And the next bit : Fire Bird
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roxyThe rest of that bit for ya'll! Enjoy (I hope)
FireBird
When he was back in the apartment he decided to run a bath, he was still angry with Alexei and he was not asking permission to bathe in his tub.
When he looked in the bedroom, Alexei was there, lying on the bed, staring at nothing Kirill could see.
He stopped in the doorway a and Alexei said, “You’re late, and… you stink.” He turned his head toward Kirill and his brow creased in puzzlement. “You really *stink*,“ he said and his nose wrinkled in disgust.
Kirill backed up a bit—Alexei smelled wrong too. Strange, not like he did when he’d been with Felix or Dmitri or—It wasn’t bad, just different. Strange. Wrong.
Alexei meanwhile rushed at him like a tiger after prey. His lips skinned back from his teeth, and he snarled again, “You stink!”
He pushed Kirill up against the wall and sniffed at his neck, and growled in his ear. He yanked his shirt open and back, trapping Kirill’s arms in the material. “Stink! You reek, you—you-“ Alexei was pale except for a blotch of red on either cheek and his eyes were wild and furious.
He yanked Kirill’s trousers open and his head snapped down, he stared at Kirill’s still reddened cock and snapped his teeth closed. He caught his eyes, and Kirill felt a flutter of fear, Alexei’s eyes were ice blue and blazing and terrifying.
“The smell—you--"He spat and pushed Kirill to the floor and left as the boy dropped heavily to his knees and stayed there. He was faithless and disgusting –he deserved to be punished. He wanted to atone.
Alexei came back and Kirill kept his eyes on his boots and the end of the thin green cord that pooled there between them.
The first strike of the cord was like ice biting into his skin, and the one after that was fire, and the one after that and the one after that –fire shrieked down every nerve and filled his body, Alexei struck again, again, again, and cursed him steadily, cursed until he was gasping and then all he heard was Alexei’s harsh breath screaming in and out of his wide open mouth, and he struck him again—and now blood flew and splattered with every strike and fire and acid and ice ripped into him again and again.
Kirill was crying, tears and snot ran down his face and he screamed “I’m sorry,” every time the lash bit into him and after a while he cried."Please,” at every stroke and then he couldn’t say anything, and after that he wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from—it sounded like an animal in pain, but he was on his face, was it him?
Alexei yanked him upright and slapped him until he was aware again. He jammed his fingers in Kirill’s mouth pulled down and snarled, "Suck.” Kirill saw that he wasn’t hard and blamed himself, he was so worthless, so unattractive an animal that his master was repulsed by him.
He lunged forward and swallowed Alexei’s cock, and struggled to bring it to full stiffness. Alexei fucked his mouth violently, rocking his head back and forth as he did so, and finally his cock filled Kirill’s mouth, slid into to his throat and drew back over his tongue. Hope rose in his soul and he thought that perhaps Alexei would find it in himself to forgive him for his sin and the he pulled out, took his cock away from him.
Kirill gaped at him, shocked. He held his hands out to Alexei, begging him but he backed away from Kirill, roughly fisting himself and then he arched and hissed and came on Kirill’s upturned face.
Kirill jerked and gasped and quickly silenced himself when Alexei growled and slapped him, smeared the come around his face with the heel of his hand, smeared his shoulders, his neck.
He stepped back, refastened his trousers and pointed at the rug near the fireplace. “There, until I call you. If I call you. Understand me, creature? Not until I call you.”
He slammed the door to the bedroom shut.
Kirill huddled on the rug, and cried and wished Boris had killed him, wished Alexei had killed, wished he could kill himself.
FireBird
When he was back in the apartment he decided to run a bath, he was still angry with Alexei and he was not asking permission to bathe in his tub.
When he looked in the bedroom, Alexei was there, lying on the bed, staring at nothing Kirill could see.
He stopped in the doorway a and Alexei said, “You’re late, and… you stink.” He turned his head toward Kirill and his brow creased in puzzlement. “You really *stink*,“ he said and his nose wrinkled in disgust.
Kirill backed up a bit—Alexei smelled wrong too. Strange, not like he did when he’d been with Felix or Dmitri or—It wasn’t bad, just different. Strange. Wrong.
Alexei meanwhile rushed at him like a tiger after prey. His lips skinned back from his teeth, and he snarled again, “You stink!”
He pushed Kirill up against the wall and sniffed at his neck, and growled in his ear. He yanked his shirt open and back, trapping Kirill’s arms in the material. “Stink! You reek, you—you-“ Alexei was pale except for a blotch of red on either cheek and his eyes were wild and furious.
He yanked Kirill’s trousers open and his head snapped down, he stared at Kirill’s still reddened cock and snapped his teeth closed. He caught his eyes, and Kirill felt a flutter of fear, Alexei’s eyes were ice blue and blazing and terrifying.
“The smell—you--"He spat and pushed Kirill to the floor and left as the boy dropped heavily to his knees and stayed there. He was faithless and disgusting –he deserved to be punished. He wanted to atone.
Alexei came back and Kirill kept his eyes on his boots and the end of the thin green cord that pooled there between them.
The first strike of the cord was like ice biting into his skin, and the one after that was fire, and the one after that and the one after that –fire shrieked down every nerve and filled his body, Alexei struck again, again, again, and cursed him steadily, cursed until he was gasping and then all he heard was Alexei’s harsh breath screaming in and out of his wide open mouth, and he struck him again—and now blood flew and splattered with every strike and fire and acid and ice ripped into him again and again.
Kirill was crying, tears and snot ran down his face and he screamed “I’m sorry,” every time the lash bit into him and after a while he cried."Please,” at every stroke and then he couldn’t say anything, and after that he wasn’t sure where the sound was coming from—it sounded like an animal in pain, but he was on his face, was it him?
Alexei yanked him upright and slapped him until he was aware again. He jammed his fingers in Kirill’s mouth pulled down and snarled, "Suck.” Kirill saw that he wasn’t hard and blamed himself, he was so worthless, so unattractive an animal that his master was repulsed by him.
He lunged forward and swallowed Alexei’s cock, and struggled to bring it to full stiffness. Alexei fucked his mouth violently, rocking his head back and forth as he did so, and finally his cock filled Kirill’s mouth, slid into to his throat and drew back over his tongue. Hope rose in his soul and he thought that perhaps Alexei would find it in himself to forgive him for his sin and the he pulled out, took his cock away from him.
Kirill gaped at him, shocked. He held his hands out to Alexei, begging him but he backed away from Kirill, roughly fisting himself and then he arched and hissed and came on Kirill’s upturned face.
Kirill jerked and gasped and quickly silenced himself when Alexei growled and slapped him, smeared the come around his face with the heel of his hand, smeared his shoulders, his neck.
He stepped back, refastened his trousers and pointed at the rug near the fireplace. “There, until I call you. If I call you. Understand me, creature? Not until I call you.”
He slammed the door to the bedroom shut.
Kirill huddled on the rug, and cried and wished Boris had killed him, wished Alexei had killed, wished he could kill himself.
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12/3/04 02:16 am (UTC)All I want to do is curl up on the floor next to poor Kirill, his god hurting him so badly, abusing and using him like that.
Make it better! *cries*
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12/3/04 02:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/3/04 02:45 am (UTC)*wipes eyes and grins*
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12/3/04 03:24 am (UTC)I love Alexei's reaction to Kirill being with someone else, although I'm hoping he starts being nice soon. I also love Kirill's fucked up dependence on Alexei.
You're killing me with these cliffhanger stops. I want more soon, please?
*bats eyelashes*
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12/3/04 05:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/3/04 05:00 am (UTC)That image of him crying in a puddle on the rug is just heart breaking! I loved the changes of emotions he went through, too. I'm a little confused as to what Kirill could have been smelling on Alexei - was it the woman? But Alexei's been with other women, so I'm not sure what would have been different about this encounter. Please, please show how Alexei and he muddle on with this mutual obsession and jealousy?
Again, I'm fascinated that Kirill never dares(?) or is driven to guess Alexei's motives. I guess it really sells me on the deity idea - you just can't and shouldn't question motives or whether God loves you as much as you love him. Things don't really work that way. Cool. *g*
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12/3/04 05:31 am (UTC)I was trying to figure out how to answer your comment on the last post and you've answered it.So, very yes--that's it.
and the last time Alexei had sex with a woman, Kirill tossed her from the train...
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12/3/04 07:13 am (UTC)Jayzus.
Man i love how UTTERLY FUCKED this story is.
You are so very Evol Roxy.
:)
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12/3/04 07:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
12/3/04 07:40 am (UTC)Lurve you too, Ms. Thang!
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12/3/04 07:25 am (UTC)Re previous part: Love how Kirill abuses his power over poor and weaker souls.
*fansself*
And you say you don't have it in you for the pbc??!!??
*snort*
You're natural!!!
Love it so, the twisted love/passion/torture/twisted relationship!! So hot, I'm trying to write another story for the pbc universe (anything to make
Thank you.
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12/3/04 07:41 am (UTC)working so I' m really relieved!
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12/3/04 10:19 am (UTC)LOL! I know the feeling. I was a bit afraid when I read it the first time too! But pbc grew on me, strongly.
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12/3/04 05:16 pm (UTC)Roxy, from now on, whatever comments anita makes, just assume i'm thinking the same thing. In other words, this story is very hot!! Yeah, very very hot. I'm quite enamored of alexei i must say.
Re: pegboy. It's so not scary!!!! Okay, perhaps the battering ram was a teeeny bit brutal, but that's the most brutal of all the stories. The rest are quite touching actually!!!
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