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[ Nicky's breaths draw out and lengthen, a clear sign he's relaxing into a touch and a sensation that is as comfortable to him as breathing. Joe is a part of him, literally at times, and this is how they're meant to be. ]

My blessing. My heart. My Yusuf.

[ His eyes are half-lidded as he cups Joe's chin with his fingers to tip him up and share his gaze. ]

Now. [ His tone turns steely and firm. ] Show me how much you want to claim me.

[ Oh, he knows that tone. That tone is not one to argue with. Joe slid his fingers free and replaces them with his cock, filling Nicky.

He groans as he takes his time. The first stroke is always the best. It's like coming home. It's being one with Nicky.

Joe takes his hands, laces their fingers together and holds them next to Nicky's head.]

[ Nicky's glad he doesn't need to say it again, even though there have absolutely been times where both he and Joe have enjoyed what happens when Nicky has to be firm. When Joe pushes in, though, he curses in a very unpriestly way, glad all that is over, and grips Joe's hand beside his head tighter. ]

You feel so good.

[ This is what he'd wanted last night, in the car, since the lab. This is what he's been hungry for since Marrakesh, and they couldn't. Nicky strains to kiss any space of Joe's skin available, landing on his shoulder before he collapses back, knee adjusting against Joe's chest to try and coax him deeper. ]

[ Joe turns his head to nuzzle Nicky's hair as he slowly makes love to him. Their bodies know how to move against each other with ease. He doesn't have to think. He just has to enjoy the feel of Nicky around him.

He catches his mouth for a kiss, slow and achingly gentle. They're together. They're whole. Nothing will part them. ]

[ Nicky only breathes when Joe does, syncing it together until they're matched, perfectly. It's the only thing he wants, and he makes sure it happens, so that Joe fucks him, they breathe together. They kiss, and it's together.

Dragging his nails up Joe's back, he grabs at his neck, then his hair, holding on tightly. ]

Am I going to have to touch myself? [ It's exhaled, breathy and broken, and very much a challenge. ]

[ Joe moans and regrets that those scratch marks won't stay. He loves the slight sting and the possessive nature of it. But the scratches heal. ]

You try and make love to your husband and he gets so fussy. [ He stares down at Nicky with a playful smile. ] I should tie your wrists to the headboard so you can't and you'll let me take my time.

[ Still, he falls for it and thrusts deeper, harder. ]

[ Nicky scratches one more time, even though he can feel that they've already healed. That's enough to get another bit of a sulk, but it fades quickly when Joe teases him with a good time.

He would protest, but then he gets fucked a little harder and he opens his mouth in a sudden cry when Joe fucks him that deeply. ]

Santa maria. [ It's hissed out, because he knows what he's doing to him. ] You take your time and I will fuck myself on you.

That's not much of a threat.

[ It's the exact opposite of a threat. Joe would love that.

He does know what he's doing. He knows exactly how hard and how fast to go when Nicky is like this. He knows what he wants and can't help but give it to him. ]

[ Nicky scowls at him, because he knows that it's not, he knows what Joe means, but he'd like his husband to give him a little more of what he wants. He pointedly untangles their hands so he can get it wrapped around his cock, not exactly smooth and fluid with his strokes.

It's been a long time since Joe fucked him (he needs this).

And Joe knows it. He knows what to do, but Nicky can't help going against his pace and his best knowledge, just to see what he does. ]

Maybe we will turn the tables. See how you like it?

[ Joe chuckles warmly then very quickly grabs Nicky's hand, pulls it away from his cock, and pins it down against the bed. ]

You're going to come from my cock or not at all, my love. Brace yourself.

[ They can talk about Nicky fucking him after this. Joe's not against the idea, of course. He loves it.

But right now he fucks his husband hard and deep scooting him up the bed with the force. ]

[ Nicky lets out a very unhandsome growl when Joe takes his hand away, snapping his teeth at him in what he probably hopes is a very playful way. It is, mostly, only, he wants the relief of getting to touch himself.

An order from Joe is not to be ignored, though. He reaches behind him, grabbing the headboard, and lets Joe fuck him so hard that he thinks he's trying to make him one with the bed. ]

You look so good.

[ And he does, bouncing like that, fucking Nicky like a man possessed. ]

[ The growl just turns him on more, reminding him of the old days when they snapped and snarled at each other all the time. He loves when Nicky gets spirited.

Joe kisses him hard before he throws his head back and focuses on fucking his husband for all he's worth. It will be awhile before he can manage sentences.

He needs to focus on breathing while he tries to get Nicky off with just his dick. ]

[ Nicky had better come soon, or Joe is going to end up flipped with Nicky riding him, just to remind him of exactly what it is he likes when he's being fucked like this. His eyes are a bright, blazing thing and he grabs at Joe's hair, yanking hard to kiss him, scraping his teeth over his lip to bite.

He's hissing now, moaning Joe's name, spots of white in his vision.

Usually, that means he's close, so close, and he lets his head fall back against the waiting pillows, ekeing out small little noises, but nothing coherent.

By now, Joe should know what that means. ]

[ Gentle lovemaking would have to wait for later. He can see how his Nicky needed this. Maybe Joe did too. To claim him. To remember they are the only ones who can do this to each other.

The only ones they want. ]

Come on, babe. Come on. Let go. I've got you.

[ He runs his fingers through Nicky's hair before he grabs his hips hard enough to bruise if such a thing would stay on his skin. ]

[ Nicky keeps his eyes open now that they're near the end. He wants to see Joe, look into his eyes, he wants to know that it is his husband with him, and no one else. No labs, no doctors, no scientists. Him and Joe, together, the way it's always been meant to be.

His breath shallows out as he stares at him, moaning sharply when Joe drags at his hips, and the sudden movement is just what he needs. ]

Yusuf. [ He chokes out his name, cursing as he comes and makes a mess for the second time in a day, spurred on by his husband's excellent talents for pleasure. ]

[ Those eyes so intense on him make Joe feel like the most important man in the world. He's so loved and there's the proof right there, the way Nicolo looks at him.

He's not far behind his husband. A few thrusts and Joe almost collapses on top of him unable to hold himself up against the pleasure coursing through him. ]

Nicolo... [ He pants heavily against Nicky's lips. ] My love.

[ Nicky groans as he collapses back, stretching both arms out over his head for a moment, bringing them down to slide through Joe's hair as he leans up to kiss him. ]

I love you more than there are stars in the sky, my heart.

[ He doesn't want Joe to move, grabbing at his hips to keep him in place, even if they will be a sticky disaster soon enough, but it is their honeymoon (again) and they deserve some happiness. Absently, Nicky traces Arabic letters on Joe's back, spelling out his name, his full name, and he tips his head somewhat to the side, where the light is spilling in. ]

Will we be able to handle it? Seeing Andy age, do you think?

[ He knows it's a severe change in topics, but he cannot help the thought when they are here, at the light at the end of that awful tunnel. ]

[ There's probably a very nice bath here so if they do end up a sticky mess they'll just relax in the bath after this.

He's drifting on a very pleasant cloud of comfort when Nicky mentions Andy. That knocks him out of that as surely as if he had poured ice water over him. ]

Not at first but... we'll have time to get used to the idea. [ He props himself up so he can look down at Nicky. ] We'll have our time to say goodbye.

[ Nicky turns to look at Joe, holding his gaze for a long moment, considering him, considering what lies ahead of them, and this is the awful part he is about to confess, to only Joe. ]

If I knew there was a way for them to take samples, to give her back her immortality if she wanted it, I think I would give it to them.

[ He's sorry for it, and he thinks he's been feeling guilty about it ever since Merrick. He wants to never see Joe hurt again, but he also wants to defend Andy, a woman he's known almost as long as he's known Joe and loved in a very different way. ]

If it were you, I would give every organ and limb to keep you.

Oh. Nicolo.

[ He leans forward and rests his forehead against Nicky's as he lets the pain of those words roll through him. Just the thought of Nicky going through that again hurts. ]

You know none of us can fight this. It is her time. [ He cups his cheek and gently brushes his thumb across his cheek. ] Our time will be together. We found immortality together. We'll leave it together.

[ He has to wonder how much of his own words about it being their time had been posturing. Facing down reality and thinking he could do anything about it has left him struggling to accept what even he said.

Nicky breathes out and holds onto him, knowing that he would not do it, not actually. He would never do anything that would hurt Joe. ]

It is her time. [ He echoes, saying the words again. His fingers keep tracing words, letters, spelling out 'I love you' in a foreign language on Joe's back. ]

Hopefully not for at least another thousand years. I am just beginning to like you. [ Said with a smirk. ]

[ The words don't help too much right now but Joe hopes in the future they will ease the twist of worry and sadness in his gut.

Nicky writing calligraphy across his back does a lot more. ]

I think we have a few more thousand, at least. [ After all, Andy was six thousand. Quyhn roughly the same. Surely they would get that much. ] By then I hope you'll tolerate me.

[ He kisses him slowly and deeply. ] I love you, Nicolo di Genova and I will love you until the stars burn out.

[ Nicky snorts his laughter into Joe's neck, thinking about how nice it would be to tolerate him for another thousand years, two thousand, and more. There are the usual fears, of course, of separation, but Nicky knows they would not do anything to prompt that.

They have been more careful, since Quynh. ]

I love you too, Yusuf Al-Kaysani. Until the Earth is dust. [ He cups his cheek and holds him there, pressing their foreheads together. ] Will you talk to me now? About the lab? About Booker?

[ And how he's feeling. ]

[ Joe sighs heavily and rolls to his side next to Nicky. ]

I hate being powerless to stop people from hurting you. [ He tenderly strokes his fingers down Nicky's cheek. ] Watching that doctor with her self-righteous bullshit hurt while I could do nothing will haunt me.

[ Booker is harder to talk about. He is furious. He is hurting. ] He is my brother. I never thought he would ever betray us. It hurts, Nicky and I don't know how to stop it.

[ Nicky adjusts so he can chase after him, rolling onto his side. He keeps drawing on Joe, but this time on his hip, tender and soft as he crooks his fingers. ] I am right here. Yes? Alive. Healthy. In love.

[ He understands, though. They thought they knew best, these modern scientists. No different than others who have tried before, all to no avail. Nicky is glad that Joe had been unconscious for much of his own testing, because it's not something he wants him to have witnessed. ]

What he did was wrong. He chose very poorly. And he will pay for it.

[ A hundred years, isolation, and they will not have to look at his face. ]

What I cannot shake is that he never apologized. He was only sorry because Andy was not healing. If she was still immortal...

[ Nicky is not sure that Booker would have even said a word. ]