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roxyAnd here's a bit more, because I love you! In the spirit of Christmas I present you with porn! It'll be like a porny advent calander, yes! I think this trioka's finally headed for the barn.
Previous Parts are here, eating caviar and complaining it tastes like fish eggs.
Fire Bird
When he was aware again, he was chin deep in hot water and oils, and Ivan washed him gently, pouring the scented water over his shoulders, and rubbing at the crusted blood on his skin with a flannel. Kirill tried to ask him how long he’d been out, but his throat burned and his voice was creaky. Ivan seemed to understand his unspoken question. “You’ve been out for most of the night. Your Uncle slept in another room.” He looked at Kirill in awe. “I think…you’ve mostly healed… it’s true, you are superhuman--”
“No.” Kirill gasped, “less than human—never forget that, less than human. I gave you proof of that many times, did I not?”
Ivan snorted faintly, “Than what about your uncle, may he drown forever in a lake of his own shit in hell?”
Kirill actually laughed at that and Ivan smiled. “You are getting better.”
Kirill stood, water sluicing off of him and raining pink back into the tub. He shone like an angel, Ivan thought, the candle light reflecting off the water gave his body the effect of being wreathed in a halo.
Kirill stared at Ivan who looked at him with naked awe and desire in his eyes and took his chin in his hand and kissed him. Ivan’s eyes closed and he whimpered into the kiss.
“Look how I’ve healed—you’ve healed me Ivan,” He moved his hand onto his stiffening cock and bit Ivan’s tongue. the young man groaned and slid his hand over the straining flesh, shivered and stopped. “I must let Boris Voronkov know you’re awake—my orders.”
Kirill nodded, of course. There was no other option. It was what was. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Uncle’s return. No doubt he’d be rested and fed and ready to begin the excercise anew. His stomach growled startlingly loud, and it-felt as if it were flattened against his spine. He wished deeply there were food to be had, he was so hungry. His body had already begun to use itself as fuel to power his healing- nourishment had to come from somewhere and his body fought to survive. Suddenly Ivan slipped in quickly, silently and passed bread and apples and fresh water to him, whispered, “Your Uncle still sleeps, you can eat—but soon he’ll wake.”
He was gone again before Kirill could speak, to thank him or warn him about Boris’ love of games…
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Kirill’s knees left streaks of blood across the wooden floor, and Boris rutted into him, breathing wet air into his ear, telling him how filthy he was, how disgusting, what a horror he was, so incapable of being loved, of giving love, unworthy of anyone’s love--Kirill cried even as his cock draped his legs with precome, the pain lifted his soul higher and higher into an ecstasy that filled his body with fire and he gasped Alexei’s name over and over. Boris howled and pulled at the thin cord wrapped around Kirill’s neck, stopping him from speaking Alexei’s name, from making any sound at all.
His love the Dark rolled in, folding itself gently over his thoughts, making the floor softer and the air warmer, it loved him so, it wanted him if no one else did, it made his cock harder, hotter and suddenly Alexei was there, bursting through the door. He came for him! He shot Boris and Boris ripped out of his body as he fell backward. He felt the warm blood of Boris’s heart splash his back and it made him tremble and his cock jerk. Alexei slid in, taking Boris place and fucked him, slow at first, so slow it made him whimper, and then faster, snapping his hips into him, the slap of wet flesh hitting flesh a song, fingers scoring his hips a caress that his body had cried out for.
Fuck me, fuck me he cried and Alexei shouted and trembled and he felt his come burn into him-- up into him and his cock jerked, spilling on the floor, his knees, his chest, his hands spread on the floor before, him—Alexei- Alexei he gasped and—
Pain! His throat was on fire! It burned and burned and his lungs burned and fluttered desperately like butterflies pinned to card and light blinded his eyes. The loops Boris had tightened around his neck slithered to the blood and come streaked floor.
Boris laughed quietly. “Did you have a good dream little one, it must have been so very good.” He flicked his tongue across his hand; milky fluid gleamed on his fingers. He wiped them on Kirill’s face and sneered. "Alexei. Always Alexei. He must have hurt you beyond anything I did, I’m jealous, my creature. I don’t think I ever caused you so much pain. You cry and it’s... different. It’s so –human. A pain from the heart. I didn’t think it was possible that you’d find love again. I thought I’d broken that along with the nurse.”
A flare of anger ran though Kirill—anguish and rage, Alexei, the nurse, all her tales of love and justice and right over might, she’d planted this seed of madness in his head that was destroying him now, those lies were killing him and yet he loved her for what she’d given him too, a chance at love, of knowing what it was …even if it rejected him he’d had it, he’d tasted it and smelled it and held it however briefly.
He looked up at Boris and spat. “Fuck you.”
Bloody spittle ran down Boris’ face, he was shocked for a moment and then smiled, a deadly slash of a smile that moved his lips up and no more.
“Shall we finish our little game, when you fought for air it tightened certain muscles so intoxicatingly—yes, it would be poetic to fuck you to death creature.”
He looped the cord around his neck again and tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened until every breath was torture in itself, the crystals in the cord sawed at his neck and made his skin bleed--he began to pray that his lungs cease their frantic fight.
Ivan was in the door way looking terrified and Boris let go of Kirill, snatched the whip from a small table and stalked towards Ivan. “Vanya, Vanya, such insolence. What gives you license to enter my rooms unasked? Didn’t we talk--”
“Oh, shut *up* you pretentious windbag.” A pop split the air and Boris dropped screaming to the floor adding his blood to what was smeared there.
Alexei walked in around Ivan, his gun raised in his leather-clad hand. “Shut up or the next one goes in your eye,” he said mildly. “Or, your balls," he said with a bit more steel in his words, as he looked Kirill over. Looked at his eyes, nearly swollen shut, his lip bisected with a deep seeping wound, his cheeks flayed open by stripes of the wand on the floor by Boris.
“Hmmm.” He walked around Kirill and took in his come streaked back, bloody welts crisscrossed on his skin. He nearly winced at the sight of blood and come leaking from Kirill’s raw hole, his eyes flicking to the crystal cock laying under Kirill, whose head was on the floor and who was gasping quietly, murmuring sorry over and over.
“Hush. There’ll be time for that later. You,” he snapped at Ivan. “Get water and towels and bring my bag to this room”.
Alexei circled the shuddering form huddled in a miserable knot on the floor. “I’m angry with you, my dear boy. You made me leave everything to come for you. Ah well,” he shrugged. “A change of scenery was in the cards, actually.” He re-holstered his pistol and kicked the quietly moaning Boris in his exploded knee, wrenching an ear-shattering shriek from him, before dropping down to cradle Kirill in his arms, heedless of the blood and other fluids staining his coat sleeves.
“I missed you so I came for you.” At his words, Kirill smiled weakly, hopelessly.
Alexei closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He spoke again, loudly, clearly and with all the emotion he was capable of. “I love you, so I came for you.”
Kirill hissed in shock, his eyes wide with wonder and –fear.
“Did you come to finish what you started in St.Petersburg,” he asked, because I’m ready to die--- I’ve been ready for a long time.” He closed his eyes against the burning, and Alexei snorted.
“No, I came for you. You’re mine and I’m keeping you. And now you’ll rest and get better and than we decide what’s to come, my pet.”
He moved away from Kirill, letting him come to rest gently on the floor.
He stood again and leaned over Boris, “Boris, Boris, Boris, what an idiot you are. Look what you’ve wasted thinking with your cock”
He jabbed Boris in his ruined knee, and all blood drained from his face and he retched violently. "A house in Saint Petersburg.” jab "you deserve to die” jab "for being so stupid” jab "If you’d shown my boy a minute of love" jab "a single kind word”-- and he ground his finger down into the wound as Boris screamed like a dying rabbit—“you’d have all of Russia now.” He stood and watched Boris’ chest heave frantically as he fought not to pass out.
“Instead you get to contemplate how nasty your last few hours on this earth are going to be. I’ve come to reclaim what’s mine Voronkov. I don’t like that you’ve been playing with it."
He whirled around at a knock, and the door opened.He gestured for the men to enter.
"Food, water, towels, clothing, every thing you asked for sir." Ivan bowed his head and Alexei dismissed him.
"Don’t go too far, you. I may have a need of you later." Ivan paled and nodded and scrambled to withdraw. Alexei smiled, every sharp tooth exposed and Kirill sobbed in gratitude. His god was here, here with him. Happiness followed him into the dark.
Tbc. *happy sigh*
Previous Parts are here, eating caviar and complaining it tastes like fish eggs.
Fire Bird
When he was aware again, he was chin deep in hot water and oils, and Ivan washed him gently, pouring the scented water over his shoulders, and rubbing at the crusted blood on his skin with a flannel. Kirill tried to ask him how long he’d been out, but his throat burned and his voice was creaky. Ivan seemed to understand his unspoken question. “You’ve been out for most of the night. Your Uncle slept in another room.” He looked at Kirill in awe. “I think…you’ve mostly healed… it’s true, you are superhuman--”
“No.” Kirill gasped, “less than human—never forget that, less than human. I gave you proof of that many times, did I not?”
Ivan snorted faintly, “Than what about your uncle, may he drown forever in a lake of his own shit in hell?”
Kirill actually laughed at that and Ivan smiled. “You are getting better.”
Kirill stood, water sluicing off of him and raining pink back into the tub. He shone like an angel, Ivan thought, the candle light reflecting off the water gave his body the effect of being wreathed in a halo.
Kirill stared at Ivan who looked at him with naked awe and desire in his eyes and took his chin in his hand and kissed him. Ivan’s eyes closed and he whimpered into the kiss.
“Look how I’ve healed—you’ve healed me Ivan,” He moved his hand onto his stiffening cock and bit Ivan’s tongue. the young man groaned and slid his hand over the straining flesh, shivered and stopped. “I must let Boris Voronkov know you’re awake—my orders.”
Kirill nodded, of course. There was no other option. It was what was. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Uncle’s return. No doubt he’d be rested and fed and ready to begin the excercise anew. His stomach growled startlingly loud, and it-felt as if it were flattened against his spine. He wished deeply there were food to be had, he was so hungry. His body had already begun to use itself as fuel to power his healing- nourishment had to come from somewhere and his body fought to survive. Suddenly Ivan slipped in quickly, silently and passed bread and apples and fresh water to him, whispered, “Your Uncle still sleeps, you can eat—but soon he’ll wake.”
He was gone again before Kirill could speak, to thank him or warn him about Boris’ love of games…
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Kirill’s knees left streaks of blood across the wooden floor, and Boris rutted into him, breathing wet air into his ear, telling him how filthy he was, how disgusting, what a horror he was, so incapable of being loved, of giving love, unworthy of anyone’s love--Kirill cried even as his cock draped his legs with precome, the pain lifted his soul higher and higher into an ecstasy that filled his body with fire and he gasped Alexei’s name over and over. Boris howled and pulled at the thin cord wrapped around Kirill’s neck, stopping him from speaking Alexei’s name, from making any sound at all.
His love the Dark rolled in, folding itself gently over his thoughts, making the floor softer and the air warmer, it loved him so, it wanted him if no one else did, it made his cock harder, hotter and suddenly Alexei was there, bursting through the door. He came for him! He shot Boris and Boris ripped out of his body as he fell backward. He felt the warm blood of Boris’s heart splash his back and it made him tremble and his cock jerk. Alexei slid in, taking Boris place and fucked him, slow at first, so slow it made him whimper, and then faster, snapping his hips into him, the slap of wet flesh hitting flesh a song, fingers scoring his hips a caress that his body had cried out for.
Fuck me, fuck me he cried and Alexei shouted and trembled and he felt his come burn into him-- up into him and his cock jerked, spilling on the floor, his knees, his chest, his hands spread on the floor before, him—Alexei- Alexei he gasped and—
Pain! His throat was on fire! It burned and burned and his lungs burned and fluttered desperately like butterflies pinned to card and light blinded his eyes. The loops Boris had tightened around his neck slithered to the blood and come streaked floor.
Boris laughed quietly. “Did you have a good dream little one, it must have been so very good.” He flicked his tongue across his hand; milky fluid gleamed on his fingers. He wiped them on Kirill’s face and sneered. "Alexei. Always Alexei. He must have hurt you beyond anything I did, I’m jealous, my creature. I don’t think I ever caused you so much pain. You cry and it’s... different. It’s so –human. A pain from the heart. I didn’t think it was possible that you’d find love again. I thought I’d broken that along with the nurse.”
A flare of anger ran though Kirill—anguish and rage, Alexei, the nurse, all her tales of love and justice and right over might, she’d planted this seed of madness in his head that was destroying him now, those lies were killing him and yet he loved her for what she’d given him too, a chance at love, of knowing what it was …even if it rejected him he’d had it, he’d tasted it and smelled it and held it however briefly.
He looked up at Boris and spat. “Fuck you.”
Bloody spittle ran down Boris’ face, he was shocked for a moment and then smiled, a deadly slash of a smile that moved his lips up and no more.
“Shall we finish our little game, when you fought for air it tightened certain muscles so intoxicatingly—yes, it would be poetic to fuck you to death creature.”
He looped the cord around his neck again and tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened until every breath was torture in itself, the crystals in the cord sawed at his neck and made his skin bleed--he began to pray that his lungs cease their frantic fight.
Ivan was in the door way looking terrified and Boris let go of Kirill, snatched the whip from a small table and stalked towards Ivan. “Vanya, Vanya, such insolence. What gives you license to enter my rooms unasked? Didn’t we talk--”
“Oh, shut *up* you pretentious windbag.” A pop split the air and Boris dropped screaming to the floor adding his blood to what was smeared there.
Alexei walked in around Ivan, his gun raised in his leather-clad hand. “Shut up or the next one goes in your eye,” he said mildly. “Or, your balls," he said with a bit more steel in his words, as he looked Kirill over. Looked at his eyes, nearly swollen shut, his lip bisected with a deep seeping wound, his cheeks flayed open by stripes of the wand on the floor by Boris.
“Hmmm.” He walked around Kirill and took in his come streaked back, bloody welts crisscrossed on his skin. He nearly winced at the sight of blood and come leaking from Kirill’s raw hole, his eyes flicking to the crystal cock laying under Kirill, whose head was on the floor and who was gasping quietly, murmuring sorry over and over.
“Hush. There’ll be time for that later. You,” he snapped at Ivan. “Get water and towels and bring my bag to this room”.
Alexei circled the shuddering form huddled in a miserable knot on the floor. “I’m angry with you, my dear boy. You made me leave everything to come for you. Ah well,” he shrugged. “A change of scenery was in the cards, actually.” He re-holstered his pistol and kicked the quietly moaning Boris in his exploded knee, wrenching an ear-shattering shriek from him, before dropping down to cradle Kirill in his arms, heedless of the blood and other fluids staining his coat sleeves.
“I missed you so I came for you.” At his words, Kirill smiled weakly, hopelessly.
Alexei closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He spoke again, loudly, clearly and with all the emotion he was capable of. “I love you, so I came for you.”
Kirill hissed in shock, his eyes wide with wonder and –fear.
“Did you come to finish what you started in St.Petersburg,” he asked, because I’m ready to die--- I’ve been ready for a long time.” He closed his eyes against the burning, and Alexei snorted.
“No, I came for you. You’re mine and I’m keeping you. And now you’ll rest and get better and than we decide what’s to come, my pet.”
He moved away from Kirill, letting him come to rest gently on the floor.
He stood again and leaned over Boris, “Boris, Boris, Boris, what an idiot you are. Look what you’ve wasted thinking with your cock”
He jabbed Boris in his ruined knee, and all blood drained from his face and he retched violently. "A house in Saint Petersburg.” jab "you deserve to die” jab "for being so stupid” jab "If you’d shown my boy a minute of love" jab "a single kind word”-- and he ground his finger down into the wound as Boris screamed like a dying rabbit—“you’d have all of Russia now.” He stood and watched Boris’ chest heave frantically as he fought not to pass out.
“Instead you get to contemplate how nasty your last few hours on this earth are going to be. I’ve come to reclaim what’s mine Voronkov. I don’t like that you’ve been playing with it."
He whirled around at a knock, and the door opened.He gestured for the men to enter.
"Food, water, towels, clothing, every thing you asked for sir." Ivan bowed his head and Alexei dismissed him.
"Don’t go too far, you. I may have a need of you later." Ivan paled and nodded and scrambled to withdraw. Alexei smiled, every sharp tooth exposed and Kirill sobbed in gratitude. His god was here, here with him. Happiness followed him into the dark.
Tbc. *happy sigh*
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12/15/04 04:50 am (UTC)*fawns over Alexei* *fawns over Kiril* *cuddles Ivan*
Poor Ivan, I hope he doesnt' get too abused by Alexei.
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12/15/04 03:14 pm (UTC)I'm happy with you! *kiss*
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12/15/04 07:58 am (UTC)I thought the first bit was real, then it was just a dream, but then it happened anyway.
I'm actually glad we didn't see the Kryptonite dildo, it was enough to know what was going to happen.
I love Alexei, even if he is damaged. I just hope Ivan doesn't get too hurt in the crossfire.
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12/15/04 02:46 pm (UTC)*almost hugs Alexei* *eyes you warily*
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12/15/04 03:59 pm (UTC)*snerk*
HA!
Boris shot. I like.
*bounce*
Yay! You're making it kinda sorta happy!!
What horrors await?
*flails*
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12/15/04 06:09 pm (UTC)And you *know* Alexei's not about to get rid of the crystal! He loves him and all but...
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12/15/04 08:54 pm (UTC)*eeevol*
So twisted and wrong but you KNOW...that's why i love it.
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12/19/04 04:51 pm (UTC)“No, I came for you. You’re mine and I’m keeping you.
made me weak in the knees.
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12/29/04 05:27 pm (UTC)You totally faked me out with Kirill's little dream! Then he really did come! And he admitted he loves Kirill!! *Happy days!*
If I were Kirill, I'd be pretty damn wary of any more delcarations of love. On the other hand, given how he sees Alexei as his God, I suppose even if Alexei were to be toying with him again, Kirill would let him.
Poor, abused Kirill!! I can't wait for Alexei to wreck holy hell on that asshole Boris!! Yay!