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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. ]

[ Joe lifts his hips from the bed. It is exactly the sort of fantasy that touches so many things inside him. ]

Oh, padre I have so many sins to confess. [ He licks his lips as he gazes up at his husband. ] You will keep me on my knees for a long time.

[ And he looks absolutely thrilled by this idea. Sometimes, he is every inch the heathen Nicky's people thought he was. ]

[ Nicky loves the way that Joe's body works with him, as if singing of their harmony together. He twists his fingers and then withdraws them, kissing each of those knees. ]

If you want me to wear the collar, you may have to give me some time to dig out the clothes. I think they were in a safe, the last I remember them.

Probably falling apart, too, he might do better with something more modern. [ Grasping Joe's hips, his eyes are blazing with need and passion as he reaches for a pillow to shove beneath Joe's back. ]

That is for Genoa, though. Now, we are in Malta, and here, I would like to fuck my husband.

Please, love, be inside me before you tempt me with such visions.

[ Nicky hasn't worn his priest garb in years and Joe loves ruining him when he's wearing it. ]

Yes, please. [ He wraps a leg around Nicky's hips and tries to tug him closer. Nicky looks so good above him and his cock is aching for some attention but he can hold himself back.

At least, until his husband is inside him and fucking him properly. ]

[ Nicky is not feeling ready to sate Joe's need just yet, at least, not with his cock. He leans down to wrap his mouth around Joe's cock to suck at the tip a little, dragging his tongue to tease himself with it before he pushes his legs apart again. ]

I always forget how you like to deflower me when I am at my most holy.

[ And with that, he guides himself inside of Joe, tenderly filling him up, and lifting Joe's hand to press a kiss to the back of it before he gets one hand under his ass to lift him a little, beginning to fuck him with slow, languid rolls of his hips. ]

Reminds me of when we first met.

[ His words are a little choked as Nicky works him over with his mouth. Brilliant bastard teasing him so well. ]

The man I wanted so much a priest that I shouldn't be allowed to have. [ He grabs at Nicky's shoulders still for a moment to catch his rhythm and then rocking his hips with him. ] Gave himself to me. Asked for me to take him. It has left a lasting impression.

I was an unwashed invader in a priest's uniform.

[ Even those words are a struggle when he's busy trying to fuck Joe into silence, though it's not hard and fast. No. That's not Nicky's desire right now. They've had fast and desperate, now he wants to make this last for them both, his smile half-there on his lips.

It's a Mona Lisa smile, if ever there was one. ]

I am sure he said his prayers to thank God for such a handsome trophy.

You were beautiful.

[ Slow and steady is a sure way to wreck Joe's composure. He loves it. Nothing makes him feel so loved and treasured.

But right now he still has the sense to speak full sentences. The pleasure rolls through him like the waves of the ocean. He is helpless against it. Nicky will sweep him away. ]

You were mine. [ He grips the back of Nicky's neck with a fierce, possessive grip. ]

I am yours. [ It is a vow, spoken fiercely, as if to challenge anyone who might have words against it. It is a promise, that he will forever be Joe's. And, now, as he begins to pick up the pace so the waves hit the shore faster, he begins to sweat. ]

Yours to command, yours to enjoy and love. Yours.

[ It's barely a whisper as he takes Joe in hand, stroking his cock in slow time with his thrusts, always spending more time at the head with his thumb, but never neglecting any part of him as he keeps fucking him. ]

[ He stands no chance when Nicky touches him. He surrenders himself to the pleasure and joy of making love with his soulmate. The other half of himself. He is his most complete when loving this man. ]

Nicolo. [ He speaks praise in old Italian, Genoese, and Arabic. Unable to think clearly enough in English to make poetry. Somehow he needed to express just how good it felt.

Soon he was balanced right on the edge and whimpered a warning to Nicky. He's close. A little more and he would crest. ]