I'mmmm booooooored...
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roxy...and I feel like playing. I have about a bazallion words on Fire Bird finished --well, not really but it seems like it-- soooo...do I put it all up here tonight, or parcel it out or what? It's really about 3000, or less and puts me on the road to saying Good Night Sweet Prince to this little story. And ya'll know how I get. I'm counting on you to keep me off the bus to the seashore.
Fire Bird
The days passed in a blur for Kirill, there were dinners and theater, and walks and always plotting, planning.
And in the evening, he took whatever Alexei would let him have.
He’d had several dinners with Prince Felix and the Princess. She seemed a pleasant enough woman who knew her husband's plan and would play a part herself. Her relationship to her husband’s companions was interesting to say the least. The Duke and the Princess rarely spoke directly to one another—she spoke to Alexei not at all if it were possible. She watched him as if he were a barely tamed tiger.
Alexei in his turn returned her scrutiny and seemed to be amused by it, but to Kirill’s eyes it appeared Felix enjoyed it most.
Alexei sat waiting impatiently for the Princess to take her leave of them. They were always left in the study at the end of the evening, Irina kissing Felix carefully on the forehead and wishing him a pleasant evening, making a show of checking to see his brandy and cigars were ready before wishing the rest of the company good-night. She always lingered longest by Kirill and for him had the most genuine smile. It amused Alexei highly when he thought of it.
He alone knew that Kirill would kill her and everyone in the room with a smile if he needed to, he’d killed the prostitute on the train without an ounce of remorse and had come screaming when Alexei made him describe it as he stroked his cock. That had been most satisfying, he thought to himself.
As always Irina wished him goodnight and tried to avoid his eyes, he as always caught hers and stared into them until she squirmed. Felix never tried to stop the game, he enjoyed too much.
As soon as she closed the doors behind her this night, Alexei turned to Felix.
“Now let us put a finishing touch to these plans of yours, my Prince. We’ve talked around and around it and my patience is thin--I need to know what my charge is truly going to do.” He dropped his hand on Kirill’s knee and felt a tiny shudder go through him. It really was quite arousing—all he had to do was touch him in the briefest possible way and the creature was hard—whole days would go by that he could see the outline of his cock pressing against his trousers. It pleased him to torture him all day and then make him relieve himself at his feet. To see that great beautiful creature, groveling and begging him for relief…
The power in that alone was insanely arousing.
Felix wasted his breath in explaining once again why this plot was for the good of his Uncle and Aunt, and Dmitri kept his own counsel.
Alexei examined him unaware. He wondered thoughtfully if he might have to kill him. After all, his true duty was to defend and protect Felix—and Dmitri only by unspoken agreement. If Dmitri were any kind of threat to Felix after the death of the monk, well than he would be duty bound to eliminate him.
Unless of course there was a greater advantage in keeping Dmitri alive and ridding himself of Felix. Which would be a terrible, terrible waste—he liked fucking Felix. He was really quite extraordinary. It was like fucking a panther.
Felix in the meanwhile prattled on about having Irina lure Rasputin into the palace and keeping him entranced with his fascination for her—feeding him poisoned cakes and wine.
Good lord, that was so like Felix to take the theatrical route. Poisoned cakes—why not simply take him out to the woods, blow out his brains and bury him? Uncomplicated and quick. He sneered faintly as Felix elaborated on his assassination plot. Exactly. Felix would never go for uncomplicated when he could enact an epic drama starring himself.
He lit a cigar and let his mind wander as he waited for the part of the plan that actually called for him to do something.
Felix described how the poison would work, how Rasputin would die and than--he would be taken in one of the cars after he died to the river and shoved under the ice “and this is where you come in Alexei, you and Voronkov,” he heard and pulled himself back to the present.
“Ah?” Alexei tilted his dead back and blew a fat smoke ring above his head. He inclined his head towards Felix and smiled, all white teeth and icy blue eyes and enjoyed the little flare of interest in his eyes.
“Yes, you will drive the car and this young ox of a boy will handle the body.” He smiled “No one knows you, young Voronkov; no one would suspect your role.”
And the unspoken words? No one would care, you are a man with no real family or estate and no one would miss you in the depths of a prison or at the mercy of a firing squad. All loose ends tied neatly together whichever way the plot played out.
Alexei knew Boris Voronkov would get what he wanted whether Kirill survived or not. He also knew that Kirill’s survival lay entirely in his hands. He could return him, keep him, destroy him—the minute Boris released him into his hands he gave away his control of him. Unless, he chuckled, the creature was stupid enough to go back to Boris on his own. He turned ice blue eyes to examine the boy.
No—he wouldn’t be that stupid. He would stay here where Alexei wanted him. Alexei flinched. Where had that ridiculous thought come from? He stared narrowly at Kirill. He needed to stop that train of thought now. His eyes traveled up Kirill’s body and burned into him, and Kirill turned cloudy green eyes to him. Just the expression on his face, the look in his eyes told him Kirill was achingly hard, simply because he looked at him. He ignored his own heat.
Felix was speaking again—“Hmm? I’m sorry?” he asked, his eyes still on Kirill, whose features now were stiff and unreadable.
Felix—ah. He realized he had asked him for the pleasure of Kirill’s company in his study. He held the boy’s eyes and said yes, of course and watched the swirl of emotion in his eyes. There.
It had to know. It wasn’t a lover; he was a servant, an amusement. He smiled at Kirill and tried to walk away, but to his shock and horror he couldn’t. He stood rooted to the spot, looking into Kirill’s eyes. He shook himself angrily and turned to Felix, and Dmitri.
“Enjoy yourselves.” He waved at Kirill in a dismissive manner and smirked at him.
He left the study.
TBC, whenever you want! *snorf*
Fire Bird
The days passed in a blur for Kirill, there were dinners and theater, and walks and always plotting, planning.
And in the evening, he took whatever Alexei would let him have.
He’d had several dinners with Prince Felix and the Princess. She seemed a pleasant enough woman who knew her husband's plan and would play a part herself. Her relationship to her husband’s companions was interesting to say the least. The Duke and the Princess rarely spoke directly to one another—she spoke to Alexei not at all if it were possible. She watched him as if he were a barely tamed tiger.
Alexei in his turn returned her scrutiny and seemed to be amused by it, but to Kirill’s eyes it appeared Felix enjoyed it most.
Alexei sat waiting impatiently for the Princess to take her leave of them. They were always left in the study at the end of the evening, Irina kissing Felix carefully on the forehead and wishing him a pleasant evening, making a show of checking to see his brandy and cigars were ready before wishing the rest of the company good-night. She always lingered longest by Kirill and for him had the most genuine smile. It amused Alexei highly when he thought of it.
He alone knew that Kirill would kill her and everyone in the room with a smile if he needed to, he’d killed the prostitute on the train without an ounce of remorse and had come screaming when Alexei made him describe it as he stroked his cock. That had been most satisfying, he thought to himself.
As always Irina wished him goodnight and tried to avoid his eyes, he as always caught hers and stared into them until she squirmed. Felix never tried to stop the game, he enjoyed too much.
As soon as she closed the doors behind her this night, Alexei turned to Felix.
“Now let us put a finishing touch to these plans of yours, my Prince. We’ve talked around and around it and my patience is thin--I need to know what my charge is truly going to do.” He dropped his hand on Kirill’s knee and felt a tiny shudder go through him. It really was quite arousing—all he had to do was touch him in the briefest possible way and the creature was hard—whole days would go by that he could see the outline of his cock pressing against his trousers. It pleased him to torture him all day and then make him relieve himself at his feet. To see that great beautiful creature, groveling and begging him for relief…
The power in that alone was insanely arousing.
Felix wasted his breath in explaining once again why this plot was for the good of his Uncle and Aunt, and Dmitri kept his own counsel.
Alexei examined him unaware. He wondered thoughtfully if he might have to kill him. After all, his true duty was to defend and protect Felix—and Dmitri only by unspoken agreement. If Dmitri were any kind of threat to Felix after the death of the monk, well than he would be duty bound to eliminate him.
Unless of course there was a greater advantage in keeping Dmitri alive and ridding himself of Felix. Which would be a terrible, terrible waste—he liked fucking Felix. He was really quite extraordinary. It was like fucking a panther.
Felix in the meanwhile prattled on about having Irina lure Rasputin into the palace and keeping him entranced with his fascination for her—feeding him poisoned cakes and wine.
Good lord, that was so like Felix to take the theatrical route. Poisoned cakes—why not simply take him out to the woods, blow out his brains and bury him? Uncomplicated and quick. He sneered faintly as Felix elaborated on his assassination plot. Exactly. Felix would never go for uncomplicated when he could enact an epic drama starring himself.
He lit a cigar and let his mind wander as he waited for the part of the plan that actually called for him to do something.
Felix described how the poison would work, how Rasputin would die and than--he would be taken in one of the cars after he died to the river and shoved under the ice “and this is where you come in Alexei, you and Voronkov,” he heard and pulled himself back to the present.
“Ah?” Alexei tilted his dead back and blew a fat smoke ring above his head. He inclined his head towards Felix and smiled, all white teeth and icy blue eyes and enjoyed the little flare of interest in his eyes.
“Yes, you will drive the car and this young ox of a boy will handle the body.” He smiled “No one knows you, young Voronkov; no one would suspect your role.”
And the unspoken words? No one would care, you are a man with no real family or estate and no one would miss you in the depths of a prison or at the mercy of a firing squad. All loose ends tied neatly together whichever way the plot played out.
Alexei knew Boris Voronkov would get what he wanted whether Kirill survived or not. He also knew that Kirill’s survival lay entirely in his hands. He could return him, keep him, destroy him—the minute Boris released him into his hands he gave away his control of him. Unless, he chuckled, the creature was stupid enough to go back to Boris on his own. He turned ice blue eyes to examine the boy.
No—he wouldn’t be that stupid. He would stay here where Alexei wanted him. Alexei flinched. Where had that ridiculous thought come from? He stared narrowly at Kirill. He needed to stop that train of thought now. His eyes traveled up Kirill’s body and burned into him, and Kirill turned cloudy green eyes to him. Just the expression on his face, the look in his eyes told him Kirill was achingly hard, simply because he looked at him. He ignored his own heat.
Felix was speaking again—“Hmm? I’m sorry?” he asked, his eyes still on Kirill, whose features now were stiff and unreadable.
Felix—ah. He realized he had asked him for the pleasure of Kirill’s company in his study. He held the boy’s eyes and said yes, of course and watched the swirl of emotion in his eyes. There.
It had to know. It wasn’t a lover; he was a servant, an amusement. He smiled at Kirill and tried to walk away, but to his shock and horror he couldn’t. He stood rooted to the spot, looking into Kirill’s eyes. He shook himself angrily and turned to Felix, and Dmitri.
“Enjoy yourselves.” He waved at Kirill in a dismissive manner and smirked at him.
He left the study.
TBC, whenever you want! *snorf*
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11/28/04 07:50 am (UTC)*bounces impatiently* NOW! *whines* Pretty please? *kisskisskiss* With lots of sugar on top?
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11/28/04 10:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/30/04 11:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 08:41 am (UTC)HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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11/28/04 10:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 06:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 11:38 am (UTC)Poor Kirrill.
More please?
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11/28/04 05:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 02:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 05:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 06:23 pm (UTC)Damn that is so hot and so very very wrong! It's like you are channeling all my deepest darkest most repressed kinks!
Please tell me this isn't almost over! I can't live without my Firebird fixes!
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11/28/04 07:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/28/04 11:08 pm (UTC)Mind if I friend you?
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11/29/04 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/29/04 03:36 am (UTC)Haha!!
Again, with the evol.
You are so cool!
I love it!!
:)
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11/29/04 04:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/29/04 05:51 am (UTC)*preens*
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4/6/05 05:30 pm (UTC)Heeeee!!!
That's right, Alexei!!
Squirm the stoic, squirm!!
*eg*