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Fire Bird, or More Fun wth 'Lexei and Kirill
Fast fast fast!
Look! Over the horizon! Something moves, and if you listen really carefully, you can hear the sound of bells! It's the troika of "Wrap It U!" drawing near!
Unless it's Santa's sleigh in which case, I'm screwed when he sees what's going on over here...quick,act like we're a revival meeting!The previous Parts can pretend to be a choir,they're over here!
FireBird
The next few days were marked by silence, Kirill was not given permission to speak to Alexei, he seldom gave any notice of him at all.
On an evening shortly after Kirill’s punishment, an evening when the men where in the study, talking and sharing brandy after dinner, the Princess came into the study quietly and sat next to Felix. She took his hand and smiled at him.
“Tomorrow, he comes to dinner. I’ve arranged it. He thinks it’s to be just the two of us.” Felix gave her a warm smile back, leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you my darling one.” He sat back and smiled in satisfaction. “Tomorrow, Russia returns to her true course. All will be again as it should be.” Dmitri gazed at Felix, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Kirill noted Dmitri’s expression and saw that Alexei noticed it also. Alexei’s hands flexed and he straightened, small movements but Kirill saw and knew Alexei was prepared to kill Dmitri if need be. He pushed the thrill he felt down deep inside of him.
Time was drawing short—the plot was coming to an end. Kirill’s purpose here was coming to an end and after that he had no idea what was to become of him. The one constant in his life had always been his desire for revenge, against Boris, against all humans.
And then horribly, he’d fallen under the spell of a creature more frightening than he could ever be.
He hung his head. It was a spell, he knew, one that had taken all sense from him and made him believe his worship had been wanted. He’d been under the illusion that Alexei loved him back. Love. What a fool. Such a ridiculous word, such a ridiculous creature to think it applied to him. Kirill snorted and Alexei’s eyes cut to him sharply, the expressionless look he’d come to know so well icing his features. Kirill started to drop his head, but instead raised it, and stared Alexei in the eye. The man stared back, and slowly, slowly a smile played over his lips, He lifted one corner of his mouth and showed a small sharp tooth, and nodded slightly.
Kirill let no expression show, but his heart raced. What had just been decided here?
Alexei settled back against the couch, and attempted to dismiss Kirill from his thoughts. So, the farce played out tomorrow evening and as soon as it was completed he was leaving, fuck this city and everyone in it. He’d had enough.
He pulled the silver cigarette box from his tunic pocket and briefly an image of Kirill sipping cocoa, playing with the case and smiling at him as if he were an innocent came to mind. He lit a cigarette and thought in surprise that yes, in a way Kirill was an innocent. He had no idea how to be, he had no real concept of good and evil. He just was.
And wasn’t that the definition of innocence? He laughed lightly at his turn of thought. After all, Adam and Eve were innocent, and it was gaining knowledge of what was good and what was evil that caused them to be banished from paradise. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kirill flinch when he laughed, amusing…he ordered him back to the rooms. “Wait where I’ve told you to stay.” Kirill stared at him for a moment before leaving the study.
Interesting, he thought. There’s that little flame I haven’t seen in weeks. He patted the little lead container in his pocket. No matter, he thought. I always have control.
The princess took her leave soon after Kirill, and Dmitri rose to lower the lights. Felix shrugged out of his dinner jacket, and began removing the studs from his shirt. He glanced at Alexei, raised an eyebrow and smiled. Alexei shook his head, and poured more brandy into the deep snifter at his side, He swirled the contents and enjoyed the play of color, and the scent released.
Alexei enjoyed life. Life was simple, it was about suffering, it was about great pain and sorrow, and occasional moments of deep pleasure designed to make the pain cut that much deeper. Now was a moment of pleasure, he’d take it and eat it, use it for fuel. He tipped the crystal to his lips and let the warm liquid bite his tongue and flow over it, warming his mouth and throat. His eyes took in the sight of Felix nude and on his hands and knees while Dmitri stroked him like a dog. Enchanting he thought sardonically but his breath quickened just the same. Watched Felix’s cock flex and swell as Dmitri stroked closer and closer to his ass, so slowly that when he finally cupped a smooth cheek in his palm and squeezed Alexei couldn’t stop a small groan from escaping his own lips.
Dmitri opened his trousers and slicked himself, the smell of roses filled the air and Felix whimpered high in his throat when Dmitri slipped his fingers into him. Alexei smoked and watched as the Duke pumped his fingers in and out, a look of concentration on his face so intense it was almost a grimace of pain. Felix was murmuring praise, begging, cursing and pushing back against Dmitri’s fingers, he yanked them out and Felix gasped loudly, covering the small sound Alexei made.
Alexei spread his legs apart and unbuttoned his own trousers, sliding the material down a little. Unbidden the image of Kirill in the ropes flashed across his mind—an image of him curled up on the rug, naked and bruised…he stroked himself, and snarled.
Dmitri plunged into Felix in one stroke and nearly knocked him to his face. He pulled him upright, so that every part of their bodies touched, and then pulled out, and Felix and Alexei groaned. “Wait,”he said and yanked Felix by the hand, positioned him so that he was bent over a chair and facing Alexei. His eyes were clouded with passion and Alexei doubted he really saw him. Felix’s eyes rolled up when Dmitri pushed back in, slowly this time.
His mouth dropped open and he groaned low as Dmitri slid in agonizingly slow, groaned until Dmitri was in and then silenced himself with a sob.
Alexei grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. Felix was beautiful impaled; His mouth his eyes, the flush staining his torso and face rose, beautiful.
Dmitri fucked him steadily, silently, and Felix bit his lip trying to be silent also. Alexei groaned and pushed up into his fist. The sight was almost too arousing….
There was a click behind him and a rectangle of light blossomed on the far wall, a black shape within it pinned it there. Alexei grunted and rolled his head back at the horrified gasp, but Dmitri spoke first, not even hesitating in his stroke.
“Get out,” he gasped harshly, his hands trapping Felix’s hips and yanking him back with a wet slap of flesh against flesh.
Alexei finally made out the bone white features of the Princess.
Her hands were at her throat, a gesture so theatrical it made Alexei laugh. Felix rolled his head on his shoulders and shuddered, sweat pasting his hair to his face, unaware of anything except his own pleasure, lost in his own world, groaning and begging Dmitri to fuck him, fuck him harder and Dmitri spoke again, not unkindly.
“Leave. Close the door. You know he’ll come back tomorrow.”
She nodded, still whiter than snow, and backed swiftly out of the room. shutting the door just as Felix began panting and moving harder against Dmitri.
Alexei felt himself swell, his cock jumped in his grip, and heat swept him and he flooded his hand. He watched Felix come and Dmitri, who grit his teeth and kept his eyes locked on Alexei’s….
He didn’t want to be in the room with these sad little imitations of human beings. He wanted to be in his room, he wanted to have his pet. He wanted to kill everyone.
His heart lurched and his stomach twisted…he realized--the only one he wanted was the boy. Damn it.
He couldn’t afford feelings like these. They weakened a man, slowed him down when he needed to move quickly. They needed to be addressed some how.
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He returned to the apartment, mildly surprised that Kirill was on the rug. He rather expected him to be lurking behind the door, considering his show of defiance in the study.
Kirill sat up and moved away until his back was against the fireplace tiles. He watched Alexei move about the room sullenly, his eyes dark, unreadable.
“Come here,” Alexei said, and held out his hand. Kirill looked suspiciously at him, not moving, not speaking.
“Get up, and come here,” Alexei said again. Kirill rose and came towards him slowly.
“Tomorrow, the end of the journey nears,and I feel I owe you an explanation…and an apology.”
His head hung and he reached out for Kirill’s hand.
Kirill grasped the outstretched hand, and shook a little as Alexei went on.
“You must understand, there are games we all are forced to play here. We live with them, and they are as second nature to us. Marriage…marriage is expected of us all, it provides heirs, alliances, social standing—this is our life. Felix plays it, Dmitri, I play it—you will too. Get used to it. I had to.”
Kirill felt his heart break again when he realized what Alexei was saying—he could never have him to himself alone, he’d always have to share.
“Can you forgive me, my boy, can you look past it, and let me in your heart again?”
Kirill sobbed once, and dropped to his knees. He leaned down and kissed Alexei’s boots. Laid his cheek on the cool leather for a moment and then pressed his head against Alexei’s thigh, inhaling deeply the scent of home, safety, love….“Anything. I can forgive you anything.”
Alexei carded his fingers through the thick black hair.
“Really?” he murmured. “And I can forgive you too.”
TBC
Look! Over the horizon! Something moves, and if you listen really carefully, you can hear the sound of bells! It's the troika of "Wrap It U!" drawing near!
Unless it's Santa's sleigh in which case, I'm screwed when he sees what's going on over here...quick,act like we're a revival meeting!The previous Parts can pretend to be a choir,they're over here!
FireBird
The next few days were marked by silence, Kirill was not given permission to speak to Alexei, he seldom gave any notice of him at all.
On an evening shortly after Kirill’s punishment, an evening when the men where in the study, talking and sharing brandy after dinner, the Princess came into the study quietly and sat next to Felix. She took his hand and smiled at him.
“Tomorrow, he comes to dinner. I’ve arranged it. He thinks it’s to be just the two of us.” Felix gave her a warm smile back, leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you my darling one.” He sat back and smiled in satisfaction. “Tomorrow, Russia returns to her true course. All will be again as it should be.” Dmitri gazed at Felix, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Kirill noted Dmitri’s expression and saw that Alexei noticed it also. Alexei’s hands flexed and he straightened, small movements but Kirill saw and knew Alexei was prepared to kill Dmitri if need be. He pushed the thrill he felt down deep inside of him.
Time was drawing short—the plot was coming to an end. Kirill’s purpose here was coming to an end and after that he had no idea what was to become of him. The one constant in his life had always been his desire for revenge, against Boris, against all humans.
And then horribly, he’d fallen under the spell of a creature more frightening than he could ever be.
He hung his head. It was a spell, he knew, one that had taken all sense from him and made him believe his worship had been wanted. He’d been under the illusion that Alexei loved him back. Love. What a fool. Such a ridiculous word, such a ridiculous creature to think it applied to him. Kirill snorted and Alexei’s eyes cut to him sharply, the expressionless look he’d come to know so well icing his features. Kirill started to drop his head, but instead raised it, and stared Alexei in the eye. The man stared back, and slowly, slowly a smile played over his lips, He lifted one corner of his mouth and showed a small sharp tooth, and nodded slightly.
Kirill let no expression show, but his heart raced. What had just been decided here?
Alexei settled back against the couch, and attempted to dismiss Kirill from his thoughts. So, the farce played out tomorrow evening and as soon as it was completed he was leaving, fuck this city and everyone in it. He’d had enough.
He pulled the silver cigarette box from his tunic pocket and briefly an image of Kirill sipping cocoa, playing with the case and smiling at him as if he were an innocent came to mind. He lit a cigarette and thought in surprise that yes, in a way Kirill was an innocent. He had no idea how to be, he had no real concept of good and evil. He just was.
And wasn’t that the definition of innocence? He laughed lightly at his turn of thought. After all, Adam and Eve were innocent, and it was gaining knowledge of what was good and what was evil that caused them to be banished from paradise. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kirill flinch when he laughed, amusing…he ordered him back to the rooms. “Wait where I’ve told you to stay.” Kirill stared at him for a moment before leaving the study.
Interesting, he thought. There’s that little flame I haven’t seen in weeks. He patted the little lead container in his pocket. No matter, he thought. I always have control.
The princess took her leave soon after Kirill, and Dmitri rose to lower the lights. Felix shrugged out of his dinner jacket, and began removing the studs from his shirt. He glanced at Alexei, raised an eyebrow and smiled. Alexei shook his head, and poured more brandy into the deep snifter at his side, He swirled the contents and enjoyed the play of color, and the scent released.
Alexei enjoyed life. Life was simple, it was about suffering, it was about great pain and sorrow, and occasional moments of deep pleasure designed to make the pain cut that much deeper. Now was a moment of pleasure, he’d take it and eat it, use it for fuel. He tipped the crystal to his lips and let the warm liquid bite his tongue and flow over it, warming his mouth and throat. His eyes took in the sight of Felix nude and on his hands and knees while Dmitri stroked him like a dog. Enchanting he thought sardonically but his breath quickened just the same. Watched Felix’s cock flex and swell as Dmitri stroked closer and closer to his ass, so slowly that when he finally cupped a smooth cheek in his palm and squeezed Alexei couldn’t stop a small groan from escaping his own lips.
Dmitri opened his trousers and slicked himself, the smell of roses filled the air and Felix whimpered high in his throat when Dmitri slipped his fingers into him. Alexei smoked and watched as the Duke pumped his fingers in and out, a look of concentration on his face so intense it was almost a grimace of pain. Felix was murmuring praise, begging, cursing and pushing back against Dmitri’s fingers, he yanked them out and Felix gasped loudly, covering the small sound Alexei made.
Alexei spread his legs apart and unbuttoned his own trousers, sliding the material down a little. Unbidden the image of Kirill in the ropes flashed across his mind—an image of him curled up on the rug, naked and bruised…he stroked himself, and snarled.
Dmitri plunged into Felix in one stroke and nearly knocked him to his face. He pulled him upright, so that every part of their bodies touched, and then pulled out, and Felix and Alexei groaned. “Wait,”he said and yanked Felix by the hand, positioned him so that he was bent over a chair and facing Alexei. His eyes were clouded with passion and Alexei doubted he really saw him. Felix’s eyes rolled up when Dmitri pushed back in, slowly this time.
His mouth dropped open and he groaned low as Dmitri slid in agonizingly slow, groaned until Dmitri was in and then silenced himself with a sob.
Alexei grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. Felix was beautiful impaled; His mouth his eyes, the flush staining his torso and face rose, beautiful.
Dmitri fucked him steadily, silently, and Felix bit his lip trying to be silent also. Alexei groaned and pushed up into his fist. The sight was almost too arousing….
There was a click behind him and a rectangle of light blossomed on the far wall, a black shape within it pinned it there. Alexei grunted and rolled his head back at the horrified gasp, but Dmitri spoke first, not even hesitating in his stroke.
“Get out,” he gasped harshly, his hands trapping Felix’s hips and yanking him back with a wet slap of flesh against flesh.
Alexei finally made out the bone white features of the Princess.
Her hands were at her throat, a gesture so theatrical it made Alexei laugh. Felix rolled his head on his shoulders and shuddered, sweat pasting his hair to his face, unaware of anything except his own pleasure, lost in his own world, groaning and begging Dmitri to fuck him, fuck him harder and Dmitri spoke again, not unkindly.
“Leave. Close the door. You know he’ll come back tomorrow.”
She nodded, still whiter than snow, and backed swiftly out of the room. shutting the door just as Felix began panting and moving harder against Dmitri.
Alexei felt himself swell, his cock jumped in his grip, and heat swept him and he flooded his hand. He watched Felix come and Dmitri, who grit his teeth and kept his eyes locked on Alexei’s….
He didn’t want to be in the room with these sad little imitations of human beings. He wanted to be in his room, he wanted to have his pet. He wanted to kill everyone.
His heart lurched and his stomach twisted…he realized--the only one he wanted was the boy. Damn it.
He couldn’t afford feelings like these. They weakened a man, slowed him down when he needed to move quickly. They needed to be addressed some how.
*****************
He returned to the apartment, mildly surprised that Kirill was on the rug. He rather expected him to be lurking behind the door, considering his show of defiance in the study.
Kirill sat up and moved away until his back was against the fireplace tiles. He watched Alexei move about the room sullenly, his eyes dark, unreadable.
“Come here,” Alexei said, and held out his hand. Kirill looked suspiciously at him, not moving, not speaking.
“Get up, and come here,” Alexei said again. Kirill rose and came towards him slowly.
“Tomorrow, the end of the journey nears,and I feel I owe you an explanation…and an apology.”
His head hung and he reached out for Kirill’s hand.
Kirill grasped the outstretched hand, and shook a little as Alexei went on.
“You must understand, there are games we all are forced to play here. We live with them, and they are as second nature to us. Marriage…marriage is expected of us all, it provides heirs, alliances, social standing—this is our life. Felix plays it, Dmitri, I play it—you will too. Get used to it. I had to.”
Kirill felt his heart break again when he realized what Alexei was saying—he could never have him to himself alone, he’d always have to share.
“Can you forgive me, my boy, can you look past it, and let me in your heart again?”
Kirill sobbed once, and dropped to his knees. He leaned down and kissed Alexei’s boots. Laid his cheek on the cool leather for a moment and then pressed his head against Alexei’s thigh, inhaling deeply the scent of home, safety, love….“Anything. I can forgive you anything.”
Alexei carded his fingers through the thick black hair.
“Really?” he murmured. “And I can forgive you too.”
TBC
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*waits for the shit to hit the fan*
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*waits with Suz*
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I must first get in a giant *squeeeeee*
I'm really looking forward to reading it.:-)
*Goes off to read...*
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That said - the sex scene with Dmitri and Felix? Guh! Damn you making me one hell of a fan of voyeurism - even when it's not Clex. Yay! Felix!! (So lost in the fuck he didn't even notice his wife come in... *diesofthehotness*)
Love you and your pornybeautiful mind!! *hugs*
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MAN.
K, see, all this is so damn sick and twisty and hot and fucked and angsty and raw and wrong and so damn GOOD...
*hugs you*
Fuck yeah.
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And you do it so well!!
*bounce*
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This was hot then almost too sweet, and like everyone else, I'm waiting for it to all go horribly wrong again.
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*is very afraid*