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There is only so often we can be discrete. [ Joe will not apologize for wanting to make love to his husband all the time. He does wait until they have separate rooms though. ]

I'll look through what you brought with when we're done here and decide what I want to take off you later. [ He nibbles on the shell of Nicky's ear. ]

If I can wait that long. I might ravish you right on the floor. The carpet is very plush.

At least, without gags.

[ Not that it wouldn't be fun to try it with that, but he thinks that will have to wait, and they will work their way around to that. Nicky slides back into Joe's lap, despite all the nice room, drinking back the champagne and setting the flute on the tiles. ]

The carpet is very nice. I think it is better quality than even the nicest villa we have paid for, in the past. Luxury has come a very long way.

But I like the sounds you make when we're in bed.

[ Joe considers his glass of champagne for a moment. He pours a little down Nicky's chest and quickly licks it up. ]

Maybe we should buy a villa. We could have a guest house for Andy and Nile. So we can continue to be as loud as we want.

You have had almost a thousand years to train me into making the sounds you like, of course you enjoy them.

[ Nicky shifts so he's sitting draped sideways over his lap, wrapping his arm around his shoulders so he can lean in, thinking about a lovely villa that they can enjoy. ]

A villa in Malta, where we can have sex as often as we want. You know exactly how to seduce me.

And you haven't trained me just as well?

[ Joe lets him get comfortable then adjusts to support him. He likes it best when they're both comfortable.

He offers Nicky a sip from his champagne. ]

I very much enjoy seducing you. And a villa will give us a lot of space to decorate and live. We can be as domestic as you'd like.

[ Nicky has done more than a little bit of training. In fact, Pavlov had been very keen to hear of Nicky's lessons, though obviously his results are much more fun. He keeps an eye on Joe as he sips the champagne, unblinking and unflinching. ]

You know exactly what to say that I want to hear.

[ And in this case, it's a life of domestic bliss, as temporary as it might be. To think of coming home in loose shirts and find Joe sprawled out, half-naked, sketching and relaxed.

It is perfect. ]

[ He cups Nicky's cheek and turns his head just enough to kiss him softly.

Perhaps it is Andy's mortality but he feels the desire to settle down a bit more sharply than before. They will continue fighting and doing good but some peace is well deserved isn't it? ]

It's what I want too.

To be domestic, to be your husband, to come back with food from the market and see your beautiful smile.

[ That is what he wants. That's all he wants. Nicky parts his lips for the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. ]

We could have neighbours. [ For a little, they will know the Jones', before we had to leave when we became too suspicious. ] You can flirt and wink at me, and they will talk about how lucky I am to have you.

That, yes. After the lab... peace seems more important than ever before.

[ And not just peace for the world but for them. Joe wants to be a little selfish and claim a slice of normal for them even if it only lasts a decade or so. ]

I will absolutely flirt with you. And bring home flowers. The neighbors will be jealous you are so loved.

[ There is still such good to do, but maybe on a smaller scale for a little. Maybe Nicky wants to do favours and be a kind neighbour. He wants to bring in groceries instead of stopping villains.

For a while. Until he gets bored. ]

I will keep every flower alive as long as I can, and spoil you with your favourite recipes until the smells drag all near. And, of course, if we are to have a villa, clothes will be strictly optional.

When we don't have company.

[ They have the hearts of warriors. Eventually they will need to pick up their swords and return to defending the innocent.

Until then, Joe can paint and get fat on Nicky's cooking. Oh, he aches with want for it. ]

I've decided we're going to buy a villa instead of a house. We have the money and I want it. For us. I'll message Copley as soon as we're out of the tub.

When we have no company.

[ It's an easy thing to agree to, especially as he turns to slide into a straddle, pinning his hands on either side of Joe's head, stretching his body out again so he can grind down against Joe's lap in the water. Without flinching, he is staring at him, unwilling to look away. ]

You should make sure there is a nice sunroom. I would like to sunbathe naked, my love.

[ His cock had never gotten soft given how often wet skin slid against wet skin but Joe is very much reminded of it now with Nicky grinding against him.

He puts his champagne flute down before he drops it and wraps his arms around Nicky's waist. ]

Mmm, yes, absolutely. Some place we can both curl up and sunbath like cats. And then where I can fuck you nice and slow in the warmth.

[ Nicky has forgotten about everything else in the room. There is no bathroom or big spacious hotel bedroom. There is only Joe. Joe is the only thing that matters, because he's the only one that ever mattered.

Nicky lets out a soft prayer in Italian under his breath, grabbing Joe's hair at the nape of his neck. ]

You can fuck me nice and slow right here in the water. Start there, so we can dress for dinner.

Mm, since you asked so nice.

[ Joe grabs his hips and guides Nicky until he's lined up with his hole and can sink into the heat. It's a little tight so he goes slow. ]

Our villa needs a tub this big. [ He mouths at Nicky's neck. ] So we can relax just like this. Fuck, you feel good.

[ Nicky bites his lip and groans as Joe slips into him. They may set a record yet, though it will be hard to outdo their frantic rutting in the early days when they had just begun to understand their lust.

His breath is shaky as he rubs his temple against the top of Joe's head, like a cat before he begins to move. ]

I feel good? You are sinfully warm and perfect.

My favorite sin.

[ He sucks a mark into Nicky's neck right over his pulse and it's gone seconds after he stops.

Joe will let Nicky set the pace and match him. The water will probably splash over the edges but at the moment he doesn't care. ]

Though nothing this holy can be a sin.

[ Nicky does not wish to be mortal, but he does wish that Joe's marks would last a little longer. Maybe they will have to investigate temporary tattoos or other ways for him to bear Joe's marks. For now, the feeling of him inside of him, filling him up until he's whole will have to do.

And it will be incredible. ]

No, it is not a sin, it is a blessing. You are my eternal blessing.

[ And he begins to sink down a little faster, rocking hard and sending the water sloshing. ]

[ Joe reaches between them and wraps his hand around Nicky's cock stroking him as he rides. ]

You are the most beautiful man I've ever had the pleasure of loving. And mine for eternity. What a blessing indeed.

[ They have rings and other pieces of jewelry to mark them. Nicky wears his clothes and carries his scent. He has Joe's soul. No one would ever think Nicky belonged to anyone else. ]

[ Nicky, sometimes, has no intention of fighting Joe's compliments, so soft and sweet and tender. He will accept them, because he loves Joe and he soaks them up like rays of sunshine. ]

You are mine.

[ And that means more. He doesn't wear his rings enough, nor his clothes, but here in Malta, he intends to change that once he is proposed to. ] Mine, Yusuf, since the beginning, since my sword was in you and yours in me. We are marked, we are together.

[ The words are rambled, maybe not entirely in English, because he's currently fucking himself on Joe and it feels too good to think too much about his words. ]

[ They were bound together by destiny. Meant to find each other and do great things while they loved each other.

He pressed his mouth to Nicky as they moved together. His whole world centered on the man riding him. The pleasure builds low and heavy in his gut. He can't get a good grip in the water his hands sliding over Nicky's skin.

Joe moans as he peaks everything burning bright, clearing all sanity from his mind. There was nothing but white noise and heat and Nicky. Just Nicky. ]

[ Nicky knows that if he dies because he hits his head from being fucked, he will never live it down, so he should try very hard not to do that, which is why he keeps adjusting his grip on Joe's neck, his elbow wrapped around it.

He bows his head in, sinking down onto his cock, moaning Joe's name before ducking in to kiss him, stealing those sounds away.

He has to hope this burns out that need, because it has been high and a constant onslaught, and he wants to settle in with Joe for something less needy -- dinner, a proposal, time spent cuddling. Right now, though, this fuck, it's what he needs. ]

Soon. Joe, soon. Are you soon?

[ If it doesn't settle tonight, it will in a few days of frantically tearing at each other for reassurance. Joe needs it just as badly as Nicky does. ]

Yes, yes. Come with me. [ He tangles his fingers in Nicky's hair and drags him into another kiss that's sloppy and rough. ] Love, please.

[ The need he feels consumes him. He's right there, panting heavily against Nicky's mouth as he tries to pull them both over the edge. ]

[ Nicky grips at Joe's tangled curls, sliding his fingers through into his hair and marvelling at the way it looks. It's beautiful and even with centuries to get used to it, he still isn't. ]

My love. My Yusuf.

[ He rocks his hips and then sinks down, and with another stroke of his fingers, that's all he needs along with Joe's encouragement. ] I love you. Ti amo, amore.

Love. Yes.

[ Joe is not but a second behind him, hips bucking up as he fills Nicky. Then slumps back against the tub. The hot water almost feels like too much but he doesn't want to move right now. ]

Nicolo, how can you make it better each time? It's been nine hundred years.

[ At some point the sex would get boring, wouldn't it? Joe hopes it doesn't but he still has the marvel at the intensity. Nothing seems to dim their enjoyment. ]