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[ 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. ]

[ Nicky sinks down into the water, and it's not that there are waves, but he still feels like he's rocking like he's being pushed to shore, pressing his sated, stupid smile into Joe's neck. ]

I think it is because I gave you champagne. I made you ready to feel like it was the best.

[ He presses his forehead to Joe's, lifting a wet hand to cup his cheek, laughing fondly. ] I have had a brilliant idea, inspired by the orgasm.

You do have some of your best ideas after sex.

[ Joe laughs warmly and runs his fingers through Nicky's hair. ]

Tell me. What's your brilliant idea, my love?

[ He reaches over the edge of the tub, picks up his champagne flute and takes a sip. It's not as cool as before but it still feels good to drink. ]

[ Nicky is sure it is a brilliant idea, but the thing is, he's not so sure that Joe will think the same. He leans into the touch, letting out a pleased sound as he reaches up to keep Joe's hand where it is. ]

You are going to lay out all of my clothes for me. I will stay naked. Then, you can go to the restaurant where we are having dinner, and you will wait for me.

[ It's been some time since he's made a grand entrance. He'd like to do that again. ]

Mmm, you are in a mood to play up our dating aren't you?

[ Joe would much rather make his entrance with Nicky on his arm. ]

Tonight, I'm in a mood to indulge you since there is also a proposal. You're indulging my romantic side. I'll indulge yours.

[ But they will leave together which is the most important part in all of this. ]

I am in a mood to slide my fingers over the clothes my husband has picked for me, thinking of how he loves me so much to think of them. I am in the mood to wear them and feel them pressed to my skin and think of how your hands were there.

[ He nuzzles at his temple, kissing his cheek. ]

And I would like, very much, to walk into the restaurant and see you stand to greet me and the look on your face when you are greeted with the artwork you have created of me.

[ There's the romantic side that Nicky hides so well. ]

Let me wash your hair and clean your body. Then you will completely be my work of art.

[ And he'd get to spend a few more minutes in Nicky's company before they have to untangle and prepare for this date. ]