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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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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.

"You will have to get off Alcuin, to get off." Nikola said with a smirk, letting out an almost gutteral moan at the roll of Alcuin's hips, the way he ground down against him like that. Less delicate now than his feet but even more pleasurable. Nikola pulled off Alcuin's shirt and jacket, discarding them to one side as he lowered his head to Alcuin's chest, tongue rolling over his nipple before he bit quickly and teasingly.

Pulling back Nikola kissed Alcuin, devouring his mouth with lips and tongue and teeth before panting breathlessly, staring at Alcuin with a dark, heated desire.

"Bed, now." Nikola said forcefully, helping Alcuin up out of his lap and removing his cravat fully intending to tie Alcuin to the bed with the soft silk.

Alcuin moved quickly and gracefully to the bed, and even backing he seemed to know his way around the room, as if he'd memorized the layout. He slid backwards onto the bed, now wearing only tight trousers and socks. He looked up at Nikola expectantly. Come and get me, I'm yours.

Nikola followed Alcuin, stalking him almost to the bed with heat in his eyes as Alcuin backed up onto the bed. Smirking as he looked at Alcuin laid against the bed like that, Nikola took his time removing his own waistcoat and shirt.

"These are going," Nikola replied as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed. Sliding his fingers beneath the material, Nikola slowly teased the fabric down to reveal bare skin until finally Alcuin's foot was freed from the sock. Running his hands down the arch of Alcuin's foot, Nikola turned his attention to the other. "And the other one now."

Smirking as he finished his removal of the offending item Nikola crawled up the bed. Sliding his body between Alcuin's legs and rocking his hips against him as his own arousal pressed between their bodies.

"Wrists." Nikola demanded holding the silk fabric taut in his hands.

Alcuin's breath was shallow as he looked at Nikola, straining his body up as well, groaning softly at the feeling of Nikola's arousal against his body.

It was with a significant show of trust that he obediently offered his wrists up to the bedposts without a word.

Nikola could not contain the pleasure in his smile not at Alcuin's obedience but at his trust and faith in Nikola. Taking his hand, Nikola tied Alcuin's wrists comfortably to the bed post making sure he was satisfied with the constraints before turning his attention to the other hand and securing Alcuin to the bed, right where he wanted him.

Placing a kiss against the side of Alcuin's neck as the other man strained his body against him, Nikola let out a rather content pleased sigh at the way his erection rocked against him.

"Patience Alcuin," Nikola murmured into his ear, nipping at his earlobe, as his hands slowly began to unbutton Alcuin's trousers. Slipping his hand between them Nikola curled his hand around Alcuin's cock, stroking him once before he pulled away to slowly peel Alcuin's trousers off.

Alcuin gasped at that touch, and then lifted his hips a little to help Nikola in removing his trousers.

In Terre d'Ange there had been men who had tied him down and he hadn't particularly cared for it, especially... no, he would not think of Bouvarre now. But it was Rupert here who had changed his thinking on the matter, and now there was pleasure in the trust and surrender as much as anything else.

"I think I have no choice but patience," he murmured, shivering as his erect phallus was exposed to the air. "I am at your mercy."

Discarding the trousers off the end of the bed, Nikola looked at Alcuin naked and tied before him. The trust that he placed in him was... it was stupid, Nikola wasn't trustworthy and yet Alcuin certainly thought so. Stupid, human emotions.

"You are, aren't you? Entirely at my mercy," Nikola murmured, sliding his own trousers off and letting his clothes join the growing pile behind him on the floor. He trusted him. He loved him. It was ridiculous and yet he couldn't leave. "Shall I be cruel?" Nikola paused to place a kiss against Alcuin's ankle before sliding up the bed, pressing their naked bodies together. "Or kind?"

Nikola grasped Alcuin's erection firmly, stroking slowly upwards in one long caress.

Alcuin did trust him. Perhaps it was foolish, but trusting too easily because of emotional attachment was a problem that he had long had.

He let out a breathless whimper at that touch, his eyes dropping closed, back arching just a touch. "Both, mayhap?" he suggested in a near whisper.

Nikola drew his hand upwards, sliding his thumb over the tip of his erection as Alcuin arched his back ever so slightly. Sliding one hand down Alcuin's leg, he drew them both up as he pressed their bodies together slightly. The feel of his own arousal against Alcuin's skin was almost to much.

"Tell me what you want Alcuin love," Nikola murmured bending over to press a kiss to his ribs before biting, nipping at the skin as he stroked Alcuin's erection firmly.

Alcuin strained a touch against his bonds, and his eyes opened, lips parted, breath shallow as he looked at Nikola. "I want... ah, Elua...."

His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he said, "Perhaps now would be a good time to test your recall of... the twenty-nine places of sexual stimulation on the male body..."

"My recall is perfect but I suppose it's only fair," Nikola replied, hand twisting on the upstroke, smirking all the while. Letting his hands fall away, Nikola moved down the bed starting with his feet rather than the more obvious place. Massaging the point, Nikola remembered, Nikola paid due care and attention to Alcuin before looking at him heatedly. "Here, if I recall correctly. Am I right?"

Alcuin let out a soft sigh of approval, his body relaxing a touch. "Yes, very good recall, Nikola. That is one." Oh, but this could take quite a while. Luckily Alcuin himself was more patient than the straining erection between his legs.

Nikola drew his lips back in a smirk as slid his hands up Alcuin's calf, brushing his thumb on the underside of Alcuin's knee. Nikola looked up, eyebrow raised at the silent question of here. Nikola could be patient, when he wanted to be but part of him, a rather large part, wanted Alcuin now. He had to be patient, he had to have some modicum of control. He wasn't John after all.

Nikola bent down brushing his lips against Alcuin's knee before drawing his legs up so he could press his tongue to the underside of his knee.