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And here's part three, and the final part of this bit. Whew!
All previous parts are here.
Fire Bird
Boris raised his bloody face to him and croaked out,"Kill me—kill me now, I beg you.”
Kirill pushed Ivan from his throbbing cock and gasped when he released him, “Give me the blade again, Vanya…wait--give me the long one.”
Boris tried to jerk away but Alexei had moved away from Kirill, and now stood behind him, only his hands clasped about Boris’ wrists were visible in the dark, ivory bands clamped down and holding Boris still.
The long silver blade seemed to slide into Boris’ flesh like a hot knife into butter, only Kirill heard the flesh pop, and rip raggedly, only he heard the blood spatter against the floor, the sound was hidden from the others by Boris’ shrill scream. Kirill reached up and grabbed Boris’ jaw, forced him to meet his green eyes. The moment Boris met his eyes, they widened and he began to scream and beg again—breath was useless now, he was going to die, die, horribly—
“You remember,” he husked, "Good.” And he slid his cock into the hot wet slash in Boris side, pushed hard and listened to the tearing of his flesh—pumped hard and growled as flesh pulped and bones splintered and Ivan at his feet was splashed by blood and didn’t move and Kirill approved—Alexei growled louder and louder as he pushed deeper into the wound, Boris still jerked and coughed blood, tried to speak.
“I never forgot--never forgot—you killed me and made me live again—you fucked my chest, my heart and still I lived-- I lived, I lived, I lived!" He thrust hard with each exclamation, and even Ivan heard the crack as ribs gave out and shattered, and Boris dropped in the ropes and hung like rotten fruit.
Alexei loosed the ropes and he dropped to the floor, no longer looked like a human being. Kirill grasped himself, jerked harder and harder and lightning ripped down his spine and exploded in his gut and he keened, howled like a wolf as his climax burst from him like liquid fire and he painted Boris with pearly ropes and snarled in victory. One eye rolled slowly in the ruin of Boris’ face and then dulled as death drank his last breath.
Alexei stared at Kirill. He looked as inhuman as Boris, streaked with blood and gore, come on his thighs and a wild look in his eyes. His teeth were bared, so sharp and white they shone in the black blood painting his face.
Alexei had heard the bones cracking and the flesh giving as he’d fucked Boris and here was graphic proof that without the crystal, Kirill could kill him like a louse, snuff out his life as easily as he popped a flea between his fingers. He shook from head to toe and a strangled gasp escaped him. He’d fucked that wild creature, beat him and whipped him and fucked him--and still he had come to him on his knees. This amazing being had crawled to him and begged him let him worship him….
Alexei felt his eyes burn and his breath caught in his chest for a quick moment. He needed no more than this to know they were meant to be together—they had a destiny, a shared destiny. All the world would someday tremble at their feet. He knew it in his heart. The two of them would cut a swath through all creation.
If he willed it—the land would sprout bones and dust and the sky would rain blood-and his boy would make it so. For him. If he willed it, the land would nourish millions and all he had to do was tell his boy to make it so, and he would, for him. They would be like gods…
They would be the beginning and end of all legends.
Suddenly Kirill focused all his attention on Alexei, and reached out and touched him, touched his instantly hard cock—was on him and holding him as Alexei had an earth-shattering, spine bending orgasm.
“All yours.” Kirill whispered and let the spunk flow over him, wiping tracks in the gore. "All your, yours to command, all yours, yours to own…”
Alexei drifted into sleep, felt Kirill lift him and carry him to the bed. He sighed inside with satisfaction. He could sleep now, finally sleep. He was safe.
tbc
All previous parts are here.
Fire Bird
Boris raised his bloody face to him and croaked out,"Kill me—kill me now, I beg you.”
Kirill pushed Ivan from his throbbing cock and gasped when he released him, “Give me the blade again, Vanya…wait--give me the long one.”
Boris tried to jerk away but Alexei had moved away from Kirill, and now stood behind him, only his hands clasped about Boris’ wrists were visible in the dark, ivory bands clamped down and holding Boris still.
The long silver blade seemed to slide into Boris’ flesh like a hot knife into butter, only Kirill heard the flesh pop, and rip raggedly, only he heard the blood spatter against the floor, the sound was hidden from the others by Boris’ shrill scream. Kirill reached up and grabbed Boris’ jaw, forced him to meet his green eyes. The moment Boris met his eyes, they widened and he began to scream and beg again—breath was useless now, he was going to die, die, horribly—
“You remember,” he husked, "Good.” And he slid his cock into the hot wet slash in Boris side, pushed hard and listened to the tearing of his flesh—pumped hard and growled as flesh pulped and bones splintered and Ivan at his feet was splashed by blood and didn’t move and Kirill approved—Alexei growled louder and louder as he pushed deeper into the wound, Boris still jerked and coughed blood, tried to speak.
“I never forgot--never forgot—you killed me and made me live again—you fucked my chest, my heart and still I lived-- I lived, I lived, I lived!" He thrust hard with each exclamation, and even Ivan heard the crack as ribs gave out and shattered, and Boris dropped in the ropes and hung like rotten fruit.
Alexei loosed the ropes and he dropped to the floor, no longer looked like a human being. Kirill grasped himself, jerked harder and harder and lightning ripped down his spine and exploded in his gut and he keened, howled like a wolf as his climax burst from him like liquid fire and he painted Boris with pearly ropes and snarled in victory. One eye rolled slowly in the ruin of Boris’ face and then dulled as death drank his last breath.
Alexei stared at Kirill. He looked as inhuman as Boris, streaked with blood and gore, come on his thighs and a wild look in his eyes. His teeth were bared, so sharp and white they shone in the black blood painting his face.
Alexei had heard the bones cracking and the flesh giving as he’d fucked Boris and here was graphic proof that without the crystal, Kirill could kill him like a louse, snuff out his life as easily as he popped a flea between his fingers. He shook from head to toe and a strangled gasp escaped him. He’d fucked that wild creature, beat him and whipped him and fucked him--and still he had come to him on his knees. This amazing being had crawled to him and begged him let him worship him….
Alexei felt his eyes burn and his breath caught in his chest for a quick moment. He needed no more than this to know they were meant to be together—they had a destiny, a shared destiny. All the world would someday tremble at their feet. He knew it in his heart. The two of them would cut a swath through all creation.
If he willed it—the land would sprout bones and dust and the sky would rain blood-and his boy would make it so. For him. If he willed it, the land would nourish millions and all he had to do was tell his boy to make it so, and he would, for him. They would be like gods…
They would be the beginning and end of all legends.
Suddenly Kirill focused all his attention on Alexei, and reached out and touched him, touched his instantly hard cock—was on him and holding him as Alexei had an earth-shattering, spine bending orgasm.
“All yours.” Kirill whispered and let the spunk flow over him, wiping tracks in the gore. "All your, yours to command, all yours, yours to own…”
Alexei drifted into sleep, felt Kirill lift him and carry him to the bed. He sighed inside with satisfaction. He could sleep now, finally sleep. He was safe.
tbc
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