Th Edge Of The Forest part 5
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roxySo, yesterday, I finally got my L&C boys on track, whoo-hoo! I typed away happy as a clam—yes, yes, decent stuff this, lawks, it shineth on the page like a shiny bright thing. And then poof! Gone! Lost it! But I don’t care—tra-la-la-la! I am happy as a clam, behold my smile. No, really it’s a smile.
Any-hoo, until I can scrape together the bits and pieces of that one—I give you this one.
Previous Parts are here. making vodka from potatoes and lube from…my goodness? Can you *do* that?
The Edge of the Forest
Alexei began lessons with Filip. He learned how to comport himself in public, how a gentleman
conducted business He learned what the rich considered to be acceptable behavior and what they’d turn a blind eye to and most importantly, he gained knowledge. He became aware that the world extended beyond himself, beyond the city, beyond the borders of Russia even....
Books. The world of books opened up to Alexei like the gates of heaven, he read everything he could. The military handbooks and field guides were as fascinating to him as the history books that lined one side of Filip’s library and when he found the library also contained works of fiction, whole galaxies of possibilities opened up.
Alexei learned to think again, memories of his childhood came back to him …sometimes late at night, with a scarf shaded lamp burning, and a book on his knees, deep in the lives of heroes—Arthur, Odysseus, Ivanhoe…he felt a terrible hollow pain inside. Somewhere in another place and time, he might have done this-- create worlds with words; but those worlds were forever out of his reach, dissolved like mist in the sun. Because of his desire to live, that part of him had been murdered. So he read, he devoured, he voraciously tore through the printed word, absorbed it and took what he needed from it. Filip was pleased.
And the more pleased he was, the more he demanded of Alexei.
Alexei had his head on Mischa’s stomach, and occasionally blew into the curls around his cock, pulled his fingers through them—he liked to keep Mischa just on the edge of arousal for as long as he could.
“Filip wants me in the Army. “ He laughed, shifted his head until he was lying in the bowl of his hip and Mischa laid his hand over his head, cradling and stroking the soft warm skin, and let Alexei talk.
Mischa had learned his lesson well, he tread carefully in any matters concerning Alexei and Filip.
Alexei hated him fiercely, and seemed to need him every bit as fiercely as he hated him. He spent his days fighting for his approval and the rare times he achieved complete approval, he threw it back in his face—he’d do something guaranteed to raise Filip’s wrath.
On the reverse side of the coin, Filip seemed to need their odd relationship just as much. He goaded Alexei until the boy exploded and then chastised him for it—but seemed to enjoy his rebellion. It was something about his master Mischa struggled to understand.
Alexei rose and stretched, yawning widely and Mischa smiled. Alexei blinked sleepily and grinned back at him, a slow burn of a smile that exposed shining teeth….
He watched Alexei from his comfortable nest on the bed, pillows piled about him and blankets twisted around him. Alexei walked from the dresser back to the bed, half-hard, a grin on his face. “Turn around, Mischa. I want to do something.”
Mischa shuddered inside. He could hear the wolf in Alexei’s voice but he turned because he’d never been able to learn to protect himself against him. Alexei tied his hands to the bedposts, tied his feet also so he was like a starfish against the bed. His chest hurt with the force of his breath. His skin pimpled over with goose bumps as all his hair tried to rise and Alexei settled over his thighs. He could feel his cock nudge him gently, prod at his ass and leave slick trails as it swayed over his skin. His own erection dug into the sheets as he tried to move, to get some friction. Alexei’s touch always made him hard, fear or not.
An icy feeling that swiftly became a burn trailed the length of his back and he shouted in surprise and pain, tried to buck Alexei off his legs.
“Shhh, just a minute more, be still, my pet, quiet…” .He drawled the word out and the burn swooped across his shoulders.
“A…L…” it went on and on as Alexei spelled his name. He’d stop, and Mischa would feel his tongue, wet and warm against his shivering skin and then he’d continue--until Mischa’s pillow was wet and his lip bloody. He felt he had to contain his pain, be silent as Alexei demanded.
Alexei stopped at last, and then the tongue slid down his back, weaving back and forth the length of him, sliding over the swell of his back and easing down the cleft, between his cheeks. He jumped and whined at the pleasure and the pain. He gave himself over to the waves of pleasure, he felt wild and free, he had no control, he could do nothing except give himself over to it, let Alexei direct him as he would. With fingers and tongue and voice he drove Mischa higher and higher, with his cock he broke him into a million pieces. He slid into his body, and the pain of entry burned away nearly at once, transfigured into thrill after thrill as Alexei fucked him mercilessly. His blood rushed like fire through his veins, every thrust filled him with a desire for more, deeper, harder and Alexei gave him what he wanted. Alexei shifted, thrust with a deep grunt into him--stars burst in his belly and spine and sweat spattered against his back, the salt burned the raw lines Alexei had cut into his flesh.
Alexei sank his teeth into the nape of his neck and shook, and it was enough, he came howling into his pillow.
It felt amazing—he shuddered in ecstasy —it hurt—he swore he heard his joints creak and pop even as he bucked back as hard as he could. He was rewarded with a flood of heat and the sensation of Alexei coming deep in him, filling him, and snarling his love for him.
*********************
Into The Night
Alexei became Filip’s constant companion as part of the social scene. They went to concerts and plays and he once attended a fete at the palace. Filip had lawn parties and dinner parties and in general Alexei became a visible part of the social scene and succeeded very well in Filip’s plan to have Alexei recognized and accepted as Filip’s.
At home, Filip spent most evenings with Alexei— they spent long evenings playing games of strategy, playing cards, quizzing him on his studies. Filip took to having Alexei read to him as his skills increased.
Filip began watching Mischa and Alexei together. He liked less and less how much time they spent together. Alexei seemed to be developing quite a dependence on Mischa. That was counter-productive. He would have to nip this in the bud, after all while he’d quite expected that he’d fuck Mischa, never had he imagined he had it in him to love the boy.
He crossed the study to the cabinet housing the bar. He poured a bit of vodka into his glass and drank deeply. He pulled his collar open and sighed.
The summer heat made him tired—the thought of what he had to do exhausted him. It was a tedious business, not something that bothered him but the after affects would require careful handling.
When his major domo arrived to his summons he had the event planned out.
TBC
Any-hoo, until I can scrape together the bits and pieces of that one—I give you this one.
Previous Parts are here. making vodka from potatoes and lube from…my goodness? Can you *do* that?
The Edge of the Forest
Alexei began lessons with Filip. He learned how to comport himself in public, how a gentleman
conducted business He learned what the rich considered to be acceptable behavior and what they’d turn a blind eye to and most importantly, he gained knowledge. He became aware that the world extended beyond himself, beyond the city, beyond the borders of Russia even....
Books. The world of books opened up to Alexei like the gates of heaven, he read everything he could. The military handbooks and field guides were as fascinating to him as the history books that lined one side of Filip’s library and when he found the library also contained works of fiction, whole galaxies of possibilities opened up.
Alexei learned to think again, memories of his childhood came back to him …sometimes late at night, with a scarf shaded lamp burning, and a book on his knees, deep in the lives of heroes—Arthur, Odysseus, Ivanhoe…he felt a terrible hollow pain inside. Somewhere in another place and time, he might have done this-- create worlds with words; but those worlds were forever out of his reach, dissolved like mist in the sun. Because of his desire to live, that part of him had been murdered. So he read, he devoured, he voraciously tore through the printed word, absorbed it and took what he needed from it. Filip was pleased.
And the more pleased he was, the more he demanded of Alexei.
Alexei had his head on Mischa’s stomach, and occasionally blew into the curls around his cock, pulled his fingers through them—he liked to keep Mischa just on the edge of arousal for as long as he could.
“Filip wants me in the Army. “ He laughed, shifted his head until he was lying in the bowl of his hip and Mischa laid his hand over his head, cradling and stroking the soft warm skin, and let Alexei talk.
Mischa had learned his lesson well, he tread carefully in any matters concerning Alexei and Filip.
Alexei hated him fiercely, and seemed to need him every bit as fiercely as he hated him. He spent his days fighting for his approval and the rare times he achieved complete approval, he threw it back in his face—he’d do something guaranteed to raise Filip’s wrath.
On the reverse side of the coin, Filip seemed to need their odd relationship just as much. He goaded Alexei until the boy exploded and then chastised him for it—but seemed to enjoy his rebellion. It was something about his master Mischa struggled to understand.
Alexei rose and stretched, yawning widely and Mischa smiled. Alexei blinked sleepily and grinned back at him, a slow burn of a smile that exposed shining teeth….
He watched Alexei from his comfortable nest on the bed, pillows piled about him and blankets twisted around him. Alexei walked from the dresser back to the bed, half-hard, a grin on his face. “Turn around, Mischa. I want to do something.”
Mischa shuddered inside. He could hear the wolf in Alexei’s voice but he turned because he’d never been able to learn to protect himself against him. Alexei tied his hands to the bedposts, tied his feet also so he was like a starfish against the bed. His chest hurt with the force of his breath. His skin pimpled over with goose bumps as all his hair tried to rise and Alexei settled over his thighs. He could feel his cock nudge him gently, prod at his ass and leave slick trails as it swayed over his skin. His own erection dug into the sheets as he tried to move, to get some friction. Alexei’s touch always made him hard, fear or not.
An icy feeling that swiftly became a burn trailed the length of his back and he shouted in surprise and pain, tried to buck Alexei off his legs.
“Shhh, just a minute more, be still, my pet, quiet…” .He drawled the word out and the burn swooped across his shoulders.
“A…L…” it went on and on as Alexei spelled his name. He’d stop, and Mischa would feel his tongue, wet and warm against his shivering skin and then he’d continue--until Mischa’s pillow was wet and his lip bloody. He felt he had to contain his pain, be silent as Alexei demanded.
Alexei stopped at last, and then the tongue slid down his back, weaving back and forth the length of him, sliding over the swell of his back and easing down the cleft, between his cheeks. He jumped and whined at the pleasure and the pain. He gave himself over to the waves of pleasure, he felt wild and free, he had no control, he could do nothing except give himself over to it, let Alexei direct him as he would. With fingers and tongue and voice he drove Mischa higher and higher, with his cock he broke him into a million pieces. He slid into his body, and the pain of entry burned away nearly at once, transfigured into thrill after thrill as Alexei fucked him mercilessly. His blood rushed like fire through his veins, every thrust filled him with a desire for more, deeper, harder and Alexei gave him what he wanted. Alexei shifted, thrust with a deep grunt into him--stars burst in his belly and spine and sweat spattered against his back, the salt burned the raw lines Alexei had cut into his flesh.
Alexei sank his teeth into the nape of his neck and shook, and it was enough, he came howling into his pillow.
It felt amazing—he shuddered in ecstasy —it hurt—he swore he heard his joints creak and pop even as he bucked back as hard as he could. He was rewarded with a flood of heat and the sensation of Alexei coming deep in him, filling him, and snarling his love for him.
*********************
Into The Night
Alexei became Filip’s constant companion as part of the social scene. They went to concerts and plays and he once attended a fete at the palace. Filip had lawn parties and dinner parties and in general Alexei became a visible part of the social scene and succeeded very well in Filip’s plan to have Alexei recognized and accepted as Filip’s.
At home, Filip spent most evenings with Alexei— they spent long evenings playing games of strategy, playing cards, quizzing him on his studies. Filip took to having Alexei read to him as his skills increased.
Filip began watching Mischa and Alexei together. He liked less and less how much time they spent together. Alexei seemed to be developing quite a dependence on Mischa. That was counter-productive. He would have to nip this in the bud, after all while he’d quite expected that he’d fuck Mischa, never had he imagined he had it in him to love the boy.
He crossed the study to the cabinet housing the bar. He poured a bit of vodka into his glass and drank deeply. He pulled his collar open and sighed.
The summer heat made him tired—the thought of what he had to do exhausted him. It was a tedious business, not something that bothered him but the after affects would require careful handling.
When his major domo arrived to his summons he had the event planned out.
TBC
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8/7/05 06:54 pm (UTC)am with you..
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8/7/05 09:00 pm (UTC)*is scared*
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8/7/05 09:02 pm (UTC)YOu're going to be evol.
*cowers*
*sniffle*
I love his reading, and his memories...makes me hurt.
In the good way.
:)
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8/8/05 03:19 am (UTC)That makes me happy. (you know what i mean) :)
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8/8/05 07:04 am (UTC):)
*smooch*
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