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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12A/14
Date: 2020-10-10 08:07 pm (UTC)———————————————-
Part 12A
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(Nicolo)
Outside of Cairo, 12th century
He felt Yusuf's hand slip off. The same time the sands ripped his grip off Yusuf's arm.
He heard Yusuf scream his name.
Or was it the storm?
Or the sneers of others?
He...he wasn't sure.
He was tired.
Pushing through the storm, feeling the sand scoured every part of exposed skin, feeling the air stolen from his lungs before he even knew it was there.
It was a frighteningly familiar feeling. Only he was not out in the desert back then. He was on a boat, on his knees, sinking as he is now.
"I also paid you to swallow."
"You were willing enough to take our coin."
"Give Nicolo a chance to show you how he has been earning his coin."
The heat of the sand gathering over him burned, like a pot he grabbed too soon from the fire. He felt himself sinking, falling to his knees and choking, choking and they were jeering around him as his mouth gaped wider, but no air flooded in. Just--
"...icolo!"
Yusuf knows. He knows everything now.
"...Nico..."
Everything.
The women will see everything as well, dream of him on his knees, coins dropping around him as he accepted object after object.
The wind no longer howled around him. Everything felt heavy.
Buried. He was buried.
Nicolo kept his eyes closed. Grains of sand stung the corners each time he tried to open his eyes. He felt sand slowly trickling into his nostrils and partially opened mouth.
Wait, he was supposed to open his mouth wider.
“He is mine to teach."
Nicolo heard Yusuf's grief and shock on Dirar's boat. He could not look at Yusuf and see Yusuf's reaction to the sight of him on his hands and knees, ready and willing to service, to...to....
"Nicolo!"
Muffled, far away, distant. Yusuf was out of his reach.
Another sort of burning collected in his eyes. His breath hitched, then stuttered when he realized there was no air.
His chest expanded, but a weight pressed back, stopping him. He made a sound, the weak protest lost to the sand around him.
Nicolo's heart thumped faster and faster, his chest struggled to expand. It hurt to fight when victory was nowhere in sight.
Nicolo wheezed, choking as sand continued to trickle into his ears and mouth. He struggled to breathe as the object slid in deeper, scraping his throat raw...
...no, no, wait, it is not...
...he was so tired.
"Nicolo!" Yusuf howled.
Yusuf...
If Yusuf could not find him, will it be so bad? This weight on Nicolo's chest hurt less than the weight that would not go away in his stomach. This weight did not taste like them. Eternity under the sand, out of reach from everything that hurts does not seem so bad.
"No," Yusuf shouted from far away. "Do not do this! Show yourself!"
No...he can not. There was nothing left to see. Nothing he wanted Yusuf to see. Dirar stripped him of all his worth. They all did. And Yusuf knows now, before he could tell him himself.
"We are supposed to fight together!"
...but he is so tired, too tired to even weep.
"This is not how we end!" Yusuf shouted. He sounded closer, near. "I will not allow it!"
Do any of them have a say? Did Yusuf have a say when he was shackled with Nicolo and eternity? Unlike he. He went willingly to his shame. He took the coin. He swallowed every drop.
"Please," Yusuf plead, "You did so much, can you not do this? Please. Please, hobi, show yourself."
But he can not stand to hear Yusuf like this.
"...hobi..."
He knows what it means now. His undeserving heart echoes it. He was tired, but he also ached. He ached to hear Yusuf happy.
He flexed, tried to move an arm or a leg. Anything.
Sand flowed around him in earnest, like water pouring into his lungs. As he tried to move a hand, opposite of the sand falling on him, his mouth opened wider for air. And like many times before, air was denied. But he kept trying because Yusuf...Yusuf...
"Nicolo..." Yusuf shouted, his voice thick with grief, with pain. Yusuf was hurt.
Nicolo's eyes flew open, tearing as sand blinded him. His body arched, fighting to surface. Everything burned. Everything hurts.
But Yusuf...Yusuf...
His right hand broke free. He clawed hot dry air as the rest of him convulsed, trapped and dying. He choked on sand, sawing raw sounds as he instinctively swallowed, his stomach writhing on the dryness of it all. His lungs burned. His eyes burned. His body jerked, unable to get free and the hand that broke free started to fall...
As Nicolo drowned in sand, a hand wrapped around his and pulled.
Life hurts after death.
Nicolo exploded into a cough that quickly became a retching agony.
A hand turned his head and he vomited bloody chunks of sand and spit to what looked like stone. He discovered he was curled across a lap. He blinked blearily up. Yusuf was covered in sand, grains trickling off his beard, his hair and his clothes.
Yusuf smiled, pulling his face, splitting dry lips and releasing trickles of blood that colored his teeth.
Around them, it appeared to be an oasis, a ruin of sandstone walls surrounded them with a palm tree grove that was shredded by the storm. Reeds that must surround a lagoon stood around them with its heads torn off.
Yusuf brushed a gritty hand down Nicolo's face. Nicolo felt sand spilling into the neckline of his tunic. He shuddered.
Yusuf felt solid against Nicolo's cheek when Yusuf pulled him close. He settled Nicolo to his chest and Nicolo drifted, lulled by the steady thumps of Yusuf's heart.
A waterskin spout was pressed to Nicolo's mouth. He sputtered, spilling precious water. He could not remember what anything tastes like anymore. He was not sure if it was water flowing down his throat. But Nicolo swallowed as best he could because Yusuf offered it and found he could finally speak.
Nicolo tipped his head up. He patted Yusuf's arm wrapped around his middle as if fearing the sands would snatch Nicolo away. He coughed. Yusuf ducked his head lower to listen.
"...Did..." Nicolo rasped and he needed another sip he trusted was water.
"Did..." Nicolo wheezed. "Did you call me a disgruntled cat again?"
Yusuf gaped down at Nicolo. Then he hunched over Nicolo and laughed and cried.
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More later? Let the soft (and angst) begin!
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12A/14
Date: 2020-10-10 08:55 pm (UTC)Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12A/14
Date: 2020-10-10 09:56 pm (UTC)Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12A/14
Date: 2020-10-10 09:57 pm (UTC)Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12A/14
Date: 2020-10-10 10:02 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD I AM DYING HERE
Please, let them be okay. I am in love with this story, it's so good.