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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"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.

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He wanted to make a smart come back. Something about the length of time between Booker recovering and Nicky ruining him again. Maybe add something in there about possibly giving up on the idea of Booker sucking him off in favor of going upstairs to collect that oil so that Nicky could be inside of him.

Instead, he moaned softly into that kiss, shifting up to thread his own fingers through Booker's hair. His eyes were a little less than focused when the kiss broke and the confession that came after? He swallowed hard around the sudden lump in his throat, leaning down to rest their forehead's together.

"I love you too, Sebastien."

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Wisely Booker held off on another apology. He wanted to. He wanted to apologize for all the hurt and worry he put Nicky through but it was such a warm, tender moment he didn't want to bring up the old hurt.

He let the moment stretch on occasionally kissing as his hands ran along Nicky's sides and back.

"Hmm, now, should I finish you off here," Booker mused as he rolled his hips against Nicky's. "Or do we go upstairs and see what fun we can have there..."

He'd give Nicky the choice. The man could always straddle his shoulders and fuck his mouth if he really needed to get off. Or they could madly dash through the house naked, attracting all sorts of attention.

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The quiet declarations of love followed by slow, lazy kisses and petting was almost the perfect way to make Nicky melt against him, boneless and compliant and perfectly happy. Then Booker rolled his hips and Nicky's cock slipped neatly into the groove of his ass and Nicky shivered at the sudden onslaught of sensations.

"Fuck... That is up to you, Sebastien." He kissed him, a little harder than they had been kissing, his fingers splaying out so that he could flick a short nail over Booker's nipple. "Depends on if you want to suck me....or let me have you."

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He remembered a trick or two in making Nicky melt. It was nice to have a Nicky shaped blanket draped over him for lazy making out. Until they were both reminded of just what had started all of this.

"Hm," Booker mused as he mouthed along the line of Nicky's jaw. "I'd like both but one necessitates us going inside."

He squeezed Nicky's ass with both hands. "And a chance to take you so let's head inside. Next time I'll try to be more prepared when I seduce you by the pool."

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He groaned a little when Booker's hands kneaded at his ass, his hips jerking forwards a little at the implications. Trust Booker to try and turn Nicky fucking him into Booker being the one to do all the work. He smirked, stealing one more kiss before he pulled away from those wandering hands.

"Are you promising me an afternoon of lazy sex, Sebastien? Because I would not say 'no' to such a promise."

He should feel absolutely ridiculous, standing naked and hard, puffy lips and mussed hair. He was sure he looked ridiculous. But that didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was reaching down to offer Booker a hand up, the muscles in his arm and shoulder flexing as he hauled the other man upright.

"We really should stash something out here for cases like this. Especially if you're going to be making a habit of swimming naked, bello."

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"I have no other plans," Booker said with a laugh. "We can spend the whole afternoon in bed if we want."

He got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, feeling the pleasant ache throughout his body. Sex felt really good. He should've never stopped having it with this man and the others.

Booker put his arm around Nicky's shoulders for the walk back to the house. "I might. It's very refreshing on hot afternoon. And it brings me good company."

Leaning over he nuzzled Nicky's hair.

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He had the presence of mind to at least grab his book off the table, though only because he really did like the series and he'd hate to lose it if it rained. And because he grabbed his book, his shirt came with it and he'd feel like a dumbass if his grabbed his book and his shirt but left his pants. So, he ended up with an armful of stuff as they headed towards the house.

Which actually came in a little handy cause he could at least hold it lower down to at least attempt to preserve some of his dignity. Not that Andy hadn't seen him naked and hard before. And Joe certainly had. But still...there was some part of him that still made him blush despite the sudden change in temperature once inside the house.

He didn't look around to see if Joe and Andy had made it home yet. He just headed for the stairs and took them two at a time to get himself upstairs as quickly as possible.

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Booker had to chuckle just a little. Nicky discovering his modesty after essentially taking him to pieces was adorable and endearing. He was such a contradiction at times.

Of course, being a troublemaker Booker made sure to grope his ass as they walked and tease the sensitive places he could reach until Nicky took off up the stairs.

He also waved to Joe and Andy who were in the middle of putting away groceries. Nothing unusual to see here, just two grown men walking around the house naked.

Then he followed him up the stairs at the same bounding speed, laughing the whole way up. "Where are you going?!" he called after him. "I'm not done with you yet!"

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Call it latent Catholicisms. They popped up at the most random of times. Usually with hilarious or devastating results. There was very little middle ground when it came to those thousand year old rituals that had been drilled into his head from so early an age.

But hearing Sebastien laughing behind him turned that bit of embarrassment fueled energy into something a bit less chaotic and when he ducked into the bedroom that they'd all be sharing, it was with a grin.

"I thought I was the one who wasn't done with you, bello."

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"We aren't done with each other. Does that suit you better, charmeur." Booker caught up to Nicky and immediately kissed him. "Andy and Joe saw us. In case you didn't notice them in your mad scramble."

Booker really didn't think he had. Nicky would have paused to say something or fled faster depending on his mood. He was rather adorable that way.

He dropped onto the bed and stretched out on his side, one leg propped up. The pose was more about comfort than seducing Nicky into bed with him. He figured the man would join him anyway without extra motivation.

"I didn't pay close attention to what they were up to since you were right in front of me." Naked and beautiful which was very distracting to Booker.

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His blush wasn't quite done with him, it would seem. He could still feel his ears burning as he tossed his clothes into the hamper and his book onto his desk.

The kiss was a wonderful distraction, though. As was Booker sprawled out on the bed. That particular pose did wonders for recovering the little bit of erection that he'd lost in his mad dash upstairs. He licked his lips, still tasting Booker in his mouth, and joined him on the bed for another, deeper kiss.

"Shut up and kiss me, Sebastien. Or let me finger you open. One of those two, you decide."

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"You can't do both?" Booker leaned forward and slid his hand into Nicky's hair for more kisses. Those would never get old. When he drew back he rested his forehead against his. "Get me ready for you. It's been a very long time since we've been together."

And it would take awhile to get him ready since it had been that long. Booker only occasionally sought out lovers outside them since he stopped sleeping with them and men were even rarer than woman.

He let go of Nicky so he could get the supplies he needed and Booker could stop feeling slightly nervous.

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"I can do both."

He didn't have to go far to reach the nightstand, his fingers searching the drawer by feel and memory. The little plastic bottle was just where it had been left and he palmed it quickly before rolling back to his lover's space. He kissed him again, leaving the bottle to warm between their bodies as he threaded his fingers into shaggy hair.

"Are you sure? I don't want to push you into this. I can just get myself off and we can wait until you can have me, if you'd like.."

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He chuckled softly and nuzzled his nose against Nicky's. "I do want you," he said with a gentle smile. "I want you to have me. I want to catch up on all the time we've lost. All of us."

Oh, they could put it off. Booker could go the easier route but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be taken. He wanted to give himself to Nicky again. Like before.

"I know you'll go slow. I trust you, Nicky." Booker ran his hand down Nicky's back to soothe his worried lover.

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He could feel his chest tightening as Booker spoke, resting their foreheads together and settling their bodies in next to each other. He loved this man, that much he'd always known. Differently than he loved Joe, but no less. It had hurt him when Booker had pulled away from them after they'd spent so long earning the man's trust.

He hadn't expected it to hurt to get him back, too.

Leaving the bottle to warm, he smoothed his hands along the Frenchman's sides and chest, letting his fingers relearn the shape of him. "I've missed you, Sebastien. I had begun to lose hope that this day would come. Thank you. Thank you for coming back to us, bello." And for all their hard, lust filled kisses that had started down by the pool, this one was soft and sweet and nothing but love.