Fire Bird and The Gray Wolf
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kitkat3979, thecaelum, and justabi for the inspiration that kicked this bit loose from my brain!
Previous parts are drinking vodka like water and playing whist. Why? I don't know...
They reached the train station with a minimum of problems, and one of the officers from Felix’s party assured him that the journey was going exceptionally well.
Kirill struggled not to appear nervous as they boarded the train, but this entire trip was …unsettling. He’d never been aboard a train, a boat—Uncle really had kept him caged on the farm. He felt uneducated, simple, like a lowly serf. It made him embarrassed, and that made him angry and his face settled into the habitual scowl he wore. It served its purpose, no one made fun of him to his face, and no one sought his company out.
Nearly no one, he should say. Alexei watched him try to handle this new experience, and as always when he looked at Kirill, a smirk bowed his lips. He remembered Alexei wanted to speak to him, claiming Boris left a gift for him. A gift.
He knew what the gift was. He also knew if the officer chose—*when* he chose to use that gift, he would have no option, no recourse but to bend to him.
He looked out the window at the rapidly moving landscape. He could run but to where…and to what? He wasn’t ready yet. He knew he wasn’t prepared to conquer this land. If he wanted more than a bloody graveyard to rule then he needed experience, wisdom…he looked at Alexei again, who smiled at him through a gray haze of smoke, and rolled his tongue across his lip. He locked eyes with Kirill as he raised his hand to remove some insignificant fleck of something from his mouth. Kirill was furious that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the movement of his tongue. It infuriated him, this weakness in himself. He couldn’t control his curiosity and fascination for this man. He sensed a kindred spirit in him, there was some kind of connection that existed between the two of them, but he was afraid.
He was certain that Alexei was capable of destroying him if he chose to, and not so assured that he could do the same to Alexei if the need arose. To even have uncertainty about being able to do so unsettled him in the extreme. After all, what was life but a spark that could be snuffed out in a minute, and one spark was no more important then another. Why hesitate because it came packaged in attractive wrapping?
The movement of the car was hypnotic. His troubling thoughts eased and slowed as the rhythm of the car, the steady swaying and the click, click of the wheels on the track filled his mind. The land flowed past the window like magic, the sameness of the landscape was soothing and Kirill leaned his head against the window. He let the rocking motion lull him into a dreamy state; he no longer saw the landscape, just a blur of white and gray and black and slowly his eyelids dropped, lower and lower until they drifted completely closed.
The smell of cigar smoke got stronger and he wasn’t positive but he thought that there was warmth at his side…
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the room at the dacha, again the glow of candles dazzling him and the smell of roses filling his nose. This time he was behind the woman—the prince… and it was his hands on the lean hips, his hands pushing up the skirts.
He was on his knees and his tongue was tracing spirals on the smooth tender skin in front of him. He pressed his hands against the buttocks, spreading them and presenting the tight bud of muscle there. His tongue teased down the cleft, licked up the exposed skin and swirled around to tap softly at the clenched bud.
Gasps broke in the air above him and the heat and scent of rose and lavender, leather, wet silk and earth combined to make his head swim and his cock swell. He wanted Felix to make more noise, he wanted to make him cry out, and he pressed harder with his tongue, trying to nudge it inside, and the hips gripped tight in his hands tried to pump back against him. He buried his face between the smooth swells of flesh and his tongue slid in and out and caressed the muscle that opened before his assault.
Felix cried out with each thrust in, cried out and trembled as Kirill licked around and into the quivering hole and his cock twitched and drooled precome against his belly, trapped there by the fabric of his trousers. A low hoarse voice called out “enough, fuck him now!” and he rose to his feet, released himself from the prison of his trousers. He bent the sinuous form forward and pushed his cock into the tight slick heat in one stroke, it made him hiss and Felix groaned out, “Ah! You’re killing me!” and his cock jumped hard, a bolt shot through his body, raced down his nerves and crashed into his spine. There was fire in his belly, he pumped harder and harder, his cock pushing into a well of fire, fire erasing all thought and leaving nothing but this, nothing but fire burning him alive—
Alexei laughed, “Is that the best you can do?”
Bastard. He’d show him. He reached around and grasped the lashing cock of his partner and made a tunnel of his fist, let the man push into it. His hand was wet with precome in moments, smoothing the slide of hot flesh and every push tightened the muscles around him until he felt he would tear apart into a million pieces. He gripped the hips that shuddered and shook in his hands. Alexei, yes, he wanted him to scream, needed him to scream his name. He thrust harder and held the twisting hips harder until he was sure he felt bone creak under his grasping fingers. Alexei turned his head to him and the light made his eyes gleam like a wolf’s reflecting fire.
“You have me, my pet,” his voice rasped out “ Fuck me, little one. Make me come, Kirill.” And at his smile, Kirill came, and it burned him like fire, his thighs jumped and burned—
He was awake, and aware of come cooling against his skin. He groaned in disbelief, then flamed red as he remembered his dream. He glanced quickly to the side, it had been so realistic he expected to see Alexei sitting next to him, but he was completely alone in the car. He thanked Boris’ god and stood to hurry to the sleeping car, and as he did so, a drift of ash dropped unnoticed to the floor.
TBC, I promise...
kitkat3979, thecaelum, and justabi for the inspiration that kicked this bit loose from my brain! Previous parts are drinking vodka like water and playing whist. Why? I don't know...
They reached the train station with a minimum of problems, and one of the officers from Felix’s party assured him that the journey was going exceptionally well.
Kirill struggled not to appear nervous as they boarded the train, but this entire trip was …unsettling. He’d never been aboard a train, a boat—Uncle really had kept him caged on the farm. He felt uneducated, simple, like a lowly serf. It made him embarrassed, and that made him angry and his face settled into the habitual scowl he wore. It served its purpose, no one made fun of him to his face, and no one sought his company out.
Nearly no one, he should say. Alexei watched him try to handle this new experience, and as always when he looked at Kirill, a smirk bowed his lips. He remembered Alexei wanted to speak to him, claiming Boris left a gift for him. A gift.
He knew what the gift was. He also knew if the officer chose—*when* he chose to use that gift, he would have no option, no recourse but to bend to him.
He looked out the window at the rapidly moving landscape. He could run but to where…and to what? He wasn’t ready yet. He knew he wasn’t prepared to conquer this land. If he wanted more than a bloody graveyard to rule then he needed experience, wisdom…he looked at Alexei again, who smiled at him through a gray haze of smoke, and rolled his tongue across his lip. He locked eyes with Kirill as he raised his hand to remove some insignificant fleck of something from his mouth. Kirill was furious that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the movement of his tongue. It infuriated him, this weakness in himself. He couldn’t control his curiosity and fascination for this man. He sensed a kindred spirit in him, there was some kind of connection that existed between the two of them, but he was afraid.
He was certain that Alexei was capable of destroying him if he chose to, and not so assured that he could do the same to Alexei if the need arose. To even have uncertainty about being able to do so unsettled him in the extreme. After all, what was life but a spark that could be snuffed out in a minute, and one spark was no more important then another. Why hesitate because it came packaged in attractive wrapping?
The movement of the car was hypnotic. His troubling thoughts eased and slowed as the rhythm of the car, the steady swaying and the click, click of the wheels on the track filled his mind. The land flowed past the window like magic, the sameness of the landscape was soothing and Kirill leaned his head against the window. He let the rocking motion lull him into a dreamy state; he no longer saw the landscape, just a blur of white and gray and black and slowly his eyelids dropped, lower and lower until they drifted completely closed.
The smell of cigar smoke got stronger and he wasn’t positive but he thought that there was warmth at his side…
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the room at the dacha, again the glow of candles dazzling him and the smell of roses filling his nose. This time he was behind the woman—the prince… and it was his hands on the lean hips, his hands pushing up the skirts.
He was on his knees and his tongue was tracing spirals on the smooth tender skin in front of him. He pressed his hands against the buttocks, spreading them and presenting the tight bud of muscle there. His tongue teased down the cleft, licked up the exposed skin and swirled around to tap softly at the clenched bud.
Gasps broke in the air above him and the heat and scent of rose and lavender, leather, wet silk and earth combined to make his head swim and his cock swell. He wanted Felix to make more noise, he wanted to make him cry out, and he pressed harder with his tongue, trying to nudge it inside, and the hips gripped tight in his hands tried to pump back against him. He buried his face between the smooth swells of flesh and his tongue slid in and out and caressed the muscle that opened before his assault.
Felix cried out with each thrust in, cried out and trembled as Kirill licked around and into the quivering hole and his cock twitched and drooled precome against his belly, trapped there by the fabric of his trousers. A low hoarse voice called out “enough, fuck him now!” and he rose to his feet, released himself from the prison of his trousers. He bent the sinuous form forward and pushed his cock into the tight slick heat in one stroke, it made him hiss and Felix groaned out, “Ah! You’re killing me!” and his cock jumped hard, a bolt shot through his body, raced down his nerves and crashed into his spine. There was fire in his belly, he pumped harder and harder, his cock pushing into a well of fire, fire erasing all thought and leaving nothing but this, nothing but fire burning him alive—
Alexei laughed, “Is that the best you can do?”
Bastard. He’d show him. He reached around and grasped the lashing cock of his partner and made a tunnel of his fist, let the man push into it. His hand was wet with precome in moments, smoothing the slide of hot flesh and every push tightened the muscles around him until he felt he would tear apart into a million pieces. He gripped the hips that shuddered and shook in his hands. Alexei, yes, he wanted him to scream, needed him to scream his name. He thrust harder and held the twisting hips harder until he was sure he felt bone creak under his grasping fingers. Alexei turned his head to him and the light made his eyes gleam like a wolf’s reflecting fire.
“You have me, my pet,” his voice rasped out “ Fuck me, little one. Make me come, Kirill.” And at his smile, Kirill came, and it burned him like fire, his thighs jumped and burned—
He was awake, and aware of come cooling against his skin. He groaned in disbelief, then flamed red as he remembered his dream. He glanced quickly to the side, it had been so realistic he expected to see Alexei sitting next to him, but he was completely alone in the car. He thanked Boris’ god and stood to hurry to the sleeping car, and as he did so, a drift of ash dropped unnoticed to the floor.
TBC, I promise...
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11/3/04 06:05 pm (UTC)Hee! You made me laugh! And thanks, there is more to come!