Fire Bird And The Gray Wolf
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roxyLook! Some story fell out of my head, YaY!
There may be a mini storm of FireBird, I finally was able to work around Boris' demise-- it was much much harder to write than I thought it would be, and I'm not entirely satisfied but I don't think I can do anything else --I've been redoing it for ever it feeels like.hah! I'm so anal sometimes.
So, shoulder and neck still hurt but my arm and chest are fine now-- thank goodness. Thanks for your concern everybody-- love you!
Fire Bird
Alexei was astonished anew at how quickly Kirill recovered from what would have killed an ordinary man. Shielded from the effect of the green crystal, having decent food and sunlight seemed to speed the process along. In no more than a day, Kirill was once again fit and healthy.
They lay together in Boris’ huge carved wood bed, wrapped up in comforters and a huge fur blanket. Pillows piled high enveloped them and the sensation of warmth, the softness of the pillows cradling Alexei’s head was a pleasure he felt bone deep after his frantic flight to reclaim and protect his boy. He looked down on the head lying on his chest and smiled. Perhaps one day, he’d tell him about his journey back for him. It had been—interesting. Very nostalgic it had been, and he wanted Boris to suffer for that too.
Alexei stroked his hair with one hand and tapped the ash from his cigarette into an enameled dish at the bedside with the other. He relished the feel of Kirill’s steel arms wrapped tenderly around him, and he watched Boris shake and groan quietly in the corner with mild interest and exhaled slowly. As the smoke snaked it’s way into the dark above the bed he considered his next move. Soon they would need to be on the move, and he had plans for that. But first, a gift for his boy….
He shrugged his shoulder to get Kirill’s attention.
“What do you want me to do to Boris little one? Or—would you prefer to handle him yourself. It is after all your right.” He smiled a real smile, even though Kirill could not see it.
Kirill rolled onto his back and pulled the blanket closer around the two of them. “He’s not much fun now that you’ve broken his knee.” He lifted his head higher to examine the bandages wound around Boris’ leg, it looked lumpy and white and made Boris’ nude form look a little pathetic. “Ivan does a good job of bandaging doesn’t he?”
Kirill smiled at Boris and he flinched. Kirill laughed and snugged closer to Alexei. “Tell me what to do, how do you want me to do it?”
Alexei grabbed handfuls of Kirill’s thick black hair and shook him roughly from side to side, as the boy grinned at him. He smiled back—his boy was happy, and he rather enjoyed the feeling that gave him. Nothing could hurt his boy unless he wanted it to.
“Ah, it’s not for me to tell you how to exact your revenge. Be creative, my beloved one, be creative.”
Boris shifted in his corner, a moan of fear leaking from his lips, and he scooted deeper into his dark corner. The ropes wound tighter around his legs and he began to pray he’d die of blood loss before Kirill decided his fate.
On the bed Kirill traced with his tongue a meandering line up Alexei’s chest, marveling once again at how smooth, how exciting his hairless body was. He bent and licked around his nipples, teasing them a bit until Alexei sighed and seemed to melt under his mouth. It was thrilling to feel him loosen like that, Kirill thought. It filled him with a sense of power, and made his blood flow hot.
It was second nature for Alexei to be prepared for anything at all times and he was always tight as a wire, sharp as a knife, always seeking, measuring--but here in this bed…Kirill smiled and bit down on the little patch of skin he’d been teasing and Alexei hissed and jerked, sighed again in pleasure. Kirill licked at the reddened flesh and considered his next move.
Boris, Boris Mikhailov Voronkov. The force that drove his life, shaped his world. Everything he was he owed to Boris, and his whole life he’d dreamed of nothing more than killing him. Wanted to smash his bones to powder and tear him into scraps and scatter the pieces into the wind. He felt a wave of delicious warmth sweep him imagining Boris’ screams—that would be a very fine thing.
He leaped from the bed and strode past Boris who flinched violently and scrabbled back from Kirill as far as the rope would let him. He pulled open the door and called for Ivan, and looked down in surprise at the startled little snort at his feet. Ivan lifted his head from his mat on the floor, focused blearily on Kirill, and immediately tried to scramble to his feet.
“Oh—sorry, master, sorry…I didn’t hear you coming to the door.” Kirill looped his arm about Ivan’s neck and pulled him into his heat. The boy shivered and instinctively sought his warmth and at the same time cringed in reflex to Kirill’s touch.
“Don’t be afraid, Vanya. Come in, I want to ask you something.” He smiled down into Ivan’s face and watched him flush and pale at the same time, his laughter rang out and he heard an inquiring noise from Alexei.
He walked Ivan toward the bed; he could feel Ivan’s reluctance, the boy dragged his feet slightly but dared not stop. Not with his master’s arm looped about his throat.
Alexei smirked at him and Kirill’s heart beat faster. Lying against the white, white sheets; framed by the heap of pillows piled against the black wooden headboard of the bed he looked like rose marble and carved ivory, as beautiful and soul shaking as he had looked in the dining car that night. Tears filled his eyes and the room wavered, the golden glow of the candles burning at either side of the bed reminded him of the time in the guest bedroom, where he’d watched Felix and entered a fairy tale world. He’d had no idea how much his life would be changed—had no idea he’d be claimed and made a part of the world.
Alexei stretched lazily and Kirill could hear the sound of his skin being caressed by the fibers of the linens, the sound of skin moving against skin. He closed his eyes, crossed his arms around Ivan and leaned his chin on his head, concentrated and he could hear the fast rabbit like beat of little Ivan’s heart, and the steady thump of Alexei’s, he sank deeper and listened to the thick swish of Alexei’s blood in his veins. That sound that he loved, it was the sound of his safe harbor. He sighed and released Ivan, who staggered back against him and breathed a small moan. Kirill realized then that he was hard, achingly hard and had been grinding against Ivan. His hand slid around and cupped Ivan. Alexei grinned when the boy arched against Kirill and tried to press his hardness against his hand He motioned them closer as he sat up and pulled the comforter down.
“Join us, little one. It’s chilly tonight, you should not be alone on the tiles,” He looked over into the corner where Boris huddled on the freezing floorboards. “Wouldn’t you agree, my friend?” He grinned when he got no response, and waved a hand at Ivan. “Strip, please.”
Kirill sat on the floor and tilted his face up to watch as Ivan tremblingly removed each article of clothing at Alexei’s direction letting each piece drop to the floor. Kirill felt his cock throb as he watched the terror-stricken young man undress himself. Ah, he saw, afraid he may be but -Ivan’s cock swung heavy between his legs and Kirill looked over to Alexei. He saw that he was also beginning to stir, watched his cock fill and move across his leg
Ah! He wanted to touch him, smell him, and be filled with him. “Come to bed my lovely,” Alexei spoke and his voice curled in Kirill’s gut, “Come to bed- and bring your pretty pet.”
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Pinned between the two of them Ivan closed his eyes and …waited. His head swam with the heat, and the unaccustomed luxury of the sheets, smooth as snow, the soft weight of the down comforter touching every part of his bare skin that wasn’t being touched by the bodies of the other two men. A hot, hot hand slid across his ribs and the master’s voice was in his ear. “Ivan—what do you want me to do with Boris, what should I do, little one?"
Ivan shivered at the damp warmth caressing his ear, the tongue slipping in and out painting streaks of lust through him, but he spoke firmly, if quietly, "Kill him. Kill him.” He gasped when Alexei took him in hand, stroking his cock. He squeezed his eyes tight and whimpered.
Alexei rolled over to rest his body on Ivan’s and slid against his trembling form. “Ivan, if you’re afraid, which is sensible, you may now relax yourself. I can’t hurt you.
Not now.”
Ivan opened his eyes a little, found himself staring into winter gray eyes, and a wolf’s smile. “I think only one person in this room need fear for their miserable stinking lives.”
Alexei turned his head to look at Boris who struggled to his feet, scrabbling at the wall, his eyes wide in fear and the sneer stripped from his lip. Ivan felt great satisfaction at that, and a little groan eased out of his lips as Alexei slid his cock against his again, and Kirill’s warm hands stroked his back and worked slowly downward.
It was luxury and sensation he’d never felt before. He’d learned to transmute pain into caress like an alchemist, but against this submersion into sensuality he had no defense, no training in receiving it. He gasped and groaned and shook and begged Kirill’s forgiveness for each cry of ecstasy and in the corner Boris wept from anger and fear.
Alexei snapped his head up and growled at Kirill over Ivan’s quivering shoulder. “Do something about him, before I do--he’s beginning to grate on my nerves.”
Kirill smiled lazily at him and licked a broad stripe over Ivan’s shoulder and pulled his hand free from his quaking body. “All right. I’ll do something now.”
He rolled from the bed and walked over to the corner. Boris tried to crawl up the wall, moaning non-stop and Kirill knew he wasn’t even aware he was making the noise. He remembered doing that when he was a boy and still had some hope someone would help him, a hero, praying that a prince would come to save him. He grinned. Perhaps a prince did save him.
He reached out and snapped Boris’ wrist.
The man screamed and Kirill looked to the bed in apology, but Alexei sat up with Ivan in his lap and smiled back. ”Go on dear one. Continue as you will.”
Tbc--today, I promise!
There may be a mini storm of FireBird, I finally was able to work around Boris' demise-- it was much much harder to write than I thought it would be, and I'm not entirely satisfied but I don't think I can do anything else --I've been redoing it for ever it feeels like.hah! I'm so anal sometimes.
So, shoulder and neck still hurt but my arm and chest are fine now-- thank goodness. Thanks for your concern everybody-- love you!
Fire Bird
Alexei was astonished anew at how quickly Kirill recovered from what would have killed an ordinary man. Shielded from the effect of the green crystal, having decent food and sunlight seemed to speed the process along. In no more than a day, Kirill was once again fit and healthy.
They lay together in Boris’ huge carved wood bed, wrapped up in comforters and a huge fur blanket. Pillows piled high enveloped them and the sensation of warmth, the softness of the pillows cradling Alexei’s head was a pleasure he felt bone deep after his frantic flight to reclaim and protect his boy. He looked down on the head lying on his chest and smiled. Perhaps one day, he’d tell him about his journey back for him. It had been—interesting. Very nostalgic it had been, and he wanted Boris to suffer for that too.
Alexei stroked his hair with one hand and tapped the ash from his cigarette into an enameled dish at the bedside with the other. He relished the feel of Kirill’s steel arms wrapped tenderly around him, and he watched Boris shake and groan quietly in the corner with mild interest and exhaled slowly. As the smoke snaked it’s way into the dark above the bed he considered his next move. Soon they would need to be on the move, and he had plans for that. But first, a gift for his boy….
He shrugged his shoulder to get Kirill’s attention.
“What do you want me to do to Boris little one? Or—would you prefer to handle him yourself. It is after all your right.” He smiled a real smile, even though Kirill could not see it.
Kirill rolled onto his back and pulled the blanket closer around the two of them. “He’s not much fun now that you’ve broken his knee.” He lifted his head higher to examine the bandages wound around Boris’ leg, it looked lumpy and white and made Boris’ nude form look a little pathetic. “Ivan does a good job of bandaging doesn’t he?”
Kirill smiled at Boris and he flinched. Kirill laughed and snugged closer to Alexei. “Tell me what to do, how do you want me to do it?”
Alexei grabbed handfuls of Kirill’s thick black hair and shook him roughly from side to side, as the boy grinned at him. He smiled back—his boy was happy, and he rather enjoyed the feeling that gave him. Nothing could hurt his boy unless he wanted it to.
“Ah, it’s not for me to tell you how to exact your revenge. Be creative, my beloved one, be creative.”
Boris shifted in his corner, a moan of fear leaking from his lips, and he scooted deeper into his dark corner. The ropes wound tighter around his legs and he began to pray he’d die of blood loss before Kirill decided his fate.
On the bed Kirill traced with his tongue a meandering line up Alexei’s chest, marveling once again at how smooth, how exciting his hairless body was. He bent and licked around his nipples, teasing them a bit until Alexei sighed and seemed to melt under his mouth. It was thrilling to feel him loosen like that, Kirill thought. It filled him with a sense of power, and made his blood flow hot.
It was second nature for Alexei to be prepared for anything at all times and he was always tight as a wire, sharp as a knife, always seeking, measuring--but here in this bed…Kirill smiled and bit down on the little patch of skin he’d been teasing and Alexei hissed and jerked, sighed again in pleasure. Kirill licked at the reddened flesh and considered his next move.
Boris, Boris Mikhailov Voronkov. The force that drove his life, shaped his world. Everything he was he owed to Boris, and his whole life he’d dreamed of nothing more than killing him. Wanted to smash his bones to powder and tear him into scraps and scatter the pieces into the wind. He felt a wave of delicious warmth sweep him imagining Boris’ screams—that would be a very fine thing.
He leaped from the bed and strode past Boris who flinched violently and scrabbled back from Kirill as far as the rope would let him. He pulled open the door and called for Ivan, and looked down in surprise at the startled little snort at his feet. Ivan lifted his head from his mat on the floor, focused blearily on Kirill, and immediately tried to scramble to his feet.
“Oh—sorry, master, sorry…I didn’t hear you coming to the door.” Kirill looped his arm about Ivan’s neck and pulled him into his heat. The boy shivered and instinctively sought his warmth and at the same time cringed in reflex to Kirill’s touch.
“Don’t be afraid, Vanya. Come in, I want to ask you something.” He smiled down into Ivan’s face and watched him flush and pale at the same time, his laughter rang out and he heard an inquiring noise from Alexei.
He walked Ivan toward the bed; he could feel Ivan’s reluctance, the boy dragged his feet slightly but dared not stop. Not with his master’s arm looped about his throat.
Alexei smirked at him and Kirill’s heart beat faster. Lying against the white, white sheets; framed by the heap of pillows piled against the black wooden headboard of the bed he looked like rose marble and carved ivory, as beautiful and soul shaking as he had looked in the dining car that night. Tears filled his eyes and the room wavered, the golden glow of the candles burning at either side of the bed reminded him of the time in the guest bedroom, where he’d watched Felix and entered a fairy tale world. He’d had no idea how much his life would be changed—had no idea he’d be claimed and made a part of the world.
Alexei stretched lazily and Kirill could hear the sound of his skin being caressed by the fibers of the linens, the sound of skin moving against skin. He closed his eyes, crossed his arms around Ivan and leaned his chin on his head, concentrated and he could hear the fast rabbit like beat of little Ivan’s heart, and the steady thump of Alexei’s, he sank deeper and listened to the thick swish of Alexei’s blood in his veins. That sound that he loved, it was the sound of his safe harbor. He sighed and released Ivan, who staggered back against him and breathed a small moan. Kirill realized then that he was hard, achingly hard and had been grinding against Ivan. His hand slid around and cupped Ivan. Alexei grinned when the boy arched against Kirill and tried to press his hardness against his hand He motioned them closer as he sat up and pulled the comforter down.
“Join us, little one. It’s chilly tonight, you should not be alone on the tiles,” He looked over into the corner where Boris huddled on the freezing floorboards. “Wouldn’t you agree, my friend?” He grinned when he got no response, and waved a hand at Ivan. “Strip, please.”
Kirill sat on the floor and tilted his face up to watch as Ivan tremblingly removed each article of clothing at Alexei’s direction letting each piece drop to the floor. Kirill felt his cock throb as he watched the terror-stricken young man undress himself. Ah, he saw, afraid he may be but -Ivan’s cock swung heavy between his legs and Kirill looked over to Alexei. He saw that he was also beginning to stir, watched his cock fill and move across his leg
Ah! He wanted to touch him, smell him, and be filled with him. “Come to bed my lovely,” Alexei spoke and his voice curled in Kirill’s gut, “Come to bed- and bring your pretty pet.”
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Pinned between the two of them Ivan closed his eyes and …waited. His head swam with the heat, and the unaccustomed luxury of the sheets, smooth as snow, the soft weight of the down comforter touching every part of his bare skin that wasn’t being touched by the bodies of the other two men. A hot, hot hand slid across his ribs and the master’s voice was in his ear. “Ivan—what do you want me to do with Boris, what should I do, little one?"
Ivan shivered at the damp warmth caressing his ear, the tongue slipping in and out painting streaks of lust through him, but he spoke firmly, if quietly, "Kill him. Kill him.” He gasped when Alexei took him in hand, stroking his cock. He squeezed his eyes tight and whimpered.
Alexei rolled over to rest his body on Ivan’s and slid against his trembling form. “Ivan, if you’re afraid, which is sensible, you may now relax yourself. I can’t hurt you.
Not now.”
Ivan opened his eyes a little, found himself staring into winter gray eyes, and a wolf’s smile. “I think only one person in this room need fear for their miserable stinking lives.”
Alexei turned his head to look at Boris who struggled to his feet, scrabbling at the wall, his eyes wide in fear and the sneer stripped from his lip. Ivan felt great satisfaction at that, and a little groan eased out of his lips as Alexei slid his cock against his again, and Kirill’s warm hands stroked his back and worked slowly downward.
It was luxury and sensation he’d never felt before. He’d learned to transmute pain into caress like an alchemist, but against this submersion into sensuality he had no defense, no training in receiving it. He gasped and groaned and shook and begged Kirill’s forgiveness for each cry of ecstasy and in the corner Boris wept from anger and fear.
Alexei snapped his head up and growled at Kirill over Ivan’s quivering shoulder. “Do something about him, before I do--he’s beginning to grate on my nerves.”
Kirill smiled lazily at him and licked a broad stripe over Ivan’s shoulder and pulled his hand free from his quaking body. “All right. I’ll do something now.”
He rolled from the bed and walked over to the corner. Boris tried to crawl up the wall, moaning non-stop and Kirill knew he wasn’t even aware he was making the noise. He remembered doing that when he was a boy and still had some hope someone would help him, a hero, praying that a prince would come to save him. He grinned. Perhaps a prince did save him.
He reached out and snapped Boris’ wrist.
The man screamed and Kirill looked to the bed in apology, but Alexei sat up with Ivan in his lap and smiled back. ”Go on dear one. Continue as you will.”
Tbc--today, I promise!
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12/22/04 05:56 pm (UTC)Squealing in Minnesota
12/22/04 06:06 pm (UTC)This is by far my favorite part so far. Okay, I'm admittedly evil, but I got it all. Poor baby Ivan getting some lovin' by Kirill and Alexei (yummm...that's a sandwich I could stand to be in the middle of...), plus he and Kirill are both getting delicious revenge on Boris by being happy (with lots of pleasure, sex, and more sex!) and declaring him dead meat.
I'm evil enough to want to see Boris tortured as badly as he ever tortured our poor Kirill. I love seeing Kirill and Alexei with a dangerous edge, and I'll admit I'm enough of a mythic-nut to love seeing them heap a big smack down of vengence on the wicked. They remind me of Valkyries or the Greek God Nemesis...not all namby-pampy nice and gentle, but still doling out karma to Boris in a big way.
Very sexy part. I love Kirill's inner thoughts of Alexei. Adoration and worship of Kirill towards Alexei...definitely fast becoming another kink of mine! Love Ivan getting in, with the two guys treating him like a beloved pet! Maybe they'll even bring Ivan to America with them. Servant and love monkey all in one! Also loved the imagery of the decandant bed, which was such a lovely (and wickedly vengeful) contrast to the torture/horror Kirill just finished with.
Re: Squealing in Minnesota
12/22/04 08:28 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much! i'm really pleased you liked that part-- that little bit drove me nuts, I'm so happy it worked for you!
So-- that was you, hunh? *biggrin*
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12/22/04 08:29 pm (UTC)Heeeee! You make *me* happy!
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12/22/04 09:12 pm (UTC)Mutual happies! Yay!
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12/23/04 12:02 am (UTC)Very nice, Roxy.
I'm glad they're being nice to poor little Ivan, and that Alexei is finally being loving toward Kirril.
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12/29/04 05:46 pm (UTC)Ooh!!! I want to know!!!
I love it when Clark/Kirill uses his supersenses to fall in love with Lex/Alexei - the listeningto the heartbeat and rush of blood is so satisfyingly romantic! I love my tow very dirty, very sick boys!! *hugs*
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4/7/05 12:47 am (UTC)I was in such a hurry that I didn't comment on the last two chapters, and I'm supposed to be writing more of The Plan, but what the hey, CAN'T stoooop!!!
*deep sigh*
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