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From:

dr_libra_phd

It seems sadly apt to post this last part today....

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Part 21D
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(Yusuf)

Outside of Morocco, 13th century

It always feel like it was the first time.

Yusuf groaned as Nicolo’s cock slid in slow, careful, almost shy. Warm and slicked, asking intimate permission as Nicolo filled every empty spot in Yusuf’s soul.

“My heart,” Yusuf murmured. He clenched around Nicolo’s length. He felt Nicolo shudder. He felt Nicolo’s cock twitch inside. He felt wonderfully full even though Nicolo was not completely in yet. He watched with heavy lidded eyes, his knees gripping Nicolo’s sides as Nicolo stared back with unblinking focus. Nicolo watched for any sign of discomfort, his face flushed with the effort.

It felt endless how Nicolo’s length sank into Yusuf’s body, that slender silken heat pressing slowly completing him until...

“Oh yes,” Yusuf groaned. “There.” That bolt of fire that lanced across the spot Nicolo always found with single-minded accuracy. Yusuf felt himself arching, his hips rolling to welcome more of Nicolo into him.

“Yusuf...” Nicolo sounded awed, humbled and tearful all at the same time. It did not matter if their first time was close to a fishing village nearly a century ago, or on the sun-warmed sands of an oasis decades after. Nicolo always treated it like the very first time with a reverence that humbled Yusuf.

Yusuf’s feet crossed at the ankles along the line of Nicolo’s spine. His heels rubbed up Nicolo’s back to soothe because he was once more too choked up for real words.

Nicolo ran his palms down Yusuf’s flanks as he leaned in further.

They both exhaled when Nicolo was fully seated.

Yusuf caught one of Nicolo’s hands. He woven their fingers together. He squeezed around the fullness and stretch inside him.

Nicolo began to thrust.

There were...words. Yusuf was certain. Did they make sense? Probably not. Did he or Nicolo care? No, definitely not.

Nicolo moved fluidly, rocking into Yusuf, his cock slipping in and out in a rolling motion that reminded Yusuf of a boat swaying over the waters or a dance only they two shared. He gasped. He sighed. He reveled in the feel of his hobi burrowing deep in him, seeking home, seeking Yusuf.

As the pace quicken—even Nicolo’s care succumb to overheated hunger eventually—Yusuf’s words crumbled into moans. And Nicolo’s silence fell apart, his mouth falling open in the beautiful syllables of his homeland.

“...love...forever...never leave...my only soul...”

Yusuf could only catch snatches. Whether it was because his head felt too heavy with lust to translate or Nicolo was babbling, it was not clear. But oh, the sight of Nicolo flushed and feverish as he moved billowed into a heat that started in the base of Yusuf’s throat. That feeling grew, growing larger and hotter as Nicolo thrust, sinking to the pit of Yusuf’s stomach. His own cock twitched, weeping as he was pushed closer to an edge he did not want to be ready for.

“Oh,” Yusuf moaned, “Not yet. N-Nicolo...”

Nicolo’s free hand wrapped around Yusuf’s bobbing erection at the base, clamping hard just as he convulsed and spilled into Yusuf with a cry.

A cry that grew into a wail when Yusuf rolled them over. Nicolo eased out, but he was still coming, spilling down onto his own thighs when Yusuf swiftly plowed into him.

Nicolo was loose, like the many times they have done this. He had prepared himself the same time he prepared Yusuf. And as much as Yusuf enjoyed watching his Nicolo, blushing as he pressed slippery fingers into his own body, having Nicolo already open for his cock was a glorious compensation.

His hobi was hot, resisting little as Yusuf’s engorged cock entered. Nicolo was sensitized, too sensitized, still coming and whimpering when Yusuf’s release filled him after only a few frantic strokes.

“Uh, uh, Yu—“ Nicolo was still barely coherent, bucking and clenching Yusuf’s cock. He keened as Yusuf’s half hard cock continued to lay claim, sleek white fluid spilling as Yusuf tried to thrust in the hard strokes Nicolo craved. Nicolo flailed, reaching for Yusuf’s hand, arching up with each thrust.

Yusuf came again with a shout. He felt sore, stretched, leaking with Nicolo's seed. He felt impossibly full and yet emptied at the same time. He found he could not stop—he never could each time they did this—spilling again when Nicolo slipped fingers into his dripping and used hole, stroking and petting as Yusuf rutted his half spent cock against Nicolo’s hip.

"Nico..." Yusuf heard himself choking out. His hips ached as he moved. His heart thundered, howling for more even as his body exhausted itself, healed and grew weary once again.

Eventually, both he and Nicolo slumped against each other, gasping for breath as if they came back to life.

A haze surrounded Yusuf’s mind, but he kept his wits about him—as best he could—and sluggishly moved. They both whimpered when Yusuf eased out.

Yusuf murmured, kissed and petted every part of Nicolo's skin as he tugged Nicolo back to him. He chuckled as Nicolo made a face, his bare foot knocking into the well and the pail they had originally intended to fill with water.

“Every time we go for a bath,” Nicolo panted, “We always need another.”

“Are you complaining, my heart?” Yusuf rumbled as he snagged Nicolo’s cloak where they draped over the well’s wall and covered them both.

Nicolo mumbled, his pink cheeks tucked into Yusuf’s chest. The pendant merrily spun and tapped his forehead.

“Eh?” Yusuf teased. He pushed back sweaty locks of Nicolo’s hair behind an ear. “I did not understand. Did you wish to voice a grievance about our baths?”

Yusuf chuckled when Nicolo bumped his head under Yusuf’s chin.

“You are like a disgruntled cat,” Yusuf murmured fondly. He stroked the back of Nicolo’s hair, his fingers combing tangles loose.

Nicolo’s teeth lightly scraped over Yusuf’s left nipple.

Yusuf gulped. He fidgeted, parting his legs to tuck Nicolo closer.

To Yusuf’s disappointment, Nicolo sat up, a hand on Yusuf’s chest.

“Dinner,” Nicolo breathlessly reminded Yusuf. “It will grow too cold. A hundred fires would not warm the stew again. And it would be a pity as this was one of your better concoctions.”

Yusuf growled, but reluctantly released Nicolo. He sat back against the well and watched Nicolo clean himself. He made a pleased sound as Nicolo patted the damp rag down his lovely pink cock and strong thighs.

“Yusuf,” Nicolo warned. A corner of his mouth twitched, though. “Dinner.”

“Yes,” Yusuf drawled as his eyes lingered on the dark swirl of Nicolo’s taint when Nicolo turned around to search for his clothing.

“I am thinking about eating,” Yusuf crooned. His hand drifted down and he cradled his sex, damp and swelling hot within the curl of his hand.

Nicolo’s head emerged out of his tunic. Sea gray eyes landed on Yusuf’s groin.

“Again?” Nicolo flushed, but averted his eyes as he laced up his trousers. “You know this was why I was late going into the village this morning.”

“Apologies,” Yusuf quipped. He rose to his feet. He was heavy between his legs again. He turned towards Nicolo as he stretched his arms above his head. He felt his cock rising in greeting, bobbing renewed and—

A clean damp rag landed on Yusuf’s face with a splatter.

“Your accuracy gets better by the day,” Yusuf grumbling as he took the rag and cleaned himself. He avoided his erection. His skin was tight around him, too tight. He suspected touching himself would be a relief edged with pain. And Nicolo hated seeing Yusuf in pain, even if it was because of...well...

“You are grinning like a fool again.” Nicolo pressed his lips together before he smiled as well. “This is the real reason why the horses constantly try to bite you.”

“Hah,” Yusuf called after Nicolo as the other padded out to the front to reheat their food. He shook his head. He patted his jaw, scratching through his beard to tame it. Ah, he was indeed grinning like a fool, but who can blame—

“Yusuf!”

The rag dropped as Yusuf ran to the front of the house.

Nicolo stared at their door. When Yusuf reached him, Nicolo simply pointed.

Yusuf turned around. He started.

An arrow stabbed the middle of their door. A slip of parchment—from Yusuf’s papers no less—was pinned between the tip and the wood.

“We will return,” Yusuf read the note out loud. The Arabic was not perfect, but readable. He did not dare touch the arrow or paper, though. Just in case. “When you are not as busy.”

Behind Yusuf, Nicolo choked.

Yusuf’s eyebrow rose as he noticed the scrawl underneath the script. It was not as neat as the other, but the Arabic was impeccable.

“The stew could use some more spice. We will bring back more meat.”

Yusuf glanced over his shoulder at Nicolo.

Nicolo gaped back.

“I-I did not hear them arrive.”

Yusuf grinned. “We were very loud.” He glowered at Hamdi trotting towards them, the hen perched on its rump.

“And why did you not warn us?” Yusuf grumbled to the beast. “What if they were assassins?”

The horse snapped its teeth.

“You are an embarrassment to your namesake,” Yusuf complained.

“Yusuf,” Nicolo said, thoughtful, “Perhaps you should go back into the house.” His eyes drifted lower. “Before you scold Hamdi more.”

Yusuf glanced down. Ah. In his haste, he did not dress.

“If there were assassins.” Nicolo said innocently, “did you hope to shock them with your appearance so I may catch them unaware?” He smiled faintly. “I see a flaw. In your plan.”

Yusuf glowered at Nicolo. “Do you not think I am distracting?” He gestured towards himself. He jutted his hips towards Nicolo, smirking when Nicolo hastily looked away.

“Sometimes,” Nicolo said primly. He tugged his tunic straight. His smile wavered.

“They were here,” Nicolo murmured. He flicked his gaze towards the hill beyond the house. “And they said they would return.”

“And so they will.” Yusuf studied Nicolo carefully and the line of his broad shoulders. Nicolo's brow furrowed.

An idea formed.

“Hobi,” Yusuf said casually, “Do you truly think I am only distracting sometimes?”

Nicolo squinted at Yusuf. He inched back towards the house.

“There is no time for us to take another bath,” Nicolo warned. He took a step back.

“I will try to be less distracting this time,” Yusuf promised, grinning as he pounced.

“You are fortunate you have the other shirt,” Yusuf told Nicolo as he dressed. He sat back on their bed. There was something satisfying how his muscles felt sore, holding a pleasant weariness as a reminder when their skin would not even keep the red flush of a bruising kiss.

“If this is your way of gloating about buying the new tunic for me,” Nicolo grumbled as he laced up his trousers. Again.

“It is flattering on you,” Yusuf murmured. He admired the tan linen with its azure stitching as it moved, the neckline falling open to the lines of Nicolo’s clavicle.

“My other shirt was still good,” Nicolo pointed out. “There was no need to replace it.”

Yusuf cleared his throat. He nodded towards the now shredded fabric on the floor.

“We need a new wash cloth anyway,” Yusuf suggested under Nicolo’s glower. Yusuf scratched his beard. He tried to look repentant.

“Did you have to tear it?” Nicolo sighed as he crossed over to their hearth to stir the reheated stew.

“You were taking too long to undress. I simply helped,” Yusuf reminded Nicolo. “We needed to be ready for dinner later, remember?” He waggled his eyebrows at the narrowed eyes. Even angry, Nicolo was a sight to savor.

Nicolo huffed. He turned back to stir the contents in the kettle.

"I will not forget this," Nicolo grumbled.

"Oh, I hope not," Yusuf said, low. "Especially how I took you up against the wall. I will never forget how you screamed."

Back towards Yusuf, Nicolo fidgeted. Yusuf chuckled.

"Yusuf," Nicolo sighed. He lifted the lid, stirring the stew. He sniffed as steam wafted up.

"The note was right. I think it does need more spice," Nicolo mused. He gave the stew another stir.

Yusuf bristled. "No it does not. I take offense."

Nicolo snorted. Suddenly, he stiffened.

"...Yusuf."

“I sense it as well...They are here,” Yusuf murmured. He felt the same tightening sensation in his chest, his heart racing as if he was running. He looked at their door.

“Yusuf.” Nicolo stared at the door as well, tensing as if expecting it to burst open.

Yusuf swallowed, his throat constricting. Decades of dreaming yet it felt like it was not real that it was finally happening. He wiped his palms on his trousers. When he looked over at Nicolo, something twinge inside him as he considered Nicolo's frozen expression. Nicolo did not seem to realize the wooden spoon he held dripped hot stew on his right boot.

“You and I,” Yusuf said softly.

Nicolo looked over, blinking as if he only now remembered Yusuf was there.

Yusuf walked over and took Nicolo's hand. It was cold.

The touch roused Nicolo. He blinked again, pale eyes deepening to the color of a winter sky. He straightened up, his shoulder brushing against Yusuf’s. His hand still felt cold, but the terse line of his mouth softened.

It did not matter what will come of all this. Yusuf was certain. No matter what happens, he and Nicolo will have a wonderful future to share. Whether with four or just the two of them.

Yusuf squeezed Nicolo’s hand.

Nicolo squeezed back. He smiled faintly. His other hand was steady as he brushed back an unruly lock of hair. He exhaled, a low quiet sound and it soothed Yusuf. Yusuf breathed out as well, not realizing until now he had held his breath.

Yusuf brought up Nicolo's hand and kissed his knuckles.

Nicolo reached over and touched the pendant Yusuf pulled out from his shirt. He gave the metal a careful stroke, cleaning it. Yusuf could see from the reflection in Nicolo's eyes that it shone like a star.

“You and I,” Nicolo echoed.

Together, they walked out the door, towards the two faraway figures strolling down the hill at them, towards a future they will share no matter the outcome.

The End (for now)

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This story I owe it all to this meme, to all of you reading it and to my long suffering cousin Hamdi, who always picked me up from work no matter how late and whom I pray will never read this and discover I named a horse after him. LOL.

You notice there was a gap before they met Andy and Quyhn. Yes, there will be a story about that. And yes, I will write them all meeting. It just felt like this story started with Yusuf and Nicolo and should end with Yusuf and Nicolo. You and I, indeed.

I started posting the cleaned up version here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27808345

Love you all very much! Have a safe and happy new year!

From: (Anonymous)

Happy New Year! And thank you for sharing your writing with us!

From: (Anonymous)

Will you keep posting this " a gap before they met Andy and Quyhn. Yes, there will be a story about that. And yes, I will write them all meeting" possible sequel for them here under this fill or will you migrating everything to AO3 now? Is this the end of this thread? Just want to know so I didn't keep coming back everyday here to check the sequel because I am interest to see more of them still.

From:

dr_libra_phd

I’ll keep it open AO3 I think I messed up this thread enough. LOL

From:

dr_libra_phd

will you migrating everything to AO3 now?

Whoops. I thought I had answered this morning, but I don’t see it. Lack of coffee, oh noz. LOL

In answer, yes, I intend to write a filler series and our boys meeting Quyhn and Andy. They would be posted on AO3, not on this thread. I think I tangled it too well and good. LOL