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There was something about the way Alcuin's sheets felt against his skin, soft and smooth like butter, expensive and rich and glorious. The lure of his sheets and company was calling to Nikola and he was too weak to resist. Really he shouldn't be calling upon Alcuin at this hour but well, he was bored and horny and he had finished his latest piece of theoretical brilliance and he wanted someone to stroke his... ego. And Alcuin was always pleased to see him, where as Helen usually was not. Especially not at this hour. Especially with his intentions.

Slipping quietly into Alcuin's room, Nikola closed the door behind him and began to remove his clothes layer by layer. He could just make out the body in bed, lying innocently asleep and waiting for him. His very own sleeping beauty to awake from slumber. Smirking, Nikola pulled back the sheets and slid into the bed sighing at the feel of those sheets against his skin.

"Alcuin," Nikola murmured as he wrapped an arm around the warm body. Hand moving against warm, delicious skin? Nikola frowned as he went to bury his nose in Alcuin's neck, his body tensing as he realised his mistake. This was most certainly not Alcuin "You're not Alcuin."

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For the sake of my temper and his, I pretended I didn't hear the words he muttered. I'd hate to think that I'd misheard him, almost as I would have hated to think I understood him completely. What was his fear? That I would take Alcuin from him? This Nikola Tesla was either the most jealous man I'd met, or the most possessive and in all honesty I didn't find either appealing in the least. But the choice of lovers was Alcuin's and I wouldn't say anything under these circumstances.

"Imriel has the other room, and there are only the two."