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[ 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. ]

Shh, shh, shh.

[ Nicky strokes Joe's hair back as he bears in and rocks a little deeper into him, holding himself there so that he can stretch out his body and steal a kiss. As he eases back, he twists a little to angle himself back, finishing with his back arched, his hand on Joe. ]

Yusuf, my heart.

[ His eyes are soft and tender, and he loves this man more than he's ever loved anything in his life. He is the reason he wishes to do good, he is the reason he strives to be better. ]

[ For a second Joe thinks Nicky would make him wait and drag this out but his lover is merciful and kind and does not make him suffer. It would be the sweetest suffering.

He comes with a soft gasp, his hips arching up off the bed. Joe grabs his arms gripping them tightly as his body is consumed. Oh, this is heaven. Bliss.

Joe feels pleasantly warm and drunk after. He smiles warmly at Nicky eyes full of adoration and love. ]

[ Nicky isn't going to take much longer. He positions himself so that he can rock his hips a few times, more shallow than before, but somehow better, and then he's filling Joe up, almost like...

Well, the image that comes to mind makes him snicker under his breath. ]

Sfogliatina alla panna. [ He says with a smirk, thinking that Joe is certainly the prettiest cream puff he's ever seen. ]

[ Joe laughs, grabs Nicky by the back of his neck, and tugs him down for a kiss. ]

You are ridiculous. I love you for it.

[ There's that lovely playful side of Nicky. He could be so silly in the right mood and rarely did anyone else get to see it. Joe treasures these moments so comfortable and at ease.

They feel especially poignant after the lab. ]

[ By the time Joe's got him down, Nicky is still laughing, because he is full of bliss and still inside Joe, and it is not a place he wants to leave yet. He blossoms and brightens, all for Joe, and he is so happy for it. ]

And you are still the most handsome, most perfect husband.

[ Nicky slowly draws out, groaning as he collapses at Joe's side, resting his cheek on his chest, reaching down to drag his thumb over Joe's knee. ] Any word from Copley about our vacation home?

[ He glances down at the top of Nicky's head. He can't see Joe's rather amused look but he hopes his husband feels it. ]

Do you think I have my cellphone on me right now?

[ It is somewhere in his pants which are on the floor being completely ignored. There could be plenty of messages but he has no idea. ]

I'll check in... ten minutes.

[ It's the right answer. Nicky smiles against Joe's torso and wraps his arm around him to pull him in closer, as tight as he can manage, shifting so he can rest his chin on Joe's breastbone, peering up at him. ]

Very good answer. It means you were paying attention to me, grazie, amore.

[ He strokes circles with his palm, content to settle in with him and lounge naked in their glorious honeymoon suite. ]

Every time we are here, I think it will not live up to my hopes, but it has yet to fail. Malta is still a perfect jewel for me.

Have I ever ignored you on a honeymoon?

[ He runs his fingers through Nicky's hair his expression soft and sweet. ]

We are not counting the one interrupted by the Spanish Civil War. That was beyond my control.

[ It was very rare something interrupted their time alone together. Everyone knew why it was important to them. ]

It is our first home.

Not a single time, not unless I have tempted you into it. [ For that, he smiles his sweetest offering for Joe, utterly at ease and happy. It is the most perfect thing he could ask for, this time with him.

And Joe calls it home, which it is. ]

I think my first home was when you told me you loved me. Then, I knew my home was you, just like you say to me.

I do occasionally like to tease. [ He cannot resist that smile. Joe leans in and kisses him gently. ]

Well, my first home is always with you but this place gives me many of the same feelings. There are traces of our cultures and the sea which we both love. How could it not be home?

[ They simply need to buy a physical house here so it is official in paperwork and a building. ]

[ That burst of warmth that comes when Joe talks about their home and the both of them is something he is not embarrassed about, but that he still buries into Joe's chest when he smiles. Mainly because it makes him feel open and vulnerable, such a desperate aching. ]

Maybe we should negotiate a month of time off every year, and we will come back to Malta. I'll keep a well stocked kitchen from the market and imagine if we could have a sea-side view.

I think we could make that happen.

[ Joe chuckles as Nicky hides away and immediately wraps his arms around him to protect him from that vulnerable feeling. ]

We need to make a list of what we want and then find a realtor.

[ They had the identities. They could get a house right now once they knew exactly what they wanted. ]

Why should we make a realtor deal with us? We are both old enough, let's do it ourselves.

[ He says this with the fiendish smirk of someone who anticipates making the lives of some home-sellers very annoyed with an immortal Italian and his husband, because Nicky might be kind, but he also loves a good bargain. ]

And what do you require, for our Malta home?

A realtor will put distance between us and the sellers. We still have to be careful, my love.

[ There are times when Nicky's bargain hunting is good. Home ownership is not one of them. ]

I don't know. A big kitchen for you. Lots of natural light for my art. A pool. Next to the sea.

[ Apparently, he does have some idea after all. ]