roxy. Fire Bird, again!

Hey! I 'm on a roll! Yer mother is feeling sooo good, all warm and toasty and my coffee cup is full, what the fuck, let's post some more !

The Previous Parts are here, seducing your sister.And your brother.Oh,by the way, don't bother your mother, she's laying down with a...a headache. Yes. Ummm--your father's got one too...

Fire Bird

In the madness that followed, Kirill and Alexei had no time to be alone, and in fact, Alexei sent Kirill to stay at a hotel, “Until everything settles, it’s best for you to be away. I’ll send for you as soon as it’s possible.”

That had been two days, and Kirill ached to be with him. It hurt so much that he couldn’t lie down, couldn’t sleep. He spent hours walking the floor, pacing and vibrating inside, like a live thing inside him wanted to burst from its cage of bone. He threw himself onto the sofa and pushed down into the pillows. He needed sleep, he needed Alexei—the burn drove him upright again.

It truly was a physical pain, a burning ache under his breastbone—he wanted Alexei. He wanted him so desperately it choked him. He moaned low in his chest and undid his trousers and touched himself. He ran his fingers over his hard, hot flesh and sighed quietly. He wanted Alexei looking at him, watching him.

The thought made his hips lift; he groaned and thrust up into his hand. He pulled his hand up and twisted it around the head of his cock and pictured Alexei telling him what to do, how to stroke himself, telling him to hold and squeeze his balls, there like that, and under, slide your finger in, can you do that? Kirill lifted himself, pushed a finger into the warm grasping ring of muscle and drove it upward, searching, searching—ah! There- there—his hand was a blur over his cock and he fucked himself frantically.

He called out for Alexei, coming in waves over his pumping fist, coming so hard he trapped his finger inside himself and felt the spasms as come spewed from his lashing cock. When he could move again he sobbed steadily and quietly and wiped his hand on his undershirt, curled in on himself in the sofa and rocked back and forth. Ah—Alexei. Please, please come for me, he prayed. Please come for me soon.

There was a knock at the door and he jerked awake. For a moment his spirit took flight until he realized Alexei wouldn’t knock. He opened the door and received a message from the hotel employee.

He closed the door and lifted the envelope to his nose in shaking fingers. He inhaled deeply the scent of Alexei permeating the envelope, the paper inside. His hand had touched it and now it was breathing life into him again.
He opened it, scanned the single line on it—and joy made his head swim.

Come to our room now.
A.

Kirill opened the door to their apartments. The room was ablaze with the golden glow of candles; candles flickered on every surface, the scent of roses and tobacco perfumed the air, the scent of Alexei--as it should – filled the air. The candlelight reflected in the mirrors and danced over every reflective surface. Kirill smiled, he loved the electric lights but candle light was what he knew best, made him most comfortable—and He’d acknowledged that and created this beauty for him.

The flames in the fireplace were low and lit the figure of Alexei, made a miracle of him, he stood with one arm on the mantel and his fur lined robe draped over him like a cape and nothing else hiding his skin, his skin—

he needed to touch it, slide his fingers over it, and taste it. He sank on his knees in front of Alexei, and kissed his rapidly swelling cock. He held his hips and kissed from the ripe full head to the smooth base, up the small swell of his belly, hard muscle and skin like satin shifting over it with every roll of his hips. Kirill opened his mouth and Alexei slid his cock in, and in, and in until Kirill lips were pressed against his taut belly, he thrust once, twice and groaned and came deep in Kirill’s mouth, come shooting down his throat so swiftly he fought to swallow, and Alexei hissed and shuddered with each desperate gulp.

He leaned on Kirill’s shoulders as the boy let his soft cock slip from his lips.

“I—I have something to tell you.” Alexei gasped. Kirill looked up into His face, his beautiful face.

“Stand up,” Alexei coaxed him to his feet with gentle hands and held his face with just the tips of his warm fingers like it was the thinnest most fragile porcelain, and kissed him so tenderly, so sweetly, it filled his soul

“Kirill. Kirill. Love, love…” He petted Kirill’s face, his shoulders, and looked into his eyes. Kirill’s heart beat harder—Alexei’s eye’s shimmered, full with the weight of the love, reflecting the love Kirill felt-

“I was wrong in how I treated you.” He stilled Kirill’s protests with his fingers on his lips.

“I love you, I love you beyond all things my darling one—I can’t live without you, I know this now—you are everything to me! My heart is empty unless you fill it.” Tears spilled from his eyes, and his voice shook. "I was alone, alone, never having knowledge of this feeling,” he touched an elegant hand to his breast and Kirill lay his over it, tears on his own cheeks. "And now that I have it, I can never, never let it go.”

Kirill felt joy so intense it could be pain—it filled him and made him human, he was sure of it.
He wanted him—Alexei accepted him, the god finally accepted his sacrifice. All the blood, all the pain he’d given was rewarded here, in this room by Him. His master.

He held Alexei’s hand to his lips and pressed kisses on the tender flesh. “Master. Anything for you.” Anything for you, my love.

“Yes,” Alexei said calmly. “You did say something like that once, didn’t you?” Kirill looked up at him, and Alexei was smiling. The look—

Kirill heard clapping and in the bedroom doorway was the woman from the café.

“Oh, excellent Alexei. What fun! Look how he holds your hand, so sweet! And he’s crying…you were right, he is amusing. How delightful!”

Alexei pulled his hand from Kirill’s ice-cold grip and moved to stand by the fire again.

“I know”, he laughed. ”Look--” he wiped his cheek and held his hand out to her—“Real tears. I made my self cry-- I had no idea I could be that convincing.”

She laughed and clapped again as he repeated in a mocking tone,"My heart is empty unless you fill it.” He mimed at wiping tears from his cheek, and sneered “God, what tripe!”

He affected a look of surprise as he looked at Kirill. “Why are you still here? I’ll call for you in the morning. You can sleep in the garage tonight. I’m sure you’ll enjoy that.”

Kirill backed up, slowly moving backward until he stumbled against the door. He couldn’t take his eyes from Alexei. His ears were filled with the roaring sound of his blood rushing and pounding in his veins and a strange feeling swept through him, as though he were holding snow in his hand, but more intense, more—painful than he’d ever experienced…it made his teeth chatter, and he ground them together to stop doing so, to keep his lips from trembling with the movement.

He reached behind himself and unlatched the door. The trembling spread to every part of him, his hand slipped off the doorknob again and again. A sound fought its way out of his throat, ripping as it went, and died before his mouth opened and for that he was grateful.

He’d already cried in front of him and he’d die before he mourned aloud in front of him. He fell backward out the door and Alexei’s eyes were still on him, a triumphant sneer on his lips. Kirill dropped his head and turned, he couldn’t stand to see the contempt any more.

He didn’t want to harm him, he – he needed to be far away. He’d failed. He didn’t make Him happy, it wasn’t enough. He’d reached above himself. But no matter. He knew where he belonged. Finally. He knew in every fiber of his being, with clarity that gave him relief and almost made him smile, he knew he had a place.

TBC, babees!

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