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roxyHEY!!! I'm complaining! Clark is being an enormous pain! And Lex is testing my last nerve. So instead of L&C, I've got some Alexei. I did want to hold off on this because I wanted to finish L&C before doing big work on this, but since the boys are being jerks I had time to do a little research.
Man, you know how hard it is to find info on the military in Tsarist Russia? Pretty hard, I'll tell you. Fortunately I have this giant jar of vaseline to smear across the lense and I learned this little trick with my fingers and eyebrows--watch--"This is all incredibly accurate and you will tell all your friends how brill Mizz Roxy is...*gestures mysteriously*
Putting out the call for my boy Mischa!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mkitty_03 wanted to know how I saw him and I said Terrance Howard, but she said, (and I do have to agree) he's a litle too old...who do you see as Mischa?
It’s a short bit, but heartfelt….Nighty-night!
"Mischa, put the book down. I don’t want to know anymore about Napoleon, I want a kiss.” He sat behind Mischa and licked and nibbled at the skin exposed by his unbuttoned collar. Alexei slid cold fingers into the open space and tickled him. Mischa huffed and tried to move away but Alexei had him trapped between his legs. He nibbled and kissed at the back of his neck; delicately pulled the thick curls there with his teeth.
“Alexei, stop—he’s going to ask you questions tonight, for both our sakes you’d better be able to answer them.”
Alexei laughed and pushed him to his back, and Mischa grinned in spite of himself. He loved Alexei, loved his beautiful body, his clever mind, his fearsome heart. He looked up into winter sky eyes and sighed. He loved being owned by him.
Alexei slowly unbuttoned his tunic, a mischievous grin curving his lips. He bent and kissed each bit of skin revealed as he did so, he spread his hands across his chest and drew his fingertips through the soft hairs dusting it, enjoying the feel, admiring the contrast of Mischa’s honey skin against his marble white…he stretched up to kiss him. “Come on Mischa, beautiful one, time for a break,” he whispered against his open mouth. “Let me make you happy.” He dipped his tongue between Mischa’s rose lips, tapping them with a pointed tongue-tip…
Mischa laughed and twisted under Alexei’s dancing fingers, floating on a cloud of arousal, of happiness, he was at ease and carefree and spoke without thinking, “No, no, your father…”
Alexei punched him in the mouth and pain exploded in his a head—he dragged him off the bed. He slapped him again and again and yelled at him to shut his mouth. Mischa rolled to his stomach and covered his head with his arms and waited for the storm to die. Skin split and blood flew and still Alexei beat him, words dissolved into howls and anger transformed to some emotion Mischa couldn’t name but seemed to be tearing Alexei in two— he wondered if Alexei would stop before he killed him. He lay in a tight ball, protecting himself as best he could. It didn’t hurt as much anymore. He’d probably stop soon. He’d remember whom he was beating and he’d stop. Alexei loved him. It wasn’t his fault; after all he had committed the ultimate crime. He’d spoken the word aloud.
Alexei screamed until the sound made Mischa cry, he tore the room to bits and Filip never came. When he finally collapsed Mischa held him and let him scream hoarsely in his lap, absorbed the sound with his flesh. He held him all night until in the morning Alexei begged him to forgive him, his eyes red with unshed tears. He promised Mischa that he’d never hurt him, promised him he’d never kill him, told him the story of his life and promised he would kill him if he told another. He asked him over and over if he loved him and Mischa told him again and again he did.
******
Filip came in the afternoon and took Alexei out and sent his personal physician to see to Mischa.
When Alexei came back that evening, Mischa was in his bed, and Nadya sat by his bedside, hand on his head, speaking to him. She stood when Alexei came in, and he smirked and thanked her for caring for his servant.
“The Master orders, and we do as he says.” She looked at him with challenge on her face, and Alexei sneered at her until he also saw what Mischa saw, that underneath the anger, there was a certain measure of understanding. Of pity. He snarled at her and turned to leave and Mischa called out to him. Please Alexei, please come back…”
Alexei looked at Mischa, blank-faced, eyes flat and gray as black pearls. He watched him struggle up to his elbows. “Please come sit with me.”
“You’re an idiot,” Alexei husked. “You are as stupid as a hound.” Nadya flinched and took a step back toward Mischa but all he did was nod, “Yes, I am. I’m your dog. Come pet me.” His elbows shook, trying to hold his weight and he gasped a little when they slipped on the smooth fabric of the sheets.
Alexei laughed softly. “What does he have for pain, where’s his medicine,” he asked the woman and she pointed silently at the table next to the bed, and left without a backward glance when she was dismissed.
When the door closed, he spoke, his voice rough and low. “Move over, let me lay down.” He climbed onto the bed carefully, lay down next to him and locked his eyes with him.
“Filip is nothing to me but a means to an end. Do you understand?” He waited until Mischa nodded and continued. “You know what I‘ve done in my life, this is no different." His voice got rougher and thinner but he kept speaking. “I’ve never loved anyone. Not that woman, not her man—any of them--not Viktor, and not Him. No one. No reason to.”
Mischa nodded. He understood of course.
Alexei sighed and reached up to grab a curl and rub it against his cheek. “I love you.”
Mischa shook his head, no he didn’t, he couldn’t because he was Alexei, it was supposed to be that he loved him and Alexei was Alexei…
Alexei reached up and curved his hand around his neck and pulled his head down to him.
“Without you, I’ll die. I need you. I have to have you to keep sane, you understand?”
Mischa’s heart soared, he was happy and scared at once. "Alexei, Master,” he whispered. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll hold your soul for you.”
Alexei nodded. “Yes, you have my soul. You keep it safe for me, Mischa. As long as you have it, He can’t hurt me.”
TBC
Man, you know how hard it is to find info on the military in Tsarist Russia? Pretty hard, I'll tell you. Fortunately I have this giant jar of vaseline to smear across the lense and I learned this little trick with my fingers and eyebrows--watch--"This is all incredibly accurate and you will tell all your friends how brill Mizz Roxy is...*gestures mysteriously*
Putting out the call for my boy Mischa!
mkitty_03 wanted to know how I saw him and I said Terrance Howard, but she said, (and I do have to agree) he's a litle too old...who do you see as Mischa? It’s a short bit, but heartfelt….Nighty-night!
"Mischa, put the book down. I don’t want to know anymore about Napoleon, I want a kiss.” He sat behind Mischa and licked and nibbled at the skin exposed by his unbuttoned collar. Alexei slid cold fingers into the open space and tickled him. Mischa huffed and tried to move away but Alexei had him trapped between his legs. He nibbled and kissed at the back of his neck; delicately pulled the thick curls there with his teeth.
“Alexei, stop—he’s going to ask you questions tonight, for both our sakes you’d better be able to answer them.”
Alexei laughed and pushed him to his back, and Mischa grinned in spite of himself. He loved Alexei, loved his beautiful body, his clever mind, his fearsome heart. He looked up into winter sky eyes and sighed. He loved being owned by him.
Alexei slowly unbuttoned his tunic, a mischievous grin curving his lips. He bent and kissed each bit of skin revealed as he did so, he spread his hands across his chest and drew his fingertips through the soft hairs dusting it, enjoying the feel, admiring the contrast of Mischa’s honey skin against his marble white…he stretched up to kiss him. “Come on Mischa, beautiful one, time for a break,” he whispered against his open mouth. “Let me make you happy.” He dipped his tongue between Mischa’s rose lips, tapping them with a pointed tongue-tip…
Mischa laughed and twisted under Alexei’s dancing fingers, floating on a cloud of arousal, of happiness, he was at ease and carefree and spoke without thinking, “No, no, your father…”
Alexei punched him in the mouth and pain exploded in his a head—he dragged him off the bed. He slapped him again and again and yelled at him to shut his mouth. Mischa rolled to his stomach and covered his head with his arms and waited for the storm to die. Skin split and blood flew and still Alexei beat him, words dissolved into howls and anger transformed to some emotion Mischa couldn’t name but seemed to be tearing Alexei in two— he wondered if Alexei would stop before he killed him. He lay in a tight ball, protecting himself as best he could. It didn’t hurt as much anymore. He’d probably stop soon. He’d remember whom he was beating and he’d stop. Alexei loved him. It wasn’t his fault; after all he had committed the ultimate crime. He’d spoken the word aloud.
Alexei screamed until the sound made Mischa cry, he tore the room to bits and Filip never came. When he finally collapsed Mischa held him and let him scream hoarsely in his lap, absorbed the sound with his flesh. He held him all night until in the morning Alexei begged him to forgive him, his eyes red with unshed tears. He promised Mischa that he’d never hurt him, promised him he’d never kill him, told him the story of his life and promised he would kill him if he told another. He asked him over and over if he loved him and Mischa told him again and again he did.
******
Filip came in the afternoon and took Alexei out and sent his personal physician to see to Mischa.
When Alexei came back that evening, Mischa was in his bed, and Nadya sat by his bedside, hand on his head, speaking to him. She stood when Alexei came in, and he smirked and thanked her for caring for his servant.
“The Master orders, and we do as he says.” She looked at him with challenge on her face, and Alexei sneered at her until he also saw what Mischa saw, that underneath the anger, there was a certain measure of understanding. Of pity. He snarled at her and turned to leave and Mischa called out to him. Please Alexei, please come back…”
Alexei looked at Mischa, blank-faced, eyes flat and gray as black pearls. He watched him struggle up to his elbows. “Please come sit with me.”
“You’re an idiot,” Alexei husked. “You are as stupid as a hound.” Nadya flinched and took a step back toward Mischa but all he did was nod, “Yes, I am. I’m your dog. Come pet me.” His elbows shook, trying to hold his weight and he gasped a little when they slipped on the smooth fabric of the sheets.
Alexei laughed softly. “What does he have for pain, where’s his medicine,” he asked the woman and she pointed silently at the table next to the bed, and left without a backward glance when she was dismissed.
When the door closed, he spoke, his voice rough and low. “Move over, let me lay down.” He climbed onto the bed carefully, lay down next to him and locked his eyes with him.
“Filip is nothing to me but a means to an end. Do you understand?” He waited until Mischa nodded and continued. “You know what I‘ve done in my life, this is no different." His voice got rougher and thinner but he kept speaking. “I’ve never loved anyone. Not that woman, not her man—any of them--not Viktor, and not Him. No one. No reason to.”
Mischa nodded. He understood of course.
Alexei sighed and reached up to grab a curl and rub it against his cheek. “I love you.”
Mischa shook his head, no he didn’t, he couldn’t because he was Alexei, it was supposed to be that he loved him and Alexei was Alexei…
Alexei reached up and curved his hand around his neck and pulled his head down to him.
“Without you, I’ll die. I need you. I have to have you to keep sane, you understand?”
Mischa’s heart soared, he was happy and scared at once. "Alexei, Master,” he whispered. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll hold your soul for you.”
Alexei nodded. “Yes, you have my soul. You keep it safe for me, Mischa. As long as you have it, He can’t hurt me.”
TBC
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7/26/05 07:02 pm (UTC)It IS true!!!
*pinches your cute, cute, evol cheeks*!!!
:)