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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"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.

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Booker felt his heart crack open and it hurt a little to hear such tender things. He knew that Nicky meant every single word with absolute sincerity. How many times could he apologize for his own broken heart and soul?

"I should thank you for not giving up on me," he said, his voice a little heavier with emotion, accent a little thicker. "And for welcoming me back... for wanting me back after all this time and all the pain I caused you."

He hadn't been unaware of what his pulling away did to the rest of them but... he had thought it was better for them all. Booker could be very stupid. He kissed him tenderly, slowly, just... kissing him like that could communicate how much Nicky meant to him.

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"I will always welcome you back. I will always want you. I will always love you, even when your mind tells you that it would be better if I didn't." Each sentence was punctuated with a kiss and the last with a small nip of Nicky's teeth against Booker's full lower lip. As if he could drive the message home a little more if he tried hard enough.

He hoped that he could.

He kissed his way along the corner of Booker's lips, then softly up over his cheekbones and back around to lightly trace the shell of the man's ear with his nose. Down to his jawline, and finally along his neck until he could gently press his teeth against Booker's pulse point. Normally, he would work a mark up over fair skin, but this time he only kissed the spot.

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Booker bit his lower lip to keep himself from saying something stupid about not deserve such things. He knew that would just make Nicky more persistent in proving the words true. They would be here all afternoon like that.

He shivered softly as Nicky trailed kisses over his skin. Booker felt each one like a little bit of electricity sparked somewhere else in his body. His hands wandered slowly over Nicky's skin, caressing.

He was still sun warmed and soft. Booker could feel the warmth between them slowly building into a heat, something that might burn them when it got too intense. That was the whole point though.

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They were going to be there all afternoon anyway. Especially considering how much they had slowed things down from their rather inspired start in the pool.

Of course, Nicky was used to long marathons of being hard enough to pound nails but still only making out. Sebastien, probably a little less so. Or rather, he'd probably lost some practice at it. Nicky had absolutely no problems with helping him remember the skill. He had every intention of making love to this man in his bed, not just fucking him.

Using his hands on Booker's chest, he pushed the man over onto his back, nudging his legs apart with his knees until he could lay himself between them, fitting their bodies together as he kissed his way down Booker's chest.

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At the pool Booker had used his raw good looks to draw Nicky in, a little uncertain that something softer would get him anywhere. Now... he was a little more open to something gentle and slow.

Booker rubbed his calf against Nicky as he settled there. The slow, careful attention was already getting to him. Booker's cock stirred and started to flush getting ready for this second round.

This was his favorite sort of sex, after all. Slow and careful and meaningful. Booker really loved the meaningful. He petted his fingers through Nicky's hair and really settled back, eyes closed. He'd get no fight out of Booker right now.

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This was entirely about feeling. The bright, fast passion from the pool had cooled with Booker's orgasm, leaving them aching for each other but no longer rushed. That combined with their immortality assisted refractory periods and they could do this all day.

Nicky had every intention of keeping Booker his hostage for as long as he could get away with it.

Sealing his lips around one of Booker's nipples, he grazed his teeth over it, hopefully distracting the other man from how he reached for the bottle of lube at their side. He wanted it to be a surprise when he sat up and reached between them to trace Booker's rim with slick fingers.

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There really wasn't anything more pressing Booker needed to do today. If Nicky wanted to keep him in bed it wouldn't that hard to convince him. It would be a long, fun, exhausting day.

"Fuck," he groaned, a jolt of pleasure going through him. His nipples weren't extremely sensitive but it always felt like something better when someone else did it. And Nicky with his very talented mouth definitely distracted him like that.

He tensed a little when he felt Nicky's slick fingers but only because he was surprised. Booker chuckled at himself and then relaxed. "Mm, sneaky you clever bastard."

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Booker cursed at him and he chuckled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against whatever bit of skin he could comfortably reach. His flicked his tongue over the patch of skin, then shifted his knees and stretched himself out so that he could kiss Booker properly.

While he did do, and Booker was pleasantly engaged in said kiss, he slid a finger into him. Just up to the first knuckle. Just enough to tease his rim and test to see if Booker was going to be too tense for anything more.

"Still with me, bello?"

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Every little kiss and touch was welcome. Booker could focus on that more than the now unfamiliar feeling of Nicky's finger easing into him. It was not uncomfortable but different and gave him a weird sense of deja vu.

God, he hoped he didn't turn into a blushing virgin like he had the first time he was alone in bed with Nicky.

"Si. Still with you." He rubbed his cheek against Nicky's. "No where else I'd rather be."

No one else he'd rather rediscover this with. Nicky would treat him right even if he did suddenly get nervous or stupid. He really didn't deserve Nicky's love but Booker was greedy and would take it anyway.

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"Good. Tell me if it becomes to much?" It was both a statement and a request, and Nicky followed it up with a soft kiss. "We have all the time in the world, bello. Just you and I. There is no need to rush this."

Booker might not think he deserved Nicky's love, but he had it anyway. Even if he did get adorably flustered like he had all those years ago the first time they'd found themselves alone in a bed. The memory brought a smile to his lips and he leaned down to murmur softly into Booker's ear at the same time as he pushed that finger all the way inside of him.

"Stay with me, Sebastien. Stay right here with me."

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"I will."

If he was ever uncomfortable or it hurt, he would let Nicky know right away. Booker wanted to enjoy this as well and that wouldn't happen if he was an idiot. His desire to please could go bad sometimes.

He gasped softly as he was stretched. It wasn't painful just different. New, almost, because it had been so long.

"God, Nicolo, stop thinking I'm going anywhere," he said with a rough laugh. "Mmm, staying right here."

Booker kissed him deeply. Nicky needed to stop worrying. Booker was going to lay back and enjoy this.

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He moved his finger the entire time they were kissing, gently thrusting up into him with small, shallow motions. Just getting him used to the sensation again, to the idea of being touched there. One finger wasn't all that much of a stretch, but Nicky didn't want to startle Booker into tensing.

"Just making sure, bello. I remember you being very adorably shy when you get lost in your own thoughts." He smirked, leaning down to scrape his teeth lightly over Booker's collarbone as he eased a second finger inside. "But you take my breath away when you let me take you apart like this."

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"Shut up." Booker nipped at Nicky's lower lip. "You're a married man and I'm an idiot."

He had definitely overthought it their first time together without Joe. Booker didn't know why it had mattered at the time when Joe and Nicky had both reassured him it was okay. That they both loved him and wanted him.

He gripped Nicky's hair tightly at the stretch of two fingers. Now he was really aware of what was happening. Damn, that little strain was good. Still different but good. "You always ruin me."

In the best way. Nicky would leave him unable to speak even his first language. Booker loved it. It took him out of his head like few things did.

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He chuckled, giving Booker a fond look as he slowly started to work his fingers inside of him. He was patient enough to make sure that this would be good for the other man, even if Booker himself wasn't patient enough to let him. For now, however, he seemed perfectly content to be still under his attentions and Nicky pressed his advantage with a gentle scissoring of his fingers.

"Mmm-hmm. You do realize that I'm still a married man, right?" Of course he had to tease while he grazed his fingertips against his prostate for the first time.

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"Ah!" Booker gasped and clutched at Nicky's shoulders. Oh, he had forgotten that pleasure. Fuck, it was so good. Intense. Burning. He relaxed against the bed, chewing his lower lip for a moment.

Then he punched Nicky's shoulder lightly. "Yes, I know you're married. Don't be an ass."

He met Nicky's eyes his own glowing with passion and amusement. "We should seduce your husband together later."