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He's all and he is more.	By : DarklingWillow Category: M through R > The Old Guard Views: 776 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12.

            Nicolò pulled the fur tighter around his shoulders and rubbed his feet together under the folds of his blanket. His watch was over, and he had slept for a few hours, but now he knew that Yusuf’s watch was almost over, and then they would have a couple of hours more before dawn and morning prayers. Yusuf had begun praying with the Muslims again, he had even spent a small amount of his salary in Nishapur on a prayer rug.
            It had been a fortnight or so since he had made his confession to Yusuf, and the Arab had been nothing but gentle with him. Yusuf had made no further inquiries into the matter but had made it very clear that if Nicolò wanted to share any more, then Yusuf would be ready and willing to listen. Nicolò had not found himself ready to share any more, although there was not a whole lot more to the incident, but he had dared to ask Yusuf to tell him about the night Yusuf had spent with a man.

            Yusuf had spoken of that young man with great fondness, although he made it clear that no emotions between them had been involved. The young man had simply been looking for an easy meal, and some coin, in exchange for his services. Yet that young man had taught Yusuf a great deal in that one night. He had made Yusuf realize truths about himself that until that night Yusuf had only dared to ponder in the darkest hour of the night, when he was sure that he was alone. Truths that he had never been able to voice to anyone else in his life. Truths that he was now living with Nicolò by his side.
            Yusuf’s descriptions of what he had done that night with the young man had made Nicolò quiver with passion, and his vivid imagination had painted pictures that still thrilled him within a breath of orgasm. And ever since the night that Yusuf had shared his experience, Nicolò had been building up his confidence. He had decided this would be the night.

            He shivered under the fur as the tent flap lifted and Yusuf crawled into the small tent, the cold night wind following him inside. Yusuf grumbled discontent under his breath as he pulled the flap closed again and fastened it, then sat down on the floor rug they had purchased in Baghdad and pulled his shoes off.
            Nicolò emerged from under the fur and fumbled around in the darkness until he found their little oil lamp and lit it quickly so Yusuf would have a little bit of light. Then Nicolò ducked back under the fur and pulled it all the way up to his chin, his eyes wide in the dim light as he watched Yusuf pull off his weapons and his light armour.

            “It’s cold tonight,” Yusuf grumbled as he rubbed his hands together and held them over the tiny flame of the lamp for a moment before he made another attempt at loosening his belt. “The Numibian pulled out his furs and wore them all watch.” Yusuf tossed his outer tunic into their pile of clothes, and then looked at Nicolò and laughed softly. “I see that you have pulled out the fur as well. Is it that cold?”
            “I am that cold,” Nicolò answered and wriggled under the thick fur to get comfortable on the inner sleep roll and lifted his hand out from under the fur to beckon at Yusuf to join him. “Come to bed, love. I have a surprise for you.”

            Yusuf’s face lit up with his cheeky smile and his eyes danced in the dim flickering light of the little oil lamp.
            “Oh, you do, do you?” he purred in Arabic and quickly rolled onto his side so he could slide under the large fur and their shared blanket. His hands were freezing cold as they slipped under the blanket and found Nicolò’s naked torso.
            Nicolò had to bite back a little yelp of shock as the cold hands wrapped around his side and on his chest, and Yusuf pulled his hands back with a small shout of surprise.
            “You’re naked,” Yusuf whispered, looked up at Nicolò and then brought both of his hands up to his mouth to blow into the palms, and rubbed them together.
            “I am,” Nicolò admitted and scooted a little closer to his lover. “And you are, entirely too well dressed,” he continued and reached out to find the waistband of Yusuf’s trousers.
            “Well, yes, I wasn’t expecting to find a naked man in my bedding,” Yusuf answered with another of his cheeky smiles and Nicolò snorted.
            “Well, if you are unhappy with that find, I can always get dressed again,” Nicolò retorted and let go of Yusuf’s waistband, and started to turn around to find his own trousers and tunic.
            “No, no, no!” Yusuf cried out and laughed, his hands wrapping around Nicolò’s arm and the back of his neck. “I am delighted with my find,” Yusuf purred and pulled Nicolò in for a heated kiss. “Here, just feel how delighted I am,” he continued to purr into their kisses, and ran his hand down Nicolò’s arm to guide his hand to Yusuf’s length, happily pitched in his trousers.
            “Your mind always goes straight down there, doesn’t it?” Nicolò said with a long-suffering sigh, and this time Yusuf snorted.
            “What else is my mind supposed to do when I find a random naked man in my bedding?” Yusuf insisted and Nicolò gave a playful gasp.
            “Random naked man?” he retorted in mock indignation and crossed his arms over his chest. “I decide to surprise you with a pleasant way to warm you up after a long cold watch, and you call me a random naked man! The audacity…”
            Yusuf burst into laughter and wrapped his arms around Nicolò to pull him close and smothered the rest of Nicolò’s indignation with sweet kisses.
            “You are my random naked man,” he purred, teasing Nicolò’s lips apart so he could draw a longing moan from Nicolò’s chest. “You are my man, that is all that matters to me. And nothing delights me more than finding my man naked in my bedding. Even if the night is cold enough to freeze one’s balls into hiding until spring.”
            “You and that silver tongue of yours,” Nicolò sighed into their kisses, but he still uncrossed his arms, and reached down again to open the waistband of Yusuf’s trousers. Together they removed the trousers, and then Yusuf’s tunic.

            Yusuf’s hands warmed up remarkably fast under the thick fur, and Nicolò moaned into his kisses as Yusuf’s hands found their way down to his erection and began to stroke him the way only Yusuf knew how.
            Nicolò’s fingers found Yusuf’s dark nipples and played with them until they had turned into hard little nubs against his warm skin, then he lifted his head to kiss each nipple, teasing each with his teeth until Yusuf growled at him.

            “Touch me, Nicolò,” Yusuf gasped, and pressed his hips forward to find friction against Nicolò’s hip, grinding on him as he stroked Nicolò’s cock firm and strong.
            “I have something else in mind,” Nicolò whispered, surprised at how strong and confident he sounded. His heart hammered in his chest and his throat felt tight as he pushed at Yusuf until the other man lay down on his back.

            Nicolò pushed the fur out of the way, and as quick as he could he rose to his knees and straddled Yusuf’s hips. He could feel his hand shaking as he brought it up to his mouth and spit on his fingers. Then he reached down between his legs and smeared the spit on his entrance. He grabbed Yusuf’s cock to guide it, and began to lower himself onto it, hoping that he would be able to finish what he had started.

            “No, no, no, not like this!” Yusuf cried out and grabbed Nicolò’s hips to stop him. “Love, what are you thinking…?” he said, cutting himself off when Nicolò looked up at him with wide eyes, his face flushing deeply.
            “I want to… I thought you…” Nicolò stammered and let go of Yusuf, started to rise again to get off his lover.
            “No, no, yes… I mean, yes, I want to,” Yusuf objected and pushed down on Nicolò’s hips until Nicolò was sitting on him, the throbbing length of Yusuf’s arousal pressed underneath Nicolò’s balls.
            Yusuf drew a deep breath and looked up at Nicolò with a beautiful smile.
            “Are you absolutely sure you are ready?” Yusuf asked, and Nicolò put his hands on Yusuf’s chest.
            “Yes. I have been thinking about it ever since I told you the truth a fortnight ago. I want to do this,” Nicolò answered, hoping that the confidence he had felt until a moment ago was still present in his voice, even if it had fled his heart the moment Yusuf said no.

            Yusuf rose to sit up on their bedding, his arms wrapped around Nicolò’s back and pulled him flush against Yusuf’s chest, then he lifted his chin to offer Nicolò a kiss. Nicolò bent his head to kiss his lover, his hands finding their way into Yusuf’s thick, curly hair.
            “Then I accept, my love, with all of my heart,” Yusuf said, looking up into Nicolò’s eyes, a smile on his lips. “But we cannot do it this way.” Yusuf lay down again and twisted under Nicolò to reach one of his bags. He rooted around in the bag for a little while, then pulled out a leather pouch. A pouch that Nicolò knew contained small vials of oils that Yusuf used to massage his muscles when he got sore. When he used to get sore.

            Of course they would need oil, Nicolò realized. Something to ease the friction. It would not do to have nothing, that would only result in pain and soreness, and possibly even bleeding.

            Yusuf smiled at him as he pulled the stopper from the vial and poured a few drops of oil onto his fingers. He put the vial down and closed it with one hand, then reached for Nicolò’s hip.
            “Lift up a little for me,” he said and Nicolò did as he was told, letting Yusuf’s hand guide him. “Now, this will be cold, just so you are warned.”

            Nicolò could not help but gasp when Yusuf’s fingers slid behind his balls and the cold oil smeared across his skin, across the tight pucker of his entrance.

He felt ashamed of himself, thinking of that unholy place as an entrance.
It was filthy, dirty, something that was not spoken of in polite company, or even in impolite company.
And yet, that was the only possible name for it, in the context of making love to his beloved. And he felt now, just how much he had desired this ever since he had first spent a night in Yusuf’s arms. How the desire had been building in him, ever since Yusuf had first put his arm around Nicolò’s chest and held him safe throughout the night. How every single night, and every single day they had spent together since Yusuf had saved him had been building up to exactly this moment.

Nicolò moaned softly as he felt Yusuf’s fingertip slide around the tight muscle, pressing ever so lightly against the entrance, Yusuf’s dark eyes trained on his, trying to read Nicolò’s reactions.
“Are you ready, my love?” Yusuf asked, and Nicolò nodded, not really knowing what he was ready for; he just knew he was ready for it.

Nicolò moaned and hissed at the same time as Yusuf’s finger slipped into the tight ring of muscles, driving into him until Nicolò could feel the second knuckle. Then his body tensed, and he clenched around the intrusion.
“It’s alright, Nicolò, it’s alright,” Yusuf soothed him, reached up with his free hand and cupped Nicolò’s cheek for a moment. “Lean forwards on your arms and lift your hips a little.” Yusuf guided him and Nicolò moaned again as he felt Yusuf withdraw his finger, then plunge it back inside him.
“Let me know if it hurts, if you need more oil,” Yusuf whispered, and withdrew his finger to tease the tip around the tight muscle once before he pushed in again and found a slow rhythm.
“So good,” Nicolò moaned, and nodded his head.
“That’s good,” Yusuf answered and wriggled a little further down on the bedding, so he could angle his wrist better and drove his finger in as deep as he could. “Once you relax completely, I’ll add another finger. You can let me know when you’re ready for it.”
            Nicolò moaned something that was supposed to be assent, but he was not sure he had made any actual words. His mind was too focused on the feeling of Yusuf’s finger exploring his entrance.

            “More,” Nicolò moaned, and looked down at his lover. “Kiss me?” he asked, and Yusuf gave a small laugh.
            “One moment,” Yusuf responded and withdrew his finger so he could add a bit more oil to his fingers, then he reached between them again and pushed two fingers into the tight muscle.
            Nicolò twitched, and pressed his ass backwards, wanted nothing more than to feel those fingers as deep inside him as he could.
            Yusuf moved again to get into a better position, and Nicolò fell down to his elbows so he could cover Yusuf’s lips with his own, his tongue pressing in to taste Yusuf’s mouth.
            Yusuf’s free hand slid into Nicolò’s long hair and fisted there as he deepened their kiss, and his fingers pressed even deeper into Nicolò.
            Nicolò’s body reacted with a deep shiver, and again he pressed his ass backwards to meet those deep thrusts. His cock throbbed between them, leaving behind trails of glistening precum on the thin line of dark hair that trailed from Yusuf’s bellybutton down to his pubes.
            And then Yusuf withdrew his fingers to add more oil to them, making Nicolò feel empty and abandoned.
            “Why is this so good?” he whispered into Yusuf’s ear, and Yusuf turned his head to kiss Nicolò as he smeared the oil on his entrance and slid two fingers back inside him.
            “Because love should always be good,” Yusuf answered in Arabic and swallowed Nicolò’s moans as he added a third finger.
            Nicolò bucked his back to meet the probing fingers, and he felt that ball of heat and light build in his gut. His balls were heavy and his cock bounced with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
            Yusuf gave a small grunt as he bucked his hips up and pressed his own throbbing cock against the back of his hand, driving his fingers even deeper into Nicolò’s body. Nicolò felt those strong fingers curl inside him, and press on something within him, and then rub hard.
Nicolò slammed his face down on Yusuf’s shoulder and bit to smother his howl of pleasure as his world erupted in pleasure and light. His cock slapped between their abdomens as thick spurts of his seed spilled out, painted them both.
            He could feel himself clenching around Yusuf’s fingers so hard that the small bones of the fingers creaked, and yet Yusuf did not stop rubbing that place within him and whispered sweet encouragement into Nicolò’s ear.
            Finally, the waves of pleasure subsided, and Yusuf stopped rubbing that place within him, although he did not pull his fingers free.

“Lie down, Nicolò. It’s easier if you are on your back,” Yusuf urged, and started to rise up on his elbow.
            Somehow Nicolò managed to get down onto his back without losing Yusuf’s fingers from his body, and Yusuf smiled as he leaned down to kiss Nicolò deeply.

            “You are beautiful,” Yusuf whispered in Arabic, and Nicolò smiled a rather exhausted smile. He was surprised that he did not feel the familiar blush in his cheeks at the compliment. Instead, he felt a wave of unwavering love wash over him.
            “You are more beautiful,” Nicolò whispered back in Arabic, and lifted his head to beg for a kiss.
            Yusuf leaned down and kissed him again, swallowed Nicolò’s moans as he continued to thrust his fingers slowly into Nicolò’s entrance.

            “Do you think you can take more?” Yusuf asked, his free hand brushing Nicolò’s hair away from his sweaty forehead.
            “Yes,” Nicolò answered, full of confidence, and his mind spinning with thoughts of what more there could possibly be.
            Yusuf rose up and knelt down between Nicolò’s legs, then pulled his fingers free and grabbed the vial of oil to drip more oil on his fingers, and then reached down to spread the oil on his cock.

            Nicolò moaned helplessly.
            Of course, that would be the more that he could take. Of course, that would be the ultimate pleasure. To have his lover within him, filling him in a way that mere fingers could never. Nicolò felt another moan escape his chest when Yusuf grabbed behind one of his knees and lifted his leg to rest on Yusuf’s shoulder, and then the head of his thick cock was pressing against Nicolò’s entrance.
            Nicolò could not find air enough to breathe as the tight circle of muscles yielded to the thick tip and he felt the head of Yusuf’s cock slide inside him. There were not enough words on Earth to describe this feeling. Nicolò was certain that there were not even enough words in Heaven or Paradise to describe this feeling.

            Yusuf moaned low in his throat as he sank into Nicolò’s body, and Nicolò’s hands trembled as he reached up to grab Yusuf’s shoulders.
            “So good…” Nicolò whispered, his voice shaking with his desire.
            “So good,” Yusuf agreed, his eyes hooded as he pressed in as deep as Nicolò could take him and ground his hips against Nicolò’s ass.
            Nicolò lifted his other leg to hook it over Yusuf’s waist, and the Arab leaned down to kiss him deeply, his fingers finding Nicolò’s rosy nipples, pinching them lightly to make them harden.
            “Tell me when you are ready for me to move, love,” Yusuf whispered into Nicolò’s lips, and Nicolò moaned deeply.
            “I might die if you move,” Nicolò admitted, a breathless laugh on his lips. “This must be Paradise.” He paused for a moment, felt the round muscle clench around the throbbing length that filled him so perfectly, and then he laughed softly again. “It does burn a little. Not too much, but I can feel it.”
            “Well, we do heal very fast now,” Yusuf said, and nibbled another kiss from Nicolò. “Perhaps that heals too.”
            “I’m sure it does, because I don’t want this to ever end,” Nicolò whispered back, his eyes fluttering as he felt Yusuf move slightly within him. “I think you can move now. If I die from the pleasure, will you die with me?”
            Yusuf gave a soft laugh, but then he leaned down and kissed Nicolò deeply and moved his hips at the same time.
            “I will always die with you,” he whispered back, and swallowed Nicolò’s deep moan as he withdrew and plunged back in.

            Nicolò wanted to cry, to scream, to howl his pleasure to the Heavens, but all he could find breath for were soft little moans, and breathless laughter as Yusuf’s cock slid from his body, then entered him again, sending sparks of ecstasy racing through every part of his body.
            His cock thickened again between them, and Nicolò knew that Yusuf would make him orgasm again before this was over.
            His body felt made of fire, of lightning, of nothing but indulgent lust. And love. That was the most overpowering feeling of all. The fathomless love that he felt for Yusuf in this very moment.

            Yusuf let Nicolò’s leg slide down from his shoulder, guided it down to wrap around his waist, and Nicolò hooked his ankles together behind Yusuf’s back to take him in deeper.

            “Is this good?” Yusuf asked, his fingers brushing the hair back from Nicolò’s sweaty forehead, his lips soft against Nicolò’s lips.
            “This must be Heaven,” Nicolò answered, and wrapped his arms around Yusuf’s shoulders. “Please, make me come again for you? I want to fall asleep in your arms tonight, utterly spent.”
            “You are right, this must be Paradise,” Yusuf agreed, and kissed Nicolò deeply as he braced himself on one elbow and reached between them with his other hand to stroke Nicolò’s cock with firm strokes, matching the pace of his thrusts.

            Nicolò was surprised when he realized that his own body seemed to know exactly what to do now, and his hips bucked to meet Yusuf’s slow thrusts. His desire, his yearning knew exactly what they both needed to do, to find fulfilment with each other. And he could feel that Yusuf was acting on mostly just instinct by now. The pleasure had addled their brains enough that all that they had left now was an animal instinct, some primal nature whose only purpose was to find gratification with each other.
            And Nicolò now knew beyond a doubt that this was the person he would spend his immortality with. Nothing could make him leave his Yusuf ever again.

            “I love you,” Yusuf whispered into his ear in Arabic, and Nicolò moaned loudly in response, every muscle in his body vibrating at the edge of release.
            “I love you, Yusuf,” Nicolò responded in his Genovese tongue, and turned his head to kiss Yusuf again. “I cannot hold on any longer,” he gasped and then let out a breathless moan, his voice going hoarse in an instant.
            Nicolò felt as if his entire body was made of light, his seed spilling between them in thick bursts, and then he felt Yusuf tremble against him.
            The warmth of Yusuf’s seed as it filled him surprised Nicolò at first, but then he felt how it only heightened his own senses, and his orgasm became even more prolonged as Yusuf ground against him, emptying himself into Nicolò’s body.

            “Nicolò,” Yusuf gasped as he sagged down on top of Nicolò, his breath rasping in his throat, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
            Nicolò could not catch his breath enough to answer, he could only moan in response, his muscles twitching as the last swell of his orgasm subsided, but he knew that Yusuf had somehow understood that the moan had been meant to be his name.
            Yusuf chuckled softly and with trembling arms he lifted himself up to look down at Nicolò.
            “Was it as good as you hoped?” he asked, and Nicolò gasped for breath enough to scold him, and slapped him on the arm.

            “It was better,” Nicolò finally found enough air to respond, and the smile on Yusuf’s face was worth it.
            “You are perfect,” Yusuf answered and lowered himself again to lay down next to Nicolò, kissing him as he pulled free of Nicolò’s body.
            Nicolò felt empty, abandoned for that one moment when Yusuf’s cock slipped free of him, but then Yusuf wrapped his arms around Nicolò and pulled him flush against his chest. The feeling of abandonment immediately disappeared, to be replaced by a feeling of such profound love and safety that Nicolò could not help but sob once.
He finally caught his breath, and he lifted his head to kiss Yusuf.
            “I am yours, Yusuf. For as long as my immortality lasts, I am yours,” he whispered, and Yusuf smiled at him, kissed him and nodded.
            “And I am yours, Nicolò. For eternity,” he responded, and held Nicolò tightly as they fell asleep.
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