peace_inthe_violence

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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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.."

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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."

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Booker groaned into he kiss meeting it with equal lazy enjoyment. Nicky's mouth was wicked and brilliant when he took the time to really kiss. All those years of Joe who adored kissing made Nicky just unbelievably good at it. Booker was helpless.

"If you keep kissing me like that it will be a long time." Booker's mouth felt a little sore from all the kissing but the good sort of sore that only served as a reminder of the earlier kiss.

He nibbled at Nicky's jaw to his ear and nipped at his ear lobe. "But that's what you like."

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Nicky was not 'unbelievably' good at kissing. That was Joe's department. Nicky had picked up the skill in self-preservation. He just had a lot of practice.

He groaned a little as Booker nipped and nibbled his way over his skin, both hands coming up now to slide across Booker's sun warmed skin. And if the drips of water from his fingers was chilled in comparison to Booker's skin....well, he did enjoy a good reaction.

"You know what else I like, Sebastien?

You."

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"Nicky." Booker ducked his head and rubbed a hand over his mouth. He didn't know how to handle such a simple admission. He would've done much better with one of Joe's romantic speeches.

He looked at Nicky with a little smirk. "You have me." He gestured to himself in all of his naked glory. "Every inch of me is yours at the moment. Entirely at your disposal."

It was easier on his old, aching heart to be sexual than genuine at the moment. Booker could let his hard dick do the thinking for him and save the sweet, soft confessions for after. Or maybe in the night. He didn't want to tear up right now.

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He wanted to push it. Wanted to keep murmuring those quiet truths into Booker's ears in any language he could think of, just to make the man acknowledge them. Make him understand that he was loved. Was Nicky his wife? No. Of course not. He'd never try to take that title.

But that didn't mean that Booker was as alone as he'd felt he'd been for all those years.

Instead, he only leaned up to kiss him again, this time letting a little bit of that urgency into it. When he leaned back, that gentle smile was replaced with a small, wicked smirk.

"Every inch of you, hmm? So if I told you that I wanted you down my throat...?"

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The mercy was appreciated. It would ruin the moment if Booker started to sob. There would always be doubt and guilt in the back of his mind but one of these days he would let the love be more.

It would not happen on the pool stairs this afternoon.

"I would say we need to get out of this pool." He stroked his hands down Nicky's chest and stomach deliberately teasing his cock with a few light brushes. "And I would offer myself up gladly to your talents."

That very skilled mouth translated to areas outside of kissing.

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Nicky's 'very skilled mouth' was what happened when one had an oral fixation and nine hundred years to practice. He had to have something to balance out the fact that he spoke every language he knew with a thick accent. Including 'Italian'.

"Mmm..then I'd suggest we get out of the pool then, bello. After all, I do believe you promised to put your own mouth to use as well." He arched a brow, a hint of amusement in his expression. "But I can't move until you do. You seem to have me quite pinned."

No he didn't, but it was fun to plant the idea.

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"And I love having you here." Booker leaned in close to emphasizes his bulk and the width of his shoulders. Then he kissed the tip of Nicky's nose and fell back into the water.

He came up on his feet and pushed his hair back. It was getting very long and the undercut was definitely not an undercut anymore. Booker really needed to clean up his look now that he had dragged himself out of the dark pit he had wallowed in.

Standing in front of Nicky naked and shameless Booker gestured for him to head up the stairs. "After you, mon coeur."

All of them, really, had given him his heart back.

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Booker leaned in close to emphasize his bulk and size and for one particularly mean moment, Nicky considered driving his knee somewhere very unpleasant and flipping the man off of him and onto the concrete. It was a brief moment, though, the lip that was just starting to twitch upwards shocked still by the kiss to his nose.

Instead of lashing out, he chuckled and reached out to grab the handrail as he stood up. Calling Nicky by that particular nickname made any residual twinges of snippishness melt away and he reached out to cup the back of Booker's neck, pulling him in for another long, slow kiss.

As soon as it ended, he nipped at the corner of Booker's lips before turning and sauntering up the stairs and over to the lounge chair he'd left.

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Nicky sauntering was a sight to behold. He had such a lovely grace to his hips and there was no denying he had a fine ass. Booker watched him for a minute before he followed like a devoted lover.

Which, he supposed, he was.

Booker caught up and pressed himself against Nicky's back. He wrapped his arms around him as he nuzzled against his neck. "How should we do this? I can sit first this time. You on top?"

The lounge chair was just a particularly skinny bed, after all.