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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"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.

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He could feel Booker's eyes on his ass. He smirked, because that had been the point, after all. He didn't have a lot going for him in the physical department, his nose much too large and his eyes much too bruised looking, but he knew how to use what he did have. His smirk grew into a full on smile when Booker was suddenly pressed against his back, nuzzling and eager.

He turned in the man's arms, and kissed him again.

"I think there is nothing to stop us from indulging together, bello. Lay down on your back and scoot down so that your knees can bend and your feet can touch the ground."

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Nicky was beautiful. If Booker had any idea he doubt it he would've grabbed Joe and together they would've kept going until Nicky believed them. He was incredible.

Booker cupped his face in his hands when Nicky turned around and held him into the kiss, slow and steady. Loved kissing, really he did.

"Don't say that." He nipped at Nicky's lip. "You say that and we'll definitely be cursed something will interrupt us."

Experience said he was right. But Booker took the risk and straddled the lounge chair then sat down. He held out a hand for Nicky to join him.

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"Let them try, bello. Let them try." His grin showed just a hint of teeth as he reached back to lower the head of the lounge so that it laid back instead of propping them up. They needed to be flat for what Nicky had in mind.

"All the way..." He pressed a palm against Booker's chest, flicking his fingers over his nipple before gently pushing him back to lay flat. "Don't move. I don't want to knee you anywhere unpleasant." Which...probably didn't make a whole lot of sense.

Until Nicky swung a leg over Booker's chest, facing away from his head so that he could lean down and be up close and personal with Booker's cock. Which had the rather nice side effect of putting Booker up close and personal with Nicky's, once he shifted back and propped his knees against the frame of the lounge on either side of Booker's shoulders.

He glanced back to make sure that Booker was interested in the idea before he turned to flick his tongue over the head of Booker's cock.

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"Please don't," he said as he stretched out. Booker couldn't help but stretch his arms over his head for the pleasant ache it brought his muscles then he settled his hands on Nicky's hips to help him stay steady.

He helped guide Nicky down until he could easily mouth at the head of his cock. Did Nicky really think he wouldn't be interested? His mouth was watering just at the sight of it so close. He flicked his tongue against the crown before carefully drawing it into his mouth.

Booker might need a minute to warm up because he was out of practice but he would make up for it in enthusiasm.

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Booker needed a few minutes to reacquaint himself with the feeling of a cock his mouth, but Nicky had no such problem. His only issue, and it was a very small issue for him, was the fact that he had to hold himself up with his elbows so he couldn't actually use his hands at all.

It didn't really stop him from licking a wide stripe from root to tip, then groaning as little as he closed his mouth around Booker. He wasn't usually one for sloppy, but without the use of his hands he had to be inventive with his tongue to make sure the other man's cock was wet enough for him to slide easily over his skin.

That just so happened to mean that He bobbed his head only once before he was swallowing Booker down until his nose was buried in course hair.

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Booker gripped Nicky's hips tightly as the other man swallowed his cock in one smooth go. He had to stop before he accidentally choked himself on Nicky's cock. Nicky didn't need his hands. The combination might actually kill him.

After a minute to get his head on straight and collect all the brain power that just went south to his dick Booker got back to bobbing on Nicky's cock, careful not to let it get too deep.

His hands kneading Nicky's ass. It's been too long since he touched him. The body under his hand was lean and strong and so fucking beautiful. Booker had his eyes closed but he could picture Nicky in his mind, the same vision he was the last time he was in bed with him.

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He tried to keep Booker as deep as he could, but the combination of the angle and Booker's mouth on his own body proved to be a little too much. He pulled back and off, resting his forehead against Booker's hip for a moment as he groaned.

"Sebastien...." It was a reverent whisper against soft skin and Nicky could feel himself wanting to roll his hips down. He didn't...but they may have twitched a little under Booker's hands.

Once he felt like he had a little better control of himself, he nipped lightly at Booker's hip before he pushed himself back up and ran his tongue around the head of his cock before pulling him back into his mouth with tight, steady pressure.

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Booker appreciated the pause while Nicky caught his breath. He didn't want this to end too quickly. It had been years, almost a century since he was last with Nicky. This should last. It should be thorough. He wanted that for himself and he wanted that for Nicky.

But that steady pressure and tight seal really was the best sort of torture. He braced against the ground and gently tested the water by rolling his hips up. After all this time he wasn't sure what Nicky could take. Probably more than this but Booker was gaining his own confidence back.

He gently took him deeper each time, settling into the rhythm and gaining confidence. The strain of his jaw and the occasional nudge against the back of his throat couldn't distract him. They might unmake each other.

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This probably wasn't going to last nearly as long as either of them wanted it to last, but they were both going to try. It would have been adorable if Nicky had been in the right frame of mind to appreciate it.

As it was, Booker was rocking up into his mouth and he moaned around his cock, his own hips dipping a little. He loved it when his lovers made use of his mouth. It satisfied something deep in him that he couldn't name and didn't really care to try. He didn't need to know why he liked it so much, he just needed to know and let himself indulge.

Booker rolled his hips upwards and Nicky bobbed down to meet him, his eyes sliding shut and his hands sliding into the gap between the man's ass and the lounge chair so that he could encourage those rocks.

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A few things had started to come back to Booker now. He remembered certain things Nicky liked and some of the sensitive places on his body. He rolled his hips with more force now trusting that if he did something Nicky didn't like the man would simply pinch his ass to make him stop.

He did get a little too eager himself and took Nicky a little too deep choking as the head of his cock nudged hard against the back of his throat. Booker pulled back and coughed, then laid back to catch his breath.

"Fuck me, I am sloppy at this." He rubbed his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. Then he turned his head and nuzzled against the sensitive skin along the inside of Nicky's thigh. "Sorry, love."

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He pulled back when Booker choked on him, looking back over his shoulder to make sure that his lover was alright and didn't need him to move. The last thing he wanted to do was make Booker feel trapped under him. The fact that they could throw each other around if they needed to helped with that concern, however. If Booker really needed him to move, he would just move him.

"Delightfully sloppy, bello. Your mouth is out of practice and yet you still feel amazing. Would it be easier on you if we did this one at a time? I'd hate to overwhelm you." The little smirk on his lips said the opposite.

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Booker chuckled. "It's been awhile but I know that look. You'd love a chance to ruin me."

He let it happen every now and then. Booker was so much better at giving pleasure than accepting it for himself. Some voice in the back of his mind told him he was being selfish letting his partner give him all the attention.

But Nicky, oh, he was so good at it. "You tempt me, you bastard. Just to let you have me but this was your idea in the first place."

Booker pressed another kiss to the idea of high thigh and then got back to the very wonderful business of blowing Nicky.

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"It was my idea because I didn't think you'd let me, otherwise." His laugh was cut short a little when Booker's mouth once more closed around him, his grip on the man's ass tightening. He took a moment, letting his head bow to rest his forehead against Booker's hip, closing his eyes as he just enjoyed the feeling of Booker relearning him.

He moaned, sucking a dark mark against the bone of Booker's hip, immediately pulling his hand free so that he could press his thumb over it, keeping it from healing as he took Booker back into his mouth. It left all his balance on one elbow and he was just starting to feel the strain on the position in his muscles and he hummed a little around Booker in appreciation.

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He supposed he deserved that. The rift he put between himself and the rest of them was quite large. Without this break in Malta who knew if he would ever close it? Who knew how deep he would've sunk into his own pain?

Now wasn't the time to think about such things but Booker was more determined than ever to make it up to Nicky and the rest of them. There was a lot of work to do.

That little hum made his toes curl against the concrete and his hips bucked up hard. Nicky had to be careful with him. He was wildly sensitive. More of that and Booker would come in seconds.

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Wildly sensitive, indeed. And maybe a little touch starved? Nicky didn't know that last part for sure, but he did know that if he'd spent that long actively avoiding human contact, he'd be a mess. He wasn't even an overly touchy man, either. But little everyday touches? All the time.

And he was rather fond of wrecking the man under him.

He eased back and pulled off, letting the suction break at the top with a rather lewd 'pop'. He rolled his hips down, just a little bit, moaning softly at the feel of Booker's mouth over him...then he sank back down over Booker's cock without warning, swallowing hard when he felt the man at the back of his throat.

The hand keeping that mark from healing gave up on the task in favor of lightly stroking his thigh. Like one would calm a frightened horse.

And then he hummed.

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Booker moaned around the cock in his mouth as once again Nicky set about utterly ruining him. How was he supposed to concentrate when Nicky hummed like that? It sent sparks of pleasure racing through his whole body, heavy and impossible to resist.

He pulled back from his cock to catch his breath and ride out the storm of pleasure going through him. "Nicolo, you're going to make me come," he warned though he thought the warning would be ignored.

"I can't focus when you do that." The best he could do was stroke Nicky's cock and mouth at the head, only occasionally sucking. He could sense Nicky's smugness like he was looking at his smile.

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He sensed correctly.

Nicky didn't let up, but he did stop his continuous humming. Instead, he hollowed his cheeks and drew back enough to sneak a few careful breaths through his nose before bobbing back down. And once Booker was snug in the back of his throat, that was when he hummed again. Only a few seconds, then the whole process started all over again.

He was merciless when he had a goal in mind.

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There was no defense against Nicky's skill. Booker could only ride it out while he fell apart. Goddamn, it was like they'd never stopped sleeping together. It was wildly unfair but Booker really couldn't complain. Not with any real heat at least.

He grabbed Nicky's thigh with his free hand and just... gave up. He gave up. He let Nicky have him and stopped fighting against the pleasure surging through him. His eyes closed as he turned his head panting against Nicky's thigh.

"Ah fuck," he cursed and then buried his face against his skin. His body trembled and twisted slightly then his hips bucked up and he came.

The world was a sort of white fuzz and chaotic pleasure for two minutes. He was glad for Nicky's body against his for an anchor. Yeah, there was no possible way he could return the action at the moment. Nicky would need to give him a minute.

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If it helped at all, unconditional surrender had been what Nicky had been aiming for. He knew that no matter how much he wanted to make Booker fall apart under him, the man wouldn't let himself do it. He'd never been particularly good at just accepting pleasure without doing something for his partner.

This...might not have been the first time that Nicky had lured him into bed under the pretense of mutual satisfaction only to completely ambush him. Was it a dirty tactic? Probably. Did Nicky feel bad about using it? Not in the slightest.

He groaned when Booker came, swallowing him down without any hesitation. He worked him still, gentle now since he knew how over sensitive it could be, but he made sure to get every drop Booker had to offer him. And when he finally did ease back to let the softening cock slip from his lips, he kissed his way over to the jut of Booker's hip bone, nibbling and drawing up another dark mark until his lover was recovered enough to push him away.

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"You bastard."

Booker knew what Nicky had done. It was an old familiar routine between them. Booker tried his best to hold out and Nicky ruined him any way. The insult was said with affection. How could he not feel love and affection for him?

"Turn around so I can kiss you." He would give Nicky plenty of attention in a minute. First, he wanted kisses and running his hands all over Nicky's body while he did it.

And he wanted to tell him he loved him. Booker hadn't said it enough over the years while he pulled himself farther and farther away. Booker needed to say it. He needed Nicky to see the sincerity in it.

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Nicky laughed, answering that order with a sharp nip to Booker's hip bone before he moved to do as he'd been asked. It took a moment to get feeling back into his lower arms, but by the time that he was nudging Booker's legs apart so that he could lay between them, he had no problems lacing his fingers together over Booker's chest and pillowing his head on them.

"Mmm, you are a comfortable bed, bello. Not quite as comfortable as the bed upstairs with pillows and easy access to oil, but comfortable enough to kiss you."

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"If you wanted my to walk upstairs you should have said something before you sucked my dick. I'll need a few minutes." Booker slid a hand into Nicky's hair and then pulled him forward into a kiss, long and slow and heavy.

He nuzzled against his cheek when he drew back. "I love you, Nicolo," he said softly, the words full of a heavier, deeper meaning. There was some apology in there because Nicky must have doubted it after all this time. But there was so much genuine truth in the words too.

He could give a big speech about it but this felt more real for them.