Russian Madness
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roxyYaY! I feel accomplished! I have done the housework, found the dog, who, in a fit of insanity, decided to run away from home. Idiot. Forced me to run about the neighborhood in jammie bottoms and Superman hoodie. Oh well. It's not like the neighbors don't know I'm crazy. I just hate proving it to them over and over.Or maybe I'm like a public service...giving them something to bond over after dinner. Yes! I'm like the Jimmy Carter of Whackos, doing good works. And writing porn! Wow. *stops to admire self* I'm so...helpful!
I feel so good, I'm going to drop the next bit of Fire Bird.*all happy*
Previous Parts are here, wondering why life is a vale of tears, and death reaches out for all, wanting to drag us into a yawning pit of despair and...oooo! Hot cocoa!
Fire Bird
Kirill opened the door to Alexei’s apartment as silently as he could, he didn’t want to disturb him if he was sleeping—and suddenly the nerves in his already tender lip flared with piercing pain, and blood sprayed out onto his chin as his head snapped around. When his eyes were clear again he was on his back and Alexei’s face was hanging over him, a beautiful snarl on his lips and the hand enclosed in a glove dropping back out of a high arc to smash against his cheek. He heard the bone snap and a second later felt it as a bloom of fire ripping through him, he cried out and Alexei smacked him hard in the mouth, grunting with the force, “Shut up, you.”
His eyes were ablaze as he yanked Kirill to his feet by a handful of hair and Kirill was torn between vomiting with fear and crying at his majesty. He dropped to his knees and Alexei smashed his fist against his shoulder, and against his back when he fell to hands and knees, he beat him over and over and Kirill retched and shook, Alexei’s harsh voice kept him tethered to awareness, he spoke and beat him and spoke and beat him.
Over and over, “My boots,” he shouted and kicked him in the ribs and pain blinded him momentarily, “My sword--” he snapped Kirill’s head to one side with a backhanded slap of the heavy crystal studded glove—
“My horse—my boy, all of it damn it, all of it--*mine*! All of it and you--my fucking property!”
Kirill panted, trying desperately to breathe around the pain— and then he was being dragged across the wooden floor, trying not to fall to his face, scrabbling like a crab to keep up with Alexei.
Alexei muttered to himself as he looped the cord around the heavy bedposts, and Kirill lay on his side and tried to still his heaving stomach. He was afraid to vomit—he didn’t know what to expect from Alexei. He was so angry, raging, and there was nothing Kirill could do to protect himself except to give him what he wanted. He wanted his pain and he could only make the sacrifice.
Into the cords—tied hands and feet and spread wide like a butchered lamb. Alexei smiled at him and displayed the velvet bundle and he shivered, his eyes rolling shut. He knew which toys these were.
He remembered Ivan lying in the straw and laced with thin red lines—he remembered licking those lines, reopening them with his teeth as the boy shook and cried…
His cock slapped upwards against his stomach and Alexei laughed. He took one of the gently glowing knives and traced a single long looping line from between Kirill’s shoulders to right above his cleft; blood rolled into the cleft and down, he could feel its heat pooling against his hole, and Alexei teased the knife slowly, slowly downward as Kirill shook…
“Afraid, my pet, my special one? I would be in your place…there’s nothing to stop me from killing you, is there?” He slid the blood slick blade up again, his tongue tracing the path of the crystal knife.
Kirill shook his head and groaned “Please.”
Alexei slowly drew the knife in a big arc across his back and touched the line, traced it with his fingers. It burned like fire and Kirill sobbed aloud and his cock swept a wet and glistening line along his thigh. Alexei sucked scarlet painted fingers into his mouth and smiled around them. He brought his face to Kirill’s and breathed out the scent of his own blood into his nose, and kissed him as he tightened a loop around the quivering boys neck.
Alexei climbed onto the bed behind him and leaned all his weight against him, kissing along the red arc as the loops around his throat tightened….
His head swam and his throat burned, blackness eased in around the edge of his vision, and he felt his lungs flutter, beg for air.
Alexei slicked himself and yanked Kirill back against him, impaling him on his cock in one move, shouting out against his ear. He dragged Kirill’s head back with a tight grip on his hair, wrapped and twisted in his fist and chewed on his throat as he fucked him without mercy, with no thought of Kirill’s pleasure. He pounded into him with a steady punishing beat and Kirill gasped and panted because he couldn’t scream… his vision was almost completely black, he was no longer sure if he was awake or in a dream and he felt his heart pound against his ribs, he felt it pounding in his gut, in his ass, every vein in his body throbbed and pounded and his breath narrowed down to a thin screech of air teasing his lungs.
Alexei was screaming, he heard him far away and he felt his cock burn in and out of him, he felt it lift and throb inside as it spewed come deep in him, so hot, so hot. He felt it like he never felt anyone else—it was driving up into his very soul and his own cock exploded—the pain, the ecstasy, the pain—he was gone out of his body and soaring back in the blackness, back under the heat of his own sun. The heat of his beloved burned him and he heard it, he knew he heard it, in the long string of words and curses and gasps he heard it whispered, groaned against his back—“mine, mine, my boy, I need you.”
He hung in his ropes, covered in sweat and blood and smelling of Alexei and himself and Alexei touched his mouth gently, and stroked a thumb across his lips and he knew it was true.
Tbc 'cause I wanna know what comes next, don't you?
I feel so good, I'm going to drop the next bit of Fire Bird.*all happy*
Previous Parts are here, wondering why life is a vale of tears, and death reaches out for all, wanting to drag us into a yawning pit of despair and...oooo! Hot cocoa!
Fire Bird
Kirill opened the door to Alexei’s apartment as silently as he could, he didn’t want to disturb him if he was sleeping—and suddenly the nerves in his already tender lip flared with piercing pain, and blood sprayed out onto his chin as his head snapped around. When his eyes were clear again he was on his back and Alexei’s face was hanging over him, a beautiful snarl on his lips and the hand enclosed in a glove dropping back out of a high arc to smash against his cheek. He heard the bone snap and a second later felt it as a bloom of fire ripping through him, he cried out and Alexei smacked him hard in the mouth, grunting with the force, “Shut up, you.”
His eyes were ablaze as he yanked Kirill to his feet by a handful of hair and Kirill was torn between vomiting with fear and crying at his majesty. He dropped to his knees and Alexei smashed his fist against his shoulder, and against his back when he fell to hands and knees, he beat him over and over and Kirill retched and shook, Alexei’s harsh voice kept him tethered to awareness, he spoke and beat him and spoke and beat him.
Over and over, “My boots,” he shouted and kicked him in the ribs and pain blinded him momentarily, “My sword--” he snapped Kirill’s head to one side with a backhanded slap of the heavy crystal studded glove—
“My horse—my boy, all of it damn it, all of it--*mine*! All of it and you--my fucking property!”
Kirill panted, trying desperately to breathe around the pain— and then he was being dragged across the wooden floor, trying not to fall to his face, scrabbling like a crab to keep up with Alexei.
Alexei muttered to himself as he looped the cord around the heavy bedposts, and Kirill lay on his side and tried to still his heaving stomach. He was afraid to vomit—he didn’t know what to expect from Alexei. He was so angry, raging, and there was nothing Kirill could do to protect himself except to give him what he wanted. He wanted his pain and he could only make the sacrifice.
Into the cords—tied hands and feet and spread wide like a butchered lamb. Alexei smiled at him and displayed the velvet bundle and he shivered, his eyes rolling shut. He knew which toys these were.
He remembered Ivan lying in the straw and laced with thin red lines—he remembered licking those lines, reopening them with his teeth as the boy shook and cried…
His cock slapped upwards against his stomach and Alexei laughed. He took one of the gently glowing knives and traced a single long looping line from between Kirill’s shoulders to right above his cleft; blood rolled into the cleft and down, he could feel its heat pooling against his hole, and Alexei teased the knife slowly, slowly downward as Kirill shook…
“Afraid, my pet, my special one? I would be in your place…there’s nothing to stop me from killing you, is there?” He slid the blood slick blade up again, his tongue tracing the path of the crystal knife.
Kirill shook his head and groaned “Please.”
Alexei slowly drew the knife in a big arc across his back and touched the line, traced it with his fingers. It burned like fire and Kirill sobbed aloud and his cock swept a wet and glistening line along his thigh. Alexei sucked scarlet painted fingers into his mouth and smiled around them. He brought his face to Kirill’s and breathed out the scent of his own blood into his nose, and kissed him as he tightened a loop around the quivering boys neck.
Alexei climbed onto the bed behind him and leaned all his weight against him, kissing along the red arc as the loops around his throat tightened….
His head swam and his throat burned, blackness eased in around the edge of his vision, and he felt his lungs flutter, beg for air.
Alexei slicked himself and yanked Kirill back against him, impaling him on his cock in one move, shouting out against his ear. He dragged Kirill’s head back with a tight grip on his hair, wrapped and twisted in his fist and chewed on his throat as he fucked him without mercy, with no thought of Kirill’s pleasure. He pounded into him with a steady punishing beat and Kirill gasped and panted because he couldn’t scream… his vision was almost completely black, he was no longer sure if he was awake or in a dream and he felt his heart pound against his ribs, he felt it pounding in his gut, in his ass, every vein in his body throbbed and pounded and his breath narrowed down to a thin screech of air teasing his lungs.
Alexei was screaming, he heard him far away and he felt his cock burn in and out of him, he felt it lift and throb inside as it spewed come deep in him, so hot, so hot. He felt it like he never felt anyone else—it was driving up into his very soul and his own cock exploded—the pain, the ecstasy, the pain—he was gone out of his body and soaring back in the blackness, back under the heat of his own sun. The heat of his beloved burned him and he heard it, he knew he heard it, in the long string of words and curses and gasps he heard it whispered, groaned against his back—“mine, mine, my boy, I need you.”
He hung in his ropes, covered in sweat and blood and smelling of Alexei and himself and Alexei touched his mouth gently, and stroked a thumb across his lips and he knew it was true.
Tbc 'cause I wanna know what comes next, don't you?
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11/30/04 07:38 pm (UTC)OMG!!!
The love! The pure love!
And IVAN!!! Oh my *fans self* short but intense part.
Yeah, calming down. Loved it.
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11/30/04 08:32 pm (UTC)Oh, bay-bee, this is so freakin' EVOL, i absolutely adore it.
FUCK yeah.
*pets...well, no. ick.*
Ahhhhhhh!!!
Yes, yes yes.
:)
*hugs you*
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11/30/04 10:34 pm (UTC)hee- hee!
*hugs back*
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11/30/04 11:42 pm (UTC)I'm broken, more please?
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12/1/04 01:25 pm (UTC)Truly, this is just about perfect!!!
And i'm taking Ivan as a personal shout out!!!!
p.s. you should write for team pegboy!!
p.p.s. i spend an embarrasing amount of time wondering who i am hotter for, kiril or alexei.
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12/1/04 03:19 pm (UTC)Yeah, babee! Team Ivan!
I'm hppy you're happy, but Idon'tthink I'm up to pegboy standards. I'd hate to let the team down.*g*
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12/2/04 12:44 pm (UTC)Well...
Wasn't *that* just a fabulous 15 minutes of the dirtywrongbutohsofreakinhot!!
Your previouslies continue to make me giggle, and Alexei's creul assertion of his ownership of Kirill proceeded to leave me gasping for breath. That is some serious obsession, there! Kirill's response of such total submission and awe of Alexei is both hot and a little shocking. He truely has fallen under Alexei's spell. Damn, girl. That violent sex was hot. I'd like to see the aftermath of this, whether in the waking the next morning or in the putting away of all the stuff, just to see how Kirill expresses himself to Alexei.
Fabulous section!
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12/3/04 01:29 am (UTC)I'm thinking that Kirill is like a baby duck, he finally found someone to imprint on. My hints to that are stumbling around making a lot of noise in the story! I'm pleased you're liking this still!
Say, have I mentioned that your icon is a scream- thopugh it does make the Baby Cheeses cry...
re: icon
12/3/04 05:24 am (UTC)I actually started with several options of Clark on Kryptonite, but you know... it's a funny thing. Most of those "suffering" shots look like he's been caught in the middle of coming. And I'm really not joking. The scene in extinction where he gets shot? His head is all arched back and the vein in his neck is standing out and his mouth is open - I'm convinced it's a groan.
Anyway, I was really tempted to put a question mark after the "makes Clark cry" - 'cause really? I'm not so sure given the evidence of those screen caps. *eg*
Dirty mind? I don't know what you mean Mrs. Kettle! ;D
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4/6/05 09:59 pm (UTC)*kiss*