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[ Nicky has only ever wanted to live from the moment Yusuf ensnared him and tempted him with his smile, his eyes, his steady hands, and even the way he pursued him so fiendishly on the battlefield. He'd been connected with his enemy, and then had fallen in love with him.

Death, for Nicky, had given him a soulmate. For Booker, it had taken one away. ]

We should have stopped him drinking, maybe. Sent him to grief counselling.

[ In as much as they could, with their immortality putting limits on them.

He soothes Joe with kisses all over his face, to his temples and his forehead and then his lips. ]

I know. I feel the same. It is good knowing that we have family out there, though. Their great-great-endlessly-great uncles still love them very much, of course.

[ They really did have everything one could want. A lifetime with the person they loved. Joe is deeply, endlessly, grateful every single day he wakes up with Nicky in his arms. ]

We can only hope he'll find it on his own now.

[ He presses into the kiss, soaking in the reassurance and love. ]

Perhaps when we go back to Jerusalem we might cross paths with them. I could claim I am tracing my family tree? Or no, that might risk too much.

[ Nicky drags one leg over Joe's hips to pull him in towards his body, wanting them flush together, even if he doesn't want to lose sight of that beautiful face in front of him. ]

Maybe this is what we should have done. After Jean-Pierre died, maybe he needed time, and not a team.

[ Nicky starts to push stands of hair from Joe's forehead back, leaning in to softly kiss. ] I did not keep track of my nieces and nephews. It would be a good project to undertake, maybe while we are here? It could be for a research paper on families in the Crusades?

We can't go back and change it. Neither can he. [ He slides his hand down Nicky's back and pulls their bodies flush together. ] We can only live with the consequences.

[ His hair has curled tightly from sweat. He closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation. ] It would be a more productive use of our time besides sex and napping.

[ He opens his eyes and gazes softly at Nicky. ] How are you so beautiful? It takes my breath every time I look at you.

[ Nicky wriggles a little to make sure that he's as close as possible, not wanting to be even an inch further from Joe than he has to be right now. The consequences are what's hurting them both, knowing their family is going to be changed for a hundred years.

He snorts at the compliment. ]

I am so beautiful because you are so romantic. To anyone else, I would not be so stunning, because they do not have your heart for romance or your poetry for words.

[ He's still smiling, softly, for the compliment, and his cheeks have a slight flush to them. ]

I would like to have a family tree, a proper one. You and me at the top, all our branches below.

Oh, you've had many admires over the years. I'm fairly certain Shakespeare would've kept you if he could.

[ What an amusing time that had been. Joe still can't hear any Shakespeare without exchanging a look with Nicky, sometimes amused and sometimes not. ]

The tree should go the other way around. We are the roots and they grow from us.

[ Almost like Copley's board showing the good they had done. The family that had kept going after they were 'gone'. It worked in Joe's mind. ]

[ Nicky turns those big eyes on Joe, sighing as he reminds him. ] Your poetry has always been better, though, I think that maybe we are also more star-crossed than Romeo and Juliet.

[ He brushes Joe's hair back to press a kiss, and slides his knee in between Joe's legs, slotting their bodies together comfortably, letting his eyes become half-lidded as he holds him tight. ]

We are the roots. [ He hums softly, nodding. ] I like that. I like that very much. And what happens when we discover there are distant nieces and nephews? I will want to spoil them from afar, you know.

He stole that one from an older play, you know. [ He was an interesting play write, certainly, but Joe had some grudges. ]

[ Now he traces Arabic calligraphy against Nicky's back between his shoulder blades writing some of his best lines. ]

Perhaps Copley can help us think of a way to support them. Maybe some money now and then.

[ It would be very complicated but he liked the idea of helping. ]

[ Nicky hushes Joe with a kiss, trying to soothe that old issue, knowing that Joe can hold a grudge, and that this one is hardly needed, because Nicky prefers Joe's poetry and Joe's art. ]

I liked some of the Renaissance artists better than Shakespeare, but I know that is also a tender topic at times. [ He leans back, laughing in a breathless huff at what Joe is tracing. ] That line? That line made me take off my pants, Joe.

I could also go into my savings. Find the investments I made. With interest rates, I think by now we should have a little money.

[ Which is an understatement. He just gets tired of having to file death certificates and wills to pass along the assets. ]

And look it still works. [ Because Nicky has no pants on right now. He very deliberately rubs their hips together. ] It's a very good line.

Whatever you want to do for them, my love. I'll help you as best I can. [ Joe has never tried to support anyone while pretending to die every fifty years or so. He has no idea how to do this. ]

We should find them first. Maybe they are rich assholes. We don't know.

[ Nicky is still softly laughing and he nods, resting his forehead to Joe's, conceding that. ] It's a very good line. You knew how to get me out of my clothes with little more than a sentence of my beauty.

[ The sketches he had done were also immensely flattering too, he cannot forget those. ]

We will find them, and see if any of them have retained your handsome face or your beauty. They do not need to know who we are, but I want to see what they are like.

[ He cups Joe's hip, sliding his fingers around to grope his ass, seeing as it's helpfully right there. ] How is your honeymoon experience so far, Mr. Jones?

Those early days all I wanted was to get you out of your clothes. [ He leans in and kisses him. ] It was all I could think about once I claimed you.

[ Joe thought he was going mad with how much he wanted Nicky. The lust was still there but he was much better at controlling it now and waiting for the right moment. ]

I would give it five stars. [ He rolls Nicky under him again to more firmly be pressed against each other. ] Would you like to get married again in say ten years? Have another honeymoon?

It was a very pervasive thought.

[ Nicky remembers night after night spent with an aching hard-on, trying to hide it from Yusuf, not wanting him to think of him as even more of an uncouth barbarian. He had longed and pined and been desperate, and once Yusuf had claimed him, he had been so hungry for it. ]

I don't think we went further than five kilometres once you talked me out of my tunic. I would go ten steps and be consumed with lust.

[ Nicky lets Joe roll him with ease, offering no protest as he stretches out. ] I would very much like to marry you as often as I can. Next time, your home?

We had a great deal of want to get out of our system.

[ Joe grins wickedly as he ruts his hips against Nicky's. The hunger is still there, of course. ]

And what a time we had once we found a place to stay. [ He sucks a mark on Nicky's neck and watches it fade almost immediately. ] The things I taught you those nights.

Yes. We'll go to my home. [ Already planning a new wedding. Joe loves this man to the point of madness. ]

[ Honestly, Nicky is fairly sure they spent several days without clothes on, endlessly fucking. There had been a lot of possessive jealousy to work through, at least on Nicky's end. And now, even now, hundreds and hundreds of years later, he still feels the need.

It is more a candle than a raging bonfire, but it is there, and always burning. ]

You taught me everything I know. You were a very clever tutor and a thorough education.

[ He'd loved every second of it. Including the thought of marrying in Joe's home. ] Maybe, we'll even buy a house there? Have a honeymoon and a home?

And you were a gifted and eager student.

[ There had been more wonder than jealousy on Joe's part. Wonder that Nicky was his. Wonder that he got to love him.

Only later in their journey when someone had eyed Nicky with interest had Joe truly experienced jealousy and the need to mark Nicky as his. ]

Tell me where you want a home and we'll get one. [ He smiles fondly at Nicky's domesticity. ] Anywhere you'd like.

Will you give me my grades now? Or will I still have to seek them out with additional work?

[ Nicky's mouth parts as Joe moves, groaning low in his throat as he squirms, reaching for the lube to see if he can clasp it in his hand, eager to turn the tables. ]

I would like them in Malta and Genoa and somewhere in the Maghreb, wherever you like. [ He's not sure, with the shifting borders, where they would go now. ] Somewhere that, after our missions, I can whisk you to and watch you putter around a home where we can plant fruit trees and install lavish beds, with great sweeping rooms for guests.

Mmm. So far, you are passing but I would like more effort.

[ Joe nudges it closer to Nicky's hand one he figures out what his husband is looking for. ]

Alright. We'll buy a place in Malta this time. I think it's Tunisia now next time and after that Genoa. [ As he's said before Nicky is his home. Wherever his Nicolo is, Joe will have a home. ] Indulge me with a pool at one of those places.

[ Nicky's brows furrow and he huffs ]. More effort, my husband says. [ He swipes the lube into his palm and works a little on his hand, giving Joe no warning before he begins to prepare him. ] Is this the kind of effort you want?

[ As he slides his thumb in, very slowly, very purposefully, he hums as he thinks about it. ] The pool should be here in Malta. I want a house by the sea in Genoa, like when I grew up. [ His smile brightens, though, as he thinks of Joe lounging in it and emerging, as if Venus, in nothing in all. ] Maybe not so many guests, for what I am picturing.

Oh yes. [ Joe closes his eyes, hangs his head forward, and moans with pleasure. It's so lovely to be so flexible in bed. ] This is exactly what I want.

[ Though it's very hard to focus on a conversation about house shopping while being fingered open. Joe mouths at Nicky's neck to distract himself and maybe focus better.

It doesn't actually help but he loves the taste of Nicky's skin under his mouth. ] Yes to both those things. Genoa can be private. For us.

[ Nicky has to strain a little, move his arm just that way and then this, and then a little more, but he manages to get where he needs to be, all the while staring at the line of Joe's handsome body. ] Maybe I can see if my church is still standing.

We can go in, you can show off to God that you stole me from him.

[ Whereas Nicky had always had to contend with other people staring at Joe and wanting him, Nicky's greatest potential source where his devotion might have gone was always God.

He slips out his thumb, and replaces with two fingers, but this angle, it does not work. Grabbing Joe by the hip, Nicky doesn't give him warning as he rolls them, wrestling Joe onto his back and sliding down to nudge his knee aside. ]

[ He adjusts to make it easier on his husband. No need to get a crick in his wrist or a cramp in his arm. That would put an end to this. ] Do not tempt me with an idea to give you a blowjob in your old parish.

[ Joe laughs as he falls on his back and eagerly spreads his legs for his husband. Nicky looks so good over him, full of passion, and lust for him. ]

Because I will. I will push you in a dark corner and worship you on my knees your beautiful cock in my mouth, fucking my throat.

[ Nicky clucks his tongue from where he's working, shoving Joe's leg up over his shoulder. ] Don't be ridiculous.

[ He waits, then, until his mouth is near Joe's cock, just enough to tease, but not enough to offer any sort of relief. ] I would never let you worship my cock on your knees in a dark corner. [ He squeezes Joe's knee with one hand as he slides three fingers inside of him, holding his gaze. ]

That's what the confessional booth is for.

[ He groans deeply at the thought and Nicky's actions. His fingers felt so good and that mouth teasing him, brilliant. So brilliant. Nicky is too good to him. ]

Yes, Nicolo, yes, please. [ Joe has always tried to be somewhat respectful to Nicky's religion even though it destroyed his homeland but he really, really enjoyed the idea of sex in Nicky's old parish.

Claiming him in front of God and everyone that forced a war for their version of the same God. ]

We are doing this.

[ Nicky still believes in God. He has faith. What he does not believe in and has not for many years is the Church. They sent him to war, and while it gave him Joe, it had filled him with hate. Their sins over the last millennium have not done much to repair his relationship with them.

And what does God care if his husband gives him a blowjob in a building? ]

It may be a very old church, but I will sit and take your confession, and give you the repentance suitable. One stroke of the mouth for each sin.

[ He's smirking up at Joe as he slides his fingers in slowly, taking his time preparing him. ]