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[ It had seemed like they did things that killed Joe more, or knocked him to the edge of death to heal. Nicky could bear the immoral beliefs of the doctor, but not the callous and uncaring tendency to put science above human caring.

Nicky drifts into the kiss and strokes Joe's neck before he crawls into the backseat, not bothering to get out, almost kicking Joe in the face with a sock in his fumbling to crawl back there. ]

Sono qui. Now what?

[ A lot of his time in the lab is blank but what he did remember was hell. There was no place for that here. ]

I'll be right there. [ There is no way Joe can gracefully climb into the back. He gets out and comes around to join Nicky.

He pulls him straight into his lap the second he's back there and kisses him deeply. ] Try to keep an eye on what's happening around us. I would hate to be interrupted.

[ He pushes his hands under Nicky's shirt and runs them over his sides and back as he kisses him. ]

[ Nicky's grin becomes practically fiendish in its mischief the minute Joe clambers into the back seat, giving Nicky all that skin to touch. He grabs at his hair with one hand, the other groping his ass as he hauls him further up, moaning Joe's name into the kiss.

Fuck, this is what he needs.

It calms the little voice in his head, makes it easier to bear, and he sighs as he tips his head to the side to start giving Joe a hickey that will not last. ]

How long do you think I can ink you for?

[ He tilts his head back and offers his whole neck to Nicky's attention. ]

A minute if you make it big enough.

[ Their immortality has many benefits. It's given them a millennia together but they can't mark each other. Which is a shame because Nicky's pale skin begs for hickeys.

He rolls his hips up and grinds against him. Just another way to torture both of them but it's so good. ]

[ Nicky laughs brightly at the challenge, loving it beyond measure, even if he constantly mourns the ability to leave any kind of lasting mark on Joe. He bears in and pins him back against the seat to rock back against Joe's grinding motion as he begins to press kisses beneath the line of Joe's beard.

He slides his fingers over the line, kissing it as he watches the hickey he'd sucked in vanish. ]

Not even. Twenty seconds at most.

[ He nudges one leg in between Joe's, rocking against him as he grabs his curls and bears him back down for another filthy, messy, desperate kiss. ]

Try again.

[ Joe grabs his ass in a hand and massages that beautiful, round, perfect cheek.

He surges up from the seat to meet Nicky's kiss with equal want and desperation. ]

As soon as we are alone, my love, I'm going to fuck you hard. You'll beg for me.

[ With a ferocity that he usually reserves for battle, Nicky attacks Joe's neck again, but as opposed to a thousand years ago, he does not try and tear out his carotid, but rather sucks love marks into the skin, the beard burn healing as quickly as the hickeys.

His hips practically buck at Joe's words, at his touch. ]

I'm already close to it.

[ He says it breathlessly, but he is. It's getting hotter in the car by the second and he wants to strip the shirt off Joe, just so he can touch him and press close in. ]

[ Could they without getting caught? Joe is very seriously considering it. Nicky's ferocity tells him how much they both need this. ]

I know. [ He reaches between them and deftly undoes Nicky's fly. ] We'll have to tide ourselves over... if you want.

[ He gives Nicky the choice. They won't have a good way to clean up until the hotel room but he'll take this as far as Nicky is willing. ]

[ Nicky is not going to say no. He's never going to say no to Joe, and lucky for them, they have a whole suitcase of clothing that's sitting in the trunk of this very car. Defiantly, as his answer, he reaches for Joe's zipper and does the same, straining back to reach the glove compartment to fetch the lube that's there. ]

I always like to start a vacation early.

[ He uses the shifting to get his khakis a little lower, needing to reach down and give himself a brief squeeze, just to calm down. ]

We'll find shorts and t-shirts after, and reek of each other.

Nicolo.

[ They are probably going to get caught. Joe resigns himself to it now but like always it's worth it. It's always worth it.

He wraps his hand around Nicky and strokes him lightly, more to tease than pleasure. ]

Always so daring. So much more than me. A brilliant, brave soul. And mine. You're mine.

Yusuf.

[ Two can play at this game, and the thing is, Nicky almost wants to get caught. The thrill of acting innocent when someone knocks on the window is a daring thought, and he laughs breathlessly at Joe's touch. ]

Always so desperate and in love. You are intoxicating, my heart. I am all yours, and soon, when you are in me, we will be two halves of a whole again.

[ How could he not love this man? Joe can't even imagine it. He takes the lube from Nicky's hand and starts getting him ready, mindful even though modern lube is a brilliant invention. ]

Reminds me of our first few times together. We were so needy. [ He mouths at Nicky's neck leaving beard burn behind that vanishes as quickly as it appears. ] I swore I would drown in you.

[ Nicky has a list of things that deserve undue praise, and lube is one of them. He also has a secret penchant for sniper rifles, which gave him the ability to shoot from such a range. ]

Needy. Clumsy. Without skill.

[ They'd learned. Oh, how they had learned, and now they're experts at fitting their bodies together, even if Nicky scowls when he straightens up and hits his head. ]

This might not work. Should I go on my stomach so you can fuck me into the seat? [ He asks it all so calmly, like it's nothing. ]

[ He doesn't know how Nicky can manage that calm. Joe is panting hard and he's simply getting him ready. ]

If you would be more comfortable, yes. Whatever you need, love. [ He would miss seeing Nicky's face in the throes of passion but these small cars are not made with men their height fucking in the backseat in mind. ] Just let me be inside you.

[ Joe has loved that feeling since the first time he claimed Nicky. There's nothing like it. ]

[ Nicky can only manage because he is aching and he knows that Joe will give him what he needs, but only if he stays calm. He wants to be on top, facing Joe, but he fears for his head. Squirming, he leans in for a messy kiss, scraping his teeth over Joe's lower lip to bite and mark, and then heal. ]

Please, that's all I want.

[ Later, they can make love slow and sweet. For now, Nicky pushes away to fumble and twist, on hands and knees and then with his cheek pressed to the seat, turning back to breathe raggedly. Time to coax Joe. ]

Please, Yusuf. Inside me, please.

[ They need a bigger car. Next time they take a vacation it'll be in a van or SUV, something so they can do this properly. ]

Un minuto. Non ti farò aspettare a lungo. [ He just needs a second to get more lube and slick his cock.

He inches forward, lines himself up and pushes in slowly. It's heaven, bliss, perfection. Joe braces one hand on Nicky's hip and the other against the door leaning over him slightly. He rocks slowly, mindful they're in a car and don't want to be too obvious about what they're doing. It won't last. ]

[ Nicky breathes out as he rocks down into the seat, gripping the fabric with one hand as he reaches back with the other for Joe's, coaxing it to his hair, wanting him to make this just a little rough, if only to claim him. ]

Amore mio, andiamo. [ It's said with a smile, laughing brightly as he exhales shakily, his eyes closing as he feels the shed of tears.

It's relief, love, and also a voice in his head that reminds him that he almost lost this. ]

Yusuf. My love. Please.

[ He curls his fingers in the slightly longer strands and tightens his grip to pull. Not too hard just enough to add a little sting as he fucks him.

The pace builds to hard, trying to match the frantic pace of his heart and the need thrumming through his blood. They have each other. They have this. Merrick. Keane. They tried to end this, end them but they couldn't.

Joe leans forward and mouths along Nicky's neck. The hard pace starts to rock the car slightly but he's enraptured and can't be bothered to give a damn. ]

[ Nicky gasps like a thing ablaze, like feeling has come back to him when Joe grabs at his hair and it lightens up nerve endings, giving life to him in a way he doesn't think he's felt in weeks. Not since Morocco, at least.

He groans loudly as he reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock, frantically matching the pace of Joe's thrusts, reaching back to grab at Joe to stall him for a moment when they hear voices. ]

Wait. Wait wait...

[ And then, when the voices seem closest, Nicky smirks a mischievous thing and squeezes around Joe's cock as he presses back to urge him deeper, as if trying to get them caught. ]

[ Joe bites down on Nicky's shoulder at the order to wait. It's almost impossible to stop. He keeps rolling his hips unable to stay completely still. ]

Fuck. [ He lifts his head, glancing up to see just how close they are. Whoever they are they'll pass right next to their car.

There's no real way to shift their positions to something that looks decent. And then Nicky decides to torture him. ] You little shit. Hold still.

[ He doesn't help matters by pulling harder on Nicky's hair which he knows will encourage the exact opposite. ]

[ Nicky is feeling his blood up, with a little fight in him, and that's why he likes to put them on such uneven, dangerous ground, moaning Joe's name very loudly at the tug on his hair. That seems to get the attention of the people near them, but they seem to be stunned, though not inclined to scream or rat them out.

They hustle along, letting Nicky laugh breathlessly for the close call, his adrenaline pounding through his body.

With the pull of hair, he's already got his hand working again, coaxing Joe to fuck him. ] I thought it might be nice, to have just a little danger.

[ Oh, those tourists definitely know what's happening in the silver car. Maybe it'll give them a good story to tell. ]

You brat. [ But he says it with a wealth of affection. ] Better get off before they send security down here.

[ He clutches Nicky's hip tightly as he gets back to fucking him. He doesn't worry about the car rocking now. No point when they've already been caught. Joe focuses on getting them both off as hard and fast as possible. ]

[ Nicky sniggers with laughter at the accusation, mainly because of how true it is, and how little he regrets it. Eyes bright, he drags one knee up to give Joe a better angle, but also for better access for his own hand.

With friction, he knows it's not going to take very long, especially with Joe fucking him. ]

Perfetto, mio cuore. [ He hisses as he grunts, moaning Joe's name, on the cusp here, so close. ]

Now? [ He asks, permission. ]

Yes, damn you. Now.

[ He snarls the words close to Nicky's ear as he buries himself as deep as he can get over and over.

Damn it, he's right on the edge and wildly throws himself over the edge. His orgasm feels like a freefall, a tumble over the edge into absolutely bliss.
Perfection.

He rests his forehead against the back of Nicky's neck while he catches his breath and languishes in the peace and comfort of Nicky's body. ]

[ His smug satisfaction will have to wait, riding the crest of Joe's pleasure, the way he fills him up. They are long from before protection, but Nicky will forever be grateful of their monogamy and their bodies for healing anything, allowing Joe to forever be bare inside him.

Complete. That is what they are. Whole, together, and Joe is right here.

With one last flick of his thumb, Nicky breathes out a soft: ] Yusuf.

[ It is so easy, then, to collapse on the too-small seat of the car, turning just enough to messily kiss the corner of Joe's lips before pressing his forehead to the seat again. ] As excellent as ever.

[ Soon, he will nudge Joe off him and fetch new clothes from the trunk. Soon. ]