Malta

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This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.

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Booker hadn't been the one to kiss him first in...well, far too many years. Nicky made a startled sound, but he was quick to hold onto Booker's shoulders, kissing him back just as hard as Booker kissed him. It was wonderful, feeling those arms around him again after all that time and his lips against his and-

-and suddenly he was underwater. The kiss broke with a flood of startled bubbles and Nicky flailed, resurfacing like a drowned cat. Including the long limbs just trying to find purchase on something solid.

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"Easy, easy, I've got you," Booker soothed as he kept his arms around Nicky. "You're alright, Nicky."

He hadn't meant to startle him that much though he had started all of this by seducing Nicky into the pool. Nothing he had done gave Nicky any warning he might also rough house with him in the water. He would tone it down a little.

Booker guided them towards the shallower water so Nicky could feel a little more steady. "You might be right about the not nice," he said, expecting some sort of revenge.

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No, there had been no warning...but he still should have expected it. Sebastien was nothing if not a teenaged boy in his playfulness. Dunking him in the water was right in his wheelhouse.

He sputtered a little, but calmed when he realized that Booker still held him. He reached up to wipe water from his face...and then shook his head to send droplets from his hair directly into the other man's face.

"You are a bad man, Sebastien le Livre..." But he was grinning as he threaded his fingers through Booker's hair and dragged him in for another kiss.

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Nicky wouldn't discourage his behavior if he followed up all of his scolding with a kiss. He pressed into the kiss with a grin of his own. What an idiot he was for pushing away this happiness and wallowing.

"You know, this is your fault," Booker said when he drew back from the kiss. "If you hadn't insisted on this vacation I don't know what state I'd be in."

Probably a mess, lost in his own sadness. Now, he got to experience joy and be loved. There was only the slightest guilt in the back of his mind over it but he was strong enough now to ignore it.

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Who said anything about trying to discourage his behavior?

Nicky pressed their foreheads together, his arms moving around Booker's shoulders instead of holding his head like that. He, of all people, knew how quickly a mood could shift for people who fought as often as they did. Even a friendly touch could set off the wrong nerves if pressed the right way.

He chased Booker's words with another kiss, then finally pulled back enough to smile.

"No 'if's, Sebastien. You are here, with me. Doing things with your lips that I may had forgotten you could do..."

Wait. Was that a challenge?

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Booker knew he was being teased but he wouldn't be surprised if there was a kernel of truth in Nicky's words. The last time they had really fooled around was almost a hundred years ago. Damn, he had wallowed for a long time.

"You forgot? I'm wounded." He began to moved them slowly towards shallower water. To make Nicky feel more comfortable and it would be easier to make out if he had mostly solid pool under his feet. "Though if you forgot it must not have been that good."

He mouthed at Nicky's neck with a gentle drag of teeth and a broad swipe of his tongue against his pulse. "Tell me if I've improved."

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He had, but Nicky was willing to forgive him if he kept doing that with his mouth.

With solid ground back under his feet and the risk of Booker yanking him under the water minimized, he relaxed enough to let his head tip back, exposing more of his throat for Booker's mouth.

"Mmm, ever the diligent student, bello." He all but purred the words against Booker's ear, following it up with a nip to his earlobe.

"I've missed you."

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Booker drew back and smiled softly at Nicky. “I had a pretty bad run there.”

One that made him draw back from the people that loved him most. One that damn near ruined him. He had only found the strength to get out of that because of the people around him, his family.

He kissed Nicky harder the next time slipping his tongue into his mouth. It had been a damn long time since his heart pounded and his blood warmed like this.

“Might not be that bad again for a long time.” Especially if he kept letting himself have this affection and passion.

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He groaned into that kiss, opening up willingly for Booker. He gave just as good as he got, but he was more than willing to let Booker have the reins. It had been a long time since he'd felt truly wanted by this man, and he could admit to himself that he was being more than a little greedy.

When their lips parted, Nicky nipped his way along Booker's jaw to work a mark up on his throat. It would only last a few seconds, but those few seconds were worth it.

"The idea is for you to not get that lost again, Sebastien. You will learn to come to us...even if I have to get creative to teach it to you."

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Those few seconds Nicky marked him felt intensely possessive. Booker felt branded by Nicky and very clearly claimed. "After a mark like that, Nicolo, I don't think there's anything else I can do."

It was already gone but the memory of it lingered. Booker knew it was in his head but he felt it ache with his pulse.

"I'm yours," he said simply as he nuzzled Nicky's cheek. "Whatever you want right now, just tell me."

He rolled his hips against Nicky's to show him just how much he meant the words. Nicky had his attention and his passion. Whatever his dear friend and occasional lover needed from Booker he would give.

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It had been his intention to make Booker feel marked and claimed. Because he was. Not just by him, of course, but by all of them. Nicky just happened to be the one with the oral fixation to make it visible.

Andy and Quynh had trained him well.

Booker rocked against him and Nicky rewarded him with another mark, this time sucked against the skin just to the side of the dip of his throat. "Not this time, Sebastien. This time, I'm yours. I want to know what you want to do."

He wanted to feel wanted.

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This was always the hard part for Booker. He rarely talked about the things he wanted or to ask for them. Booker was more one to please, to give, instead of take or ask. Might be why Nicky said it.

"For that we'd have to leave the pool," he said with a lick at his lips. "After I did all that hard work to tempt you in here..."

Booker glanced at the edge of the pool and considered for a moment. The concrete would not be comfortable after even just a few minutes of sitting on it. They really should take this back to the lounger but he liked the water.

"I want to get my hands and my mouth all over you." He hadn't touched Nicky in so long. It had been even longer since he kissed him.

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That was exactly why he'd said it. Well, that and just being a selfish bastard, but he could live with that if it got words like that as an answer. He hummed, teeth scraping just a little over the skin of Booker's collarbone.

"Mmm, well we could always just...not, then. If me staying in the pool is more important to you than getting your mouth on me. You do know that being in pool does nothing to impair your hands, right?" His smile was a little wicked and he straightened up to kiss the other man properly again.

"Your call, bello.."

CW: Sex talk. Possible sex later.

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"Bastardo," Booker said before he bit Nicky's lower lip with a little bit of force. The choice was a hard one. Nicky's skin was so smooth under his hands. Every touch seemed to glide thanks to the water.

But there'd be no getting his mouth on Nicky's cock for any real length of time. He did enjoy giving like that. If Nicky wanted to feel wanted that was Booker's favorite way to do it.

"You came out here to torture me." Booker pulled him towards the stairs in the shallow end. They could sit and make out until Booker's impatience got the best of him.

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He grinned, answering that bite to his lip with a snap of his teeth that audibly clicked in the air.

"I came out here to read. You are the one who is tempting me with his body and promises of a carnal nature." He was teasing, chuckling softly as he arranged himself out on the stairs in a way that he was fairly certain was appealing.

"Whatever would my husband say."

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"He would tell you to stop teasing me and put me out of my misery." Booker slid into Nicky's lap, calves bracketing his thighs as he made himself comfortable. "He usually takes my side when you tease me like this."

Though, maybe after so long without warming their bed the husbands would unite "against" him. Booker wasn't sure where Joe was anyway. He might join them later or he might be taking a nap.

He rubbed his hands across Nicky's shoulders and down his chest. "I don't remember you being so broad. What have you been up to, Nicky?"

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Wherever his husband was, he was missing a rather lovely pool party. There was a small spike of guilt at the idea of Joe missing this. After all, Booker had pulled away from Joe just as much as he'd pulled away from Nicky. They'd both been effected by the man's distance. But it was for that reason itself that he thought Joe wouldn't begrudge him this.

Especially if he didn't let it continue too far.

Which would be easy enough if Booker kept making comments like that. He arched a brow and reached down to cup Booker's cock in his hand, giving it just the tiniest of squeezes to get his point across.

"Are you certain you want to tease me about my size right now, bello?"

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There would be time for the three of them to get together. Joe wouldn't be left out for long.

"I'm not teasing," he said with a little gasp. "You look good Nicky."

Really, he had meant it as a flirtation. Nicky was still leaner than him but his shoulders and chest felt strong under his hands. Time and distance had probably made his memory fuzzy.

"You feel good." He rolled his hips slowly thrusting his cock into Nicky's hand. "Really good."

Booker slipped his hand under the water and closed it around Nicky's cock, stroking him slowly.

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He groaned, his hand loosening just enough around Booker's cock to allow the man to rock himself into his fist.

"You are a flatterer with a wicked tongue, le Livre." But he loved it. Leaning up, he used his other hand to pull the man down for a long, slow kiss. The kind that made his toes curl and his body thrum. When it ended, he rocked his hips up, half hard and filling further in Booker's palm.

"You feel amazing.."

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Booker used that wicked tongue to trace Nicky's lips until the other man opened his mouth so he could slip his in. He was such a good kisses. He could get lost in them if it weren't for the sensations of Nicky's hands on him.

"I was thinking the same thing." He gave Nicky's cock a light squeeze. It was very flattering to feel Nicky get hard under his attention. Further proof of just how much he was wanted. How he was still wanted after all this time.

But he kept his touch slow and a little light so he could make this last longer. As if that would make up for lost time.

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It wouldn't make up for lost time, but it would certainly put a payment towards the debt.

Nicky groaned, his eyes sliding shut as he let his head fall back to rest on the top step. The concrete was rough and hard, digging into his spine as he lounged back with Booker over him, but he didn't really care. He'd have to move eventually, but for now he was quite content to just play his fingers along Booker's cock. Not stroking, exactly, but trailing his fingertips up and down his shaft and every once in a while letting them dance over the head.

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Nicky always let him indulge. There had been times when they were frantic and rushed but Booker always preferred to go slow and savor sex. It felt good and Booker spent a lot of time not feeling good. He wanted to take pleasure and enjoyment when he could for as long as possible.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Nicky's neck. This time Booker left a mark. He bit down and sucked the spot he'd chosen until the bruise was there. It lingered for a half second before it healed away.

Then he pressed his mouth to Nicky's and kissed him slow and deep, almost lazily making out with him.

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There was a time and a place for quick, hard sex and Nicky enjoyed it, but it wasn't how he preferred it. Nine hundred years had given him an appreciation of patience and the slow burn of prolonged promise. He and Joe could make themselves last all day. Slow, lazy make outs on the couch. Little touches in the most innocent of places, packed with promise and hidden intent. A word murmured against an ear or the back of the neck, fingertips stealing a covert touch of bare skin.

If Booker wanted to make out and indulge, Nicky certainly wasn't going to stop him. In fact, he encouraged him, humming softly against the other man's lips as he threaded the fingers not on Booker's cock through his hair.

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The hot sun beating down on his shoulders, Nicky's fingers in his hair, and their mouths moving against each other put Booker in the closest he'd ever get to heaven. He felt blessed that Nicky wanted him after all this time.

He drew back a little to catch his breath, licking the taste of Nicky's mouth from his lips. "When I can bring myself to stop kissing you I'm going to suck your cock."

It was only fair to warn Nicky of his intentions. It would mean hauling him out of the water and back to the lounge chair he abandoned.

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"You are, are you?" His voice was a little lower, accent a little thicker. There was desire there, laced into each word but not dripping with it. Not yet. He smirked a little with the intentional mimicry of his own words from earlier, then leaned up to start up another slow, meandering kiss that had absolutely no hurry or urgency.

When it ended, he licked his own taste off Booker's lips and laid back against the concrete steps.

"Then I guess I'll have to be patient until you can stop kissing me, bello."