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Prompt Post #18
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FILL: 3/? Crusaders Era - Nicolo is forced into sex work (Nicolo/others non con) Yusuf/Nicolo
(Anonymous) 2021-01-31 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)Nicolo is staring at him like he is a ghost made flesh. His mouth is moving soundlessly, Yusuf cannot make out any words, only that he seems to be saying the same thing over and over. A prayer or a curse?
Then Nicolo shudders and his legs seem to give out from under him. He stumbles backwards onto a narrow cot crammed in against the wall, where he sits, trembling and staring up at Yusuf.
Yusuf pushes the door shut without taking his eyes off Nicolo. He has imagined their reunion many, many times, but never like this, and he does not know how to speak or act. He feels his eyes start to burn and his throat tightens.
The half-shuttered window throws harsh shadows over Nicolo’s face. He is thin, but no more so than when Yusuf left him. His eyes glitter with the same feverish intensity. His hair is perhaps a little longer, falling past his shoulders, but the most startling thing is he is clean shaven. Yusuf has never seen him without a beard or at least a goodly amount of scruff. Now his cheeks are smooth; the dark spot stands out starkly against his pallor.
He still looks shocked and Yusuf thinks he can read something else there, disbelief. Did he not think Yusuf would return for him?
The horror of that saps the last of Yusuf’s strength and he sinks to the floor with a low moan.
This causes no small amount of alarm in his erstwhile companion, who slides off the cot to crouch beside him. Nicolo’s hands flutter about, but they don’t make contact with him.
“Yusuf, are you ill? You must not kneel here. Not you. Yusuf, please.”
Yusuf makes a hoarse exclamation.
“Kneel? I should throw myself at your feet and beg your forgiveness for all eternity.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
Yusuf stares at Nicolo as a sudden realisation sweeps over him.
“You’re speaking my language.”
It’s beyond wondrous to hear that voice speaking his own tongue.
“Yes. I learned.”
Green eyes narrow into a much more Nicolo-like expression.
“It’s been two years, Yusuf.”
Yusuf can almost hear what Nicolo doesn’t say. It’s been two years, of course I learned to speak it. How else could I survive without you to act as my interpreter and guide.
Yusuf’s guts twist when he thinks of Nicolo isolated and alone for all that time, and bile rises in the back of his throat when he thinks what other skills Nicolo has probably been forced to acquire.
“Why are you here now?” Nicolo sounds genuinely puzzled. “Did you not say three years when we parted?”
Yusuf cannot bear it. His face crumples as he starts to weep in earnest. He pushes his clenched fist into his mouth to try to muffle the sobs for fear of someone bursting in.
“Oh, Yusuf,” Nicolo murmurs, gently. “Here, come. Come. Take my bed.”
He helps Yusuf to his feet. Yusuf finds he can barely manage his limbs at all and allows himself to be steered over to the cot. He is pressed down onto a thin, straw filled pallet as he continues to weep. Nicolo’s hand rubs his back in what is probably intended to be a soothing manner, but it only makes Yusuf sob harder.
“Please, Yusuf. Will you not tell me what is wrong?” Nicolo begs.
Yusuf tries to calm himself, if only because he cannot bear to be responsible for putting that note of fear into Nicolo’s voice.
He rolls over onto his back and sees Nicolo still crouching on the floor.
“No, no,” he mumbles, protesting the wrongness of this. Sitting up he gently draws Nicolo up from the floor to sit beside him.
“First, I must beg your forgiveness.”
Yusuf gently places two fingers against Nicolo’s lips when he thinks the other man is about to voice an objection.
“I did you a terrible wrong, leaving you as I did. I feel an agonizing shame that I would treat you in such a manner.”
Fresh tears spill down his face as he speaks.
“I will ask nothing of you. I know I do not have that right. Only perhaps, do you think one day you might be able to forgive me?”
Nicolo is still staring at him without any kind of comprehension.
Yusuf lowers his hand; it’s shaking.
Long calloused fingers close over it, trying to stop the tremors.
“Forgive you? Yusuf, what-?”
“I sold you,” Yusuf hisses, furious at himself beyond measure. “I traded you like a horse. No, like you were something less than a horse, for I refused to trade them. But you-“
He pauses and carefully turns his hand over, threading his fingers through Nicolo’s.
“I traded away the most precious thing I had,” he whispers. “Your companionship.”
He hears Nicolo’s shakily indrawn breath, and the fingers entwined with his spasm and tighten.
“Yusuf, there is nothing to forgive. I… my people did yours a terrible wrong. A wrong that can never be undone. If by doing this, I was able to show you how much I regret my part in it, then I will allow myself to be indentured for a hundred years. Longer, if you so will it.”
“Never,” Yusuf declares, fiercely. “Never again.”
The corners of Nicolo’s mouth tic with a tiny, confused smile.
Yusuf scrubs his free hand over his face and gets to his feet, pulling Nicolo up with him.
“We’re leaving, now.”
“What? No.”
“What-?” Yusuf repeats, shocked.
Nicolo’s face has settled into an expression that’s unfortunately all too familiar to him - sheer bloody-minded stubbornness.
“You are not staying here another year.” Yusuf has to fight to keep his voice low. He waves his free hand around the room. “I don’t even understand why you’re here.”
Nicolo sneers.
“What? You would have had me refuse their order and fight?”
“Yes!”
Nicolo yanks his hand back, balling them into fists by his sides.
“And then what?”
Now it’s Yusuf’s turn to be confused.
“Perhaps I die, and then I revive, and they see it. How do you think that would turn out?”
Yusuf blanches.
“Or perhaps I win, and I escape. Where would I go? Where would I go, Yusuf?” Nicolo's voice rises, forgetting himself in his anger. “I don’t have anyone but you. I don’t know this land. You left me with no horse, no money, no weapon. I didn’t even have my fucking cloak. Should I have just stumbled out into the dessert to die over and over? And what about in three years, if you returned for me? How would we find each other? How would I find you, Yusuf, if I did not wait where you left me?”
Nicolo is crying now, tears trickling steadily down his cheeks. His voice is clogged with them.
Yusuf draws him onto his arms without a second thought.
“I would find you. I would search the whole world over for you if that is what it took. I will always find you, Nicolo. Know this, I will never be parted from you again.”
Nicolo stiffens when Yusuf first touches him, but now he sags into Yusuf’s arms and buries his face into the curve of his neck. Yusuf feels his skin dampen with the heat of Nicolo’s tears. He presses Nicolo tighter against him, fisting the thin tunic that covers his friend’s back.
“Never again,” he vows. “Never again will we be parted from one another.”
“I missed you,” says Nicolo, brokenly. “I missed you so much, Yusuf.”
“I missed you. I thought I would die from it,” says Yusuf. “I think perhaps I did.”
Nicolo lifts his head. His face is blotchy, his eyes reddened, making the green even more startling.
He is the most beautiful thing Yusuf has ever seen. Then he realises he just said that out loud. Aghast, he opens his mouth to apologise, but Nicolo is smiling.
“You aren’t angry?” Yusuf asks.
Nicolo shakes his head. The pink mottling his skin is now only partly from his prolonged weeping, Yusuf thinks.
He finds himself smiling back. What he wants more than anything is to kiss those gently curving lips.
“Nicolo, can I kiss you?”
Something in his heart twists when Nicolo jerks back, shaking his head.
“Nicolo?” he asks, suddenly uncertain. Nicolo is no longer looking at him.
“You shouldn’t,” he says, shame colours his voice. “Not yet. Not until I am clean.”
Oh, Nicolo.
Yusuf catches him under the chin and gently tilts his face up. He brushes his thumb across Nicolo’s lips.
“Your mouth could never be dirty. I will count myself blessed if I am permitted to kiss it every day.”
This time when Yusuf leans in, Nicolo meets him halfway.
It’s almost chaste, the barest pressure of lips, but there is an undercurrent there that makes Yusuf burn.
They grin at one another, bashful and delighted.
But then Nicolo’s expression turns sombre.
“You will have to go. You have been here too long.”
Yusuf stares at him in disbelief.
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“I can’t leave, not yet.”
“But why?”
“Akram is not a good man.”
Yusuf resists the urge to make a scornful sound, because yes, he has gathered that much.
“Many of the women here did not enter this house willingly. He either took them, or their families are in debt to him.”
Nicolo sighs and takes hold Yusuf’s hands, cradling them against his chest.
“Please understand. I want nothing more than to leave with you. But they will not let me go easily and others may be hurt if we try to fight our way out. Also, I may have promised to help them.”
“The women?”
Nicolo nods.
Yusuf lets out a soft huff.
“My love, you may be the kindest man I have ever known. But you cannot ask me to leave you here to be… used by these animals. We can find another way to-“
Nicolo cuts him off.
“-They haven’t.”
Yusuf is nonplussed.
Nicolo looks uncomfortable.
“They haven’t used me. At least, not like that.”
“But the man at the door said-“
“They use my mouth,” says Nicolo, hurriedly. “I have been here three days, and in that time, they have used only my mouth or my hand. It is… unpleasant … but I have suffered worse.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw as he stares at Yusuf, as though defying him to say differently.
“Three days?”
Nicolo nods.
“I lived with Tahir, the metalworker, and his family for almost two years. He was not unkind to me. His children taught me to speak your language. But he likes to make wagers. He would say to me: ‘Nicolo, which roof will that bird land on. Nicolo, which way will this coin land.’ But he did not just make them with me, and the debt he owed to Akram could not be paid. He feared Akram would demand one of his daughters, but he took me instead. I think it amused him, the idea of defiling a Frank.” (Nicolo had long since given up trying to explain to anyone that he wasn’t).
Nicolo’s mouth twists.
“Then he discovered I was chaste, and he found another use for me. That’s where he has gone. He’s ridden to the next town. There is a man there he owes money to, and my defilement is to be offered to him in trade.”
Yusuf feels sick.
“How did he know that you were untouched?”
“I told one of the women,” says Nicolo, morosely. “I wanted to ask what I would be expected to do.”
“And she told Akram.”
“They’re afraid of him. She thought to gain favour by telling him. I hold no malice towards her.”
No, Yusuf thinks, of course you don’t.
“Do you know when he will be back?”
“No. He left this morning. I am to earn my keep with my mouth until his return, that’s all he said.”
“Nicolo, don’t you see. He could return today. He might bring this man with him, and then they will…”
Yusuf can’t even bring himself to say the word.
“I have been trying to speak with the women, to see if I could get any to help me. I was going to kill Akram when he returns, but I would need help with his men. But the women are so fearful of him, and it is hard to know who to trust.”
“You’ve been here three days, and you’ve spent it trying to rally others to join an uprising in a whore house?”
Nicolo nods.
“My love, you are a wonder.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said that to me,” says Nicolo. He looks uncertain.
Yusuf frowns.
“My love. You say I am your love.”
“Do you not want to be?”
Nicolo’s smile is like a sunburst, Yusuf has never seen the man smile so broadly.
“Yes. I want that. Of course, I want that, Yusuf.”
“Then you are. My love. My heart. My reason for existing.”
Yusuf follows up his declaration with another closed mouthed kiss. This time he lingers, unwilling to end it.
Nicolo gently pushes him away.
“Leave, Yusuf. When Akram returns, then we will make our move. He must not suspect anything is amiss. Most of the people in this town are in his employ, but I believe it’s fear not loyalty that holds them. If we can kill him, and those few who do serve him willingly, they will be free. As will I.”
But Yusuf sways closer, until their foreheads touch.
“I cannot bear to leave you like this. Knowing I was instrumental in putting you here.”
“No,” says Nicolo, firmly. “You thought you were leaving me to work for Tahir. None of this is on you, and Yusuf, we can do good here. We can help these people.”
Yusuf wants to weep. The kindness of this man crushes him. It cuts crueller than any knife to walk away from him again.
“Nicolo-”
“I love you,” says Nicolo.
The words pierce Yusuf like a sword thrust and he lets out a harsh sob.
Nicolo looks distraught.
“Please.” His own voice is ragged with tears. “Please go, Yusuf.”
Yusuf stumbles blindly out the door, and staggers down the corridor. He sees nothing until he is out in the street. He turns down the side of the building, whereupon he drops to his knees. He collapses against the wall, struggling to breathe, as his heart breaks anew.
Re: FILL: 3/? Crusaders Era - Nicolo is forced into sex work (Nicolo/others non con) Yusuf/Nicolo
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