topino | crusades amnesia psl

Yusuf's eyes go soft and dark at the declaration, both his hands coming to cup Nicolo's jaw tenderly. "You did, today," he agrees, his voice tight with emotion. "You did not know me, and yet you trusted me to keep you safe." Undeservedly so, considering Yusuf had been the cause of Nicolo's memory loss in the first place, but he'd tried to be worthy of it nonetheless.

"That would be nice," Yusuf agrees, obvious longing in his voice. He sits up, considering Nicolo with arched eyebrows. "If the tub is big enough, perhaps we could even share," he suggests, feeling warmer already at the idea.

"You have kind eyes." It is the simplest way to explain how Nicolo had instantly known that Yusuf could be trusted. "And I got a feeling," he says, which he cannot explain, but knows that he experiences down to his very heart.

He is all softness and smiles, enjoying the way Yusuf looks at him.

"From now on, I do not think we should bathe without sharing," is his opinion. "Don't you agree?"

"Do I?" Yusuf answers, his eyes very soft. "I was the reason why the rock ended up inside your skull in the first place," he points out. "Your feeling might have been misguided."

Nicolo is so lovely like this, his face tender but without the innocence the amnesia had lent him in the first place. "Depends how dirty you'll be," he answers playfully, arching his eyebrows at the innuendo. He can't help but lean for another kiss, very gentle, before tugging Nicolo up. "Come on."

"Yet, when I came to with no memory, you were kind and soft and gentle," Nicolo argues, without the heat that he might have used before, but understanding that there is still a level of stubbornness to the way he speaks, not willing to lose, even this.

He peers down at his clothes, and skin, and then lifts his head for the surprise of the kiss, giving a muffled, but pleased noise. "Isn't that unfair? You are the one responsible for how dirty I am right now, after all."

"You gave me no reason to be mean to you," Yusuf explains. His tone is gentler now, because while he hears Nicolo's stubbornness, he doesn't hear any anger anymore. "You were an innocent man, entirely freed from your past. It would have been unfair to hold you accountable for what you could not remember."

"I suppose I am," Yusuf answers, and he sounds very smug about it. He pulls Nicolo along, heading for the river. "It shouldn't be too cold," he reasons, thinking about how hot the previous day was.

"I am not that man now, though." It is a problem, because Nicolo is not the innocent man without a memory. He feels guilt and self-loathing and horror that he did such awful things because he had been indoctrinated to believe hateful lies that had him hurting Yusuf.

He does not want to be that man, not anymore.

"If it is cold, then you will warm me, I'm sure of it."

"You aren't," Yusuf acknowledges, seriously. Nicolo is far from an innocent, and many of the horrors he committed during the war still hang over them both. "But you aren't the man you used to be when I met you, either." And while Yusuf hasn't entirely forgiven him for his crimes, he doesn't hate him for them anymore.

He reaches out for Nicolo's hand, leading the way. "I can do that," he agrees, giving Nicolo a small grin. It will be nice, he thinks, the cool river water running over his body, and Nicolo's warm skin against his.

"This is a good thing," Nicolo insists, because if he is still the man he'd been at the Crusades, then he wouldn't be surprised if Yusuf killed him again and again, so full of hate and mistaken beliefs as he'd been.

He lets his fingers absently trail over Yusuf's neck, the other taking his hand as he slides to lean in against him, heart beating faster as if he were a child and not a grown man.

"Is this going to be our future? Forever? Or will you tire of me, I wonder?"

"Yes, it is," Yusuf confirms. He didn't like the man Nicolo was when they met, but he has changed so much over the past few months. And so has Yusuf, if he wants to be honest with himself.

He holds Nicolo's hand tightly, smiling when he feels the touch to his neck. "It could be," Yusuf answers, careful about it. "Forever is a long time, Nico, but I don't think I will." His eyes are dark in the dim light, and very earnest. He smirks, arching his eyebrows. "Even though you're very tiring."

"It is a very long time," he agrees, and it's stunning to think about the chance that they might be like this forever. Maybe in a hundred years, they will both decide they don't want to do this anymore, but he doesn't like that idea.

Maybe if it gets to that, they'll just need another burst of forgetting.

"I'm not even beginning to tire you out," he snorts, lifting his chin. "Aren't you meant to be drawing me a bath? I'm sure you'll be more tired after that."

"Drawing you a bath?" Yusuf repeats, playfully affronted. "What am I, your manservant? You'll be lucky if I don't throw you into the river head first!" His tone is threatening but his demeanor isn't, even as he bumps his shoulder against Nicolo's, holding his hand tight.

They get to the river soon enough and Yusuf is happy to take off his dusty clothes and step into the moon-lit water, beckoning Nicolo to follow with a grin.

There is a sharp inhale of air when Yusuf says that word and draws that image in Nicolo's mind. He knows that he is still being inappropriate and he should not think of Yusuf in such ways, and yet, the prospect of him on his knees with his half-lidded eyes staring up at Nicolo drives the desire in him.

Luckily, the water in the river is cool enough to deal with that and he hurries through his stripping to step in, taking Yusuf's hand and hurrying to cover himself to his waist. "This is very romantic, you know," he teases.

Yusuf hears Nicolo take a sharp intake of breath and glances over, his eyebrows arching. Nicolo is flushing red in the dim light, his eyes very dark, and it takes Yusuf a second to figure out what happened. What did he say? Oh. Well, there are worse fantasies to have, really. He'd enjoy it.

He grins over to Nicolo knowingly, shaking his head. "Unless you asked nicely, I guess," he returns, sounding amused. It's obvious he would do it though, and that Nicolo wouldn't even have to ask him that nicely.

He holds Nicolo's hand tightly, wading deeper into the river, letting the cool water clean the dust and dirt from his skin. "It is," he agrees, turning around to face Nicolo, reaching up to cup his face. In the moonlight Nicolo's eyes are almost luminous and Yusuf can't look away.

"Please leave it be," he mutters, ducking his head down as if the embarrassment from the situation threatens to consume him. He steps deeper into the water with Yusuf's guidance, glad for it as they wade in together.

With Yusuf so beautiful in the moonlight, even his embarrassment cannot stop him from taking advantage of the situation. He surges in the water, causing a small little tidal wave, so he can wrap a hand around Yusuf's neck and pull him in for a clumsily desperate kiss, so eager to have it that he has abandoned any thought to quality.

"I won't," Yusuf answers when Nicolo asks him to leave it be, almost gleefully. This is the fun part, in his opinion. First figuring out what makes Nicolo flush red to the roots of his hair with desire, and then figuring out how to best give it to him.

He makes a soft noise into the kiss, slipping his fingers through Nicolo's hair, getting it wet. They're both clumsy with want, Nicolo's lips a blunt instrument that rob Yusuf of all coherent thought. He strokes down Nicolo's naked back, to his hips, his belly, marveling at just how much naked skin is on display for him to touch.

The instant flash of a desire to pin Yusuf back and make him stop is a sign that old habits die hard and Nicolo will still have to learn how to not immediately fight at any given opportunity, but he still harrumphs unhappily at the glee Yusuf takes from this.

"Horrible man," he accuses, even when kissing him, staggering a little further into the water to let it cushion him as he falls back, shivering not from the water's temperature, but Yusuf's touch.

"At least be horrible to me in ways that give me pleasure," he mumbles, before dragging his fingers over Yusuf's hips to clasp on tight.

Nicolo's arch answer makes Yusuf grin even wider, even as he hates to interrupt their kiss for even a single second. He cups Nicolo's face with both hands, following him deeper into the water, humming when Nicolo holds onto his hips tightly and brings their bodies together.

"That's the plan, ya amar," Yusuf answers, his eyes dark. Under the moonlight, the term of endearment comes easily. He kisses up Nicolo's sharp jawline, nipping on his ear even as he reaches down and finds the warm line of his cock, wrapping his fingers around it.

"What do you want?" he whispers, his lips to Nicolo's ear. "I'll do anything you ask." Yusuf's tone is still teasing but there is an earnestness there, too. Whatever Nicolo desires, he can have.

The bolt of desire that strikes Nicolo makes him think for a second that maybe lightning has struck him dead and he's only just revived. It is beyond explanation how badly that turns him on and he moans desperately, grabbing at Yusuf to pull him in.

The water is going to cause some issues, but he knows what he wants. "You, in me," he pleads. "I want that to be the thing that impales me," is a poor tease in return, causing him to flush furiously when he realizes what he's said.

No going back now. "Just, do it," he grumbles.

Now it's Yusuf's turn to feel like he's been struck by lightning and he stares, his eyes wide and dark. Slowly, he cups Nicolo's flaming cheeks with both his palms, feeling the heat of his embarrassment and desire. He wants to ask how Nicolo learned about this, and whether he's done it before, but he fears the questions would be too intimate and make Nicolo believe he's making fun of him.

"Hopefully it'll feel better than when I did it with my sword," he mutters in answer. He remembers running Nicolo through with his scimitar and burying the bloody tip of it deep into the ground. This, he vows, will be nothing like it.

"I will," Yusuf promises, leaning in to meet Nicolo's eyes. He tilts his chin up so he can kiss him again, deep and heated. "But not here. Come back to the house." Where hopefully, Yusuf can strive to make this enjoyable for the both of them.

"I never minded you on top of me," Nicolo confesses, for it had been a sight to behold. Even when Yusuf was his enemy, he could acknowledge how incredibly handsome and furiously captivating he had been atop him, eyes blazing fiercely and his warrior body looming so impressively.

Now, though, he wants it the way he had heard tell of while learning to be a priest, whispered about as a sin, as a treat, as a past-time. He wants it with Yusuf, though he's still not entirely sure of the how.

His eyes search Yusuf as he steps forward into the kiss, spreading his fingers out over his neck to pull him in for a longer kiss, refusing to let him go so easily. "The house," he murmurs, when he eases back, pressing their foreheads together. "And you will explain it all, yes? So one day, I can do it in return?"

"Never?" Yusuf answers, his eyebrows arched sharply. "I was trying to kill you, most of the time." And then for the rest, he was trying not to think too much about the others things he wanted to do with Nicolo in the same position.

He gives another kiss easily, humming low into it, his eyes falling shut as his fingers slip through Nicolo's hair, holding him close. He takes a slow breath, his forehead against Nicolo's, and nods. "I will explain it all," he promises, his voice thoughtful. "It is not difficult." The request answers the question Yusuf didn't ask about Nicolo's experience with this and strengthens his determination. He will teach Nicolo everything he knows; they can learn each other's bodies at the same time.

Nicolo's second question comes as more of a surprise, and it shows on Yusuf's face. This is not an offer Yusuf has heard many times. Perhaps because he is tall, and broad, and likes to please, but his partners had generally assumed he would want to do the taking. Yusuf hadn't minded, yet he finds that there is something powerful about the idea of allowing Nicolo to do this to him, too. He would enjoy it, he thinks, letting Nicolo in and holding him close.

He nods, tugging at Nicolo's hands to lead him towards the bank, grinning a little. "Better do a good job of explaining, then," he teases, lightly.

Nicolo raises a brow, which he thinks is enough of an answer for Yusuf about how he never minded even when he had been bleeding out and dying. It's a very lovely thought, honestly, and he can't help it. "You really are very handsome," he confesses, which is all he says on that subject.

"On your head if it's bad," he counters with a pleased grin, dazed and giddy and stupid for it. He rubs their foreheads together slightly, humming with content as he cups Yusuf's neck.

"Be slow," he pleads. "I will only get to experience the first time once."

"I suppose it gives new meaning to the expression 'to die for'," Yusuf teases, very gently, still trying to process the idea that when he'd been furiously pining after Nicolo while murdering him, Nicolo had been furiously pining after him while being murdered.

"On my head, it won't be," Yusuf reassures, smiling when he feels Nicolo's forehead roll against his. He takes Nicolo's hands in his and kisses his fingers, his eyes fervent. "As slow as you'd like. I want this to be good for you, Nico," he vows, softly. So good Nicolo will keep coming for more, even if they live to be centuries old.

"How can it be anything but? It is you," Nicolo vows, aware that it is perhaps more romantic than he would normally be, but if he has found the love of his life (if he is truly this lucky), then he cannot imagine it will be anything but.

"Better not to make it too exciting in my head, too," he confesses with a sheepish grin, squeezing Yusuf's hands as he leads him on, heart pounding in his chest. "And then, you can guide me to do the same. I promise, I can be very good with direction."

It is a very romantic thing to say, and Yusuf loves it. "I'll try to be worthy of that," he returns softly, giving Nicolo's hand a squeeze.

"Why not?" he teases gently, taking them back to their little house. "Worried you'll swoon?" He shoulders the door open, closing it behind them and immediately stepping close to cup Nicolo's face between his palms. "I know you can," he agrees, his eyes loving. It's not a lie: for all that he can be stubborn and headstrong, Nicolo is also a very adaptable fast learner. Yusuf has no doubt he'll be good at this, too.

He leans in to give Nicolo another kiss, deep and wanting.

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