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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12B/14
Date: 2020-10-10 10:43 pm (UTC)———————————————-
Part 12B
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(Yusuf)
Outside of Cairo, 12th century
The storm separated them from their belongings. Worse, the storm separated them.
They held on as best they could. Nicolo left bloody furrows on Yusuf's arm. Yusuf's nails were caked in blood from where he clutched Nicolo. Still, the storm snatched them apart. Yusuf screamed as he choked in suffocating sand. He did everything his father taught him not to do if trapped in a sandstorm. He fought the winds, pushing past billows of sand to the direction Nicolo was tossed.
In the end, the storm won. Yusuf died a choking death, buried face down in the sand. He revived, died, revived again, screaming Nicolo's name, his mind befuddled. He had dreamed of the women again. But it did not matter. Nicolo was nowhere in sight.
Cold night became day yet Yusuf continued searching, dotting the desert with rocks he found tossed by the storm. He marked each spot he searched until all his dry, burning eyes could see were the stones, scattered about like stars.
Yusuf found his pack. He raged the skies for the pitiful substitute.
Driven to desperation, Yusuf started screaming for Nicolo, begging, pleading for his Nicolo to hear him. He yelled himself hoarse, shouting until he passed out, woke up and shouted again.
The day was turning to dusk soon when a hand shot out of the sand like a pike.
Yusuf scooped sand out with Nicolo's sword that was strapped on the pack. Then Yusuf used his hands.
Nicolo was still in his arms, skin cracked in many places. The sand had him for too long. He revived, his heart weakly beating before fading despite Yusuf's frantic calls. They needed water. They needed shelter.
As Yusuf pulled Nicolo's body into his arms, he heard a neigh. In the distance, to Yusuf's left was a brown horse with a black tail and front hooves. It tossed its head and nickered.
That mad horse found an oasis.
Yusuf carried Nicolo, their packs dragged along behind him using his straps linked together as a tether. His footsteps grew clumsier by the time he stumbled into the oasis.
It took too long. Nicolo wheezed and died in Yusuf's arms once more before they reached shelter. It was once a stone building for travelers, but sand had bleached the remaining standing stone walls to the same color. The lagoon was small and shallow, the palm trees short. Yusuf and Nicolo would have rode past it without knowing it was there.
The horse snorted in greeting as Yusuf settled himself and Nicolo under shade. He waited for Nicolo to revive. He will come back. He held back Nicolo's sandy hair as he vomited. He gave Nicolo all of the water. He wept after Nicolo spoke.
It will be fine, Yusuf thought as he watched Nicolo dropped to sleep on Yusuf's thigh. He dropped a hand on Nicolo's head.
Nicolo whimpered, head rolling on top of Yusuf's lap. He turned on his side, legs twitching as he tucked his arms around himself.
Yusuf stroked Nicolo's hair, gently brushing off sand that remained.
"We are away," Yusuf murmured, humming in his gravelly scraped throat. He wanted to curl around Nicolo's back, pull him close, but he was not sure if it would be welcomed.
But right now, he let Nicolo huddled closer, his head bumping into Yusuf's belly. Right now, he shook out the blanket and covered Nicolo. He did not need it. Nicolo was enough to keep him warm in the darkness.
In a moment, he will get up, retrieve the packs he abandoned at the boundaries of the oasis. In a moment, he will make a fire. In a moment, he will examine the stars above them and determine where they are and where they will go.
Nicolo's brow furrowed, his lips moved. Yusuf's name spilled out sad and small.
"Sh, I'm here." Yusuf cupped the back of Nicolo's head, his thumb circling and soothing the scalp.
In a moment. Not now. Later.
Yusuf exhaled, his throat aching at the unintentional echo. He closed his eyes and followed Nicolo in sleep.
Yusuf woke to the scent of burning wood, sweet dates and sand. He blinked sleepily down at himself, drowsily plucking the blanket pulled up to his chin.
Yusuf's eyes widened.
"Nicolo!" Yusuf scrambled up to his feet. He noted the fire he did not make, the plump waterskins he did not refill, the dates he did not soak in a battered tin bowl next to them.
"Nicolo!" Yusuf heard himself, high pitched and frantic as if he was standing alone in a vast desert again.
"Here." Nicolo stepped away from one of the ruins' walls. His hair was damp. All the blood was washed from his face. He twisted the neckline of his tunic with a finger. There was no belt for his shirt so it hung loose. It made him look smaller.
Yusuf started for Nicolo, stopped and let his arms hang on his sides.
"I..." Yusuf exhaled. "I thought perhaps I only dreamed I found you."
Nicolo smiled faintly. "Are you disappointed?"
Yusuf stared, dismayed. "Disa--no, Nicolo, no. If I had not found you, I would have haunted the desert for the rest of my long life to find you."
Nicolo offered another small, uncertain smile. "Even after everything?"
"Yes," Yusuf replied immediately. "Have you lost will to your fight already? On the ship..." He looked away.
Nicolo's tired sigh hurt to hear.
"It feels like I am not sure if it was worth fighting at all," Nicolo admitted. "I am tired."
Yusuf's eyes burned. He nodded.
"Then we rest. Far away from here. Just the two of us. And rediscovered what to fight for again."
Yusuf studied Nicolo. The distance seemed to stretch longer between them.
"May I come to you?" Yusuf murmured.
Something flitted across Nicolo's expression. He hung his head.
"Why would you want to?" Nicolo croaked. He clawed the wall. He shifted until he was half hidden behind it.
Yusuf stared after Nicolo. "I will always want to. No matter what has..."
"You mean no matter how many used my mouth?" Nicolo bit out.
Yusuf flinched before he could squash the urge.
Nicolo saw and chuckled humorlessly.
"When you asked when it will be "Later," did you imagine it could be anything like this?"
Yusuf's stomach clenched.
"No," Yusuf admitted. "But it would not have mattered--"
Nicolo scoffed. He retreated behind the wall a step.
"It would not have mattered," Yusuf said louder, "Except that it hurt you! No matter what it was, all that truly mattered was that it hurt you."
Nicolo fell silent. He slid down to his knees, his face half blocked by the wall.
"You said it was in everything I do," Nicolo muttered.
"What?" Yusuf ached to step closer.
"Poetry." Only half a smile was visible, but it twisted Yusuf's insides. "What sort of poetry was it when I dropped to my knees and accepted coin for cock?"
And there it was, out in the air, the truth hung cruel between them.
"I did it all willingly," Nicolo choked. "I regret nothing. I took every coin into my pocket and was back days later swallowing each cock like--"
"Stop," Yusuf breathed. His heart stung with each word. "Nicolo, do not do--"
"It was already done, Yusuf." Nicolo rested his forehead on the wall. "It was already done. Verse for verse. The poetry of my shame. "
"Nicolo," Yusuf dared a step, then another until he stood on the other side of the wall. "What can I do?"
Nicolo shook his head, his forehead rocking along the wall. He did not cry. Yusuf wanted to do it for him. He tentatively reached for the white knuckled grip around the edge.
Trembling, cold fingers threaded through Yusuf's. They held on, desperate and tight. Nicolo did not look up. He did not get up. He held on to Yusuf's hand, knelt in the sand and clung to a destroyed wall.
Yusuf rested his forehead on the other side of it and held on to Nicolo's hand.
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Hoping to get more out later, if not, tomorrow!
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