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roxyOkay, so here’s the start of that Alexei story I kept threatening you folks with. He’s my favorite character, well, besides Wade. I liked him too. And Whitney but I’m not telling which incarnation of Whit is my favorite. I do have favorites, isn’t that awful? I still think it’s weird to write someone and fall for them. (I know it’s no just me. *eyeballs y’all* )
Anyhoo, here is my little darlin’.
Go forth little one and make yer mommy proud!
Previous Parts are here , warming up by doing stretches-hey! That’s *not* what they mean by stretching!
The Edge of the Forest
Alexei sat gingerly on the edge of the car seat, wrapped in a fur robe the man had provided. This evening was choked with new experiences for him—he’d never been in an automobile before, he’d never felt anything so soft and luxurious as the robe enveloping him before, they were in a part of the city he’d never been before. He looked out on a wonderland, a new city where the wealthy lived their lives in comfort and plenty. It was far, far from where people like him lived and died in ignorance and squalor, he snarled at his faint image in the glass, and promised himself he’d never return there.
He clenched his jaw as the car swung swiftly around a corner, flinging him against the door. Outside the window, snowflakes flung themselves against the glass and the world raced by, changed in a frightening way, blurred and unfamiliar. He worked hard to cover his fear, straightened his shoulders and smiled at the fleeing scenery. He didn’t want his…benefactor… to think he was more of a country bumpkin then he was. The other smiled at his reaction, or more properly lack of reaction. Alexei had not yet learned that sometimes the absence was as telling as the reaction would have been.
Finally the car pulled up to a large manor house and parked. Alexei sighed a tiny breath of relief. They’d reached whatever place they were supposed to and he was still alive. A blessing. So far.
A young man in livery dashed to the curb and opened the door for them.
“Master Leonov. “ He bowed, a quick bob of his head and then moved quickly aside to make way for the two.
They crossed a wide portico, were let into a large domed marble foyer by another liveried servant who took the man’s coat and hat with a slight bow, and reluctantly took the stained and ragged over coat Alexei just as reluctantly relinquished
They were greeted politely by the major-domo, and ushered into a fire lit study. Alexei felt as if he were in a dream, there were thick rugs under his feet, a fire crackling in the fireplace, warming the whole room, filling it with a golden glow. He stopped and breathed in deeply. The house smelled wonderfully of tangerines. He’d had one once, and never forgot it’s tart sweetness bursting on his tongue. He wondered if he might have a chance to taste them again and decided that yes, he would.
There was wine and sweet tea and because of the lateness of the hour, a cold platter was laid out for them and Alexei ate swiftly, refilling his plate often, not caring it was obvious how hungry he was. He had no idea when Leonov, or whatever his name was, would tire of him and toss him out on his ear. He would take every advantage he could and for now that meant stuffing as much food into himself as his belly could take.
Alexei looked up and caught the man staring at him, mouth open slightly on an entertained smile, his eyes glittering with icy amusement. Alexei tilted his head and spoke, muffled slightly by a food stuffed mouth. “So, what do I call you,” he asked. He swallowed and grinned like a shark, letting everything show in his eyes, waiting for the reaction he usually got. The other made no response, just watched, coldly amused. Alexei shrugged, filled his mouth with food again and ate until finally his belly was tight as a drum, until he felt that one more bite would make him explode. He wiped his mouth, leaving greasy tracks across the back of his hand, and sat back, satisfied for the moment.
He cased the study quickly, efficiently; he noted what was portable and valuable and what was junk. Very, very few pieces were without value. He nodded to himself. Good to know if he needed to take off on the fly.
He shifted his glance to land on the man. Again he asked, “What do I call you, then.” He affected a look of bored disdain. “Shall I call you master also, or would you rather I call you…”
The man interrupted him, the fingers of one thing long elegant hand combed through his close cut beard. “You may call me Filip, Alexei,” he said. He laughed softly, white, white teeth flashing, but his eyes were cold and blank as the eyes of a doll. “I am Filip Leonov, but Filip is fine.”
Alexei nodded. They sat in silence for a while, the rhythmic crackling as the fire devoured the logs provided the only sound, a soothing sound, the warmth and scent of the burning logs, his full belly and the wine, the hot sweet tea, all worked to ease him—Alexei’s eyes began to droop and he began to slowly edge into sleep.
He was jostled by a hand on his elbow and his eyes shot open. He was instantly awake and cursing himself that this person could even touch him unawares. Viktor was going to smack him for that—
His eyes darted about the room--he was back in the present. The fire had burned to embers and he was alone, only himself and the servant urging him to his feet.
Alexei was led to a room, a large room dominated by a carved bed, a huge dark bed in the old style, posts draped with heavy red curtains and white linens spread over it. Dark red curtains were also at the windows, and a small electric lamp on the table next to the bed fascinated him. Electric light, it was amazing…he was drawn to the light like a moth, he circled the lamp and reached slowly out to touch the shade, his slim fingers skating down the side of the parchment shade, warming from the heat the bulb threw off, he stared down into it and reared back, blinking his eyes against the starbursts that filled his vision. The young servant chuckled quietly and Alexei turned towards the sound, angry at first that the young man laughed at him, but he saw no malice there and controlled himself.
“Come, Master Alexei, Master Filip wants me to help you prepare for bed.”
Alexei stood and waited. He had no idea what was coming and when the boy tried to unbutton his jacket, Alexei whipped about and had him flat on his back on the floor in seconds, Alexei’s thin sharp elbow in his throat. No one was taking his clothes—he’d worked too fucking hard for them—
“The Master has ordered new clothing for you!” the boy managed to choke out.
“Ah. That’s different.” Alexei smiled and leaped away. He shimmied out of his clothing in a blink and stood naked, completely unconcerned and looking about for the promised clothing.
The servant gestured to a basin on a stand in the corner of the room and indicated he should wash up all the while massaging his throat and looking a little afraid, and rather impressed. Alexei grinned at him and went eagerly to the basin of hot water. He shivered in pleasure as steam rose from the bowl. He loved bathing, he loved being clean. He loved hot water on his skin, the smell of cleansing herbs and soap. He nearly groaned aloud, it felt so good to wipe himself with the soft flannel, and the soap smelled slightly of citrus and roses.
The servant smiled at him, and backed out of the room. “I will return shortly, Master Alexei.”
Alexei nodded absently, absorbed in the pleasure of his bath.
******
Out side of the room the servant turned to the maid waiting there with towels and fresh clothing for the master’s new pet.
“So—what’s this one like, Mischa?” she asked, and shifted the linens in her arms.
“It’s strange, Nadya—he really is not like the others. He reminds me of Him quite a bit. But he’s also rather puppyish…though I’d say a wolf puppy. “
“Well,” she smiled back, “He’s already made an impression I see.”
Mischa blushed, his dark skin going even darker and his black curls dropped over his eyes as he snatched the towels and clothing from her arms. “Thank you, I’m sure,” he huffed and she laughed again before waddling away. He smiled after her. She was a terrible tease, that one. He huffed. Back in to the wolf’s den.
*****
Alexei was just finishing up when Mischa entered the room. He smiled at him, but Mischa wasn’t fool enough to mistake it for friendliness. He set the linen on the bed, backed away and informed Alexei that the master would be coming to see him before bed. Alexei laughed, a low, startlingly intimate sound, too knowing in one so young. He leaped over to the bed; bare bottom exposed as he pawed through the items laid out there, whooping as he wrapped a large Turkish towel around his nakedness and Mischa quickly quelled a tiny sting of disappointment.
He frowned as he looked over the clothing there and said, “There’s just long shirts here—where are the clothes you promised?” he looked at Mischa with a snarl, his gray eyes snapping and when he took a step towards him Mischa hastened to fling open a wardrobe against the wall.
“Here, while you slept, the master already laid in your clothing. And boots, and a new coat, and…” Mischa spoke not a word about the clothing not being exactly new—though to someone like Alexei, they must seem very fine….
Alexei interrupted him and looked over his shoulder, his fresh clean skin rubbing against Mischa, who blushed. “Where are Filip’s clothes? Where’s his stuff?”
Mischa coughed. “This is your room. Only yours.”
Alexei stared at him, wide-eyed at first, and then his eyes narrowed and his lips peeled back from his teeth, and his hand wrapped around Mishca’s wrist painfully. “What’s the game,” he snarled low and rough. “What are we playin’ here? No one gives all of this to a…to a stranger.”
“It’s true, it is all yours—please,“ Mischa whispered harshly, afraid to take his eyes away from Alexei. The puppy had sunk deep under the wolf, and Mischa was equally afraid and captivated.
The door opened and Alexei whipped around, growling, and dragged Mischa about to plant him like a shield in front of him.
Filip stood in the doorway, wrapped in a satin robe, his arms were folded over his chest and he shook his head with a rueful smile. He sighed. “Alexei, don’t terrorize the staff. Mischa, you may go.”
Mischa bowed and glanced quickly at Alexei, who grinned at him, the puppy pasted back on his face, but Mischa was a smart young man. He didn’t forget the other face, the real face. Even now, the smile had nothing to do with the wolfling’s eyes. They were the gray of the winter sky and just as cold.
He walked as quickly as was polite to the door bowed again and shut it soundly behind him. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. This one—this one was dangerous. He wondered if Leonov had any idea how truly dangerous he was.
TBC!
Anyhoo, here is my little darlin’.
Go forth little one and make yer mommy proud!
Previous Parts are here , warming up by doing stretches-hey! That’s *not* what they mean by stretching!
The Edge of the Forest
Alexei sat gingerly on the edge of the car seat, wrapped in a fur robe the man had provided. This evening was choked with new experiences for him—he’d never been in an automobile before, he’d never felt anything so soft and luxurious as the robe enveloping him before, they were in a part of the city he’d never been before. He looked out on a wonderland, a new city where the wealthy lived their lives in comfort and plenty. It was far, far from where people like him lived and died in ignorance and squalor, he snarled at his faint image in the glass, and promised himself he’d never return there.
He clenched his jaw as the car swung swiftly around a corner, flinging him against the door. Outside the window, snowflakes flung themselves against the glass and the world raced by, changed in a frightening way, blurred and unfamiliar. He worked hard to cover his fear, straightened his shoulders and smiled at the fleeing scenery. He didn’t want his…benefactor… to think he was more of a country bumpkin then he was. The other smiled at his reaction, or more properly lack of reaction. Alexei had not yet learned that sometimes the absence was as telling as the reaction would have been.
Finally the car pulled up to a large manor house and parked. Alexei sighed a tiny breath of relief. They’d reached whatever place they were supposed to and he was still alive. A blessing. So far.
A young man in livery dashed to the curb and opened the door for them.
“Master Leonov. “ He bowed, a quick bob of his head and then moved quickly aside to make way for the two.
They crossed a wide portico, were let into a large domed marble foyer by another liveried servant who took the man’s coat and hat with a slight bow, and reluctantly took the stained and ragged over coat Alexei just as reluctantly relinquished
They were greeted politely by the major-domo, and ushered into a fire lit study. Alexei felt as if he were in a dream, there were thick rugs under his feet, a fire crackling in the fireplace, warming the whole room, filling it with a golden glow. He stopped and breathed in deeply. The house smelled wonderfully of tangerines. He’d had one once, and never forgot it’s tart sweetness bursting on his tongue. He wondered if he might have a chance to taste them again and decided that yes, he would.
There was wine and sweet tea and because of the lateness of the hour, a cold platter was laid out for them and Alexei ate swiftly, refilling his plate often, not caring it was obvious how hungry he was. He had no idea when Leonov, or whatever his name was, would tire of him and toss him out on his ear. He would take every advantage he could and for now that meant stuffing as much food into himself as his belly could take.
Alexei looked up and caught the man staring at him, mouth open slightly on an entertained smile, his eyes glittering with icy amusement. Alexei tilted his head and spoke, muffled slightly by a food stuffed mouth. “So, what do I call you,” he asked. He swallowed and grinned like a shark, letting everything show in his eyes, waiting for the reaction he usually got. The other made no response, just watched, coldly amused. Alexei shrugged, filled his mouth with food again and ate until finally his belly was tight as a drum, until he felt that one more bite would make him explode. He wiped his mouth, leaving greasy tracks across the back of his hand, and sat back, satisfied for the moment.
He cased the study quickly, efficiently; he noted what was portable and valuable and what was junk. Very, very few pieces were without value. He nodded to himself. Good to know if he needed to take off on the fly.
He shifted his glance to land on the man. Again he asked, “What do I call you, then.” He affected a look of bored disdain. “Shall I call you master also, or would you rather I call you…”
The man interrupted him, the fingers of one thing long elegant hand combed through his close cut beard. “You may call me Filip, Alexei,” he said. He laughed softly, white, white teeth flashing, but his eyes were cold and blank as the eyes of a doll. “I am Filip Leonov, but Filip is fine.”
Alexei nodded. They sat in silence for a while, the rhythmic crackling as the fire devoured the logs provided the only sound, a soothing sound, the warmth and scent of the burning logs, his full belly and the wine, the hot sweet tea, all worked to ease him—Alexei’s eyes began to droop and he began to slowly edge into sleep.
He was jostled by a hand on his elbow and his eyes shot open. He was instantly awake and cursing himself that this person could even touch him unawares. Viktor was going to smack him for that—
His eyes darted about the room--he was back in the present. The fire had burned to embers and he was alone, only himself and the servant urging him to his feet.
Alexei was led to a room, a large room dominated by a carved bed, a huge dark bed in the old style, posts draped with heavy red curtains and white linens spread over it. Dark red curtains were also at the windows, and a small electric lamp on the table next to the bed fascinated him. Electric light, it was amazing…he was drawn to the light like a moth, he circled the lamp and reached slowly out to touch the shade, his slim fingers skating down the side of the parchment shade, warming from the heat the bulb threw off, he stared down into it and reared back, blinking his eyes against the starbursts that filled his vision. The young servant chuckled quietly and Alexei turned towards the sound, angry at first that the young man laughed at him, but he saw no malice there and controlled himself.
“Come, Master Alexei, Master Filip wants me to help you prepare for bed.”
Alexei stood and waited. He had no idea what was coming and when the boy tried to unbutton his jacket, Alexei whipped about and had him flat on his back on the floor in seconds, Alexei’s thin sharp elbow in his throat. No one was taking his clothes—he’d worked too fucking hard for them—
“The Master has ordered new clothing for you!” the boy managed to choke out.
“Ah. That’s different.” Alexei smiled and leaped away. He shimmied out of his clothing in a blink and stood naked, completely unconcerned and looking about for the promised clothing.
The servant gestured to a basin on a stand in the corner of the room and indicated he should wash up all the while massaging his throat and looking a little afraid, and rather impressed. Alexei grinned at him and went eagerly to the basin of hot water. He shivered in pleasure as steam rose from the bowl. He loved bathing, he loved being clean. He loved hot water on his skin, the smell of cleansing herbs and soap. He nearly groaned aloud, it felt so good to wipe himself with the soft flannel, and the soap smelled slightly of citrus and roses.
The servant smiled at him, and backed out of the room. “I will return shortly, Master Alexei.”
Alexei nodded absently, absorbed in the pleasure of his bath.
******
Out side of the room the servant turned to the maid waiting there with towels and fresh clothing for the master’s new pet.
“So—what’s this one like, Mischa?” she asked, and shifted the linens in her arms.
“It’s strange, Nadya—he really is not like the others. He reminds me of Him quite a bit. But he’s also rather puppyish…though I’d say a wolf puppy. “
“Well,” she smiled back, “He’s already made an impression I see.”
Mischa blushed, his dark skin going even darker and his black curls dropped over his eyes as he snatched the towels and clothing from her arms. “Thank you, I’m sure,” he huffed and she laughed again before waddling away. He smiled after her. She was a terrible tease, that one. He huffed. Back in to the wolf’s den.
*****
Alexei was just finishing up when Mischa entered the room. He smiled at him, but Mischa wasn’t fool enough to mistake it for friendliness. He set the linen on the bed, backed away and informed Alexei that the master would be coming to see him before bed. Alexei laughed, a low, startlingly intimate sound, too knowing in one so young. He leaped over to the bed; bare bottom exposed as he pawed through the items laid out there, whooping as he wrapped a large Turkish towel around his nakedness and Mischa quickly quelled a tiny sting of disappointment.
He frowned as he looked over the clothing there and said, “There’s just long shirts here—where are the clothes you promised?” he looked at Mischa with a snarl, his gray eyes snapping and when he took a step towards him Mischa hastened to fling open a wardrobe against the wall.
“Here, while you slept, the master already laid in your clothing. And boots, and a new coat, and…” Mischa spoke not a word about the clothing not being exactly new—though to someone like Alexei, they must seem very fine….
Alexei interrupted him and looked over his shoulder, his fresh clean skin rubbing against Mischa, who blushed. “Where are Filip’s clothes? Where’s his stuff?”
Mischa coughed. “This is your room. Only yours.”
Alexei stared at him, wide-eyed at first, and then his eyes narrowed and his lips peeled back from his teeth, and his hand wrapped around Mishca’s wrist painfully. “What’s the game,” he snarled low and rough. “What are we playin’ here? No one gives all of this to a…to a stranger.”
“It’s true, it is all yours—please,“ Mischa whispered harshly, afraid to take his eyes away from Alexei. The puppy had sunk deep under the wolf, and Mischa was equally afraid and captivated.
The door opened and Alexei whipped around, growling, and dragged Mischa about to plant him like a shield in front of him.
Filip stood in the doorway, wrapped in a satin robe, his arms were folded over his chest and he shook his head with a rueful smile. He sighed. “Alexei, don’t terrorize the staff. Mischa, you may go.”
Mischa bowed and glanced quickly at Alexei, who grinned at him, the puppy pasted back on his face, but Mischa was a smart young man. He didn’t forget the other face, the real face. Even now, the smile had nothing to do with the wolfling’s eyes. They were the gray of the winter sky and just as cold.
He walked as quickly as was polite to the door bowed again and shut it soundly behind him. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. This one—this one was dangerous. He wondered if Leonov had any idea how truly dangerous he was.
TBC!
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