5-7 The Librarian, page 34
part #1 of The Librarian#5-7 Series
Luca heard Brian taking deliberate slow breaths, willing himself to ease, and pushed in minuscule increments until he felt him loosen around him and broke through his tight ring. The librarian let out a deep breath that echoed with a moan, and his partner continued to pump his hand over his cock, carefully listening for any sounds of discomfort, but Brian sounded almost blissed out, so Luca pushed in further until he was fully seated.
A moan took over the Sicilian and he grabbed the other’s hips to steady the overwhelming pleasure that washed over his whole body, taking him by surprise. Brian rocked his hips against him, and he immediately joined, setting a slow pace at first, gripping his lover’s hips to keep him from going too fast, too soon. Once he was sure the librarian was ready, Luca picked up the pace slightly and returned his left hand to the man’s hard cock, feeling the precum dripping out of his tip.
Brian’s tight walls squeezed Luca’s cock almost painfully, and, with a groan, he thrusted harder, a natural reaction of his hips to the overwhelming sensation of power and pleasure. The man on the bed met every one of those thrusts letting out small grunts as their bodies slam into each other. It’s amazing, Luca thought, heart thumping in his chest, it’s like no other time. There’s no comparison, it’s otherworldly, no words could describe it.
Brian was moaning, groaning, and panting, and Luca realized that as many of the sounds he was hearing were coming from him. He felt the other one’s cock pulsating in his hand and the librarian cried out, a sound that echoed pure pleasure and ecstasy. Between Brian’s audible demonstration of rapture and the way the man’s walls reacted, clenching around his cock, Luca was immediately drawn into his own orgasm, his body shaking against his partner as he milked his cock with each tremor.
All this time, Bart stroked his and Martino’s cocks in the same rhythm as Luca’s thrusts inside Brian. When the two men were overtaken by their orgasms, the two of them also came undone, proclaiming their ecstasy through deep, liberating moans and short grunts, their clear, hot load splattered on their torsos and abdomens.
Luca’s and Brian’s bodies shuddered in harmony, their individual reactions drawing out of the other until finally, gasping for breath, they fell into a heap on the bed. As his lover slid out of him, the librarian turned and pulled him into his arms. They wrapped around each other, all arms and legs desperately intertwining until their bodies were fused together.
A few inches further, happy smiles on their faces, sticky from the release that landed on them, Bart and Martino cuddled together. The four closed the space between them, and, shortly after, they fell asleep, their breathing, their very beings flowing together in sync.
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“Two cracked ribs. Other than that, you’re fine.” Alasdair shook his head. “You broke my Ardan's record of times you were my patient for different injuries.” He laughed. “Two weeks this time, and you must wear an elastic bandage.
Brian nodded in understanding, relieved that the doctor didn’t order him a longer time off period. “Do I get a plaque on the wall?” He turned to Ardan, who just walked into the room. “Oh, hi, boss! Did you come to fire me?”
“Quite the contrary.” Ardan smirked. “Congratulations are in order; I’ve heard you beat my record.” His expression became serious. “Can’t tell you how happy I am you are alive and well; we were all worried here.”
“Bad, bad Dom!” Luca shook his finger at Brian, the words spoken in a playful tone masking the concern that still lingered in his heart, even now, when his lover was safe. “Stubborn librarian.” He continued with a small smile.
“My Mafia daddy was naughty; he needs a good spanking.” Bart undulated his hips, darting the tip of his tongue over his sinful lips.
“Love you both, too.” Brian laughed and looked in his husband’s direction. “You wouldn’t dare spank me, brat.”
“I wouldn't bet, librarian.” Luca huffed a laugh. “This one is almost as crazy and stubborn as you are.”
“I'll settle on some kisses.” Brian grinned, making efforts to suppress a groan of pain. “However, that’s a pretty risky business, too. If Doc Alasdair catches us, the two weeks will be unbearable, but worth it.”
“Two weeks...say two lifetimes, it's the same thing.” Luca sighed in protest. “I miss you like hell already.”
“If I argue with the Doc, he will make it four weeks, so I'm behaving.” Brian’s grin got wider. “You two better kiss me before doc makes his rounds and we get busted.” The librarian’s phone buzzed, and his face brightened at the sight of the caller’s ID. “Hello, there!” He greeted the one calling him.
“How are you, brother?” Edwin asked, relief, excitement, and concern mixing in his voice. “When you are discharged from the hospital, I want you to bring Bart and the children and come to spend a weekend with me. Edward and Julien, too.” He continued after a very brief pause. “I miss my favorite nephews, Blaise and Simon, and my children miss all their cousins. Plus, I think I have something to tell you...”
“I'm in for two weeks. Cracked ribs.” Brian answered with a barely audible sigh. “” But once I’m out, we will come over.” He thought a bit. “Bart can bring the kids by before then to.”
“Of course, I would love to have them here. However, I want you to be present, too, when I'll give you all the news.” Edwin’s voice became mysterious when he said the last part. “See you in three weeks, then?” He hung up before his older brother had the chance to reply.
“Let me guess, that was my husband.” The grin that stretched Reardon’s lips vanished after just one moment. “Poor thing was very worried about you, even when I assured him you are going to be fine.”
“Yes, your darling has something to tell all of us and wants me there, too.” Brian confirmed with a soft smile.
“He does?” Reardon gasped, his eyes filled with love and light. “Well, I'll leave you, I'm going home.” The Irishman waved at the men in the room, then headed to the door.
“Hug my brother for me.” Brian affectionately spoke. “Tell him I love and miss him.”
“Edwin is pregnant again, I sensed it in his voice, when he was talking to you.” Bart said, sighing dreamily, after Reardon left. “And the shine in his husband's eyes it was the same as the one you had when I was pregnant.”
“I know, babe, but don't ruin it for him. I'm glad he's happy.” Brian huffed in frustration. “Now if I can get out of here.”
“Of course, I won't. I just couldn't help myself.” Bart smiled softly. “And you'll get out when doc says.” The smile morphed into a smirk.
“Ugh, but I want you and my sub.” Brian huffed in frustration again, shaking his head “Of course Doc will put restrictions on that, too.”
“I'll be ready to serve you when you'll be fully healed.” Luca spoke in a voice filled with passion and devotion, then kissed the librarian's hand.
“Two weeks…it seems like forever.” Brian looked between the other two men. “I know I sound like a horny teen, but I'd rather have my ass kicked than be without both of you. Come here to give me those kisses.”
“If you don't behave, I'll have to tie you up.” Alasdair said, feigning sternness, a few minutes later, when he walked in on the librarian hungrily devouring Luca’s mouth, after he passionately kissed his husband seconds before.
“You better tie Luca up and allow my husband to do things to him.” Bart replied, making everyone laugh.
She failed again, Brian smiled at the thoughts, remembering how Donna Fabrizia’s men took advantage of one of the rare instances when he was unaccompanied by Tanner, Malaspina, or one of other guards, and had him kidnapped. It was only an errand to the neighborhood grocery store, and the librarian didn’t think someone would try something against him on his own turf, so to speak.
Brian didn’t pay attention to the two men who snuck behind him; one of them restrained him, while the other covered his nose and mouth with a cloth soaked in something that knocked him out on the spot. When he woke up, the librarian was tied up on a chair, with Donna Fabrizia standing in front of him, a triumphant smile on her lips.
The woman started gloating about how, if she killed Brian, The Council would fall apart. The heirs, she said, would be too busy mourning his death to pay attention to what was going to happen around them. Soon after The Council would be instated, Donna Fabrizia continued, she would make everyone bend to her will and change the Laws, so legitimate firstborns, even if they were women, could succeed to the relatives who previously held the position.
Once she finished revealing her evil intentions to Brian, Donna Fabrizia ordered the henchmen to take him to the docks, finish him and get rid of the body by throwing it into the ocean. The two responsible for that job made a beginner’s mistake: instead of tying the librarian up and putting him in the trunk, they threw him in the backseat.
Using what Tanner, Lawrence, Luca, and Malaspina taught him, Brian freed himself from the restraints and started to fight for control of the car. The last thing he remembered was the terrified screams of Donna Fabrizia’s soldiers as the car flew over the bridge and the deafening splash that followed when it landed in the water.
CHAPTER 14
Julien, who started searching for him at all the police stations and hospitals, when a worried Bart called him two hours after his husband left home, filled the blanks for Brian. A few people who were walking in the area where the car slowly sank swam to the vehicle and dragged the librarian and the henchmen out of it.
Unfortunately, for the henchmen it was too late, but Brian was taken to one of those shabby, semi-legit clinics where small-time gangsters and homeless people came to have their shotgun or stabbing wounds treated. There, after stabilizing the librarian, who was close to going into cardiac arrest, they hooked him up to a vitamin IV and forgot about him. The doctors there, bored, underpaid, and often the targets of the patients’ aggressions, had a lot of other, bigger problems on their mind.
However, Brian wasn’t alone; Reardon came, kept him company for a while, kept him hydrated and energized with teas, and read to him. The demon was forbidden to help the librarian escape the fate Donna Fabrizia reserved him, but he couldn’t watch arms crossed as his best friend was drowning and broke all the laws of the Otherworld and then some to help him.
Eventually, Reardon got away with it, his sentence consisting of three months of the supernatural version of community service: guiding lost souls. The higher powers even gave him permission to warn Brian about Donna Fabrizia’s future plans, this time without helping him, otherwise all his powers would be revoked.
Since Reardon was separated from Edwin and the children for all the duration of the sentence, Brian promised to take care of them in his absence. He would have done it anyway, it was his duty as the older brother of the demon’s husband, but he knew that, hearing the words from him, Reardon rested assured, knowing everything would be all right.
A little girl, no older than six, walked into the library, bringing Brian back from his walk down memory lane. Offering the man, a smile that melted his heart, she asked him if he had any tortoise-themed coloring books, like the ones the teacher gave them in class a week earlier. In an enthusiastic voice, the little one started to tell him some of the fascinating things she learned from the short texts accompanying the drawings.
There were no other coloring books featuring tortoises, Brian said in a soft voice tinged with regret, but he asked her if she was interested in whales, dolphins, sharks, octopuses or other sea creatures. He had a lot of those in the coloring book section, the librarian said, taking the little girl by the hand and taking her there.
Brian let the little one take her time to look at the books and gave her the ones she expressed interest in, so she could browse them before making her final decision. Helping the next generations cultivate their minds, so they could become better versions of themselves—that was it all about, the librarian thought with a smile, that was the supernatural power that helped him defeat his enemies, whoever they were.
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And there she strikes again, Brian sighed, when the phone call with Il Pupparo ended. It was the man on the other end of the line who hung up before he could reply. A demonstration that he had the upper hand. Running a hand through his hair, the librarian plopped down on the chair behind the counter, not knowing what to do for the first time in months.
Nuzzo may have been raised by Ennio Nardi, Il Pupparo said, but that didn’t make him less his son, both biological and legitimate, as he was conceived while Silvana, his mother, still lived under her then-husband’s roof. That, the old man continued, made him Stefano’s grandfather, and in this quality, he demanded to see the boy and talk to him.
Il Pupparo made a point of reminding Brian that, although he lived in Sicily, still had a lot of influence in the New York City-based branch of Old-World Mafia, and could start an ugly war not only there, but also in Detroit, Chicago, and other locations controlled by the organization. Of course, he preferred to avoid that by simply seeing his grandson and talking to him.
Just what I need before the confirmation of The Council, Brian sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. Luca, Don Calogero, and Baldassare left for Palermo the week before, to start the preparations for the official ceremony, and convincing the Dons who still didn’t choose their side to join them in supporting the heirs of the Grand Families.
Of course, Brian could call them, but the different time zones and busy schedules on both sides made it impossible. Besides, he didn’t want to add to their already full plate; lunch and dinner meetings, long hours of negotiations with some of the most conservative, stubborn Dons in the Old-World Mafia—Luca, Baldassare, and Don Calogero had to deal with all those things and then some.
Donna Fabrizia knew that, and she chose the perfect moment to attack; there was no seed of doubt in Brian’s mind that Il Pupparo’s phone call, demanding out of the blue to see his grandson and talk to him, was that evil woman’s doing. She knew that whatever the librarian would decide, it would lead to The Council’s confirmation being compromised, and could even cost him the friendship with Nuzzo.
At that point, Brian facepalmed himself; the answer was under his nose from the start, but he wasted precious time worrying over nothing. He would call his cousin, who, as Stefano’s father, had the right to decide on the people his son came in contact with, and would ask him to call Il Pupparo back and settle the matter.
Back when he and Luca worked undercover at Nuzzo’s racehorse farm as hired hands, Brian remembered, the former member of the Old-World Mafia came with the same demand but ended up getting into a verbal duel with Ennio Nardi, who denied him any rights over the kid. Then, Nuzzo yelled at the two older men, calling them fools and asking them both to leave his property, with Il Pupparo obeying without a word.
Brian checked his wristwatch; it was almost two o’clock in the afternoon, which made eight o’clock in the evening in Sicily. If his cousin hadn’t changed the schedule at the farm, he would have been on the last tour of the day, inspecting the stables and the sheds before closing for the night. Perfect timing, the librarian thought, dialing the number.
“Honorable one, what a pleasure!” Nuzzo’s pleasant voice greeted the librarian at the other end of the line. “I hope my son is not causing you any problems.” His tone tense, laced with worry.
“Not at all, Stefano is the same polite, well-mannered, friendly, generous kid who I became friends with when I came to the farm.” Brian smiled against the phone, although his cousin couldn’t see him, then continued after clearing his throat. “However, he is the reason I called you.”
“Is my son…unwell?” Nuzzo could barely formulate the question. “How bad is it? I’ll book the first flight to New York City and—”
“Cousin, slow down. It’s nothing like that.” Brian cut the other man short in an authoritative voice. “Il Pupparo called, demanding to see Stefano. He threatened to make things hard for the new Council, if his request is not granted.”
“That old fool!” Nuzzo exclaimed in a mix of irritation and annoyance. “He has no rights over Stefano or me, for that matter.” A brief pause followed, then he continued in a calmer voice. “However, because I don’t want to create problems, please call the stubborn mule and tell him he can see my son from afar and talk to him for five minutes, in your presence. If he protests, please tell him it was entirely my decision.”
“Very well, I’ll do so. Thank you so much, cousin.” Brian made great efforts to suppress a sigh of relief. “How are you? I miss the farm, the horses, and I can’t wait to pay you and Bernardo a visit when I’ll come to Sicily for the confirmation ceremony.”
“It will be an honor for us to have you as a guest.” Nuzzo replied, and the librarian could feel the excitement in his voice. “And no, I thank you for everything; I owe you my happiness, the life of my son, and the respect I’ve earned from our Turkish allies.” The man stopped for a bit, like he was thinking about something. “Before I forget, please tell Il Pupparo that I expect his full support for the new Council.”
“I surely will.” Brian did a short victory dance behind the counter, grateful there was no one to witness it. “Thank you once again, cousin, and have a good evening.” He hung up, grinning against the phone.
Finally letting out a sigh of relief, Brian dialed Il Pupparo’s number and, in a polite, but cold voice, informed him about Nuzzo’s decision. The old man didn’t protest; he said he wanted to make sure the boy, who was his only surviving grandson, gets an education suitable for the honorable mafioso he was going to be one day.
Two days later, Il Pupparo arrived in New York City and, true to his word, watched Stefano from what Brian considered to be a safe distance, and from somewhere he couldn’t be noticed by the boy and his friends. The old man heard Stefano laughing and cracking jokes, saw him nudging Jemmy, Mert, Hugo, and Cosimo, chasing them, goofing around, and enjoying being a kid.
