Hmm. Alexei. Again
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roxyWell, it seems this is turning into a series all on it's own. I'm kinda surprised that Alexei decided to take over here. I'm glad.
Previous Alexei stories are here
Smoke fogged the ceiling and corners of the tavern, twining around the low rough beams. The old building was still lit by candles only, great chandeliers coated with what looked like generations of wax hung over the tables scattered around the sawdust-covered floor. Raucous laughter and shouts competed with the maudlin bellowing that passed for singing from a group of former herders at a corner table who were feeling nostalgic for the hills and the smell of cowshit.
The tavern girls were red faced and sweating, sweeping through the crowds with laden trays and heavy mugs dragging scent trails of sausage and hard cider, sour wine and potato soup. Alexei snagged a cut of rye tossed to him by one of the girls as she twitched past him, smiling and winking. The hip-twitching walk was as much to avoid pinching fingers as to appear desirable and Alexei smiled. Particularly at Marta, a beautiful girl, small and perfect as porcelain doll. There was something about her that drew him; he wanted her like he’d wanted no one else ever.
The experience of desire was new and fascinating for him, he’d never before *wanted* to be with someone, he’d just…bent with whatever way the wind swept him. But this one--he chose, he wanted—if he could just make her see she wanted him too. She smiled often at him and kissed his cheeks but every time he tried to wrap her in his arms she slipped through like a breeze. He smiled, he wasn’t naive, he could get her in a minute if he had the proper amount of coin, but he didn’t want a business arrangement. He wanted…something else.
He sighed and leaned against Viktor, who ran his fingers across his head, and stroked his ear absently. Alexei narrowed his eyes and smiled as if in pleasure. It was part of the sell, the display. A quick way to let everyone know what was possible—what could be bought. He tilted his head back and let Viktor stroke his throat and dreamed.
Dreamed of being free, on his own, happy, he even dreamed of being in love, dreamed someday he’d meet the person who was his missing half, someone good, someone who could save him. He snorted. Viktor murmured, “Lyoshah?”
“Nothing, Viktor.” They’d given up the pretense of being lovers long ago-- Alexei no longer pretended that Viktor was more then his pimp, Viktor no longer pretended he loved him. Business. All life was about the business.
It was nothing to fuck, nothing to suck someone, nothing to be fucked. Nothing, when he did it with strangers or did it for Viktor. Not anymore. He didn’t look when Viktor disposed of a troublesome one, and he asked the dying ones no more questions. Hw didn’t care anymore what they saw when the spark fled, he didn’t care anymore about the spark. He didn’t care about anything anymore. Except Marta.
Marta passed him and drew a hand across his tender scalp. He shivered and leaned forward, watching her head to the kitchen. She stopped at the door, smiled at him and went out.
He shivered again and looked at Viktor.
“Go, on your way, pup. I’ll be here.” He smiled in a strange way, and his hand lingered on his neck, before shoving him lightly away.
Alexei leaped up and hurried after her.
She met him in the kitchen and drew him away to the side, off to the dark pantry. In the middle of piles of bags of flour, crates of vegetables and melons she touched him, unbuttoned his pants and caressed him. Under the swinging ropes of garlic and nets full of apples, he lifted her onto the prep table. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, long kisses that pulled at his tongue and swelled his lips, wet kisses that slid around his mouth and slicked his chin as she grazed her teeth over the tender flesh, nipped and sucked at his neck until he groaned out loud and pushed himself against the sharp edge of her smooth teeth and begged her to bite down.
His cock pushed insistently against her hand, and he slid a hand up her marble smooth leg, thrilled with every move she made that flexed the tight muscle of her thigh under his hand, when she moaned and lifted a little on the table he slid his fingers up, up into the hot wet heat of her pussy. She groaned into his ear, “Harder, deeper” and he shuddered, he could feel his cock jump with every push of his fingers, they slid in and out of the remarkable heat…She whispered, “The gentleman will pay us more if you let him fuck you too.”
His head swam for a moment, he gasped “What?”
“We’re being watched.”
His hand tightened on her thigh, and she grunted in pain. “But-- you knew, yes?” she asked.
He smiled at her and jabbed his fingers in as deep and as hard as he could. “How much?”
She yelped and gasped, “Ten rubles a piece, more if you let him fuck you too….”
He dropped his pants. “Let’s give the bastard a show then,” he snarled and in one move shoved inside her.
She gasped at the unexpected and rough way he entered her, and Alexei closed his eyes and didn’t open them to look at her again.
It was the first time he’d ever been with a woman; he was surprised at how …different it was. She was wet, so slick. Tight. He gasped and hunched into her, dug his fingers hard into her plush soft ass and pulled her deeper onto his cock. He groaned, it was good, it felt good—and then he felt cool long fingers on his hips, and a hot wet tongue at the back of his neck. He was deeply concentrated on his own pleasure and started to shrug the hands away and Marta looked alarmed.
“Don’t, Viktor will…”
Viktor knew? Viktor set it up…he laughed. Well, of course.
He’d never had a choice. Viktor had arranged it all. He felt the hands reach around and stroke his belly, run around the root of his cock and tickle the base, a slim finger pushed into her, rubbing the length of his cock and they both groaned. It slid in and out and then withdrew and before Alexei could feel any disappointment it slipped between his cheeks and was rubbing soft circles around the tightly clenched bud of his hole. It was replaced by the large blunt head of the man's cock, hotter and smoother and slipping around his quivering hole, making him grunt at each nudge.
The dual sensations made him cry out and thrust harder in to Marta, and at the same time impale himself on the cock behind him. The man behind him was silent, only the shift in his breathing gave him away. But his strokes were sure and deep, and the burn of heat in Alexei’s ass, the push and pull against the ring of muscle struggling to grasp and hold that cock, the hot nearly liquid heat his own cock was in, the tight pull and release around him as he plunged in and out of her sent him into a storm of ecstasy. Lightning raced up and down his spine, it felt like it was trying to burst out of his skin. He couldn’t keep quiet, the pain of ecstasy was to much to bear silently, “Ah-ah-ah,” he yelled out and trembled and then he couldn’t speak, his climax bent him double, hunched over her shaking groaning and pouring into her, and the cock behind him slid deeper and he felt it jerk and spill inside him, wave after wave of sensation swept him, until he thought he’d pass out.
He could barely move as Marta wormed out from under him and shoved a few coins into her stocking top. She was gone quickly as she could be, slipping away from the touch of Alexei’s hand. "Don’t be ridiculous." she hissed when he tried to touch her again. “It’s just business.”
He leaned on the table, elbows planted and his bare back exposed. A hand stroked down his spine and there was no comfort in the touch at all.
“Are you tired of this?” A cultured, gentleman’s voice asked. It was soft, with a hint of steel under it. He turned, and displayed himself, legs spread wide as he could with pants trapping his ankles and smirked. He knew how he looked. He started to make a comment and suddenly he realized, he knew this man.
It was him—it was the man from the carriage. It was the man in his dream…he was there, and he was clean and beautiful and smelled of roses…and sex.
He’d just had sex with him. Alexei pulled up his pants and fastened them. He searched his face, looked for some sign; something, anything, but he was a stranger to this man. He held out his hand.
The man reached into his pocket and asked him again. “Are you tired of this?”
Alexei stared at him silently and the man started to frown. He thought Alexei didn’t understand, but he did, oh yes he did. He nodded, one sharp move and the man smiled, returned the money to his pocket. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a long closed blade, much like one he had long ago before Viktor took it from him. It had a silver and mother of pearl case and when the blade slid out it caught the light and glittered like an angel’s halo.
The man laid it on his palm and closed his fingers gently over it. “If you really are tired of this, then say good-bye to your friend and come to me behind the tavern. If you want to leave with me?”
Alexei was silent for a moment before he spoke. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“I know.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“That’s my boy”. He said.
Previous Alexei stories are here
Smoke fogged the ceiling and corners of the tavern, twining around the low rough beams. The old building was still lit by candles only, great chandeliers coated with what looked like generations of wax hung over the tables scattered around the sawdust-covered floor. Raucous laughter and shouts competed with the maudlin bellowing that passed for singing from a group of former herders at a corner table who were feeling nostalgic for the hills and the smell of cowshit.
The tavern girls were red faced and sweating, sweeping through the crowds with laden trays and heavy mugs dragging scent trails of sausage and hard cider, sour wine and potato soup. Alexei snagged a cut of rye tossed to him by one of the girls as she twitched past him, smiling and winking. The hip-twitching walk was as much to avoid pinching fingers as to appear desirable and Alexei smiled. Particularly at Marta, a beautiful girl, small and perfect as porcelain doll. There was something about her that drew him; he wanted her like he’d wanted no one else ever.
The experience of desire was new and fascinating for him, he’d never before *wanted* to be with someone, he’d just…bent with whatever way the wind swept him. But this one--he chose, he wanted—if he could just make her see she wanted him too. She smiled often at him and kissed his cheeks but every time he tried to wrap her in his arms she slipped through like a breeze. He smiled, he wasn’t naive, he could get her in a minute if he had the proper amount of coin, but he didn’t want a business arrangement. He wanted…something else.
He sighed and leaned against Viktor, who ran his fingers across his head, and stroked his ear absently. Alexei narrowed his eyes and smiled as if in pleasure. It was part of the sell, the display. A quick way to let everyone know what was possible—what could be bought. He tilted his head back and let Viktor stroke his throat and dreamed.
Dreamed of being free, on his own, happy, he even dreamed of being in love, dreamed someday he’d meet the person who was his missing half, someone good, someone who could save him. He snorted. Viktor murmured, “Lyoshah?”
“Nothing, Viktor.” They’d given up the pretense of being lovers long ago-- Alexei no longer pretended that Viktor was more then his pimp, Viktor no longer pretended he loved him. Business. All life was about the business.
It was nothing to fuck, nothing to suck someone, nothing to be fucked. Nothing, when he did it with strangers or did it for Viktor. Not anymore. He didn’t look when Viktor disposed of a troublesome one, and he asked the dying ones no more questions. Hw didn’t care anymore what they saw when the spark fled, he didn’t care anymore about the spark. He didn’t care about anything anymore. Except Marta.
Marta passed him and drew a hand across his tender scalp. He shivered and leaned forward, watching her head to the kitchen. She stopped at the door, smiled at him and went out.
He shivered again and looked at Viktor.
“Go, on your way, pup. I’ll be here.” He smiled in a strange way, and his hand lingered on his neck, before shoving him lightly away.
Alexei leaped up and hurried after her.
She met him in the kitchen and drew him away to the side, off to the dark pantry. In the middle of piles of bags of flour, crates of vegetables and melons she touched him, unbuttoned his pants and caressed him. Under the swinging ropes of garlic and nets full of apples, he lifted her onto the prep table. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, long kisses that pulled at his tongue and swelled his lips, wet kisses that slid around his mouth and slicked his chin as she grazed her teeth over the tender flesh, nipped and sucked at his neck until he groaned out loud and pushed himself against the sharp edge of her smooth teeth and begged her to bite down.
His cock pushed insistently against her hand, and he slid a hand up her marble smooth leg, thrilled with every move she made that flexed the tight muscle of her thigh under his hand, when she moaned and lifted a little on the table he slid his fingers up, up into the hot wet heat of her pussy. She groaned into his ear, “Harder, deeper” and he shuddered, he could feel his cock jump with every push of his fingers, they slid in and out of the remarkable heat…She whispered, “The gentleman will pay us more if you let him fuck you too.”
His head swam for a moment, he gasped “What?”
“We’re being watched.”
His hand tightened on her thigh, and she grunted in pain. “But-- you knew, yes?” she asked.
He smiled at her and jabbed his fingers in as deep and as hard as he could. “How much?”
She yelped and gasped, “Ten rubles a piece, more if you let him fuck you too….”
He dropped his pants. “Let’s give the bastard a show then,” he snarled and in one move shoved inside her.
She gasped at the unexpected and rough way he entered her, and Alexei closed his eyes and didn’t open them to look at her again.
It was the first time he’d ever been with a woman; he was surprised at how …different it was. She was wet, so slick. Tight. He gasped and hunched into her, dug his fingers hard into her plush soft ass and pulled her deeper onto his cock. He groaned, it was good, it felt good—and then he felt cool long fingers on his hips, and a hot wet tongue at the back of his neck. He was deeply concentrated on his own pleasure and started to shrug the hands away and Marta looked alarmed.
“Don’t, Viktor will…”
Viktor knew? Viktor set it up…he laughed. Well, of course.
He’d never had a choice. Viktor had arranged it all. He felt the hands reach around and stroke his belly, run around the root of his cock and tickle the base, a slim finger pushed into her, rubbing the length of his cock and they both groaned. It slid in and out and then withdrew and before Alexei could feel any disappointment it slipped between his cheeks and was rubbing soft circles around the tightly clenched bud of his hole. It was replaced by the large blunt head of the man's cock, hotter and smoother and slipping around his quivering hole, making him grunt at each nudge.
The dual sensations made him cry out and thrust harder in to Marta, and at the same time impale himself on the cock behind him. The man behind him was silent, only the shift in his breathing gave him away. But his strokes were sure and deep, and the burn of heat in Alexei’s ass, the push and pull against the ring of muscle struggling to grasp and hold that cock, the hot nearly liquid heat his own cock was in, the tight pull and release around him as he plunged in and out of her sent him into a storm of ecstasy. Lightning raced up and down his spine, it felt like it was trying to burst out of his skin. He couldn’t keep quiet, the pain of ecstasy was to much to bear silently, “Ah-ah-ah,” he yelled out and trembled and then he couldn’t speak, his climax bent him double, hunched over her shaking groaning and pouring into her, and the cock behind him slid deeper and he felt it jerk and spill inside him, wave after wave of sensation swept him, until he thought he’d pass out.
He could barely move as Marta wormed out from under him and shoved a few coins into her stocking top. She was gone quickly as she could be, slipping away from the touch of Alexei’s hand. "Don’t be ridiculous." she hissed when he tried to touch her again. “It’s just business.”
He leaned on the table, elbows planted and his bare back exposed. A hand stroked down his spine and there was no comfort in the touch at all.
“Are you tired of this?” A cultured, gentleman’s voice asked. It was soft, with a hint of steel under it. He turned, and displayed himself, legs spread wide as he could with pants trapping his ankles and smirked. He knew how he looked. He started to make a comment and suddenly he realized, he knew this man.
It was him—it was the man from the carriage. It was the man in his dream…he was there, and he was clean and beautiful and smelled of roses…and sex.
He’d just had sex with him. Alexei pulled up his pants and fastened them. He searched his face, looked for some sign; something, anything, but he was a stranger to this man. He held out his hand.
The man reached into his pocket and asked him again. “Are you tired of this?”
Alexei stared at him silently and the man started to frown. He thought Alexei didn’t understand, but he did, oh yes he did. He nodded, one sharp move and the man smiled, returned the money to his pocket. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a long closed blade, much like one he had long ago before Viktor took it from him. It had a silver and mother of pearl case and when the blade slid out it caught the light and glittered like an angel’s halo.
The man laid it on his palm and closed his fingers gently over it. “If you really are tired of this, then say good-bye to your friend and come to me behind the tavern. If you want to leave with me?”
Alexei was silent for a moment before he spoke. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“I know.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“That’s my boy”. He said.
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4/10/05 01:24 am (UTC)Love you too! And OMG!! Your icon brings tears of joy to my eyes,--it's just...perfect! God, I can't *wait* for the delicious fic this ep should generate! One of my favorite kinks, Lex on Lex sex! *happy sigh*
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4/10/05 03:30 am (UTC)