Alexei, my little Alexei
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roxyI love this boy. I'm probably very strange though. Well, I guess there's no probably about it. *grin*
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“Viktor, why do you want to change how we’ve been doing things now?” Alexei rolled to his side and pulled the covers up to his chin. “Look what we have, a room, food—it’s good. Why can’t we just keep picking pockets, Viktor?”
Viktor scratched his chest and sighed. “Because I say so. Do I have to tell you again?” His tone was irritated and he pulled the cover from Alexei and pushed him off the narrow cot they shared. Alexei winced and moved back on the cot, working his way closer to Viktor. “I’m sorry.” He tentatively stroked Viktor’s arm and he threw his free arm around Alexei.” It’s…it’s just—I don’t understand these things. I count on you to protect me.”
“I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m telling you, it’ll be an easy way to make money. The world is full of idiots who have too much money and their minds in their pants.”
Alexei licked tiny circles on Viktor’s chest the way he liked it and tried to hide his feelings. If it was so damn easy why wasn’t Viktor standing on the street?
“Ah Lyosha, I love you so much!”
If you love me so much, why are you willing to let other men touch me—even though Viktor explained he didn’t really have to do anything, it still bothered him. He sank below the covers, trailing little wet kisses as he went. Well, it wasn’t as if this was going to be new to him. He had a name for what his mother had made him do for food now….
It was dark, and Alexei knew in this light he looked very, very young-- his height and slight frame made him angry and frustrated him but in this instance it was bound to work in his favor.
He leaned against the wall and hummed tunelessly and clicked his nails against the brick as he waited for a victim. He had no idea where Viktor was, he told him he’d be hiding close by. He’d flashed the heavy hunting knife he carried. “You don’t have to worry about anyone getting out of hand, once they see this they’ll take to their heels fast enough.”
Cold brick felt as if it were leeching warmth from his bones, he watched his breath puff out in little streamers that reminded him of the smoke that leaked around the curtain of his mother’s room. He sighed, bored with standing in one spot in the cold, and hunched deeper into the old coat Viktor had found for him. He brushed at a large dark stain centered over a slit in the fabric, not at all curious how it got there.
“Hello?” A rough voice broke into his non-thoughts. “Are you…lost?” A man stepped into the shadows. “If you need something, I can help maybe.”
The man stepped close and held out his hand. “I can find your parents, maybe.”
“I don’t have any parents,” he said with as pitiful a voice as he could muster, and dipped his head. The man came up to him and stroked his hand over his bare head, and Alexei fought not to hurt him, kick him, bite him—don’t touch me don’t touch me
“Your skin, it’s so—it’s like velvet, so soft.” The hand slipped around to his cheek, down his jaw the calloused fingers scraped against his lips, still tender from kissing Viktor that morning…a finger pulled his lower lip down and slid into his mouth. Watery brown eyes stared into his, filled with an ugly heat. “I’ll help you, give you money, all you have to do is one little thing.” Alexei shivered. One little thing—
He was on his knees, heavy hands that stank of kerosene, grimey with black dirt, held him on his knees in a puddle of freezing dirty water. The man’s trousers were open and his cock was being forced into his mouth. He thought it was entirely possible he might die right at that moment—where the fuck was Viktor---where was he, damn it!
The man jerked his coat collar hard. ”Hey! Do you want money or not?” Alexei opened and the man shoved in deep, in one hard thrust. Alexei felt his throat close as his body tried to push out the offending object. He gagged and gagged, he tried to breathe, tears flooded his eyes and the man groaned loudly.
“Oh yes, you love this don’t you, slut, you want this--” he fucked Alexei’s mouth and throat recklessly, heedless of Alexei clawing at his sides, oblivious to his desperate struggle for breath. He was going to die and Viktor had lied he promised to take care of him and he lied he wasn’t here—“Slut! Whore! Ah--" come flooded his mouth and poured down his throat too fast, ran past his lips, running over his chin, and the man yelled and shook, his rough hand on the back of his head pushing him down on his cock so hard, his coarse dank hair scratched at his nose and lips.
Alexei coughed and gagged as all the fluid he’d been forced to swallow came back up—The man pulled back and sneered down at Alexei as he bent forward and vomited on the cobbles. His eyes watering, he watched the man’s boot come swinging into his range of sight, aimed at his head, he was sure it would take the top of his head off but he couldn’t close his eyes, it was like watching Death come at him.
And then…the man sighed and coughed blood; it spattered his bare head, splashed into the semi-frozen puddles under his scraped and torn knees. The bastard dropped to his own knees in front of Alexei, his mouth working like he wanted to speak. Alexei felt hysterical bubbles of laughter rise in his chest—he threw up again as the man hit the cobbles face first with a crack.
Viktor looked down at him.
“Sorry,” he smiled, “I didn’t make it in time…are you okay?”
Alexei nodded silently, Viktor was gliding his hand over his crotch, he was hard…late, was he? An accident was it?
The man on the ground groaned aloud, and twitched Alexei looked down, he held out his hand to Viktor, “Give me the knife.”
Viktor frowned and pulled his hand back at first, then handed it to him.
Alexei bent and stared into the man’s face, into his eyes. He could see pain and fear in his eyes, they darted back and forth, trying to avoid Alexei’s gaze, he seemed incapable of speech, he grunted and groaned and his eyes swung wildly about.
Alexei grabbed his chin and hissed at him, "Watch my eyes.” The man’s eyes jerked towards him and Alexei smiled. He held up the knife. “Tell me what you see,” he said, and drove the knife into the man’s eye socket, twisting and shoving in as hard as he could. Blood welled up over his fingers and he asked again, quietly, full of concentration, “tell me—what do you see?” But the man was dead, and Viktor wanted him, he stroked himself steadily, watching Alexei. “Come on Lyosha, do for me what you did for him—it’ll be better, I promise.”
Alexei stared at him. “At least get me something to put under my knees and let me move out of this puke.”
Viktor laughed and pulled the jacket off the corpse, tossed it to Alexei.
“Come on then,” he said, and leaned back on his heels.
It was different with Viktor--softer, Viktor held his head gently, cupping his hand around his skull and he moved in and out of his mouth gently, slowly, talking to him, telling him how sweet he was, when he ran his tongue under the foreskin Viktor hissed, “Ah! Alexei, Lyosha, puppy, please, please...” and he pumped his hips, still careful, still tenderly. Alexei nibbled gently on the tip, tickling the slit with his tongue, working around and around the tight head until precome drooled on his tongue and Viktor gasped steadily, he held the cock in his fist and bobbed his head, carefully letting it slip to the back of his throat, groaning when Viktor did, his own cock jerking when Viktor’s jerked in his mouth
When Viktor came in his mouth with a strangled groan his eyes were locked on him, climax looked so much like pain, he thought--he thought of the man’s death, the look in his eye before death snuffed out the light. He’d created that look, he could do it—he could bring that look wherever he went, if he chose, whenever he wanted.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy, warmth flooded down his thigh and he groaned contentedly, swallowing around Viktor’s cock until he pushed him off…
He leaned back on his heels again and smiled up at Viktor as he wiped his mouth. What would Viktor look like when that spark fled from him, he wondered. It made him warm inside to think that one day Viktor would know he wasn’t quite the little idiot he thought he was, one day he’d show him what a good student he was.
Fin
This is the continuation of this part>
“Viktor, why do you want to change how we’ve been doing things now?” Alexei rolled to his side and pulled the covers up to his chin. “Look what we have, a room, food—it’s good. Why can’t we just keep picking pockets, Viktor?”
Viktor scratched his chest and sighed. “Because I say so. Do I have to tell you again?” His tone was irritated and he pulled the cover from Alexei and pushed him off the narrow cot they shared. Alexei winced and moved back on the cot, working his way closer to Viktor. “I’m sorry.” He tentatively stroked Viktor’s arm and he threw his free arm around Alexei.” It’s…it’s just—I don’t understand these things. I count on you to protect me.”
“I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m telling you, it’ll be an easy way to make money. The world is full of idiots who have too much money and their minds in their pants.”
Alexei licked tiny circles on Viktor’s chest the way he liked it and tried to hide his feelings. If it was so damn easy why wasn’t Viktor standing on the street?
“Ah Lyosha, I love you so much!”
If you love me so much, why are you willing to let other men touch me—even though Viktor explained he didn’t really have to do anything, it still bothered him. He sank below the covers, trailing little wet kisses as he went. Well, it wasn’t as if this was going to be new to him. He had a name for what his mother had made him do for food now….
It was dark, and Alexei knew in this light he looked very, very young-- his height and slight frame made him angry and frustrated him but in this instance it was bound to work in his favor.
He leaned against the wall and hummed tunelessly and clicked his nails against the brick as he waited for a victim. He had no idea where Viktor was, he told him he’d be hiding close by. He’d flashed the heavy hunting knife he carried. “You don’t have to worry about anyone getting out of hand, once they see this they’ll take to their heels fast enough.”
Cold brick felt as if it were leeching warmth from his bones, he watched his breath puff out in little streamers that reminded him of the smoke that leaked around the curtain of his mother’s room. He sighed, bored with standing in one spot in the cold, and hunched deeper into the old coat Viktor had found for him. He brushed at a large dark stain centered over a slit in the fabric, not at all curious how it got there.
“Hello?” A rough voice broke into his non-thoughts. “Are you…lost?” A man stepped into the shadows. “If you need something, I can help maybe.”
The man stepped close and held out his hand. “I can find your parents, maybe.”
“I don’t have any parents,” he said with as pitiful a voice as he could muster, and dipped his head. The man came up to him and stroked his hand over his bare head, and Alexei fought not to hurt him, kick him, bite him—don’t touch me don’t touch me
“Your skin, it’s so—it’s like velvet, so soft.” The hand slipped around to his cheek, down his jaw the calloused fingers scraped against his lips, still tender from kissing Viktor that morning…a finger pulled his lower lip down and slid into his mouth. Watery brown eyes stared into his, filled with an ugly heat. “I’ll help you, give you money, all you have to do is one little thing.” Alexei shivered. One little thing—
He was on his knees, heavy hands that stank of kerosene, grimey with black dirt, held him on his knees in a puddle of freezing dirty water. The man’s trousers were open and his cock was being forced into his mouth. He thought it was entirely possible he might die right at that moment—where the fuck was Viktor---where was he, damn it!
The man jerked his coat collar hard. ”Hey! Do you want money or not?” Alexei opened and the man shoved in deep, in one hard thrust. Alexei felt his throat close as his body tried to push out the offending object. He gagged and gagged, he tried to breathe, tears flooded his eyes and the man groaned loudly.
“Oh yes, you love this don’t you, slut, you want this--” he fucked Alexei’s mouth and throat recklessly, heedless of Alexei clawing at his sides, oblivious to his desperate struggle for breath. He was going to die and Viktor had lied he promised to take care of him and he lied he wasn’t here—“Slut! Whore! Ah--" come flooded his mouth and poured down his throat too fast, ran past his lips, running over his chin, and the man yelled and shook, his rough hand on the back of his head pushing him down on his cock so hard, his coarse dank hair scratched at his nose and lips.
Alexei coughed and gagged as all the fluid he’d been forced to swallow came back up—The man pulled back and sneered down at Alexei as he bent forward and vomited on the cobbles. His eyes watering, he watched the man’s boot come swinging into his range of sight, aimed at his head, he was sure it would take the top of his head off but he couldn’t close his eyes, it was like watching Death come at him.
And then…the man sighed and coughed blood; it spattered his bare head, splashed into the semi-frozen puddles under his scraped and torn knees. The bastard dropped to his own knees in front of Alexei, his mouth working like he wanted to speak. Alexei felt hysterical bubbles of laughter rise in his chest—he threw up again as the man hit the cobbles face first with a crack.
Viktor looked down at him.
“Sorry,” he smiled, “I didn’t make it in time…are you okay?”
Alexei nodded silently, Viktor was gliding his hand over his crotch, he was hard…late, was he? An accident was it?
The man on the ground groaned aloud, and twitched Alexei looked down, he held out his hand to Viktor, “Give me the knife.”
Viktor frowned and pulled his hand back at first, then handed it to him.
Alexei bent and stared into the man’s face, into his eyes. He could see pain and fear in his eyes, they darted back and forth, trying to avoid Alexei’s gaze, he seemed incapable of speech, he grunted and groaned and his eyes swung wildly about.
Alexei grabbed his chin and hissed at him, "Watch my eyes.” The man’s eyes jerked towards him and Alexei smiled. He held up the knife. “Tell me what you see,” he said, and drove the knife into the man’s eye socket, twisting and shoving in as hard as he could. Blood welled up over his fingers and he asked again, quietly, full of concentration, “tell me—what do you see?” But the man was dead, and Viktor wanted him, he stroked himself steadily, watching Alexei. “Come on Lyosha, do for me what you did for him—it’ll be better, I promise.”
Alexei stared at him. “At least get me something to put under my knees and let me move out of this puke.”
Viktor laughed and pulled the jacket off the corpse, tossed it to Alexei.
“Come on then,” he said, and leaned back on his heels.
It was different with Viktor--softer, Viktor held his head gently, cupping his hand around his skull and he moved in and out of his mouth gently, slowly, talking to him, telling him how sweet he was, when he ran his tongue under the foreskin Viktor hissed, “Ah! Alexei, Lyosha, puppy, please, please...” and he pumped his hips, still careful, still tenderly. Alexei nibbled gently on the tip, tickling the slit with his tongue, working around and around the tight head until precome drooled on his tongue and Viktor gasped steadily, he held the cock in his fist and bobbed his head, carefully letting it slip to the back of his throat, groaning when Viktor did, his own cock jerking when Viktor’s jerked in his mouth
When Viktor came in his mouth with a strangled groan his eyes were locked on him, climax looked so much like pain, he thought--he thought of the man’s death, the look in his eye before death snuffed out the light. He’d created that look, he could do it—he could bring that look wherever he went, if he chose, whenever he wanted.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy, warmth flooded down his thigh and he groaned contentedly, swallowing around Viktor’s cock until he pushed him off…
He leaned back on his heels again and smiled up at Viktor as he wiped his mouth. What would Viktor look like when that spark fled from him, he wondered. It made him warm inside to think that one day Viktor would know he wasn’t quite the little idiot he thought he was, one day he’d show him what a good student he was.
Fin
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4/2/05 08:30 am (UTC)Very hot!
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4/2/05 08:36 am (UTC)*still loving that icon!*
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4/2/05 02:36 pm (UTC)WOW!
Up until that point I was fooled that he was an idiot also. Glad to know that Viktor isn't getting away with as much as he thinks he is. Very good story.
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4/2/05 04:01 pm (UTC)I'm with Fleegull - it's all so wrong, and yet somehow so right! Abused and scheming Alexei= teh hot!
Ahh, Firebird universe! How I love it!
And you, you wonderful, lovely lady!
*cuddles*
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4/6/05 03:25 am (UTC)"D
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5/9/05 08:21 pm (UTC)Is this the latest story for him so far?
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