Fire Bird and The Gray Wolf
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roxyFic update, next part! Rushing right into it...
Here are the Previous Parts, begging for kopeks for train fare...or maybe vodka...or sex.Unless you're interested?
Fire Bird
Days went by in a dreamy state—Kirill thought he’d known pleasure before, now pleasure was so intense it nearly frightened him. Alexei wanted him near at all times now. He took every meal with him, he sat at the side of his tub as he bathed, and sometimes was honored to bathe with him--- he loved being in the huge tub full of hot water and scented oil—he’d never get used to the luxury of so much water, so much hot water touching him everywhere…so much Alexei everywhere.
Luxury, it was everywhere in Petersburg. The luxury of bathing whenever you wished, the luxury of heated rooms, the luxury of electric lamps that glowed in the bedroom at evening. The steady unblinking light was an endless fascination for him, the bright almost harsh glow softened by red silk shades and he loved how it painted Alexei pink and rose. He could lay next to him all night and watch him breathe.
He could lie next to him. That was the greatest luxury of all.
Since that night he spent all nights in his bed, wrapped around Alexei like a blanket. His breath hitched, remembering Alexei, laying nude on a fur blanket, gilded rose by the light and stroking the fur, making Kirill jealous of it—and Alexei had looked and known what he wanted. Alexei always knew what he wanted.
*******
A crisp cold sunny morning found them crunching through the snow on the way to a café, Alexei decided the walk through the brisk dawn air would be good for them.
The sky was just turning from salmon to the gold of the budding sun and as they opened the door of the café deliciously warm air blew over them. Air scented with the rich smell of roasting coffee and fresh pastries, just removed from a hot oven and adding their warmth to the cinnamon and chocolate -scented air.
It was one of Kirill’s favorite places—he loved watching people. He loved examining their actions and reactions, calculating what he could do to alter them, make them move the way he wanted. Like Alexei did to him, and he smiled at him fondly.
Alexei sprawled in the chair opposite him, looking the very picture of repose with his coat draped over the back of the chair and a cup of coffee gently steaming away as he read the morning newspaper and smoked a cigarette. As if he felt Kirill’s gaze he looked up to meet his eyes over the top of the paper, and Kirill could tell by the small lines creasing the corners that Alexei smiled at him.
Kirill played with Alexei’s silver cigarette case and sipped at his cocoa. He liked the feel of the thin china clicking against his teeth, enjoyed the slightly gritty feel of the hot liquid and licked a bit of the rapidly dissolving cream off the top. The whipped cream melted over his tongue and left a memory of vanilla there. He sighed. He could live his whole life like this, waiting for the god to instruct him.
He felt content. And as always when he felt happiest, he thought about one of his greatest desires.
He looked forward to the day he dared ask permission to kill Boris Mikhail Voronkov.
It was a dream he had frequently—he knew Alexei would join him, and it would be spectacular, beautiful. He would be like a wolf, his wolf, and they would fuck in the blood….
His enjoyable reverie was snapped when Alexei rose and bowed low over the hand of a not particularly attractive woman. Alexei looked at her with the look he reserved for Kirill, and a blaze ignited in his heart. How dare he look at another that way? Who was this bitch to deserve that?
He glanced at Kirill,” Wait here until I return, you hear?” His tone was so dismissive it fanned the flames and the woman’s eyes slid over him and away the exact way his did at home when dismissing a vassal.
He ached to kill her, but Alexei caught his eye and stared at him coldly, and slid a hand slowly into his trouser pocket.
Her turned from a red-faced Kirill and walked the woman to her table, where introductions were made and Alexei gave every sign of finding the woman to be fascinating. He touched her incessantly, stroking her arms and sometimes leaning close to brush his lips over her cheek, he kept touching and whispering to her, she lifted her chin and exposed her neck to him, touched his cheek, whispered back and under the table slid her hand into his lap and he smiled at her.
Kirill could scent their arousal, and he strained to keep his seat and not growl aloud. At long last Alexei rose and Kirill's eyes flashed through his heavy wool coat and his trousers and the silk under garments and he stared at his cock heavy with blood and he snarled at his betrayal—that was for him, him alone. Alexei summoned him like a dog, and they took a carriage back to the apartments—no leisurely walk back. He left Kirill in the marble archway—“Occupy yourself—I must speak to Felix.”
He watched Alexei’s graceful form stalk away from him and he was so angry tears of fury pricked his eyes. He stared after, his chest heaving with rage. A step behind him and he turned to see the driver—the one that had driven them from the train station. The one with the cheeky grin.
He leaned against a column in the archway and smoked a cigarette like he was making love to it and his eyes held Kirill’s. Kirill grinned at him. A tabby playing with a tiger, he thought. Should we play this out?
He laughed quietly. Why not? It was someone else’s turn to be a plaything.
The driver took a final long pull and dropped the end to grind under his heel. He blew out a long thick stream of smoke and smirked at Kirill. He slid a hand under his tunic and adjusted himself, turned and walked off toward the garage. Kirill followed, anticipation making his mouth water. Fuck Alexei—fuck his girls…he’d occupy himself indeed, bastard.
********
The driver was good, tasted good, screamed well—he lay back in the seat of the Daimler and panted, his tunic ripped open from throat to crotch—his pants were wadded up and shoved under his hips and he was bruised from neck to knees.
He smiled blearily at Kirill, hissed when the movement re-opened his split lip. He licked at the rill of blood and his eyes flared when Kirill came back and leaned over him. He ran his hand down the man’s torso and cradled his cock.
“Thank you for an interesting afternoon. I like the automobile very much.” Kirill smirked.
The driver groaned and grimaced as Kirill drug nails through the hair at the base of his flaccid cock.
“No more? Too bad,” he grinned. The other man groaned, as much arousal as pain.
“Would you like to stay in my rooms with me? Be just with me?” he asked and trailed his fingers along the man’s neck. The driver looked triumphant, and nodded, turning his head to capture Kirill’s fingers in his mouth.
He let him suck on them, enjoying the sensation before he spoke again. "Sad, such a shame I have a lover. Didn’t you know?”
The man froze and turned eyes just beginning to frost with fear on Kirill.
“Not very bright are you, little fish…yet you see me with him every day. Tsk. That kind of inobservance will get you killed. What a shame if someone decided to…tell the officer, hmm?”
Kirill smiled at the in horror in the man’s eyes. He really was a fool. Felix was hardly going to let Alexei kill such a valuable person. He needed those hands, those eyes, to maintain his beautiful cars. Of course, Alexei *was* very inventive….
Part two to this bit coming...
Here are the Previous Parts, begging for kopeks for train fare...or maybe vodka...or sex.Unless you're interested?
Fire Bird
Days went by in a dreamy state—Kirill thought he’d known pleasure before, now pleasure was so intense it nearly frightened him. Alexei wanted him near at all times now. He took every meal with him, he sat at the side of his tub as he bathed, and sometimes was honored to bathe with him--- he loved being in the huge tub full of hot water and scented oil—he’d never get used to the luxury of so much water, so much hot water touching him everywhere…so much Alexei everywhere.
Luxury, it was everywhere in Petersburg. The luxury of bathing whenever you wished, the luxury of heated rooms, the luxury of electric lamps that glowed in the bedroom at evening. The steady unblinking light was an endless fascination for him, the bright almost harsh glow softened by red silk shades and he loved how it painted Alexei pink and rose. He could lay next to him all night and watch him breathe.
He could lie next to him. That was the greatest luxury of all.
Since that night he spent all nights in his bed, wrapped around Alexei like a blanket. His breath hitched, remembering Alexei, laying nude on a fur blanket, gilded rose by the light and stroking the fur, making Kirill jealous of it—and Alexei had looked and known what he wanted. Alexei always knew what he wanted.
*******
A crisp cold sunny morning found them crunching through the snow on the way to a café, Alexei decided the walk through the brisk dawn air would be good for them.
The sky was just turning from salmon to the gold of the budding sun and as they opened the door of the café deliciously warm air blew over them. Air scented with the rich smell of roasting coffee and fresh pastries, just removed from a hot oven and adding their warmth to the cinnamon and chocolate -scented air.
It was one of Kirill’s favorite places—he loved watching people. He loved examining their actions and reactions, calculating what he could do to alter them, make them move the way he wanted. Like Alexei did to him, and he smiled at him fondly.
Alexei sprawled in the chair opposite him, looking the very picture of repose with his coat draped over the back of the chair and a cup of coffee gently steaming away as he read the morning newspaper and smoked a cigarette. As if he felt Kirill’s gaze he looked up to meet his eyes over the top of the paper, and Kirill could tell by the small lines creasing the corners that Alexei smiled at him.
Kirill played with Alexei’s silver cigarette case and sipped at his cocoa. He liked the feel of the thin china clicking against his teeth, enjoyed the slightly gritty feel of the hot liquid and licked a bit of the rapidly dissolving cream off the top. The whipped cream melted over his tongue and left a memory of vanilla there. He sighed. He could live his whole life like this, waiting for the god to instruct him.
He felt content. And as always when he felt happiest, he thought about one of his greatest desires.
He looked forward to the day he dared ask permission to kill Boris Mikhail Voronkov.
It was a dream he had frequently—he knew Alexei would join him, and it would be spectacular, beautiful. He would be like a wolf, his wolf, and they would fuck in the blood….
His enjoyable reverie was snapped when Alexei rose and bowed low over the hand of a not particularly attractive woman. Alexei looked at her with the look he reserved for Kirill, and a blaze ignited in his heart. How dare he look at another that way? Who was this bitch to deserve that?
He glanced at Kirill,” Wait here until I return, you hear?” His tone was so dismissive it fanned the flames and the woman’s eyes slid over him and away the exact way his did at home when dismissing a vassal.
He ached to kill her, but Alexei caught his eye and stared at him coldly, and slid a hand slowly into his trouser pocket.
Her turned from a red-faced Kirill and walked the woman to her table, where introductions were made and Alexei gave every sign of finding the woman to be fascinating. He touched her incessantly, stroking her arms and sometimes leaning close to brush his lips over her cheek, he kept touching and whispering to her, she lifted her chin and exposed her neck to him, touched his cheek, whispered back and under the table slid her hand into his lap and he smiled at her.
Kirill could scent their arousal, and he strained to keep his seat and not growl aloud. At long last Alexei rose and Kirill's eyes flashed through his heavy wool coat and his trousers and the silk under garments and he stared at his cock heavy with blood and he snarled at his betrayal—that was for him, him alone. Alexei summoned him like a dog, and they took a carriage back to the apartments—no leisurely walk back. He left Kirill in the marble archway—“Occupy yourself—I must speak to Felix.”
He watched Alexei’s graceful form stalk away from him and he was so angry tears of fury pricked his eyes. He stared after, his chest heaving with rage. A step behind him and he turned to see the driver—the one that had driven them from the train station. The one with the cheeky grin.
He leaned against a column in the archway and smoked a cigarette like he was making love to it and his eyes held Kirill’s. Kirill grinned at him. A tabby playing with a tiger, he thought. Should we play this out?
He laughed quietly. Why not? It was someone else’s turn to be a plaything.
The driver took a final long pull and dropped the end to grind under his heel. He blew out a long thick stream of smoke and smirked at Kirill. He slid a hand under his tunic and adjusted himself, turned and walked off toward the garage. Kirill followed, anticipation making his mouth water. Fuck Alexei—fuck his girls…he’d occupy himself indeed, bastard.
********
The driver was good, tasted good, screamed well—he lay back in the seat of the Daimler and panted, his tunic ripped open from throat to crotch—his pants were wadded up and shoved under his hips and he was bruised from neck to knees.
He smiled blearily at Kirill, hissed when the movement re-opened his split lip. He licked at the rill of blood and his eyes flared when Kirill came back and leaned over him. He ran his hand down the man’s torso and cradled his cock.
“Thank you for an interesting afternoon. I like the automobile very much.” Kirill smirked.
The driver groaned and grimaced as Kirill drug nails through the hair at the base of his flaccid cock.
“No more? Too bad,” he grinned. The other man groaned, as much arousal as pain.
“Would you like to stay in my rooms with me? Be just with me?” he asked and trailed his fingers along the man’s neck. The driver looked triumphant, and nodded, turning his head to capture Kirill’s fingers in his mouth.
He let him suck on them, enjoying the sensation before he spoke again. "Sad, such a shame I have a lover. Didn’t you know?”
The man froze and turned eyes just beginning to frost with fear on Kirill.
“Not very bright are you, little fish…yet you see me with him every day. Tsk. That kind of inobservance will get you killed. What a shame if someone decided to…tell the officer, hmm?”
Kirill smiled at the in horror in the man’s eyes. He really was a fool. Felix was hardly going to let Alexei kill such a valuable person. He needed those hands, those eyes, to maintain his beautiful cars. Of course, Alexei *was* very inventive….
Part two to this bit coming...
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12/3/04 01:43 am (UTC)I love Kirrill's revenge at being ignored.
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12/3/04 02:38 am (UTC)As for Kirill, he's got some 'splaining to do!
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12/3/04 02:03 am (UTC)*bounce*
WHO is that woman???
*is dying, here!*
Love it!
*tosses a kopek to the previouslys*
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12/3/04 02:41 am (UTC)Don't encourage the Previouslys, they'll just try to follow you home...
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12/3/04 03:25 am (UTC)Heeeee.
*pets you*
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12/3/04 02:07 am (UTC)*hugs*
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12/3/04 02:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/3/04 05:00 am (UTC)I love how happy Kirill is at the beginning of this section - everything is perfect and beautiful in the light of his happiness. I was also struck by how his love for Alexei that doesn't ever wonder how Alexei feels about him. I mean, he was ecstatic that Alexei wanted him, but he never seemed to obsess over whether Alexei loved him as much or whether it was love or not. I dig that very different quality of Kirill's devotion.
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