Enough Talk! Story Time!
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roxyHere the Previous Parts are milling about, wondering what's to become of them.
Fire Bird
The door shut, and Alexei smiled. That had gone even better than he dreamed it would. And the feeling —so delicious. A shudder swept him from head to toe, and he clenched his hands tight, nails cutting into his palms with the force. It was good, it felt…wonderful, it felt like victory--it felt like a clean kill.
She called to him from the bedroom and his hands flew open, his fingers curled in to scrape up his bare thighs, leaving raised pink trails.
“Alexei, darling, don’t make me wait. I don’t like waiting, you know how I hate it. I’ m sure you don’t mean to make me impatient. I’ m sure you don’t want to anger me…. ”
“Oh no my pet,” he replied, “I’d never want to anger you. I know how you hate to wait, sweetling. I won’t make you wait any more. Your Alexei is coming.”
He dropped the robe from his shoulders and shuddered. When did it get so damn cold in here…
America. The thought sprang into his mind unbidden and startled him. A clear picture of himself at the railing of a great ship, wind sweeping over the prow, pulling at him, chilling him--and a huge and rather unattractive statue of a woman growing larger on the horizon-- formed in his mind. It made the ice recede a bit.
America. He smiled and paused on his way to the bedroom, and as always first caressed and then slowly opened the carved wooden box on a table by the door. He pressed a delicate wooden rose and a clever drawer popped open. Inside was nestled the velvet bundle that contained his favorites. He slipped one of the softly glowing blades free of the bundle just as she called him again, her voice full of petulance. He ran a finger softly along the edge and gasped quietly as a hair thin red line opened on the pad, he raised the blade to his lips, kissed the flat of it with as much fervor as he kissed his boy’s cock, closed his eyes and touched the tip of his tongue to the surface, as smooth and warm as flesh.
The ice flowed out of his limbs and he saw his beautiful boy next to him, his eyes bright green and sparkling as they had been that day he played with his cigarette case, his hair blown by the wind, his cheeks as red as his lips and he was laughing, laughing…
Alexei opened his eyes and caressed the blade a final time, smiling, unaware that tears dropped onto the velvet.
He went into the bedroom, and called her name softly.
*************
In the morning he threw what he’d need, what Kirill would need, into a bag. He looked around the apartment and thought how much his life had changed in a few short months…he loved this apartment but he left it gladly.
He was going to live fully his new life, his real life, the one that started the moment he met his beautiful creature, his boy. He felt a brief stab of pain remembering what he’d done the last night, how the act designed to cut the weakness from his soul nearly wrenched his soul from him instead.
If this was weakness, he vowed to make it work in his favor—and somehow, he doubted loving some one like Kirill could be a weakness— He understood him like no human ever could. Between the two of them they became one stronger being, a nearly invincible being. What they could do together, what they could create.
The world waited for them, the universe held it’s breath, and if it had sense it was trembling in fear.…
He took one more look around the apartment. It was going to hurt to leave his beloved books behind. He regretted the necessity —ah well, she could have them, she could have everything. He walked into the bedroom for the last time, and looked down on the bed.
“Oh dear. I don’t think you’re going to be interested in what I have to offer you. Ah well, you afforded me some very pleasurable moments. And to think I wasted precious hours trying to have conversation with you, when your strength lay in bleeding.”
He walked around the side of the bed, critically examining the bound and slowly cooling form on the bed. He had to admit, the gag fashioned from a strip of Kirill’ s undergarments was a nice touch, rather…poetic. It’d made her smell…almost good. He could smell it over the odor of blood and shit even now, he mused.
There was something about each other’s scent— the taste of each other’s come—it bound them together, he realized. The first taste of Kirill had been the catalyst but it had only bound him, not Felix or other’s who’d been with him, not even that stableboy, the beautiful one…
They were bound together, forever? Why? How? Could he bond with anyone else, he wondered,no one else spoke of the feeling the boy’s come created, the joy of filling his mouth with it—the bliss the taste brought him –
He shivered in remembered pleasure and bent to look closely at a swirl carved into a still plump and rosy cheek. Very nice—it complimented the curve of her cheekbone, not that she’d appreciated it.
He rolled her head to one side, the blood there already tacky and making her hair adhere to the soaked sheets. He’d be sure to describe it to Kirill when he apologized to him, he thought and picked up the bottle of rose scented oil tucked behind the bed pillows.
He left the bedroom and stopped at the little table that held the beautiful carved box, and considered, and added it to the bag. He locked the doors without a backward look. It was time to collect his boy.
Aww- happy ending? TBC!
Fire Bird
The door shut, and Alexei smiled. That had gone even better than he dreamed it would. And the feeling —so delicious. A shudder swept him from head to toe, and he clenched his hands tight, nails cutting into his palms with the force. It was good, it felt…wonderful, it felt like victory--it felt like a clean kill.
She called to him from the bedroom and his hands flew open, his fingers curled in to scrape up his bare thighs, leaving raised pink trails.
“Alexei, darling, don’t make me wait. I don’t like waiting, you know how I hate it. I’ m sure you don’t mean to make me impatient. I’ m sure you don’t want to anger me…. ”
“Oh no my pet,” he replied, “I’d never want to anger you. I know how you hate to wait, sweetling. I won’t make you wait any more. Your Alexei is coming.”
He dropped the robe from his shoulders and shuddered. When did it get so damn cold in here…
America. The thought sprang into his mind unbidden and startled him. A clear picture of himself at the railing of a great ship, wind sweeping over the prow, pulling at him, chilling him--and a huge and rather unattractive statue of a woman growing larger on the horizon-- formed in his mind. It made the ice recede a bit.
America. He smiled and paused on his way to the bedroom, and as always first caressed and then slowly opened the carved wooden box on a table by the door. He pressed a delicate wooden rose and a clever drawer popped open. Inside was nestled the velvet bundle that contained his favorites. He slipped one of the softly glowing blades free of the bundle just as she called him again, her voice full of petulance. He ran a finger softly along the edge and gasped quietly as a hair thin red line opened on the pad, he raised the blade to his lips, kissed the flat of it with as much fervor as he kissed his boy’s cock, closed his eyes and touched the tip of his tongue to the surface, as smooth and warm as flesh.
The ice flowed out of his limbs and he saw his beautiful boy next to him, his eyes bright green and sparkling as they had been that day he played with his cigarette case, his hair blown by the wind, his cheeks as red as his lips and he was laughing, laughing…
Alexei opened his eyes and caressed the blade a final time, smiling, unaware that tears dropped onto the velvet.
He went into the bedroom, and called her name softly.
*************
In the morning he threw what he’d need, what Kirill would need, into a bag. He looked around the apartment and thought how much his life had changed in a few short months…he loved this apartment but he left it gladly.
He was going to live fully his new life, his real life, the one that started the moment he met his beautiful creature, his boy. He felt a brief stab of pain remembering what he’d done the last night, how the act designed to cut the weakness from his soul nearly wrenched his soul from him instead.
If this was weakness, he vowed to make it work in his favor—and somehow, he doubted loving some one like Kirill could be a weakness— He understood him like no human ever could. Between the two of them they became one stronger being, a nearly invincible being. What they could do together, what they could create.
The world waited for them, the universe held it’s breath, and if it had sense it was trembling in fear.…
He took one more look around the apartment. It was going to hurt to leave his beloved books behind. He regretted the necessity —ah well, she could have them, she could have everything. He walked into the bedroom for the last time, and looked down on the bed.
“Oh dear. I don’t think you’re going to be interested in what I have to offer you. Ah well, you afforded me some very pleasurable moments. And to think I wasted precious hours trying to have conversation with you, when your strength lay in bleeding.”
He walked around the side of the bed, critically examining the bound and slowly cooling form on the bed. He had to admit, the gag fashioned from a strip of Kirill’ s undergarments was a nice touch, rather…poetic. It’d made her smell…almost good. He could smell it over the odor of blood and shit even now, he mused.
There was something about each other’s scent— the taste of each other’s come—it bound them together, he realized. The first taste of Kirill had been the catalyst but it had only bound him, not Felix or other’s who’d been with him, not even that stableboy, the beautiful one…
They were bound together, forever? Why? How? Could he bond with anyone else, he wondered,no one else spoke of the feeling the boy’s come created, the joy of filling his mouth with it—the bliss the taste brought him –
He shivered in remembered pleasure and bent to look closely at a swirl carved into a still plump and rosy cheek. Very nice—it complimented the curve of her cheekbone, not that she’d appreciated it.
He rolled her head to one side, the blood there already tacky and making her hair adhere to the soaked sheets. He’d be sure to describe it to Kirill when he apologized to him, he thought and picked up the bottle of rose scented oil tucked behind the bed pillows.
He left the bedroom and stopped at the little table that held the beautiful carved box, and considered, and added it to the bag. He locked the doors without a backward look. It was time to collect his boy.
Aww- happy ending? TBC!
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12/6/04 01:38 am (UTC)I don't know if they can do happy - but I think it is best to hope that no one winds up dead.
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12/12/04 06:12 pm (UTC)*kisses back, sniffling* Make it better?
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12/6/04 05:49 am (UTC)I don't understand why Alexei did that to Kirill if he was just going to kill that woman (his wife?) right after. And did he really belive Kirill woulc just return to the hotel or is this part of some larger plan? Alexei is, after all, all about the planning. *g*
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12/6/04 01:35 pm (UTC)And golly, it was so clear in my head! *blush* Maybe I just diidn't like the broad a little too much? *sheepish grin*
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12/6/04 05:57 am (UTC)This is going to end in horror and blood and angst and pain and utter, utter howling misery.
Isn't it.
*cowers*
Love you!!
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12/6/04 01:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
12/6/04 03:29 pm (UTC)*slumps*
You are just...skeeeery.
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12/6/04 10:48 am (UTC)*bites nails*
*refreshes flist*
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12/6/04 01:39 pm (UTC)AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! ((dives under the bedcovers))
12/6/04 11:19 am (UTC)Re: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! ((dives under the bedcovers))
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12/7/04 02:02 am (UTC)Why, yes ma'am. I surely am.
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