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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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."

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He laughed softly at that punch, not at all offended or put off. He was being a teasing jerk and he knew it. It was just far too much fun to see Booker slowly lose his ability to think coherently and the best way to do that was to keep the man talking.

"You think you'll be able to speak later?" He stretched a bit to nip at Booker's earlobe as he thrust those fingers into him, harder than before and intentionally just barely brushing his prostate. "That is adorable, bello..."

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"Shut up." Though Booker didn't really mean that. He liked the sound of Nicky's voice while his hands were on him, while his fingers were in him. "I don't need words to seduce him."

He could always just lie there in bed and look thoroughly ruined. That had done the trick in the past.

Booker turned his head and caught Nicky in a hard kiss.

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"Did you just call my husband ea-" He was cut off by that hard kiss and Nicky moaned into it, pressing into it and taking Booker's lower lip between his teeth. He twisted his fingers to press his knuckles against Booker's rim, tugging at it lightly to judge how receptive he would be to another finger.

If he tensed, he'd go back to sweet kisses and stretching. But if he didn't, then Nicky was quick to ease his fingers back and when they slid back up into the man, there was a third to further stretch him.

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Booker did tense. He couldn't help himself when it had been this long. They could spend hours kissing with Nicky's fingers in him just getting him ready if Nicky only based it on how his body reacted.

He should focus on how hard Booker was now, cock pressed against his hip. How much he pushed into the kiss and the shameless sounds he kept making.

And yes, he called Joe easy. The man was but for just the two of them.

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Calling Joe easy was like calling water wet. The man was attracted to people. All people. He could find beauty absolutely everywhere and in everything and that was one of the reasons that Nicky loved him with every fiber of his being.

He loved Booker for different reasons, but one of them...one of them was the way that he surrendered so beautifully to their love. He never hid the fact that he didn't think he deserved it, but that didn't stop him from basking in their affection like some overgrown tom cat.

Nicky smiled against the man's lips, licking his way back into his mouth for another kiss as he finally relented and sank that third finger into him. "I love that look on your face, Sebastien."

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"What look?" Booker's brain was fuzzy with pleasure. It was hard to think through the warm ache settling through his body from head to toe. Nicky really knew what he was doing with those kisses and his fingers. Booker was a mess already and they hadn't even fucked yet.

But that's always what happened. Nicky did everything in his power to drag him out of his head into the physical where everything felt good and glorious. Where he felt good instead of weighted down by guilt and grief and a brain wired wrong.

He tangled his fingers in Nicky's hair. His eyes were wild with passion when they met Nicky's. Booker was right there, close to simply giving over every inch of his body and soul to Nicky to look after.

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"The look that says you want nothing more than for me to take you apart." He kissed him, light and teasing. "That you want me to hurry up and have you." Another kiss, this time at the corner of his lips. "That if I don't hurry, you'll start to beg..."

He grinned, ghosting feather light kisses along Booker's jaw and neck, nipping his teeth against his pulse just as he twisted his fingers enough to graze his prostate for the first time with all three fingers in place.

"I love you, Sebastien."

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"You like it when I beg." Booker turned his head and nuzzled against Nicky's hair. He grabbed Nicky's shoulder seconds later when those wicked fingers finally gave him a heavy rush of pleasure.

His cock jumped where it was pinned between them. Goddamn, that was so good. Booker whined a little and ground his hips down against Nicky's fingers, seeking more. He could get so greedy.

"I love you." He really needed to say that a lot more. Until Nicky believed it and never felt like he didn't ever again.

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He could have pressed for more. Could have kept Booker suspended on his fingers, stroking him from the inside until the man feel apart and begged. Because Booker was right. He did like it when he begged.

But then Booker whined in his ear and his body was so perfectly greedy for more and..well, Nicky didn't have the heart to deny him any longer. Call him a hopeless (or incurable) romantic, but he'd missed this man. Missed him in the bedroom, yes, but he'd missed his voice in his ear, his laughter in the air. He missed the glint in Booker's eye when the man was planning something adorably stupid.

He missed those three little words murmured softly in that annoying French accent.

Sitting up, he smoothed his free hand down the man's chest, keeping him in place as he settled himself on his knees between Booker's spread legs. He gave the man two more rolling thrusts of his fingers, then eased them back and out, already reaching for the lube to coat his cock. He probably should have stretched him a bit more, but he was impatient.

He lined himself up and rocked forward, pressing until Booker's body yielded to him and he could press himself into the man's body with small, rolling motions of his hips.

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Nicky could tease him for hours another time. Patience would come with time once they were fully familiarized with each other again. Booker trusted this wouldn't be the last time they'd be in bed together. None of them would let him pull away as sharp as he did again.

Booker hoped he could keep himself from pulling away.

He grabbed Nicky's arms and squeezed his muscles to encourage him to keep going. While he appreciated the slowness and care Booker wanted to feel him. He wanted to feel like they were one.

And damn, he did. His body stretched and relaxed and tensed while Nicky moved growing more and more comfortable with being fucked. The pleasure that had dulled slightly built again.

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Booker urged him faster, but Nicky was steadfast in his care. He was a patient man, after all, and he was also well aware that his lover hadn't done this in far too many years. So while Booker was greedy to be filled as fast as possible, Nicky gripped the man's legs hard and refused to let himself be hurried.

Which did nothing to stop him from groaning when he finally bottomed out. He brought up one of Booker's knees, resting it on his shoulder so he could press his forehead against it to ground himself for a moment.

"Ti senti così bene, amore mio. Così buono per me. Cazzo..."

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The praise went straight to Booker's head. Right now, there wasn't that skeptical worry that someone was lying or that he had tricked them into thinking he was great when he wasn't. Right now, he believed Nicky and he loved it.

Being told he was good. Being told he made Nicky feel good made him feel high and intensely good, good down to his soul.

He grabbed the blankets above his head clutching them tightly for some sort of anchor has Nicky started to take him apart. Yes, yes, yes. Booker moaned loudly enough that he was probably heard downstairs.

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He loved watching Booker like this. Loved the open, honest expression on his face. Loved the sound of his voice when he moaned. Or when he begged. Or pleaded. The man was beautiful in a raw, haggard way.

He waited until Booker was breathing again before he started rocking his hips, keeping that delicious pull and slide of their bodies slow and deep. A pace designed to make them both last as long as they wanted, but still enough to curl his toes as he pulled up mark after mark on Booker's leg.

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Longer was better in Booker's opinion. Nothing drove him out of his head like long, drawn out sex. By the end of it he would definitely be begging Nicky for mercy in probably four or five languages.

Right now he let the steady motion wipe away his thoughts and leave him floating on a hot, sweet flood of physical pleasure. His love for Nicky fogged his thoughts. Without a doubt he was the most beautiful man Booker had ever been with.

Of course, he'd think the same when Joe fucked him. Booker got very sappy when he bottomed.

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Booker got adorably sappy when he bottomed. It was one of the reasons that Nicky loved topping him so much. Another reason was that fact that he could take his time and make it last as long as he wanted.

Today, he had every intention of Booker eating dinner from his fingertips.

Easing Booker's leg back down, he urged the man to wrap them around his waist as he leaned forward to steal a few of those wonderful sounds in a hard kiss. And while he did so, he oh so casually reached up with one hand to catch Booker's wrists in one hand to pin them up over his head.

Could the man pull away if he wanted to? Yes. Of course.

"Look at you. You're beautiful like this, do you know that?" He punctuated his words with a hard thrust of his hips before going back to that easy rocking pace.

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The thing was Booker didn't want to pull away. He didn't feel trapped when Nicky held him down. He felt safe and secure with Nicky's hands tight around his wrist. With his legs wrapped around Nicky's waist they were securely tangled around each other and he loved it.

"Never seen myself," he panted, blinking at Nicky. Well, he had seen himself in a few sketches Joe had done but nothing really detailed.

Nothing he really looked at long because he got flustered seeing himself like that each time. Booker could be a blushing virgin about certain things.

"I see you." And only Nicky right now. That's his whole world at the moment with no Joe or Andy to draw his attention elsewhere.

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He groaned, dipping his head down to take Booker's lower lip between his teeth. He soothed the hurt with a kiss, long and lazy and deep, much like the pace he was setting. Sweet and slow, savoring every sound that he managed to coax out of the larger man under him.

Eventually, his shoulder started to twinge at the angle of holding Booker's wrists, so he let Booker go and sat back up onto his heels, his hands going to his hips and holding him tightly in place as he gave him a few hard, fast thrusts.

Just to make sure he was still paying attention.

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Oh, he had started to drift getting lost in the hazy cloud of pleasure. The sharp thrust snapped him out of it almost immediately. Booker bucked up against Nicky then blinked and refocused on him.

"Bastard." Booker rubbed his hands up Nicky's arms and squeezed. "I'm with you. I'm here."

He actually sort of liked the drifting, that place where he was suspended in pleasure. But it didn't really give his partner much, he imagined and Booker did so like to please.

Back in the moment he tried to move with Nicky but he fairly well pinned. Nicky had a lot of strength for being such a slim man.

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The change that came over Booker's face was beautiful and Nicky smiled down at him, stilling his movements so that he could reach up to gently stroke his lover's beard.

Joe was the poet. Nicky showed his love with his eyes and his touches and his deeds. He certainly hoped that the message was coming through loud and clear now, but just in case he bent to press a kiss against the other man's sternum.

"I love you. You are beautiful." His voice was a little shaky and his eyes were pleasure blown, but he hoped that Booker could still hear and see the truth in them. "You feel so good, Sebastien. Your body is mine and it is perfect." He rolled his hips back, pulling out until just the head of his cock was tugging at Booker's rim, then he snapped back forward, driving himself in hard and deep all at once. "Do you feel that? Feel how you were made to take me like this?"

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When his thoughts were clear and his mind wasn't turned against him Booker could easily see just how much Nicky loved him. More importantly he believed it. There was no insidious voice whispering doubts. There was just Nicky's loving smile and heavenly voice.

Booker would never say it out loud but he really liked Nicky's accent and the way it sounded in the height of passion.

"I feel you," he moaned as he clutched tighter at Nicky's arms. "Definitely made for you."

His English was starting to slip now. He would fall back into his native tongue soon. Especially if Nicky kept up those hard thrusts.

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He could hear Booker's accent getting heavy on his tongue and as much as he liked to pretend that he hated all things French...he actually really enjoyed it. He loved listening to his lover's vowels stretch and twist, hear the strain in his voice when something in English was just a little too much for his sex fuddled brain.

He'd never tell a soul, but he couldn't exactly hide the emotion in his eyes. Not when all his focus was on bringing Booker the most pleasure he possibly could.

He worked him slowly and methodically, leaning hard on his sniper's patience, waiting for that first broken word and the surrender into French....and then he was up on his knees, holding Booker's hips hard in his hands as he went from slow and methodical to hard and fast.

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There were very few people in the world that could bring Booker to this state. And they all happened to be in this house. Booker only felt safe enough to surrender like this with the others. No one else.

Booker begged for release in French and then as Nicky kept pounding at him into Occitan. It flowed so easily when he was lost in pleasure.

And when he did break and come all over himself Booker didn't even need Nicky's hand that he had spent the last five minutes begging for. Which Nicky probably knew which was why he didn't give Booker what he begged for.

Nicky was just the best lover.

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Nicky was not the best lover. He was simply an observant one. He was just as focused and sharp in bed as he was on a job, and the result was that he could dial in on each change in Booker's tone and pleas and be able to respond to them accordingly.

Watching Booker lose himself under him was a beautiful sight and Nicky drank in the sight of him, burning it into his memory so that he'd be able to describe it to Joe later.

His goal accomplished and his control no longer needed, he managed all of three more sharp thrusts before he was bowing to press his forehead against Booker's sternum, his grip on the man's hips hard enough to bruise as he came, Booker's name a haggard cry on his lips.