Fire Bird--Not Fininshed Yet...
12/7/04 02:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roxy...andI told myself I'd be done by St. Nick's day, poop. Any way, bridge, bridge, bridge. Come on Alexei! Move it damn it!
Wave good bye to our little friends, the cousins! Bye Felix, Bye Dmitri--I love you boys. It was fun.
FireBird
Alexei watched the driver from the open doorway of the garage. He was bent over the hood and completely absorbed in what he was doing. Alexei ghosted up behind him and spoke quietly.
“Where is he?”
The driver screamed and had sense enough to try to bolt forward, away from the voice of his nightmares, but Alexei’s hand reached out and twisted in his collar in a death grip. He flipped the man around so that he was pinned and bent backward over the engine.
“Where is he?” Alexei leaned forward and locked eyes with him; a small smile on his lips and the driver began to sweat. “You remember the fun we had, we can have that again….”
The driver’s leg twitched in a spasm of recalled pain- the knife sinking in like a spear of ice, digging through muscle…“Who—he—he’s not here! I haven’t seen him!”
He tried to shrink down inside his jacket, and Alexei grinned and tightened his grip on the jacket collar until he was red and gasping for air.
“Tell me the truth,” Alexei growled and the driver began to cry. “He’s not here—haven’t seen him-swear, swear!” he gasped.
“God damn it!” Alexei let the man drop and walked back toward the palace. He’s not here, he thought. Fine. He has nowhere else to go, no one to go to— Alexei stopped. No—no he wouldn’t. Damn.
Alexei tried to calculate how many days it would take to return they way they came by foot—and then figure how long it would take a being like Kirill. He stopped and drew a long breath and slowly exhaled, hands on his hips. Well then, this was a change in plans. He was going to have to do a little cleaning—
********
Curiosity made Alexei stop in Felix’s rooms before going to his own, and as he expected, Dmitri was with him.
Felix was the color of milk, and looked as though he were about to fly into a million pieces. He paced nonstop and Dmitri followed him like a chick after the hen. Idiots, falling to pieces, he thought. No heart as well as no brains, he smirked, until Felix spoke.
“You know I’m under arrest? Dmitri and I? They’re coming to get us, Uncle and Aunt—“
Alexei cursed to himself. Already? He thought they’d have at least another day before action was taken. Damn. He already regretted the impulse that made him stop here—at least he knew he hadn’t time for ‘cleaning’. Shit, shit… he had no one to blame but himself, he wasted time punishing her when he should have taken Kirill and himself out of the country. This is what happens when you don’t keep discipline, he thought.
Felix was going on and on about the fucking destiny of Russia and patriotism and just begging to be slapped into silence. Enough-- Alexei snarled and turned to leave.
“What will happen to us Alexei, what will happen?” Felix cried out, shaking like a leaf.
Alexei shrugged and looked bored. “To you and your Duke? I don’t know and truth I don’t care. I’m sick to death of the both of you. I’m bored by your games and bored by your lives. It’s simply not worth it any more—You want to know what’s going to happen? I’ll tell you—you’re going to hell and not soon enough as far as I’m concerned.
Fuck you both”
“You—you—whore! You stinking bastard whore,” Felix hissed, shaking in rage now as well as fear.” You ungrateful bastard, who brought you here? Where would you be without me? Still on your knees in the barracks, you disgusting slut!"
Alexei laughed lightly as if he’d been told an amusing story, “My life didn’t bother you, my Prince, when my cock was in your ass, and you were screaming for it, did it? And as far as gratitude goes,” he whispered, "Shall I show it by demonstrating other skills I learned in my very interesting life?”
He stared into Felix’s eyes and let everything he kept hidden by habit fill his own ice blue eyes, and Felix paled and stepped back, bumping into Dmitri.
Dmitri leaned into Felix and put his arms around him, and hissed at Alexei.
"Don’t threaten us, trash, unless you want to lose everything you have--you’re not pretty enough to fuck your way up through the ranks anymore, ‘Lexei.”
He tightened his grip around Felix, and murmured into his throat, "Don’t worry about him—he’ll learn humility soon enough. I’ll protect you, all you need is me--”
Felix pushed Dmitri away violently, whirled and slapped him hard enough to rock his head back. “Leave me alone! Do something useful, you ass! Go get Irina- I want Irina. She’ll know what to do. She’ll make me feel better…”
“But, but I,” the Duke began and Felix shoved him away again, shouting as Dmitri staggered backwards.
“Do as I say! Get the Princess!”
Alexei raised an eyebrow. It was almost worth losing time to see this little drama played out. So. Dmitri didn’t hold the leash after all? Or perhaps not as tightly as he’d thought.....
The Duke passed him, his cheek stained with a bright red handprint and Alexei grinned at him and blocked his exit with an arm across the doorway, expecting to see fury and prepared to spar with the man. He was startled into dropping his arm when he saw tears in the young man’s eyes. Ah.
Dmitri tried to snarl and shoved past him roughly as he left the room. He watched him leave. Poor idiot. Joining Alexei in his little plot was a big price to pay; one that by the looks of it was not going to pay out.
Alexei looked a final time at the Prince, huddled in his robe and rocking back and forth on the divan, talking quietly to himself. He smirked.
The Prince would be just fine, that type always came up smelling like roses, no matter the shit they swam through. Poor Dmitri on the other hand, was going to suffer, Alexei thought.
Good. It will help him grow, everyone needed some suffering. It was…educational. It certainly educated me, he thought as his footsteps rang out in the empty foyer.
He pushed out through the doors and into the blinding winter sun. He stopped to let his eyes adjust to the change in light, hand over his gun and alert –ever alert.
He’d come up in this life alone, and done things to get out of the gutter that he’d never regretted. He learned at a very tender age there was nothing in this life too vile to be considered or too frightening to do. Shit, he spent enough time flat on his face waiting for some pig grunt his way through a fuck to know nothing lands on your plate without a price to be paid. He thought of Kirill and what it would cost him to be with him. He shrugged his coat closed, shouldered his bag and marched down the steps. His hard won life for the possibility of a new life with the boy?
He showed white, white teeth to the world and nodded once briskly.
An equitable price.
TBC
Previous Parts are here, if you need to see them. It'll cost you though. *wink*
ETA: I neglected to give credit where credit is due-- in my comments to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
betrue I mentioned that the background for Aelxei was influenced by nerodi's lively PegBoy fics- thank you so much darlin' for the inspiration and I hope you don't mind. *hug* Cookie...truffle...my first born?
Wave good bye to our little friends, the cousins! Bye Felix, Bye Dmitri--I love you boys. It was fun.
FireBird
Alexei watched the driver from the open doorway of the garage. He was bent over the hood and completely absorbed in what he was doing. Alexei ghosted up behind him and spoke quietly.
“Where is he?”
The driver screamed and had sense enough to try to bolt forward, away from the voice of his nightmares, but Alexei’s hand reached out and twisted in his collar in a death grip. He flipped the man around so that he was pinned and bent backward over the engine.
“Where is he?” Alexei leaned forward and locked eyes with him; a small smile on his lips and the driver began to sweat. “You remember the fun we had, we can have that again….”
The driver’s leg twitched in a spasm of recalled pain- the knife sinking in like a spear of ice, digging through muscle…“Who—he—he’s not here! I haven’t seen him!”
He tried to shrink down inside his jacket, and Alexei grinned and tightened his grip on the jacket collar until he was red and gasping for air.
“Tell me the truth,” Alexei growled and the driver began to cry. “He’s not here—haven’t seen him-swear, swear!” he gasped.
“God damn it!” Alexei let the man drop and walked back toward the palace. He’s not here, he thought. Fine. He has nowhere else to go, no one to go to— Alexei stopped. No—no he wouldn’t. Damn.
Alexei tried to calculate how many days it would take to return they way they came by foot—and then figure how long it would take a being like Kirill. He stopped and drew a long breath and slowly exhaled, hands on his hips. Well then, this was a change in plans. He was going to have to do a little cleaning—
********
Curiosity made Alexei stop in Felix’s rooms before going to his own, and as he expected, Dmitri was with him.
Felix was the color of milk, and looked as though he were about to fly into a million pieces. He paced nonstop and Dmitri followed him like a chick after the hen. Idiots, falling to pieces, he thought. No heart as well as no brains, he smirked, until Felix spoke.
“You know I’m under arrest? Dmitri and I? They’re coming to get us, Uncle and Aunt—“
Alexei cursed to himself. Already? He thought they’d have at least another day before action was taken. Damn. He already regretted the impulse that made him stop here—at least he knew he hadn’t time for ‘cleaning’. Shit, shit… he had no one to blame but himself, he wasted time punishing her when he should have taken Kirill and himself out of the country. This is what happens when you don’t keep discipline, he thought.
Felix was going on and on about the fucking destiny of Russia and patriotism and just begging to be slapped into silence. Enough-- Alexei snarled and turned to leave.
“What will happen to us Alexei, what will happen?” Felix cried out, shaking like a leaf.
Alexei shrugged and looked bored. “To you and your Duke? I don’t know and truth I don’t care. I’m sick to death of the both of you. I’m bored by your games and bored by your lives. It’s simply not worth it any more—You want to know what’s going to happen? I’ll tell you—you’re going to hell and not soon enough as far as I’m concerned.
Fuck you both”
“You—you—whore! You stinking bastard whore,” Felix hissed, shaking in rage now as well as fear.” You ungrateful bastard, who brought you here? Where would you be without me? Still on your knees in the barracks, you disgusting slut!"
Alexei laughed lightly as if he’d been told an amusing story, “My life didn’t bother you, my Prince, when my cock was in your ass, and you were screaming for it, did it? And as far as gratitude goes,” he whispered, "Shall I show it by demonstrating other skills I learned in my very interesting life?”
He stared into Felix’s eyes and let everything he kept hidden by habit fill his own ice blue eyes, and Felix paled and stepped back, bumping into Dmitri.
Dmitri leaned into Felix and put his arms around him, and hissed at Alexei.
"Don’t threaten us, trash, unless you want to lose everything you have--you’re not pretty enough to fuck your way up through the ranks anymore, ‘Lexei.”
He tightened his grip around Felix, and murmured into his throat, "Don’t worry about him—he’ll learn humility soon enough. I’ll protect you, all you need is me--”
Felix pushed Dmitri away violently, whirled and slapped him hard enough to rock his head back. “Leave me alone! Do something useful, you ass! Go get Irina- I want Irina. She’ll know what to do. She’ll make me feel better…”
“But, but I,” the Duke began and Felix shoved him away again, shouting as Dmitri staggered backwards.
“Do as I say! Get the Princess!”
Alexei raised an eyebrow. It was almost worth losing time to see this little drama played out. So. Dmitri didn’t hold the leash after all? Or perhaps not as tightly as he’d thought.....
The Duke passed him, his cheek stained with a bright red handprint and Alexei grinned at him and blocked his exit with an arm across the doorway, expecting to see fury and prepared to spar with the man. He was startled into dropping his arm when he saw tears in the young man’s eyes. Ah.
Dmitri tried to snarl and shoved past him roughly as he left the room. He watched him leave. Poor idiot. Joining Alexei in his little plot was a big price to pay; one that by the looks of it was not going to pay out.
Alexei looked a final time at the Prince, huddled in his robe and rocking back and forth on the divan, talking quietly to himself. He smirked.
The Prince would be just fine, that type always came up smelling like roses, no matter the shit they swam through. Poor Dmitri on the other hand, was going to suffer, Alexei thought.
Good. It will help him grow, everyone needed some suffering. It was…educational. It certainly educated me, he thought as his footsteps rang out in the empty foyer.
He pushed out through the doors and into the blinding winter sun. He stopped to let his eyes adjust to the change in light, hand over his gun and alert –ever alert.
He’d come up in this life alone, and done things to get out of the gutter that he’d never regretted. He learned at a very tender age there was nothing in this life too vile to be considered or too frightening to do. Shit, he spent enough time flat on his face waiting for some pig grunt his way through a fuck to know nothing lands on your plate without a price to be paid. He thought of Kirill and what it would cost him to be with him. He shrugged his coat closed, shouldered his bag and marched down the steps. His hard won life for the possibility of a new life with the boy?
He showed white, white teeth to the world and nodded once briskly.
An equitable price.
TBC
Previous Parts are here, if you need to see them. It'll cost you though. *wink*
ETA: I neglected to give credit where credit is due-- in my comments to
betrue I mentioned that the background for Aelxei was influenced by nerodi's lively PegBoy fics- thank you so much darlin' for the inspiration and I hope you don't mind. *hug* Cookie...truffle...my first born?![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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12/7/04 02:18 pm (UTC)On a sad note, I do feel bad for Demitri. Poor boy. *shakes head*
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12/7/04 05:22 pm (UTC)Wow! go you girl, that's getting in the spirit!
On a sad note, I do feel bad for Demitri. Poor boy. *shakes head*
Aww. At times, you're strangely tender-hearted, aren't you?
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12/7/04 05:25 pm (UTC)Tell anyone and I shall cover you in tiny paper cuts and squirt lemon juice all over you. And then bleach, and you will have to explain to everyone why you are suddenly white.
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12/7/04 05:49 pm (UTC)