FireBird...yadda yadda ...fic! Really!
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roxyYou know children, when I wrote this bit out the first time, it took me maybe two or three hours and I thought, ooo,this is nasty and creepy and maybe too nasty? And then I lost it because that's what I do-- and it took me days to rewrite, and I haven't been able to do much else, grrrr. So, it's done and it's not as creepy as I thought at first. *shrugs* Ah well. You know me, panic first and then grin sheepishly.
At any rate, you can see the previous parts here.
FireBird And The Gray Wolf
It was some time after dinner that he stood outside of the door to the officer’s car and waited to be let in.
“Come.”
He stepped in and the first thing he saw was Alexei, sitting with his back to a burlwood desk, his hands curved around the sides of an ornately carved wooden box on his lap. Kirill recognized it at once; the sight brought a familiar feeling of dread and sick excitement that slid through his gut like a snake.
Alexei smiled gently at him, looked down as he stroked the carved box. “Beautiful work. It’s very old, isn’t it?” His fingers traced the flowers carved into the surface of the lid. “Your Uncle was more than generous to lend me the use of his baubles.” He raised the lid slightly and Kirill hissed under his breath. Pain stabbed behind his eyes and sweat broke out on his forehead and he waited.
Alexei examined the items in the box and tilted his head up at Kirill, closed the lid again and studied him, his lips pressed together in a small quirky smile. “Strange that this wooden box has panels of lead inside. Why is that, you think?” he asked as he slowly caressed the wood like he was touching skin.
Kirill jerked his eyes away from the hypnotic motion of the elegant hands, made a sound of frustration and anger and took a step forward but Alexei didn’t move.
“Boots off.” he was commanded. Kirill stopped. He had no idea why he wanted his boots off, but it was a small enough thing, maybe he’d be satisfied with it. Maybe he had some strange need to see bare feet. He smothered the smile that threatened to break through as he pulled off his boots and set them to the side. Alexei crooked a finger at him, and he padded close, his toes gripping the soft nap of the carpet. He stood barefoot in front of him and Alexei spoke softly, “Undress. Please,” but it clearly was an order.
Kirill blushed in anger and complied, taking off each item and folding it, setting it to the side of his boots. He might have no choice but to obey, but he could take his time in doing so.
Alexei chuckled as if he were aware of Kirill’s small rebellion.
He stood naked before him and Alexei’s eyes burned him as they swept over his flesh. “Turn,” he said and Kirill turned. He kept his eyes down as he moved in a circle before Alexei. He felt like an animal…like the thing Boris told him he was. Even so, his cock began to stir under the colonel’s intense scrutiny. He felt it jerk awake, and his hands automatically came up to cover himself.
“Don’t” The single word sent a shiver down his spine and he stopped. “Keep turning…”
He was all too aware of himself as his cock swayed with his movement and he felt unprotected, vulnerable. It angered him and excited him at once, and he slowly came to a standstill, his head dropped and his hands clenched shut. He heard Alexei shift on his chair.
“Did I tell you to stop, little thing? No matter, come here.”
He went to stand at the spot Alexei pointed at and waited and when Alexei gestured for him to kneel he dropped to the carpet and his breath came a little faster, and his fingers twitched. Excitement surged up his spine like a flash of lightning. How quickly could Alexei open the box, faster than his hands could reach his neck and snap the bones like dry twigs? His cock tried to press up against his stomach and it bobbed with every hitch of his breath, fluid pearling up and dripping on to his thigh.
Alexei licked his lips and slid forward on the chair. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his trousers and spread his knees and quietly said, “Take them off, pet.”
Kirill’s eyes snapped up to Alexei’s. He wanted him to take his pants off- he jerked hard and his cock spun threads of fluid out along his leg, it didn’t matter—let him see his eagerness, it may be he could work it to his advantage. He reached again for the buttons on the trousers, and Alexei dropped his hands over his and squeezed. “No. The boots.”
Of course. The boots had to come off first. He moved back on his heels, his breath came faster and he stroked his hands down the smooth shaft of one boot, until his fingers curled around the heel of the boot and he cupped it in his hand, the toe pressed against his belly. The cool leather grazed his aching cock and made him gasp; he pulled the boot loose gently and set it down. He removed the other and surreptitiously stroked it over his cock in search of some relief. Sweat ran down his back, he felt like he was burning. He rose up to his knees again and reached once more for the waistband of the trousers, grazing the hard ridge under the wool and Alexei chuckled.
“My dear pet—you misunderstand me. I want you to clean the boots. Now if you please.”
Kirill stare at him in shock. What? What did he mean—his face flamed and he felt a ball of fire in his chest. “What….”
“There’s a kit by the door, I believe—ah!” he looked towards the door with anticipation as a series of knocks rang out and a woman came in, glanced at Kirill on his knees and smiled at the colonel. “Should I wait?” she asked indicating Kirill.
“No, no, he’s not important.” Alexei replied, and looked at her in concern”…Unless it would disturb you to have him here?”
“Not at all.” she smiled, and stepped around Kirill as if he were a piece of furniture.
His teeth ground together, he shook, he burned with anger. He was going to murder this shit in the most painful, most gruesome way he could imagine.
The woman dropped onto the pile of pillows on Alexei’s bed, watched him disrobe, flinging each article of clothing Kirill’s way and giggling when his tunic struck him in the face. Kirill licked at the brief sting a metal button left on his mouth, and unnoticed crushed the tunic against his face before dropping it. He stared at Alexei, he ate him with his eyes, he breathed in his scent, he looked at him, in him …
The woman was laughing as Alexei pushed her flat on the bed and threw her gown up, threw her legs over his shoulders and kissed her belly. She smiled and tapped him on the shoulder, pointed. Kirill stood rooted to the spot Alexei left him in, frozen in wonder. Alexei raised an eyebrow at him and tilted his chin to the door,” Boots? Have you forgotten?”
Kirill snatched the kit up, grabbed a boot and glowered. He listened to the murmuring on the bed. He refused to look, staring at the boot in his hand instead. The springs squeaked and creaked as they moved about, the linens rustling and the woman laughed breathily, gasped, the squeaking of the springs increased until against his will he had to look up and saw that she was bent over Alexei, kissing noisily at his belly while he grinned down at her, and she licked wet, loud, sucking circles around his navel. Kirill could hear the lapping sound of her tongue hitting Alexei’s flesh, he could smell him and hear him moan when her lips closed around the tip of his cock. When her lips slid down and Alexei’s hips thrust up and he bared his teeth, Kirill struggled not to make a sound and lost.
He groaned when Alexei knelt in the bed and twisted her around, threw her gown over her head and all Kirill could see was her bottom in the air and Alexei’s cock pushing against her, sliding up the cleft …Kirill jammed the boot against his belly and viciously applied polish and watched the purple cock sink into her and pull back, wet and slick and Kirill applied more polish and ground the boot harder against him and his cock drooled steadily…he watched the muscles in Alexei’s buttocks clench and unclench as he thrust into her and he grabbed the boot brush and brushed savagely at the boot and rubbed the shaft against his cock and watched Alexei plunge in and out of her and he threw the boot down and stripped his cock viciously, his breath felt like fire in his throat and he grunted every time Alexei thrust.
When Alexei threw his head back and shook and groaned every muscle in Kirill’s body contracted, stars exploded in his head and lightning boiled through him and blew out of his cock—he caught his come in his hand, licked it quickly down as Alexei hung over the woman’s back, trembling and gasping out the end of his orgasm. When his breathing slowed to normal, he lifted his head and told Kirill, ”Dress. Leave. I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”
Dismissed, Kirill dressed and left the car. His chest felt pinched and painful, and his jaw clenched so tight he felt he’d never be able to move it again. He leaned against the wall, waited in the corridor until the woman left Alexei and made her way to her own car. He followed close behind and at the door she turned and smiled. “So, have you come to have a little fun of your own?” He didn’t answer, just looked at her until she sought to fill the silence “Come on then, I can give you what he got, we can always discuss gifts later--”
He pushed her back inside and slammed the door shut and threw her against the wall so hard her breath exploded from her lungs. He dropped down in front of her and ripped her skirt away and a long ragged strip of material pooled on the floor at her feet. He pressed his face into her wet curls and inhaled deeply before pushing his tongue into her. He pulled her legs apart and thrust tongue and fingers into her, curling his tongue into her heat and licking, sucking, pushing his tongue past the fingers that held her open, thrusting deeper into her. He pressed her hard against the wall with the other hand, fingers splayed against the soft smooth skin of her belly and he swelled again at the scent of Alexei lingering on her skin, in her—
Come dripped down her legs and he needed that, he needed every bit of Alexei he could find, he had to have it. He yanked open his pants and held himself and he was so hard it hurt, he fucked his hand and fucked her with his tongue-- he needed to taste him and smell him – he licked and bit at her thighs and bit until her moans of pleasure changed to cries of pain and he pumped into his hand faster, with his other he pressed harder and harder until he felt bone snap and splinter, something in her popped and gave softly under his hand and still he licked up the fluid from her thighs until no more ran and he shuddered as his cock leaped in his hand and spilled over the floor in front of her.
When he took his hand away, she slithered to the floor.
He stood and looked down at her. A prostitute…who would miss a prostitute, who would care…. looked at the carpet she was sprawled on.
He snapped bones and folded her into the carpet and she made a nice neat package, a warm memory of Cook folding apples up into squares of pastry dough drifted through his mind, and he lifted the bundle into his arms.
He made his way down the corridor, moving at inhuman speed so that he was a faint blur until he was at the last car. He walked out onto the railed platform, the raw wind ripping at him cooling him pleasantly. He drew in a deep breath and threw the bundle as hard and as far as he could. He watched the dark mass sail out through the air and turned, all interest gone.
She no longer concerned him—wolves or the elements would take care of her now, he thought as he licked his lips, tasted salt, copper, the woman and Alexei…he shuddered deep in his bones. Alexei….
More?
At any rate, you can see the previous parts here.
FireBird And The Gray Wolf
It was some time after dinner that he stood outside of the door to the officer’s car and waited to be let in.
“Come.”
He stepped in and the first thing he saw was Alexei, sitting with his back to a burlwood desk, his hands curved around the sides of an ornately carved wooden box on his lap. Kirill recognized it at once; the sight brought a familiar feeling of dread and sick excitement that slid through his gut like a snake.
Alexei smiled gently at him, looked down as he stroked the carved box. “Beautiful work. It’s very old, isn’t it?” His fingers traced the flowers carved into the surface of the lid. “Your Uncle was more than generous to lend me the use of his baubles.” He raised the lid slightly and Kirill hissed under his breath. Pain stabbed behind his eyes and sweat broke out on his forehead and he waited.
Alexei examined the items in the box and tilted his head up at Kirill, closed the lid again and studied him, his lips pressed together in a small quirky smile. “Strange that this wooden box has panels of lead inside. Why is that, you think?” he asked as he slowly caressed the wood like he was touching skin.
Kirill jerked his eyes away from the hypnotic motion of the elegant hands, made a sound of frustration and anger and took a step forward but Alexei didn’t move.
“Boots off.” he was commanded. Kirill stopped. He had no idea why he wanted his boots off, but it was a small enough thing, maybe he’d be satisfied with it. Maybe he had some strange need to see bare feet. He smothered the smile that threatened to break through as he pulled off his boots and set them to the side. Alexei crooked a finger at him, and he padded close, his toes gripping the soft nap of the carpet. He stood barefoot in front of him and Alexei spoke softly, “Undress. Please,” but it clearly was an order.
Kirill blushed in anger and complied, taking off each item and folding it, setting it to the side of his boots. He might have no choice but to obey, but he could take his time in doing so.
Alexei chuckled as if he were aware of Kirill’s small rebellion.
He stood naked before him and Alexei’s eyes burned him as they swept over his flesh. “Turn,” he said and Kirill turned. He kept his eyes down as he moved in a circle before Alexei. He felt like an animal…like the thing Boris told him he was. Even so, his cock began to stir under the colonel’s intense scrutiny. He felt it jerk awake, and his hands automatically came up to cover himself.
“Don’t” The single word sent a shiver down his spine and he stopped. “Keep turning…”
He was all too aware of himself as his cock swayed with his movement and he felt unprotected, vulnerable. It angered him and excited him at once, and he slowly came to a standstill, his head dropped and his hands clenched shut. He heard Alexei shift on his chair.
“Did I tell you to stop, little thing? No matter, come here.”
He went to stand at the spot Alexei pointed at and waited and when Alexei gestured for him to kneel he dropped to the carpet and his breath came a little faster, and his fingers twitched. Excitement surged up his spine like a flash of lightning. How quickly could Alexei open the box, faster than his hands could reach his neck and snap the bones like dry twigs? His cock tried to press up against his stomach and it bobbed with every hitch of his breath, fluid pearling up and dripping on to his thigh.
Alexei licked his lips and slid forward on the chair. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his trousers and spread his knees and quietly said, “Take them off, pet.”
Kirill’s eyes snapped up to Alexei’s. He wanted him to take his pants off- he jerked hard and his cock spun threads of fluid out along his leg, it didn’t matter—let him see his eagerness, it may be he could work it to his advantage. He reached again for the buttons on the trousers, and Alexei dropped his hands over his and squeezed. “No. The boots.”
Of course. The boots had to come off first. He moved back on his heels, his breath came faster and he stroked his hands down the smooth shaft of one boot, until his fingers curled around the heel of the boot and he cupped it in his hand, the toe pressed against his belly. The cool leather grazed his aching cock and made him gasp; he pulled the boot loose gently and set it down. He removed the other and surreptitiously stroked it over his cock in search of some relief. Sweat ran down his back, he felt like he was burning. He rose up to his knees again and reached once more for the waistband of the trousers, grazing the hard ridge under the wool and Alexei chuckled.
“My dear pet—you misunderstand me. I want you to clean the boots. Now if you please.”
Kirill stare at him in shock. What? What did he mean—his face flamed and he felt a ball of fire in his chest. “What….”
“There’s a kit by the door, I believe—ah!” he looked towards the door with anticipation as a series of knocks rang out and a woman came in, glanced at Kirill on his knees and smiled at the colonel. “Should I wait?” she asked indicating Kirill.
“No, no, he’s not important.” Alexei replied, and looked at her in concern”…Unless it would disturb you to have him here?”
“Not at all.” she smiled, and stepped around Kirill as if he were a piece of furniture.
His teeth ground together, he shook, he burned with anger. He was going to murder this shit in the most painful, most gruesome way he could imagine.
The woman dropped onto the pile of pillows on Alexei’s bed, watched him disrobe, flinging each article of clothing Kirill’s way and giggling when his tunic struck him in the face. Kirill licked at the brief sting a metal button left on his mouth, and unnoticed crushed the tunic against his face before dropping it. He stared at Alexei, he ate him with his eyes, he breathed in his scent, he looked at him, in him …
The woman was laughing as Alexei pushed her flat on the bed and threw her gown up, threw her legs over his shoulders and kissed her belly. She smiled and tapped him on the shoulder, pointed. Kirill stood rooted to the spot Alexei left him in, frozen in wonder. Alexei raised an eyebrow at him and tilted his chin to the door,” Boots? Have you forgotten?”
Kirill snatched the kit up, grabbed a boot and glowered. He listened to the murmuring on the bed. He refused to look, staring at the boot in his hand instead. The springs squeaked and creaked as they moved about, the linens rustling and the woman laughed breathily, gasped, the squeaking of the springs increased until against his will he had to look up and saw that she was bent over Alexei, kissing noisily at his belly while he grinned down at her, and she licked wet, loud, sucking circles around his navel. Kirill could hear the lapping sound of her tongue hitting Alexei’s flesh, he could smell him and hear him moan when her lips closed around the tip of his cock. When her lips slid down and Alexei’s hips thrust up and he bared his teeth, Kirill struggled not to make a sound and lost.
He groaned when Alexei knelt in the bed and twisted her around, threw her gown over her head and all Kirill could see was her bottom in the air and Alexei’s cock pushing against her, sliding up the cleft …Kirill jammed the boot against his belly and viciously applied polish and watched the purple cock sink into her and pull back, wet and slick and Kirill applied more polish and ground the boot harder against him and his cock drooled steadily…he watched the muscles in Alexei’s buttocks clench and unclench as he thrust into her and he grabbed the boot brush and brushed savagely at the boot and rubbed the shaft against his cock and watched Alexei plunge in and out of her and he threw the boot down and stripped his cock viciously, his breath felt like fire in his throat and he grunted every time Alexei thrust.
When Alexei threw his head back and shook and groaned every muscle in Kirill’s body contracted, stars exploded in his head and lightning boiled through him and blew out of his cock—he caught his come in his hand, licked it quickly down as Alexei hung over the woman’s back, trembling and gasping out the end of his orgasm. When his breathing slowed to normal, he lifted his head and told Kirill, ”Dress. Leave. I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”
Dismissed, Kirill dressed and left the car. His chest felt pinched and painful, and his jaw clenched so tight he felt he’d never be able to move it again. He leaned against the wall, waited in the corridor until the woman left Alexei and made her way to her own car. He followed close behind and at the door she turned and smiled. “So, have you come to have a little fun of your own?” He didn’t answer, just looked at her until she sought to fill the silence “Come on then, I can give you what he got, we can always discuss gifts later--”
He pushed her back inside and slammed the door shut and threw her against the wall so hard her breath exploded from her lungs. He dropped down in front of her and ripped her skirt away and a long ragged strip of material pooled on the floor at her feet. He pressed his face into her wet curls and inhaled deeply before pushing his tongue into her. He pulled her legs apart and thrust tongue and fingers into her, curling his tongue into her heat and licking, sucking, pushing his tongue past the fingers that held her open, thrusting deeper into her. He pressed her hard against the wall with the other hand, fingers splayed against the soft smooth skin of her belly and he swelled again at the scent of Alexei lingering on her skin, in her—
Come dripped down her legs and he needed that, he needed every bit of Alexei he could find, he had to have it. He yanked open his pants and held himself and he was so hard it hurt, he fucked his hand and fucked her with his tongue-- he needed to taste him and smell him – he licked and bit at her thighs and bit until her moans of pleasure changed to cries of pain and he pumped into his hand faster, with his other he pressed harder and harder until he felt bone snap and splinter, something in her popped and gave softly under his hand and still he licked up the fluid from her thighs until no more ran and he shuddered as his cock leaped in his hand and spilled over the floor in front of her.
When he took his hand away, she slithered to the floor.
He stood and looked down at her. A prostitute…who would miss a prostitute, who would care…. looked at the carpet she was sprawled on.
He snapped bones and folded her into the carpet and she made a nice neat package, a warm memory of Cook folding apples up into squares of pastry dough drifted through his mind, and he lifted the bundle into his arms.
He made his way down the corridor, moving at inhuman speed so that he was a faint blur until he was at the last car. He walked out onto the railed platform, the raw wind ripping at him cooling him pleasantly. He drew in a deep breath and threw the bundle as hard and as far as he could. He watched the dark mass sail out through the air and turned, all interest gone.
She no longer concerned him—wolves or the elements would take care of her now, he thought as he licked his lips, tasted salt, copper, the woman and Alexei…he shuddered deep in his bones. Alexei….
More?
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11/14/04 04:03 am (UTC)yeah. "panic first and then grin sheepishly" yeah, that would be me, too. you set a good example. This is wonderful!
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11/14/04 04:54 am (UTC)That was VERY creepy.
And totally nasty.
And hot in a really nasty way....
He needs to snatch that little box and just RUN.
Then he can come back and...
*ahem*
*bounce*
Lurve it.
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11/14/04 05:58 am (UTC)He needs to snatch that little box and just RUN.
He wants that little box right where it is.*evol grin*
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11/14/04 06:35 am (UTC)Oh gods.
You are just Teh Evol.
Yes.
As your icon sez.
........
*makes me wanna pinch your cheeks!!*
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11/14/04 09:35 am (UTC)That was so wrong and disturbingly hot. This is the second girl Kirill has killed because she's fucked Alexei.
very good. I'm panting for more.
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11/14/04 04:52 pm (UTC)That was so wrong and disturbingly hot.
You flatter me beyond words! Thank you.
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11/14/04 10:37 am (UTC)EVIL! Mwahaha.
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11/14/04 01:14 pm (UTC)Alexei is so seeing how far he can push Kirill! The humiliation! The naken boot polishing -brilliant! And totally hot that Kirill was so turned on he couldn't even concentrate. Guhh!! And that scene with the woman? Kirill is building himself quite the (hot!) obsession isn't he? *EG* You dirty evol girl!! More!
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11/14/04 11:23 pm (UTC)Haaaaaaa!!!! Well, hells yeah! That would have been the proper reaction,for sure! *G*
I'm glad you like him. I'm having fun with it.
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11/15/04 08:44 am (UTC)Awesome!! Thanks!
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11/15/04 10:49 am (UTC)(p.s. do you think we'll ever see more of poor stable boy ivan? i miss him!!)
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11/15/04 01:01 pm (UTC)I looove your icon!
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11/17/04 06:28 am (UTC)It just fills my whole head full of Roxy! Fuck You suck! And then I have to wake up Mr.Roxy and make him make me feel better and ...wait. that's not much of a down side is it?
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4/6/05 04:55 pm (UTC)And then the rest.
OH WOW.
Perfect.
And isn't Alexei the clever one, hm??