Fire Bird and the Gray Wolf
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roxyMore of RussiaBizzaroWorld, or Fire Bird and The Gray Wolf, whatever you'd like to call it!
The previous parts are here, huddling together for warmth, or so they say.
FireBird
On the afternoon of the next day, they arrived in St.Petersburg, and the porters directed them to the area their luggage would be brought from the train.
Kirill slowly circled, looking around at the massive station platform. Smoke and steam blew out into the air, making him think of an underground palace – the home of dwarves, perhaps, as the smell of wet iron and of burning wood and fuel rode on the crisp air, and plumes of breath came from every mouth, mimicking the trains.
High over head great panels of leaded glass let in cold light that poured over everything below, lighting iron rafters and pillars, piles of luggage and a busy to and fro of people, more people in one place than he’d ever seen, more noise than he’d ever heard. The sounds of hundreds of voices echoing in the great space made his ears ring painfully, it took all his strength not to clap his hands over them. He grimaced anyway, the magical quality of the great icy space rapidly loosing its luster. Alexei touched him lightly on the shoulder and pointed to a massive stairway. The party made its way to the street, pursued by porters and their carts piled high with luggage.
At the street, Kirill found another miracle, and another reason to kill Boris.
Felix smiled at him so warmly that he felt it in his gut, and pointed to something amazing.
“Look here, my friend. Do you like this?” He ran his hand over the slick metal flank of a beautiful machine. It made Kirill’s eyes go wide in wonder—it was a closed carriage but, miracle indeed, it had no horses.
It roared and stank and was entirely beautiful. It crouched at the curb, vibrating as it growled. It gleamed a deep blood red, it’s lanterns and trim were silver and shone softly in the light, and called to him like a lover.
He was going to have one of these—many of these. He looked around himself and saw that other carriages rode the streets. He would do so; he would drive his own—soon, soon.
There was a driver for this vehicle, and Felix and the driver were bent over the open front of the car.
Alexei spoke softly in his ear. “This automobile needs no horse, that” he indicated the engine, ”drives it. Magnificent isn’t it?” He pulled away and climbed into the rear seat, Felix and Dmitri took the seat behind the driver. Kirill tore himself away from the sight of the driver so calmly and confidently pushing about in the guts of the machine, the man lifted his head and met Kirill’s eyes with a smirk, and kept them on him till he climbed into the car.
Once inside, Kirill leaned back against the deeply tufted leather seat and closed his eyes, sniffing appreciatively. The scent of leather and polished wood was familiar and comforting. There was a jerk and a rumble and then they were moving out into the street, people dashing out of their way and other cars blaring their horns at them. He was amazed at the speed and smoothness of the ride, it rivaled any carriage he’d ever been in.
He leaned his cheek against the pleasantly cold glass of the window and his breath bloomed against the pane. He sketched a bird shape into the frosted glass with a finger and smiled to himself. He exhaled against the glass and did it again—and looked up to see Alexei looking at him strangely for a moment before his face smoothed out into his normal expression of amused superiority....
Kirill hid his surprise. He recognized that expression. He’d seen it on his Uncle, softening his hawk-like features, and warming his eyes, it was on his face when he was whispering endearments to, and brushing down his favorite horse. He felt warm and angry at the same time. No one had ever looked at him like that before. What did it mean? He hadn’t done anything for him—why would he look at him like that?
His mouth filled with the taste of Alexei, and his cock hardened a little. He felt his cheeks flush and Alexei smirked and leaned back against the seat. “Come here, little thing. Sit closer to me.”
He patted the seat at his side and Kirill slid across to him. His breath came faster, what did he want of him—underneath there flowed a barely acknowledged thought—hope that he wanted something from him.
Alexei tilted Kirill’s head back, his leather gloves sliding against his cheek. “Amazing.” He tilted his head this way and that, and Kirill could hear a soft scrape as the stubble on his chin caught against the glove. “Completely amazing.”
He coaxed Kirill closer; pulling his fingers forward beneath his chin and than Alexei’s lips were nearly touching his. Warmth made his lips part and Kirill couldn’t keep his eyes open.
“So human,” Alexei murmured and touched the tip of his hot, hot tongue to Kirill’s lips and made him groan. He spoke and the air puffed out against his lip and dried it “You taste human.” He pressed harder until Kirill opened his mouth to him and his silky tongue glided in over his, stroked and slid over the inside of his mouth curling around his teeth and under his lip, seeking something…. He pulled back and Kirill gasped at the loss of contact.
“You feel human,” he said and Kirill’s stiff cock twitched. He couldn’t close his mouth completely and he was panting, fighting not to moan. He wanted more kisses; he wanted Alexei to look at him again like he was precious.
Alexei told him to open his coat, and Kirill swiftly complied. Alexei slid his gloved hand under his tunic and he shivered like he was going to fly apart—God.
“Mmmmh.” Alexei rubbed circles on his trembling stomach and coaxed his hips up. “Unbutton this.” he said and ran his knuckles down the fly of Kirill’s trousers. His cock strained to reach his hand through the layers of material, and Kirill had to restrain himself from ripping through them all.
His pants were open and the cloth pushed out of the way and Alexei touched him with his bare hand—he cried out at the touch of warm skin on his cock. He threw his hips up and pushed his pants down till they puddled on the floor. Alexei looked at him, licked his lips.
“You are beautiful, it’s true. Why? I wonder why a creature should look so like a man,” His hand was moving up and down on Kirill’s cock as he spoke and it leaped and jerked in his grip and he uttered a low and constant stream of moans and curses. His knees fanned out and he tried to fuck Alexei’s fist—“please, please, harder, faster,” he groaned, and pumped upwards into the hand that held him captive.
Pre-come poured steadily from the purple head and he grunted when Alexei pressed his thumb against the tip. His eyes rolled back when Alexei pressed his mouth over his and copied the thrust of Kirill’s hips with his tongue and ordered him to come….
He was going to die in the dark, flying higher and higher, he felt the heat of the sun in the blackness, caressing him, pulling him higher, his lungs fluttered with the effort to breathe and he was forgetting how to, the heat filled him, burned him, boiled his blood and his brains, knifed through his bowels and at last the fire that filled him came roaring through him, streaking down his spine, exploding in his belly and bursting out of his cock….
Spunk shot across his legs, his stomach and flowed over Alexei’s pumping fist and he shouted out for mercy and tried not to rip the seat leather to shreds.
He was half in the world and half out as the officer raised his hand to his mouth and sucked a finger between the beautiful lips that Kirill craved desperately, wanted on him all the time—Alexei made a small sound of surprise and licked at his hand, more and more eagerly until his hand was wet and shining and clean.
“Felix said nothing about that,” he mused, “ He turned his attention to Kirill again.
"You taste…good. Very good.” He stared at Kirill’s softening cock with something like regret.
“Citrus, and …something…” He leaned over and licked at him and Kirill gasped and trembled.
“Dress.” He waved at him and sat back again, staring out of the window. Kirill quickly did up his trousers and looked at Alexei with awe.
Boris was wrong. Wrong. He did have a soul. He’d always had a soul.
It was just that until this moment, he’d never had a God.
And let's see if I can *not* erase it this time damn it.
TBc.
The previous parts are here, huddling together for warmth, or so they say.
FireBird
On the afternoon of the next day, they arrived in St.Petersburg, and the porters directed them to the area their luggage would be brought from the train.
Kirill slowly circled, looking around at the massive station platform. Smoke and steam blew out into the air, making him think of an underground palace – the home of dwarves, perhaps, as the smell of wet iron and of burning wood and fuel rode on the crisp air, and plumes of breath came from every mouth, mimicking the trains.
High over head great panels of leaded glass let in cold light that poured over everything below, lighting iron rafters and pillars, piles of luggage and a busy to and fro of people, more people in one place than he’d ever seen, more noise than he’d ever heard. The sounds of hundreds of voices echoing in the great space made his ears ring painfully, it took all his strength not to clap his hands over them. He grimaced anyway, the magical quality of the great icy space rapidly loosing its luster. Alexei touched him lightly on the shoulder and pointed to a massive stairway. The party made its way to the street, pursued by porters and their carts piled high with luggage.
At the street, Kirill found another miracle, and another reason to kill Boris.
Felix smiled at him so warmly that he felt it in his gut, and pointed to something amazing.
“Look here, my friend. Do you like this?” He ran his hand over the slick metal flank of a beautiful machine. It made Kirill’s eyes go wide in wonder—it was a closed carriage but, miracle indeed, it had no horses.
It roared and stank and was entirely beautiful. It crouched at the curb, vibrating as it growled. It gleamed a deep blood red, it’s lanterns and trim were silver and shone softly in the light, and called to him like a lover.
He was going to have one of these—many of these. He looked around himself and saw that other carriages rode the streets. He would do so; he would drive his own—soon, soon.
There was a driver for this vehicle, and Felix and the driver were bent over the open front of the car.
Alexei spoke softly in his ear. “This automobile needs no horse, that” he indicated the engine, ”drives it. Magnificent isn’t it?” He pulled away and climbed into the rear seat, Felix and Dmitri took the seat behind the driver. Kirill tore himself away from the sight of the driver so calmly and confidently pushing about in the guts of the machine, the man lifted his head and met Kirill’s eyes with a smirk, and kept them on him till he climbed into the car.
Once inside, Kirill leaned back against the deeply tufted leather seat and closed his eyes, sniffing appreciatively. The scent of leather and polished wood was familiar and comforting. There was a jerk and a rumble and then they were moving out into the street, people dashing out of their way and other cars blaring their horns at them. He was amazed at the speed and smoothness of the ride, it rivaled any carriage he’d ever been in.
He leaned his cheek against the pleasantly cold glass of the window and his breath bloomed against the pane. He sketched a bird shape into the frosted glass with a finger and smiled to himself. He exhaled against the glass and did it again—and looked up to see Alexei looking at him strangely for a moment before his face smoothed out into his normal expression of amused superiority....
Kirill hid his surprise. He recognized that expression. He’d seen it on his Uncle, softening his hawk-like features, and warming his eyes, it was on his face when he was whispering endearments to, and brushing down his favorite horse. He felt warm and angry at the same time. No one had ever looked at him like that before. What did it mean? He hadn’t done anything for him—why would he look at him like that?
His mouth filled with the taste of Alexei, and his cock hardened a little. He felt his cheeks flush and Alexei smirked and leaned back against the seat. “Come here, little thing. Sit closer to me.”
He patted the seat at his side and Kirill slid across to him. His breath came faster, what did he want of him—underneath there flowed a barely acknowledged thought—hope that he wanted something from him.
Alexei tilted Kirill’s head back, his leather gloves sliding against his cheek. “Amazing.” He tilted his head this way and that, and Kirill could hear a soft scrape as the stubble on his chin caught against the glove. “Completely amazing.”
He coaxed Kirill closer; pulling his fingers forward beneath his chin and than Alexei’s lips were nearly touching his. Warmth made his lips part and Kirill couldn’t keep his eyes open.
“So human,” Alexei murmured and touched the tip of his hot, hot tongue to Kirill’s lips and made him groan. He spoke and the air puffed out against his lip and dried it “You taste human.” He pressed harder until Kirill opened his mouth to him and his silky tongue glided in over his, stroked and slid over the inside of his mouth curling around his teeth and under his lip, seeking something…. He pulled back and Kirill gasped at the loss of contact.
“You feel human,” he said and Kirill’s stiff cock twitched. He couldn’t close his mouth completely and he was panting, fighting not to moan. He wanted more kisses; he wanted Alexei to look at him again like he was precious.
Alexei told him to open his coat, and Kirill swiftly complied. Alexei slid his gloved hand under his tunic and he shivered like he was going to fly apart—God.
“Mmmmh.” Alexei rubbed circles on his trembling stomach and coaxed his hips up. “Unbutton this.” he said and ran his knuckles down the fly of Kirill’s trousers. His cock strained to reach his hand through the layers of material, and Kirill had to restrain himself from ripping through them all.
His pants were open and the cloth pushed out of the way and Alexei touched him with his bare hand—he cried out at the touch of warm skin on his cock. He threw his hips up and pushed his pants down till they puddled on the floor. Alexei looked at him, licked his lips.
“You are beautiful, it’s true. Why? I wonder why a creature should look so like a man,” His hand was moving up and down on Kirill’s cock as he spoke and it leaped and jerked in his grip and he uttered a low and constant stream of moans and curses. His knees fanned out and he tried to fuck Alexei’s fist—“please, please, harder, faster,” he groaned, and pumped upwards into the hand that held him captive.
Pre-come poured steadily from the purple head and he grunted when Alexei pressed his thumb against the tip. His eyes rolled back when Alexei pressed his mouth over his and copied the thrust of Kirill’s hips with his tongue and ordered him to come….
He was going to die in the dark, flying higher and higher, he felt the heat of the sun in the blackness, caressing him, pulling him higher, his lungs fluttered with the effort to breathe and he was forgetting how to, the heat filled him, burned him, boiled his blood and his brains, knifed through his bowels and at last the fire that filled him came roaring through him, streaking down his spine, exploding in his belly and bursting out of his cock….
Spunk shot across his legs, his stomach and flowed over Alexei’s pumping fist and he shouted out for mercy and tried not to rip the seat leather to shreds.
He was half in the world and half out as the officer raised his hand to his mouth and sucked a finger between the beautiful lips that Kirill craved desperately, wanted on him all the time—Alexei made a small sound of surprise and licked at his hand, more and more eagerly until his hand was wet and shining and clean.
“Felix said nothing about that,” he mused, “ He turned his attention to Kirill again.
"You taste…good. Very good.” He stared at Kirill’s softening cock with something like regret.
“Citrus, and …something…” He leaned over and licked at him and Kirill gasped and trembled.
“Dress.” He waved at him and sat back again, staring out of the window. Kirill quickly did up his trousers and looked at Alexei with awe.
Boris was wrong. Wrong. He did have a soul. He’d always had a soul.
It was just that until this moment, he’d never had a God.
And let's see if I can *not* erase it this time damn it.
TBc.
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11/22/04 02:41 am (UTC)Oh MAN.
And fuuuuuuuuuuck.
Woman, you slay me.
Boris was wrong. Wrong. He did have a soul. He’d always had a soul.
It was just that until this moment, he’d never had a God.
That is so damn HURTFUL, that's just gonna make him so very, very...sorry. And vulneralbe.
Ahhhhhhh!!!
Love this.
*snogs you*
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11/22/04 02:58 am (UTC)Alexei smirked and leaned back against the seat. “Come here, little thing. Sit closer to me.”
*melts*
It was just that until this moment, he’d never had a God.
Wow, that's brilliant.
This is so hot. I love the growing attraction between them.
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11/22/04 04:26 am (UTC)You flatter me insanely!
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11/22/04 06:43 am (UTC)I adored the opening descriptions!! Loved! Loved! Loved! The train station with its smells and noises and the crush of people to the drool-worthy description of Kirill's first sight of a car! You make my sensory craving soul pant in delight!!
And speaking of panting!! OMG! The handjob - so hot! Alexei's effect on Kirill just kills me each time, and now Alexei's moved beyond taunting to exploring... Whee!! I don't know how long he'll be able to hold out. And Kirill's discovery of his soul? Brilliant!! I'm wondering if this is the product of his manipulation by Alexei or something different... Don't tell me! I'm looking forward to seeing how things are revealed later! Love this story, Roxy!! And love you for your dirty, pervy, beautiful mind!
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4/6/05 05:04 pm (UTC)This is gonna hurt, isn't it?
As for right now, I am soaring with Kirill...
Gotta go shopping, darn RL, lol!!!