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Nikola was not the sentimental sort. He entirely blamed Helen and her merry band of idiots for distracting him with apprenticeships and classes and being nice. If Nikola hadn't offered to help perhaps he wouldn't be in this state. Anxious. Him! Nikola Tesla, the greatest mind of the past three centuries and he was anxious over a man. A brilliant man, of course but still he was anxious over another human being.

Alcuin. He shouldn't have let it get this far the relationship. A distraction, a pleasant one that had turned into something more. Dear God he was getting as sentimental as Helen or worse the concubine. He was in love, no matter what he said to John he was in love with Alcuin. And it was irritating him no end that he had succombed to his own human frailty. Love, he loved him. Where was he? Alcuin was keeping him waiting. Again.

It was perhaps his own fault. Nikola had left him a series of complex puzzles to solve and was waiting at the end, it was enough to keep Alcuin tied up for the afternoon (although not literally which was a rather shame, Nikola did so enjoy Alcuin tied up.) And yet Alcuin was still keeping him waiting like a lovesick fool. He should leave, he was Nikola Tesla and yet he stayed with a present, waiting for Alcuin. His... paramour, boyfriend, lover.

Ugh, he needed a drink. Sentimental idiot.

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"I adore being spoiled," Alcuin said with a laugh. "I think I read somewhere that oysters are thought to be an aphrodisiac. Though surely we don't need such devices, hmm?"

He stepped back as well so that he could take off his coat, hanging it neatly over the back of a chair. "Is there wine? I can think of worse things than a pleasant buzz on my birthday."

Of course he did. Nikola had a motive, a reasoning for every action and inaction he made and spoiling Alcuin was all part of his plans.

"But they were one of the few Victorian foods you can take immense pleasure in," Nikola said taking a bottle from where he was keeping it chillled. Nikola poured them both a glass before taking a seat. "Of course, I'd prefer champagne but we can't have everything."

"Oh yes, I suppose that would have been lovely," Alcuin said, "though I certainly won't complain either. How is champagne made? I admit I've never given it thought. Is it something you could replicate here on the island?"

"A very long and tedious process, I prefer to drink it rather than make it. But I suppose with the right equipment it is something that could be achievable." Nikola said thoughtfully. He had other more pressing concerns, his work in the medical field and when the island changed back building his own secret lab but it was an idea. Plus champagne was something he could use to trade for something more valuable. "Or with the right person in charge. Like me."

"Quite so," Alcuin said with a little smile as he settled into a seat at the table. "You know, I've been thinking... perhaps I should have some sort of concrete project to work on. As opposed to simply learning theory. Is there something I could assist you with? Assuming you think I'm ready, that is."

"Hmm, a small project wouldn't be a waste of resources and you are proving yourself quite... flexible in your studies of course." Nikola said with a rather non too subtle smirk. "There may be one project you can help me with in time but for now I suppose you could help me with a pain management design. Unless you had your own ideas about what you would like to do."

"No, I'd be willing to assist you with whatever you think I am ready to take on," Alcuin said, looking pleased.

He took a sip of his wine, and underneath the table, slipped off one shoe and slid his foot just up Nikola's pants leg.

"I think you are more than able to take on the ah- project I have in mind." Nikola paused, tilting his head to look at Alcuin when he felt a food slide up his leg. Smirking, Nikola concentrated on the wine as he explained the tens machine he intended to make for House for pain management. "There are some other things that I need to think about but later perhaps, if I can get the premises built ah first."

Thinking that turnabout was fair play when it came to distractions during intellectual discussions, Alcuin continued to slide his foot along Nikola's leg as he explained, and as they ate their meal.

He did, at least, pay attention, even as his foot slid up near to his groin.

"I think it's a worthy project," said Alcuin. "Though you may not want to mention to Dr. House that I'm helping you, he doesn't like me very much."

Nikola shifted in his seat, taking a breath as Alcuin's foot slid further up his leg almost pressing against the arousal that was starting to make itself known.

"I'll ah tell him once we're finished and after he's used it. He wouldn't be such a stubborn idiot to refuse treatment after he's realised the benefits of such ahhhh machine." Nikola said, rocking his hips forward in his seat. Control. He had to control himself from throwing the food off the table and dragging Alcuin to him for a kiss. "More wine?"

Alcuin nodded, and then smiled as he saw the effect he was having on the other man. "Yes, please," he said innocently, and held out his glass as his foot slid across the ridge of Nikola's arousal.

Nikola's hand jerked, at the feel of one slender foot across his erection, allowing a small splash of wine to splatter the table cloth. Nikola narrowed his eyes at Alcuin, pursing his lips as he looked him over, heat and desire evident in his gaze. Naughty boy Alcuin.

Pouring the wine with a firmer, steady hand Nikola offered Alcuin the glass.

"Once you've proven yourself capable of assisting, we'll start work on- on your own projects. The apprenticeship is a long process I want to make sure you're thoroughly prepared for whatever problems might be thrown your way." Nikola said letting out a little ah at the foot against him.

Alcuin sipped from the glass, entirely composed as he slid his foot again, tracing the Nikola's erection with deft precision and a light touch.

"You have found me... flexible, haven't you?"

That was simply too good an opening to resist, with his foot sliding once more.

Nikola took a mouthful of wine, eyes closing shut as Alcuin touched him like that. He turned the groan into a cough, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat staring across at Alcuin.

"Mmmm very flexible which of course leads to you being a very quick study. You have an ability to read a situation perfectly," Nikola said exhaling as Alcuin's foot slid up against him. The confines of his trousers were becoming very tight indeed at Alcuin's dedicated attention. "And very ah talented, skilled hands."

Alcuin smiled, looking pleased. "Do go on, Nikola," he said, and slid his foot back down to the ground, and pushed back his chair, rising.

He walked over to him, standing close but not quite touching him, and looked down. "It is my birthday," he said softly. "At the fear of being terribly immodest I cannot deny it pleases me to hear you sing my praises."

And it was a game, yes, a sensual game. But maybe Alcuin really did like to hear it as well, and in this context he could get away with expressing that desire.

Nikola raised an eyebrow, shifting in almost impatience as Alcuin moved his foot away. Adjusting his cufflinks, Nikola sat back in his chair pushing back slightly as Alcuin moved over to him. Nikola kept his hands on the wineglass instead of dragging Alcuin onto his lap like he wanted to. He would let Alcuin lead this little game, see what he could come up with.

"A very quick student with a talented tongue. A natural ability to pick up languages quickly," Nikola replied for once singing someone elses praises rather than his own. "More than capable of Grasping the harder sciences."

Something about the atmosphere of the evening was making Alcuin feel bold. Sexy. Maybe the oysters were an aphrodisiac after all.

He slid his hands onto the back of Nikola's chair on either side of his shoulders, leaning down over him. "I like that these are the things you choose," he murmured. "Most men... they praised my beauty. My body."

Both of which he was putting on rather perfect display at the moment as he arched deliciously over Nikola.

"Concerned more with heat and skin and mouth than my mind."

"I wouldn't love you half as much if you were only beautiful," Nikola murmured in a low voice watching as Alcuin leaned down over him. Clearing his throat Nikola, studied the lines of Alcuin's body arched just so over him. It was hard not to touch but he forced himself not to, waiting for Alcuin to show him or tell him what it was that he wanted. "How many people can recite laws of thermodynamics off the tops of their pretty little heads? Not many I can assure you and far fewer understand them."

I wouldn't love you half as much.

Alcuin's expression softened into one of... adoration.

He climbed onto Nikola's lap, straddling him, and leaned in close to his ear. He spoke in flawless Serbian. "I love you, Nikola Tesla."

Nikola slid his hands up Alcuin's thighs, around his back as he drew him close to him. A smile, honest and genuine, flickered across his face when Alcuin leaned in to whisper his confession. Schooling his features to hide the emotion, Nikola brushed Alcuin's hair from his face.

"Clever," Nikola replied with a smirk. "I knew you understood me far more than you were letting on. I love you too, disgusting emotion that it is but I do love you."

Nikola replied the last in Serbian before kissing Alcuin, a brush of lips teasingly against Alcuin's.

Alcuin would let the 'disgusting emotion' comment slide, because he knew Nikola well enough to know by now what a difficult confession it was for him to make. And that it meant as well... that he truly meant it.

He pressed more firmly into the kiss, sliding his arms around Nikola's neck. "Make love to me," he whispered against his mouth. "I want to spend this night in pleasure. Mine, yours, ours."

"And that is what you want? Good, you're finally learning." Nikola said with a smirk, parting his lips as he kissed Alcuin heatedly. Fingers sliding through his hair as he cradled his head. Nikola would regret this, he was sure, the complete and utter control Alcuin had over him but for the moment in ridiculous love with him, he didn't regret it for a second. "Ours."

Nikola slid his hand down over Alcuin's chest, slowly undoing the buttons on his suit. Nikola rather liked Alcuin dressed like this, dressed like his home even if it had been years since he had been in Victorian London it still felt like home.

"I should tell you now, I don't intend to let you leave at all tonight." Nikola murmured, pressing his hands against Alcuin's bare chest before bending his head pressing a kiss to the column of his throat.

Alcuin let out a soft, content sigh. "And there is nowhere I would rather be. I am yours this night, my love." He slid his fingers lightly through the other man's hair, and rolled his hips, moving sensuously on Nikola's lap.

"Good," Nikola murmured trailing kisses down Alcuin's throat as he pushed his clothes back exposing his shoulders. Nipping at Alcuin's collarbone, Nikola flicked his tongue against his skin groaning as Alcuin rolled his hips against him. "Ah, if you keep doing that I might have to take you here. And there is that rather large bed I had thought to tie you to."

"Bed," Alcuin agreed breathlessly. "Tied... oh... yes. We should do that. Now." He bent his head and kissed him again, rolling again against him, and groaning. The wine had gone straight to his head, and he felt like one big ball of desire.