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Part 11B
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(Yusuf)

Cairo, 12th century

“Hobi?”

Yusuf’s eyes slowly open. On reflex, his arms squeezed what they held.

Within his arms, Nicolo grunted.

“Sorry.” Yusuf dropped a kiss on Nicolo’s shoulder. He loosened his hold. To his regret, Nicolo slipped free of his arms and rolled onto his back.

Yusuf stretched, muscles pulling loose, his fingers and toes reaching until he was rewarded with the satisfying pop pop relief down his back. He dropped his chin on top of Nicolo’s chest.

Eyes the color of a winter sky gazed down at him.

“Good morning.” Yusuf yawned. He reached up and pushed away hair from Nicolo’s face. He smiled drowsily. “Did you sleep well?”

Nicolo nodded.

“Hobi?” Nicolo repeated, slaughtering the pronunciation of such a beautiful word. Still, it looked lovely out of Nicolo’s pink mouth.

“Hm?” Yusuf wished it was not cold every night. Waking up pressed against the warmth of Nicolo’s skin was nice. Nicolo grumbled the hair on Yusuf’s chest itched his shoulders. But when Nicolo fidgeted to get closer, Yusuf was happy to press his front along Nicolo’s back. He hoped there will be many more mornings he would wake up against the heated silk of Nicolo's back tucked against him.

Nicolo’s brow knitted. Yusuf tsked, reaching over to smooth the furrow between Nicolo’s eyes.

“Should not look so worried this early in the day,” Yusuf murmured. His finger trailed from the brow to the strong line of Nicolo’s nose.

“Hobi?” Nicolo repeated.

“Yes, Nicolo?” Yusuf replied dreamily.

Nicolo’s eyebrow rose.

The last of Yusuf’s sleep lifted. Cursing his slow waking brain, all he could do was gape at Nicolo.

"Uh..."

Nicolo looked thoughtful.

“I do not know this word.” Nicolo turned shy. “I remember you said it again yesterday.”

Did he? Yusuf searched his memory. He swallowed.

“What does it mean?”

“It means...ah...”

It was too soon for such endearments. Nicolo was a puzzle Yusuf needed to solve first, unravel the shadows that would not leave his Nicolo alone before casting such fond words and declarations upon him.

“...disgruntled cat.”

“Disgruntled cat?” Nicolo repeated. He frowned. “I think that is very specific of a word. Why did you call me a disgruntled cat?”

“Because...ah, like that cat, you strike, uh, because...” Yusuf rubbed his chin on Nicolo as he struggled to find a good reason.

Under Yusuf, Nicolo twitched.

Interesting.

Yusuf rested his face and tilted up to gaze at a pink-cheek Nicolo.

“Like that?” Yusuf crooned. Very careful, his eyes locked on Nicolo, he slowly rubbed his chin against the dark circle of Nicolo’s left nipple.

Nicolo scowled and opened his mouth most likely to deny, but it became a startled moan instead when Yusuf rocked a side of his beard completely over the nub he could feel tightening under his cheek.

“I have you,” Yusuf soothed. Nicolo’s eyes were wider now, his breath quickening. Ah, his Nicolo. There was so much he wanted to teach Nicolo. And so much he wanted to learn from Nicolo. His stomach clenched in anticipation. After Aziz’s hopefully generous payment and his talk with Nicolo by the Nile, he will be teacher and pupil to Nicolo.

Yusuf kissed the dark pink nub, making sure his beard brushed Nicolo‘s skin as he moved to taste the other.

Nicolo’s hand by Yusuf’s shoulder twitched, curling loose and tentative on his bicep.

Yusuf wanted to capture the pinched teat with his teeth. But Nicolo was not ready for that. Not yet.

Yusuf nosed the hollow of Nicolo’s throat. He licked into the vulnerable skin, felt it flutter against his mouth. He kissed down the sternum and went back to Nicolo’s nipples.

Nicolo’s skin was flushed from his beard. Sadly, it was already fading back to the pale pallor. Yusuf hummed as he mouthed the teat, over and over until it peaked into a sharp aching point, the dusky circle surrounding it stretched with the strain.

Nicolo groaned, his hand moving up to cup the back of Yusuf’s head. They clutched loosely on his hair.

Immediately, Nicolo's hand pulled back.

“Sorry,” Nicolo gasped, arching towards Yusuf’s mouth. “I did not mean to—“

Yusuf caught Nicolo‘s hand as it pulled away and guided it back to his head.

Nicolo’s fingers trembled like a seedling caught in a strong wind.

Yusuf tipped his eyes up at Nicolo. He looked frightened.

“It is fine,” Yusuf soothed. He bumped back into Nicolo’s hand. He smiled at those wide pale eyes.

“My hair is already a mess,” Yusuf murmured. "Your hands can not make it any worse."

Yusuf wondered what thoughts spun behind those light eyes, what made those long blunt fingers shake.

"Mm," Yusuf sighed. He leaned into Nicolo's hand. His hands cradled on either side of Nicolo's rib cage. "Yes, Nicolo, right there."

Nicolo's fingers bent, pressing down into Yusuf's scalp. They moved, gentle, far too careful, into Yusuf's curls.

"I am good," Yusuf encouraged. He felt Nicolo give Yusuf's scalp a scratch, barely felt.

Nicolo's hand jerked back again.

"I do not want to hurt you," Nicolo rasped.

Yusuf shushed Nicolo. It was not the time to push. Soon he will need to see Aziz. There was not enough time for he to coax Nicolo out of the shadows so Yusuf could kiss his hurts away. Later. And forever.

"Before. In war? Yes. Here? No. You can not hurt me," Yusuf sighed. His hands smoothed down to Nicolo's waist. He ran his thumbs along the far too loose trousers. He watched Nicolo carefully as he pulled the trousers down. Nicolo's cock rose shyly between his legs.

Yusuf tenderly kissed the side of Nicolo's cock.

Nicolo shuddered.

Yusuf brushed his lips down to the tip, his beard skimming the length.

"Yusuf. You should not..." Nicolo croaked. His mouth fell open, his hands curled into trembling fist.

"No, no, not your mouth, Yusuf no, p-please, not your mouth. I can not..."

A bead of fluid formed at the tip, but Yusuf started to worry how Nicolo shook. He murmured quietly as he crawled up and pulled Nicolo to his chest.

"I stopped," Yusuf said. "Do not worry. I stopped, hobi. Sh."

Nicolo dropped his head against Yusuf's shoulder. "I can not hurt you, do not let me hurt you, I should not want that..."

"It is all right. Here, we will do something else."

Yusuf curled a loose hand around Nicolo. He peppered Nicolo's brow with kisses as the other choked, trembled, fighting not to release.

"What terrifies you so?" Yusuf murmured but it did not seem to reach Nicolo. Yusuf wrapped an arm around Nicolo. "Why do you fear accepting the pleasure I know you feel?"

Nicolo's breathing was shallow. His hands were white fists pressed to his belly. As Yusuf stroked Nicolo's cock to fullness, Nicolo whined from deep in his throat.

Yusuf's hand sped up. Nicolo started, his stifled moans escaping between his clenched teeth.

"It felt good when we touched each other, yes?" Yusuf whispered. He tightened his fist, Nicolo's cock was hard and hot in his grip. Nicolo's hips rocked forward into Yusuf's grip.

"Let yourself feel. Trust what your body tells you, Nicolo," Yusuf said as he felt the weight and heat of Nicolo's cock swell in his hand. "You are so beautiful like this. Here, you are almost there, sh, that is it, it is fine, you are not hurting my hand..."

With a choked cry, Nicolo came over Yusuf's fist. He shuddered violently, splashes of his release seeping between Yusuf's fingers.

Yusuf pressed his lips on Nicolo's brow. Nicolo looked dazed. He gasped as he curled into Yusuf.

"Yusuf," Nicolo murmured over and over. He blinked rapidly, his lashes beat light torture on Yusuf's skin.

"This," Yusuf said into the top of Nicolo's head. "This is nothing to fear. It is beautiful. It is us, hobi. Do not give up on it. Whatever it is, stand your ground. My brave and beautiful Nicolo. Let me be besides you forever to fight for this."

Nicolo wrapped his arms around Yusuf's middle.

"I am certain the battle is already lost," Nicolo said sadly into Yusuf's shoulder.

Yusuf hugged Nicolo closer. "Only if you do not allow me to fight with you. We are no longer enemies. Do not deny we are no longer mere friends. Whatever it is, it is all right. Do not suffer alone. Please, I beg of you, let me share in your sorrow so we can later share joy."

Yusuf feared Nicolo would shake his head. He didn't. He tightened his hold around Yusuf.

"Will your resolve be the same after I tell you?" Nicolo whispered. "Later. After Aziz?"

"Yes," Yusuf vowed.

Nicolo exhaled and stayed tucked within Yusuf's arms until it was time for Yusuf to leave.

"...Al-Kaysani?"

Yusuf blinked. He turned back to Aziz. He grinned ruefully.

"Apologies. I was daydreaming." Yusuf chuckled as he gestured to the market around them. "I was already thinking of what I wish to purchase with your generous payment. In fact, I admired this bolt of linen in front of me and thought how nice it would look on my friend!"

"Yes," the wizened trader nodded. "I am sure Nicolo will like it."

Yusuf grinned. He wondered if Yazim will agree to another barter.

"About this scroll," Aziz mumbled. "Do you think you can make me one more? Today? I need it this very day."

Yusuf's smile faded. He glanced out at the bright morning. It promised the rest of the day will be good.

"Not today," Yusuf hedged. "I have business elsewhere. In fact, I should be leaving soon."

Aziz's wrinkled hand shook as it held up a small bag of coins. "Oh wait, I should pay you for these."

Yusuf accepted the coins with a glad heart. He grinned at the small purse of thick metal coins.

"I thank you once again for your generosity." Yusuf tossed up the bag. When it landed in his palm, it wafted of cardamom and fruit.

Yusuf's smile faded.

"It would be most appreciated if you could make one more scroll," Aziz continued. He fumbled within his robes. "Here. In fact, I can pay you right no--"

Aziz squeaked when Yusuf's scimitar pressed under his chin. The coins in his pocket scattered to the ground.

"What is this?" Yusuf hissed. He held up the bag of coins. "This reeks of Dirar. What have you done?"

"Al-K-kaysani, I do not know w-what you--"

"What have you done!" Yusuf roared.

Behind him, people paused. They scurried away when Yusuf snarled over his shoulder.

Yusuf leaned into his scimitar, the edge digging in Aziz's soft chin.

"Do you know how it feels to have your head slowly sawed off?" Yusuf said, low. He stared hard at Aziz.

"No, no, please, I have no choice!" Aziz babbled. His wrinkled eyes were wide as coins, his wrinkled lips white with fright.

"Dirar! He controls the docks! My ship! If his people do not push my boat out of the channels, I can not leave the Nile! Please! They are loyal to him. They followed him from Damascus!"

"Tell me!" Yusuf demanded. "What foul deed he has you do? Why are you paying me with his money?" He tensed.

"Nothing! Dirar, he is generous!"

"I never told you Nicolo's name," Yusuf said. His scimitar pressed in more. "What does Dirar want with him?"

"I d-don't know. Al-Kaysani, please have mercy on an old man!"

Yusuf drew closer, his nose almost touching Aziz's dribbling one.

"If you wish to live to be older," Yusuf growled, "you tell me. Now."

"He means to have your friend! He paid me to make sure you remain here!"

Yusuf's insides seized. Dimly, he wondered if this was what Nicolo felt all these days.

"Have him," Yusuf repeated thinly. "What do you mean have him?"

Aziz yelped as a line of blood trailed down his throat. His eyes bulged.

"Please! I never--Dirar would have paid him well. He always has!"

The world around Yusuf seemed to still. All color and light fled.

"What?" Yusuf whispered. The scimitar under Aziz's chin shook.

"I do not, but others enjoyed his mouth and Dirar made sure they pay well!"

Yusuf wanted him to stop talking. He felt numb but agony grew in his insides as Aziz kept talking, fear spurring the flood of words. He spilled out how they have Nicolo on his knees. How Nicolo fought one, then another and then he did not fight at all. And Dirar, Dirar meant to have him, Dirar who first pushed Nicolo to his knees, plundered Nicolo's mouth, Nicolo's soul--

"...Dirar promised they would release him once they were done with--"

Aziz dropped to the ground, his age spotted hands in front of his face. He bled from a small cut on his neck.

"Mercy! Mercy!" Aziz whimpered.

"They?" Yusuf pointed his scimitar at Aziz.

The trader stared down at the scimitar off his nose.

"Dirar promised to share him with those loyal to him, but he is to be first," Aziz choked.

"Which one is Dirar's ship in the docks?" Yusuf hissed.

Aziz shook his head.

"You do not understand. The docks, the ship, it is all his men. He has dozens!"

"I do not care if he has hundreds or thousands," Yusuf said coldly. "They are all dead and if you do not tell me, you will share their fate."

Aziz gaped up at Yusuf. Gulping, Aziz told him.

No sooner than Aziz finished, Yusuf spun around and ran out of the stall. He left Aziz weeping and blubbering on the floor in his stall.

People made way when they saw Yusuf's face. He paid no mind. He did not take the time to wipe Aziz's blood off his blade. He slipped his scimitar into its sheath and he cut through the market.

"Nicolo," Yusuf choked out and ran towards the docks as if his soul was at stake.

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I have a weird work schedule after classes today. There are two more parts to this and it may post really late or really early tomorrow. We're close to the finish line, guys!

From: (Anonymous)

Ugh, I’m going to be so devastated when this is all finished.
Fantastic job, truly.

From: (Anonymous)

Omg my heart can’t take. This is so amazing.

From: (Anonymous)

I am completely on the edge of my seat! I wondered if Aziz was in on all of this, and I love how you've mixed smell into this story! Can't wait for more! Thank you so much for writing this!

From: (Anonymous)

"If you wish to live to be older," Yusuf growled, "you tell me. Now."
DAMN Yusuf! Stone cold.

From: (Anonymous)

This is so intense. Joe finally knows! Oh man, I’m with that other commenter, I can’t decide if I want Nicolò to save himself or for Yusuf to save him