Fire Bird And the Gray Wolf
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roxyAnd more of Russkies On Ice! Thrill to the pagent of sychronized skating--They swoop, they whirl, they...oh? No skating? Not even a little? Pity. Everythings better on ice...
Previous Parts are here, watching skinny wolves circle about them, chubby cheeks quaking in fear, and wishing they'd kept drinking that 'Dick Gregory'*
*if you were really old, too, you'd be snorting with laughter.
Fire Bird
Kirill felt a strange pain radiating out from his chest and sinking onto his bones. It was almost frightening, this feeling. Could it be a piece of the crystal?
He looked at the pair opposite him and knew he had no choice. What Alexei wanted was what he wanted, he told himself.
Felix called him over to stand next to Dmitri and himself and he watched as they disrobed, disrobed himself at Felix’s command.
He watched them kiss, and unwillingly his cock hardened again.
Dmitri kissed the length of Felix’s neck, across his chest and licked and bit at a reddening nipple, his eyes on Kirill. His cock leaked on Felix’s thigh, and Felix smeared his finger through it, brought it to his lips, and Kirill shuddered and his mouth watered remembering the taste of Alexei. Dmitri pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the sofa and he slowly sank to his knees in front of them.
*****
Alexei made himself comfortable in the sitting room, idly skimming through a book and sipping a small glass of vodka. He liked vodka, it was clear and sharp and nothing could be hidden in it. There were no mysteries in vodka, you drank it to forget. You drank it to swim loose from your concerns for a little time. He leaned back in his chair and cast a brief glance at the clock on the mantle before returning to his book.
******
Felix reached out a hand and wrapped fingers around Kirill, slowly moving them up and down his stiffening erection. Dmitri continued to trace his tongue the length of Felix’s body, and Kirill was mesmerized by the slow waves that flowed through Felix, his gasps as Dmitri found a sensitive spot and worried it, the lazy movement of his cock when he arched his hips. Kirill began to breath heavier—
******
Alexei rose and replaced the book in the bookcase, it wasn’t interesting him tonight, and he scanned the other titles—nothing peaked his interest there. He moved about the apartment straightening pillows on the sofa, folding and refolding the fur blanket there…he straightened the glasses in the small bar and lined the bottles up like soldiers, and he still wasn’t satisfied. He glanced at the clock on the mantle and refilled his glass.
******
Kirill groaned as Dmitri engulfed him, slid down his cock until his nose rubbed in the curls at the base. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, gave himself up to the sensation of the man’s mouth as he bobbed up and down on him. He concentrated on the wet sound of Dmitri’s mouth struggling to contain him, the gentle murmur of Felix encouraging him, hard fingers scrambling across his thighs as Dmitri pulled him in, made him thrust. He heard a rustle of heavy material and then he felt a hot tongue run up his sweating thighs, and Dmitri dug strong fingers into his ass, granting access to the questing tongue. For a moment all he was aware of was liquid fire poured into that tight ring of muscle, and then his gut clenched and he could feel his cock swell even more in Dmitri’s mouth, and he lost his battle to keep silent.
******
The first thing Alexei broke was the clock, swept off the mantle to smash into pieces against the tiles surrounding the fireplace. He threw the carefully straightened glasses one by one into the fireplace and listened to the sound of crystal exploding with joy. He ignored the gash a flying piece opened on his cheek, and contemplated throwing the decanters into the fireplace after them. His eyes were wild as he watched the flames leap and twist – he wiped his dripping cheek and licked his fingers clean and thought about Kirill. He dug the pad of his thumb into the cut and wondered what he could do with the items in the box. He walked towards the bedroom humming as he tongued and cleaned the blood from his thumb.
******
Kirill hung over Felix, sweat ran down his face into his mouth, he groaned and flexed inside the heat of him. He was sheathed tightly in a glove of hot flesh and he’d never experienced so pure a feeling. Felix shook when he moved and hissed out his name, his hands grasped Kirill’s forearms and he began to move himself onto Kirill’s cock. The pleasure was so intense it was nearly pain and the broken sounds Felix made drove the pleasure higher,
Kirill watched Felix’s face—the beautiful lips were drawn tight against his teeth, his tongue licked out from time to time and swept away sweat beaded up on the pink mouth, his blue blue eyes were navy now, his skin ivory and rose in the glow of the Moroccan lamps.
******
“Look how beautiful he is," Dmitri’s hot breath blew over his cheek, his teeth scraped along his neck. “Look how hard he is for you—he begs you for it-- fuck him, fuck the bitch--” Kirill shook uncontrollably and he slid deeper into Felix, he was pushed into him by the force of Dmitri’s slow, torturous drive into him—Dmitri’s cock filled him and hurt him and made him cry out in ecstasy when he nudged a spot that made stars fill his body and heat filled him and heat swallowed him—it was like being suspended for an eternity halfway between pleasure and pain-- his cock flexed and Felix tightened on him-- he cried out when Dmitri snapped his hips forward. Sweat dripped from him to spatter on Felix, and he felt Dmitri bite down on him so hard a man’s skin would have split and poured blood. The image made him shudder from heads to toe and he drove into Felix hard, and Dmitri howled low in his ear as he clamped around his jerking cock. Kirill moaned and fucked Felix in abandon, in his mind he drove into Alexei, who howled and begged for mercy as he fucked him hard, harder, until tears ran down his face and he blessed Kirill and came on his stomach—and Felix yelled and called out for Dmitri as his cock spurt come across Kirill’s quivering stomach, on his chest—Dmitri laughed and “Yes,” he panted, “Yes,” and came groaning when Kirill’s body spasmed and clamped down tight on him in the throes of his own orgasm--- Kirill bit savagely into his lip to maintain silence.
******
Alexei yanked the carved wooden box from the cabinet in the bedroom and ripped open the lid. He dumped the contents onto the bed. “Freak,” he chanted, “monster, freak, creature.” He grinned, a twisted perversion of his usual cool and sardonic look, and began separating out the contents of the box. A long length of too thin cord slithered to the floor at his feet. Unremarkable cord save for the crystals woven into its length. He smiled and drew it through his hands, and looked again at the bed. The pair of interesting gloves caught his eye, and he dropped the rope to touch them.
He knocked the box aside and as he did so a little hidden drawer popped open, and inside was small velvet wrapped bindle. Alexei took the bundle out and opened the fabric and in his hand was a tiny set of knives carved from crystal. Each knife was no longer than his index finger and no wider; the blades were impossibly thin for being made from the green crystal. They shone in the dim light and Alexei thought they were beautiful. As beautiful as the boy himself.
He prepared a few items and went to sit in the living room— he felt no restlessness now, now he was ready.
tbc, so soon it's like magic!
Previous Parts are here, watching skinny wolves circle about them, chubby cheeks quaking in fear, and wishing they'd kept drinking that 'Dick Gregory'*
*if you were really old, too, you'd be snorting with laughter.
Fire Bird
Kirill felt a strange pain radiating out from his chest and sinking onto his bones. It was almost frightening, this feeling. Could it be a piece of the crystal?
He looked at the pair opposite him and knew he had no choice. What Alexei wanted was what he wanted, he told himself.
Felix called him over to stand next to Dmitri and himself and he watched as they disrobed, disrobed himself at Felix’s command.
He watched them kiss, and unwillingly his cock hardened again.
Dmitri kissed the length of Felix’s neck, across his chest and licked and bit at a reddening nipple, his eyes on Kirill. His cock leaked on Felix’s thigh, and Felix smeared his finger through it, brought it to his lips, and Kirill shuddered and his mouth watered remembering the taste of Alexei. Dmitri pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the sofa and he slowly sank to his knees in front of them.
*****
Alexei made himself comfortable in the sitting room, idly skimming through a book and sipping a small glass of vodka. He liked vodka, it was clear and sharp and nothing could be hidden in it. There were no mysteries in vodka, you drank it to forget. You drank it to swim loose from your concerns for a little time. He leaned back in his chair and cast a brief glance at the clock on the mantle before returning to his book.
******
Felix reached out a hand and wrapped fingers around Kirill, slowly moving them up and down his stiffening erection. Dmitri continued to trace his tongue the length of Felix’s body, and Kirill was mesmerized by the slow waves that flowed through Felix, his gasps as Dmitri found a sensitive spot and worried it, the lazy movement of his cock when he arched his hips. Kirill began to breath heavier—
******
Alexei rose and replaced the book in the bookcase, it wasn’t interesting him tonight, and he scanned the other titles—nothing peaked his interest there. He moved about the apartment straightening pillows on the sofa, folding and refolding the fur blanket there…he straightened the glasses in the small bar and lined the bottles up like soldiers, and he still wasn’t satisfied. He glanced at the clock on the mantle and refilled his glass.
******
Kirill groaned as Dmitri engulfed him, slid down his cock until his nose rubbed in the curls at the base. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, gave himself up to the sensation of the man’s mouth as he bobbed up and down on him. He concentrated on the wet sound of Dmitri’s mouth struggling to contain him, the gentle murmur of Felix encouraging him, hard fingers scrambling across his thighs as Dmitri pulled him in, made him thrust. He heard a rustle of heavy material and then he felt a hot tongue run up his sweating thighs, and Dmitri dug strong fingers into his ass, granting access to the questing tongue. For a moment all he was aware of was liquid fire poured into that tight ring of muscle, and then his gut clenched and he could feel his cock swell even more in Dmitri’s mouth, and he lost his battle to keep silent.
******
The first thing Alexei broke was the clock, swept off the mantle to smash into pieces against the tiles surrounding the fireplace. He threw the carefully straightened glasses one by one into the fireplace and listened to the sound of crystal exploding with joy. He ignored the gash a flying piece opened on his cheek, and contemplated throwing the decanters into the fireplace after them. His eyes were wild as he watched the flames leap and twist – he wiped his dripping cheek and licked his fingers clean and thought about Kirill. He dug the pad of his thumb into the cut and wondered what he could do with the items in the box. He walked towards the bedroom humming as he tongued and cleaned the blood from his thumb.
******
Kirill hung over Felix, sweat ran down his face into his mouth, he groaned and flexed inside the heat of him. He was sheathed tightly in a glove of hot flesh and he’d never experienced so pure a feeling. Felix shook when he moved and hissed out his name, his hands grasped Kirill’s forearms and he began to move himself onto Kirill’s cock. The pleasure was so intense it was nearly pain and the broken sounds Felix made drove the pleasure higher,
Kirill watched Felix’s face—the beautiful lips were drawn tight against his teeth, his tongue licked out from time to time and swept away sweat beaded up on the pink mouth, his blue blue eyes were navy now, his skin ivory and rose in the glow of the Moroccan lamps.
******
“Look how beautiful he is," Dmitri’s hot breath blew over his cheek, his teeth scraped along his neck. “Look how hard he is for you—he begs you for it-- fuck him, fuck the bitch--” Kirill shook uncontrollably and he slid deeper into Felix, he was pushed into him by the force of Dmitri’s slow, torturous drive into him—Dmitri’s cock filled him and hurt him and made him cry out in ecstasy when he nudged a spot that made stars fill his body and heat filled him and heat swallowed him—it was like being suspended for an eternity halfway between pleasure and pain-- his cock flexed and Felix tightened on him-- he cried out when Dmitri snapped his hips forward. Sweat dripped from him to spatter on Felix, and he felt Dmitri bite down on him so hard a man’s skin would have split and poured blood. The image made him shudder from heads to toe and he drove into Felix hard, and Dmitri howled low in his ear as he clamped around his jerking cock. Kirill moaned and fucked Felix in abandon, in his mind he drove into Alexei, who howled and begged for mercy as he fucked him hard, harder, until tears ran down his face and he blessed Kirill and came on his stomach—and Felix yelled and called out for Dmitri as his cock spurt come across Kirill’s quivering stomach, on his chest—Dmitri laughed and “Yes,” he panted, “Yes,” and came groaning when Kirill’s body spasmed and clamped down tight on him in the throes of his own orgasm--- Kirill bit savagely into his lip to maintain silence.
******
Alexei yanked the carved wooden box from the cabinet in the bedroom and ripped open the lid. He dumped the contents onto the bed. “Freak,” he chanted, “monster, freak, creature.” He grinned, a twisted perversion of his usual cool and sardonic look, and began separating out the contents of the box. A long length of too thin cord slithered to the floor at his feet. Unremarkable cord save for the crystals woven into its length. He smiled and drew it through his hands, and looked again at the bed. The pair of interesting gloves caught his eye, and he dropped the rope to touch them.
He knocked the box aside and as he did so a little hidden drawer popped open, and inside was small velvet wrapped bindle. Alexei took the bundle out and opened the fabric and in his hand was a tiny set of knives carved from crystal. Each knife was no longer than his index finger and no wider; the blades were impossibly thin for being made from the green crystal. They shone in the dim light and Alexei thought they were beautiful. As beautiful as the boy himself.
He prepared a few items and went to sit in the living room— he felt no restlessness now, now he was ready.
tbc, so soon it's like magic!
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11/29/04 05:57 pm (UTC)So hot!
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12/3/04 01:24 am (UTC)