Porn with that borscht?
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roxyThis was supposed to come to you sooner, but with both the children home, and Mr.Roxy finding a new on-line game-- well,let's just say I'm eyeing Clubby a bit more now.Unfortunately my family are not afraid of a picture of a golf club *sigh*Maybe if I made snarly faces too.
Previous Parts are here,making clever little dolls that fit inside each other, see? ooo...wait, they aren't supposed to fit like that...hokey smokes.
Fire Bird And Gray Wolf
The cars stopped in the great marble porch of a magnificent palace--This was the fairy tale castle of his childhood. Here was a palace of gods, Zeus would make his home here in comfort, he thought. He stood on shaky legs on the street as the Prince and Grand Duke passed him with knowing smiles—he took no notice of them. His whole attention was drawn to the palace.
The building seemed to soar off into the air; he thought his Uncle’s dacha could be multiplied by ten and still have room for more inside the palace.
Servants swept toward them to relieve them of bags and show the Prince to his waiting retinue, the Duke trailing him idly. Alexei snorted shortly and gestured briskly for Kirill to follow him.
Kirill stared about him in undisguised awe as understanding dawned.
So this was what his Uncle was willing to bargain Kirill’s life and his body for, a place here among these people? He nodded to himself.
Yes--- one could yearn after this all ones life after having it and then being torn from it. He would have made the bargain too.
He followed Alexei up a staircase that reached to the heavens, as beautiful as if it had come from the hands of saints. Pure white marble dazzled the eye and flooded the senses, statues leaned languidly in their ornate niches, the thick Persian rug running the center of the treads ate up all sound, no noise came from their footfall.
Kirill drank in the sight; he wanted to drown himself in the beauty. It *was* heaven, a part of heaven, the vaulted ceiling with its carved arches hung over him as if to enfold him in its embrace, as beautiful as Alexei, just as perfect, as smooth and cold as ice. He stopped and closed his eyes and shuddered in the grip of ecstasy.
Alexei prodded him, urged him along, and scowled. “You’ll have time to look at all this shit later—I’m tired and I want to wash and lay down now.“
He moved forward swiftly, whatever good mood he’d been in on the journey evaporated now that they were home. “I have too much to do ahead of me, I need a clear head.”
The servant with them hurried ahead of Alexei, opening the door to his apartment and bowed hurriedly out of his way. The men behind them deposited the cases in the rear of the rooms and quietly left.
“Dinner will be at seven, sir,” the man said and Alexei dismissed him. He looked at Kirill blankly. “You can unpack the suitcases later.”
Kirill glared. Why did he have to do it? Didn’t he understand that things had changed for them? He was ready to die for him but – he was much more than a servant. How could he not realize that? He growled under his breath and his hands clenched.
“Sit,” Alexei snapped at Kirill and pointed at a large leather chair facing a fireplace. “And close your mouth, you’ve played the country cousin enough for today.”
His hand slid into his pocket when Kirill whirled on him, his rather sharp white teeth exposed as he snapped his mouth closed, and a flash of defiance that was habit he couldn’t suppress flowed through him.
“In case you feel the desire to disobey…” Alexei pulled his hand out of his pocket and held up his closed fist to show Kirill.
Kirill backed up quickly, his mouth drying, and his stomach feeling queasy. Of course, he recognized the feel of one of his Uncle’s toys. He tried not to feel anything. He hated the crystal so much, it twisted his gut and turned his blood to water and he wanted it too, it made his cock heavy, sometimes it made him hate himself even more than he hated Boris.
“Yes, beautiful monster. I have many different gifts from your Uncle.” He opened his hand as though he held an object of wonder on his palm and reflection from the crystal cast a green glow to his skin, he examined the thing with complete absorption. The desire to know it, understand it lit a fire in him. Curiosity radiated from him and Kirill noted the intense gaze he turned on him was the same he’d looked on the stone with.
Alexei smiled. “What a creative man, for the pile of horse turds he is.” he said, his eyes sparkling at Kirill and filling his world even as he struggled for breath, his chest heaving violently. He couldn’t move his eyes from the glittering blue eyes locked on his even as a crushing band of fire wrapped tighter and tighter around his ribs.
It must be a large piece of crystal, to make him feel so much pain, he thought and he groaned and trembled. “Please,” he begged hoarsely, not really certain what he begged for….
"Kirill, Kirill,” Alexei nearly sang, “What did you think you were going to do, hmm? We’re going to have to make it plain what your role is, what your place is here, little one,” he laughed. "You need to know who the master is.”
And Kirill’s heart ached in his burning chest--- he dropped his head. He’d nearly disobeyed the god.
He dropped to his knees, holding out his hands to Alexei, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise. He cocked his head in interest and motioned him closer and he crawled clumsily on his knees towards him.
Kirill wanted to be forgiven or maybe to be punished; he wanted to know what he was to Alexei. The over-whelming truth in his life now was this, he needed Alexei, he didn’t just desire him. He felt now if he were to be apart from him, he’d die as surely as being impaled on a spike of the green crystal. He crawled close and pressed his face against him, rubbed his cheek against his thigh the smell of Alexei filled him like wine and made his head swim, made his mouth water. He groaned deep in his throat when the strong elegant fingers threaded trough his hair and traced the shell of his ear.
“Yes, you. Beg for it,” He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled himself out. "Do you want to touch me?”
Kirill shook, beyond the ability to speak, he moaned, he nodded; he looked up at Alexei with eyes full of pain and desire and something ancient and frightening. Alexei hesitated, and then against all sanity, put the piece of crystal back in the lead holder in his pocket, and Kirill gasped at his sudden release from the chains of pain.
“Now do you want to touch me? Do you want to use your hands, your mouth? Do you want to make me come, little thing, mine?"
The tone of voice was meant to be bantering but it was a little breathless, shook a little and the look Alexei received was wild and hot and helpless.
He frowned and looked a little puzzled as though he were seeing something which should not be possible
“God—yes, yes,” Kirill sobbed in response to Alexei’s question, “Yes, I need to.” He was lost, he was blind, he was deaf to anything that wasn’t Alexei. He spread his shaking fingers around the hot throbbing cock, and felt Alexei fight to remain soundless, not to move. Alexei’s velvety skin over the iron was hot but Kirill burned for him, he knew the touch of his mouth would be hotter.
Everything he’d ever had to do for Boris he brought to bear on Alexei. He prayed to him with his mouth, and his tongue. He prayed with every thrust he opened his throat to, with every clench of his fingers on the smooth muscular ass, he used every bit of skill he had to gain the essence of his god, he drank it down and tears leaked out of his eyes unnoticed. He slowly moved his fingers over the clenched bud hidden between, begging for entrance and Alexei sighed agreement, and groaned as Kirill’s finger slid slowly into the softening muscle.
When Alexei came, Kirill felt that he’d finally stopped dying slowly day by day and came himself in rapture at the completion of his worship.
tbc
Previous Parts are here,making clever little dolls that fit inside each other, see? ooo...wait, they aren't supposed to fit like that...hokey smokes.
Fire Bird And Gray Wolf
The cars stopped in the great marble porch of a magnificent palace--This was the fairy tale castle of his childhood. Here was a palace of gods, Zeus would make his home here in comfort, he thought. He stood on shaky legs on the street as the Prince and Grand Duke passed him with knowing smiles—he took no notice of them. His whole attention was drawn to the palace.
The building seemed to soar off into the air; he thought his Uncle’s dacha could be multiplied by ten and still have room for more inside the palace.
Servants swept toward them to relieve them of bags and show the Prince to his waiting retinue, the Duke trailing him idly. Alexei snorted shortly and gestured briskly for Kirill to follow him.
Kirill stared about him in undisguised awe as understanding dawned.
So this was what his Uncle was willing to bargain Kirill’s life and his body for, a place here among these people? He nodded to himself.
Yes--- one could yearn after this all ones life after having it and then being torn from it. He would have made the bargain too.
He followed Alexei up a staircase that reached to the heavens, as beautiful as if it had come from the hands of saints. Pure white marble dazzled the eye and flooded the senses, statues leaned languidly in their ornate niches, the thick Persian rug running the center of the treads ate up all sound, no noise came from their footfall.
Kirill drank in the sight; he wanted to drown himself in the beauty. It *was* heaven, a part of heaven, the vaulted ceiling with its carved arches hung over him as if to enfold him in its embrace, as beautiful as Alexei, just as perfect, as smooth and cold as ice. He stopped and closed his eyes and shuddered in the grip of ecstasy.
Alexei prodded him, urged him along, and scowled. “You’ll have time to look at all this shit later—I’m tired and I want to wash and lay down now.“
He moved forward swiftly, whatever good mood he’d been in on the journey evaporated now that they were home. “I have too much to do ahead of me, I need a clear head.”
The servant with them hurried ahead of Alexei, opening the door to his apartment and bowed hurriedly out of his way. The men behind them deposited the cases in the rear of the rooms and quietly left.
“Dinner will be at seven, sir,” the man said and Alexei dismissed him. He looked at Kirill blankly. “You can unpack the suitcases later.”
Kirill glared. Why did he have to do it? Didn’t he understand that things had changed for them? He was ready to die for him but – he was much more than a servant. How could he not realize that? He growled under his breath and his hands clenched.
“Sit,” Alexei snapped at Kirill and pointed at a large leather chair facing a fireplace. “And close your mouth, you’ve played the country cousin enough for today.”
His hand slid into his pocket when Kirill whirled on him, his rather sharp white teeth exposed as he snapped his mouth closed, and a flash of defiance that was habit he couldn’t suppress flowed through him.
“In case you feel the desire to disobey…” Alexei pulled his hand out of his pocket and held up his closed fist to show Kirill.
Kirill backed up quickly, his mouth drying, and his stomach feeling queasy. Of course, he recognized the feel of one of his Uncle’s toys. He tried not to feel anything. He hated the crystal so much, it twisted his gut and turned his blood to water and he wanted it too, it made his cock heavy, sometimes it made him hate himself even more than he hated Boris.
“Yes, beautiful monster. I have many different gifts from your Uncle.” He opened his hand as though he held an object of wonder on his palm and reflection from the crystal cast a green glow to his skin, he examined the thing with complete absorption. The desire to know it, understand it lit a fire in him. Curiosity radiated from him and Kirill noted the intense gaze he turned on him was the same he’d looked on the stone with.
Alexei smiled. “What a creative man, for the pile of horse turds he is.” he said, his eyes sparkling at Kirill and filling his world even as he struggled for breath, his chest heaving violently. He couldn’t move his eyes from the glittering blue eyes locked on his even as a crushing band of fire wrapped tighter and tighter around his ribs.
It must be a large piece of crystal, to make him feel so much pain, he thought and he groaned and trembled. “Please,” he begged hoarsely, not really certain what he begged for….
"Kirill, Kirill,” Alexei nearly sang, “What did you think you were going to do, hmm? We’re going to have to make it plain what your role is, what your place is here, little one,” he laughed. "You need to know who the master is.”
And Kirill’s heart ached in his burning chest--- he dropped his head. He’d nearly disobeyed the god.
He dropped to his knees, holding out his hands to Alexei, whose eyes widened slightly in surprise. He cocked his head in interest and motioned him closer and he crawled clumsily on his knees towards him.
Kirill wanted to be forgiven or maybe to be punished; he wanted to know what he was to Alexei. The over-whelming truth in his life now was this, he needed Alexei, he didn’t just desire him. He felt now if he were to be apart from him, he’d die as surely as being impaled on a spike of the green crystal. He crawled close and pressed his face against him, rubbed his cheek against his thigh the smell of Alexei filled him like wine and made his head swim, made his mouth water. He groaned deep in his throat when the strong elegant fingers threaded trough his hair and traced the shell of his ear.
“Yes, you. Beg for it,” He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled himself out. "Do you want to touch me?”
Kirill shook, beyond the ability to speak, he moaned, he nodded; he looked up at Alexei with eyes full of pain and desire and something ancient and frightening. Alexei hesitated, and then against all sanity, put the piece of crystal back in the lead holder in his pocket, and Kirill gasped at his sudden release from the chains of pain.
“Now do you want to touch me? Do you want to use your hands, your mouth? Do you want to make me come, little thing, mine?"
The tone of voice was meant to be bantering but it was a little breathless, shook a little and the look Alexei received was wild and hot and helpless.
He frowned and looked a little puzzled as though he were seeing something which should not be possible
“God—yes, yes,” Kirill sobbed in response to Alexei’s question, “Yes, I need to.” He was lost, he was blind, he was deaf to anything that wasn’t Alexei. He spread his shaking fingers around the hot throbbing cock, and felt Alexei fight to remain soundless, not to move. Alexei’s velvety skin over the iron was hot but Kirill burned for him, he knew the touch of his mouth would be hotter.
Everything he’d ever had to do for Boris he brought to bear on Alexei. He prayed to him with his mouth, and his tongue. He prayed with every thrust he opened his throat to, with every clench of his fingers on the smooth muscular ass, he used every bit of skill he had to gain the essence of his god, he drank it down and tears leaked out of his eyes unnoticed. He slowly moved his fingers over the clenched bud hidden between, begging for entrance and Alexei sighed agreement, and groaned as Kirill’s finger slid slowly into the softening muscle.
When Alexei came, Kirill felt that he’d finally stopped dying slowly day by day and came himself in rapture at the completion of his worship.
tbc
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11/28/04 03:14 am (UTC)And, Damn! Kirill makes a fine devotee of this god.
Roxy, you treat us so good with all your WiPs that keep rolling out!
Yay!!! *hugs*
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11/28/04 06:26 am (UTC)More, please.
:)
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11/28/04 06:27 am (UTC)Perfect as always. I love this turn of events and all the hottness that comes along with it!
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11/28/04 11:31 am (UTC)The tone of voice was meant to be bantering but it was a little breathless, shook a little and the look Alexei received was wild and hot and helpless.
He frowned and looked a little puzzled as though he were seeing something which should not be possible
“God—yes, yes,” Kirill sobbed in response to Alexei’s question, “Yes, I need to.” He was lost, he was blind, he was deaf to anything that wasn’t Alexei. He spread his shaking fingers around the hot throbbing cock, and felt Alexei fight to remain soundless, not to move. Alexei’s velvety skin over the iron was hot but Kirill burned for him, he knew the touch of his mouth would be hotter.
Oh, god!
*melts into a sticky puddle*
This is probably the hottest chapter so far, I love it.
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4/6/05 05:12 pm (UTC)*rushes off*
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