Alexei part 6
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roxyPrevious Parts are here, singing Russian folk songs…what the—say! Knock off that singing right now! Besides that’s biologically impossible. And nasty.
Continuing on with the story of Little Alexei, and how he grew. *pats his little head, checks fingers* Ready? Buckle up!
The Edge Of The Forest
Filip had decided to move to his country estate for a few months, a move that required the hiring of several train cars for his retinue, house staff and Alexei and his servant.
Alexei had been pleasing to observe during the course of their journey. His reaction to train travel had been one of wonder and amusement. He loved any type of swift vehicle, that one, Filip thought. He’d nearly had to restrain him when they were on the observation car platform, he’d leaned so far over to try and see the great iron wheels turning. Filip mused that Alexei had no fear at all of any moving vehicle. He loved them all, as if they’d been made with him in mind. He swarmed over his cars, he pestered his drivers for information and true to form, he’d peppered the engineers as much as he could with questions and demands for information.
Alexei continued to give him pleasure in so many ways.
*********
The arrival at the estate was the unleashing of disorder and chaos.
The dogs barked and growled and snapped at each other, their handlers shouting and soothing in turns-- horses snorted and danced through the crowd of men. His hunt master shouted orders and directions, chastised and praised and eventually brought order to the chaos.
Filip moved through the crowd, giving a word of praise where warranted, expressing his dissatisfaction if necessary —he gave praise more often than not. His men were extremely well trained, as were his dogs and horses. He examined his favorites, made sure that they’d been well cared for in his absence and eventually the party was moved to the manor house.
Alexei asked to be excused when they were shown to their separate rooms, and dinner had been cleared away from the big table in the main dining hall. Brandy and cigars were being enjoyed by the older men in the party, the younger men flirted and danced with the women. Alexei was bored and told Filip so.
“You need to mix with these young men, get to know them. You’ll be attending academy with them in the fall. You’re already terribly behind and it will benefit you to have a friend or two at your back.”
Alexei growled at the idea, but he bowed to Filip’s will and attended the small gathering with ill- grace. At the end of the evening he made for his room and Mischa, but Filip stopped him. “Come to my room first, and then you can retire for the evening.”
Alexei grinned at him, no warmth in his smile or in his eyes.
“Of course…sir. As you wish.”
********
Filip leaned back in the wooden lawn chair, enjoying the slower pace of life in the country. It was a luxury that he had not nearly enough time to enjoy—he made the most of his opportunities.
A servant from the house crossed in front of him, carrying a basket filled with wine bottles. He stumbled a little and blushed deeply when he realized Alexei was watching him.
There was much to enjoy in the country….
His thoughts turned to his wolf…he marveled at Alexei’s ability to adapt. Here in the country, he’d expected Alexei to wilt a little and he did—at first.
He wanted the streets and buildings; he wanted the smells he knew around him. But as soon as he understood he had no other option, he made a complete about face; in fact he seemed to enjoy the countryside—rushing like a puppy from one sight to another, pulling Mischa after him.
Filip smiled fondly. Let the boy have his fun. Soon he’d have to do the work of a man and an officer, if he had anything to say about it.
He stretched his limbs out and leaned back in the lawn chair. He allowed his valet to light his cigar, and adjusted the brim of his hat to ward of the rays of the afternoon sun. A little group of chattering women passed, smiling at him under their umbrellas, their white dresses looked luminous in the sunlight. Lovely, the girls, so smooth and creamy, floating across the lawn like little whipped puffs just begging to be eaten. The men looked handsome in their summer uniforms. He drew in aromatic smoke and let it roll out of his mouth; he could imagine those crisp creases coming undone under his hands, wrinkling and dampening…ah. Summer.
His attention wandered back to his wolf cub, his eyes searching across the lawn until he caught sight of him. Alexei stood at the edge of an open field, holding his hands out. Filip could see that Mischa poured something into them—blackberries. Mischa picked a few out of Alexei’s hands and feed them to him.
Sweet. Filip drew on his cigar and blew a stream of gray skyward. Very sweet.
On the edge of the field, away from the crowd, the only thing Alexei and Mischa heard were the shrill whir of insects in the grass, the heat and sound combined in a way that was almost hypnotic. Alexei laughed when Mischa tipped a handful of dark berries into his hand. He stared at them, so dark a blue they looked black against his pale skin. Mischa smiled.
“They look beautiful in your hands, Master.”
Alexei nodded--he was surprised they were so warm, like holding sunlight in his hands. They rolled like a gentle touch on his palms when Mischa searched out a perfect one.
“It must be plump, and firm, you see. You can smell them when they’re ripe…smell.” He held it close to Alexei’s nose and commanded him to close his eys and breathe in…the smell of blackberry and sun-warmed grass-- and Mischa-- filled his nose. He inhaled and tilted his face upwards…he felt a kitten soft touch at his lips and they quivered, Mischa gently pushed the berry past his lips, onto his tongue, the tip lingered against it and Alexei bit down, bursting the berry, pinching the finger between his teeth. Juice washed over it and Alexei licked and sucked juice and fruit pulp from Mischa’s finger, licked and sucked until he heard his breath change. He opened his eyes and Mischa was staring at him, a red spot on each cheek, his lips parted, tongue unconsciously copying the movements of Alexei’s.
He pulled Mischa close and ran his hand over his thigh up to cup his hardness. “Mischa—“ he let his finger pop from his mouth. His voice was low and rough. “Just from that, darling pet?”
The older boy groaned as he gently kneaded him, he began to rock into the pressure and nodded, “Yes, less than that, master, less than that…any time you touch me…” Alexei felt him jerk hard against his palm. It sent a thrill up his arm, he felt himself stiffen, and Mischa’s hot hand touched him.
He sighed. Happy.
Mischa’s clever fingers swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, and made short work of his own when Alexei’s fingers shook too much to perform that task.
They were knee deep in the golden grass; sun warming their skin, the heat making the smells around them sharper, deeper, Alexei drank in the scent of Mischa aroused. He looked beautiful, head tipped back, his cock stiff and urgent, rising from the dark nest of curls his open trousers revealed. Long lashes brushed his cheeks but he knew the boy watched him--he caught the gleam of honey colored eyes under those lashes.
Their hands slipped and stroked each other, slowly at first, feeling the shape, the weight, and heat—the beautiful wonderful heat…it burrowed under his skin and grew to a flame, it burned him from the inside out. His muscles flexed and quivered, when Mischa slid a finger under his balls, back, tapped and stroked and circled the quivering hole it searched for, Alexei groaned deeply. “Mischa, Mischa, I feel it; I feel it…help me!” His cock surged even harder against his belly and Mischa quickly took him in his hot hand again.
“Come! Come Alexei, Master, love,” Mischa gasped and his cock reared, thick strands of precome glistened, laced from Alexei’s fingers to the head of his cock, more fluid rolled from the tip and a shudder ran through Mischa. “Alexei,” he gasped and spurt, thick gouts leaped up to drop against the pale hand. Alexei groaned, so deep it sounded more a cry of pain than ecstasy and flooded Mischa’s hand, come ran down the trembling fingers to drip into the grass below and for a mad second Alexei thought an offering to the old gods…he lost himself in the warmth and wet of Mischa’s mouth.
******
TBC
Continuing on with the story of Little Alexei, and how he grew. *pats his little head, checks fingers* Ready? Buckle up!
The Edge Of The Forest
Filip had decided to move to his country estate for a few months, a move that required the hiring of several train cars for his retinue, house staff and Alexei and his servant.
Alexei had been pleasing to observe during the course of their journey. His reaction to train travel had been one of wonder and amusement. He loved any type of swift vehicle, that one, Filip thought. He’d nearly had to restrain him when they were on the observation car platform, he’d leaned so far over to try and see the great iron wheels turning. Filip mused that Alexei had no fear at all of any moving vehicle. He loved them all, as if they’d been made with him in mind. He swarmed over his cars, he pestered his drivers for information and true to form, he’d peppered the engineers as much as he could with questions and demands for information.
Alexei continued to give him pleasure in so many ways.
*********
The arrival at the estate was the unleashing of disorder and chaos.
The dogs barked and growled and snapped at each other, their handlers shouting and soothing in turns-- horses snorted and danced through the crowd of men. His hunt master shouted orders and directions, chastised and praised and eventually brought order to the chaos.
Filip moved through the crowd, giving a word of praise where warranted, expressing his dissatisfaction if necessary —he gave praise more often than not. His men were extremely well trained, as were his dogs and horses. He examined his favorites, made sure that they’d been well cared for in his absence and eventually the party was moved to the manor house.
Alexei asked to be excused when they were shown to their separate rooms, and dinner had been cleared away from the big table in the main dining hall. Brandy and cigars were being enjoyed by the older men in the party, the younger men flirted and danced with the women. Alexei was bored and told Filip so.
“You need to mix with these young men, get to know them. You’ll be attending academy with them in the fall. You’re already terribly behind and it will benefit you to have a friend or two at your back.”
Alexei growled at the idea, but he bowed to Filip’s will and attended the small gathering with ill- grace. At the end of the evening he made for his room and Mischa, but Filip stopped him. “Come to my room first, and then you can retire for the evening.”
Alexei grinned at him, no warmth in his smile or in his eyes.
“Of course…sir. As you wish.”
********
Filip leaned back in the wooden lawn chair, enjoying the slower pace of life in the country. It was a luxury that he had not nearly enough time to enjoy—he made the most of his opportunities.
A servant from the house crossed in front of him, carrying a basket filled with wine bottles. He stumbled a little and blushed deeply when he realized Alexei was watching him.
There was much to enjoy in the country….
His thoughts turned to his wolf…he marveled at Alexei’s ability to adapt. Here in the country, he’d expected Alexei to wilt a little and he did—at first.
He wanted the streets and buildings; he wanted the smells he knew around him. But as soon as he understood he had no other option, he made a complete about face; in fact he seemed to enjoy the countryside—rushing like a puppy from one sight to another, pulling Mischa after him.
Filip smiled fondly. Let the boy have his fun. Soon he’d have to do the work of a man and an officer, if he had anything to say about it.
He stretched his limbs out and leaned back in the lawn chair. He allowed his valet to light his cigar, and adjusted the brim of his hat to ward of the rays of the afternoon sun. A little group of chattering women passed, smiling at him under their umbrellas, their white dresses looked luminous in the sunlight. Lovely, the girls, so smooth and creamy, floating across the lawn like little whipped puffs just begging to be eaten. The men looked handsome in their summer uniforms. He drew in aromatic smoke and let it roll out of his mouth; he could imagine those crisp creases coming undone under his hands, wrinkling and dampening…ah. Summer.
His attention wandered back to his wolf cub, his eyes searching across the lawn until he caught sight of him. Alexei stood at the edge of an open field, holding his hands out. Filip could see that Mischa poured something into them—blackberries. Mischa picked a few out of Alexei’s hands and feed them to him.
Sweet. Filip drew on his cigar and blew a stream of gray skyward. Very sweet.
On the edge of the field, away from the crowd, the only thing Alexei and Mischa heard were the shrill whir of insects in the grass, the heat and sound combined in a way that was almost hypnotic. Alexei laughed when Mischa tipped a handful of dark berries into his hand. He stared at them, so dark a blue they looked black against his pale skin. Mischa smiled.
“They look beautiful in your hands, Master.”
Alexei nodded--he was surprised they were so warm, like holding sunlight in his hands. They rolled like a gentle touch on his palms when Mischa searched out a perfect one.
“It must be plump, and firm, you see. You can smell them when they’re ripe…smell.” He held it close to Alexei’s nose and commanded him to close his eys and breathe in…the smell of blackberry and sun-warmed grass-- and Mischa-- filled his nose. He inhaled and tilted his face upwards…he felt a kitten soft touch at his lips and they quivered, Mischa gently pushed the berry past his lips, onto his tongue, the tip lingered against it and Alexei bit down, bursting the berry, pinching the finger between his teeth. Juice washed over it and Alexei licked and sucked juice and fruit pulp from Mischa’s finger, licked and sucked until he heard his breath change. He opened his eyes and Mischa was staring at him, a red spot on each cheek, his lips parted, tongue unconsciously copying the movements of Alexei’s.
He pulled Mischa close and ran his hand over his thigh up to cup his hardness. “Mischa—“ he let his finger pop from his mouth. His voice was low and rough. “Just from that, darling pet?”
The older boy groaned as he gently kneaded him, he began to rock into the pressure and nodded, “Yes, less than that, master, less than that…any time you touch me…” Alexei felt him jerk hard against his palm. It sent a thrill up his arm, he felt himself stiffen, and Mischa’s hot hand touched him.
He sighed. Happy.
Mischa’s clever fingers swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, and made short work of his own when Alexei’s fingers shook too much to perform that task.
They were knee deep in the golden grass; sun warming their skin, the heat making the smells around them sharper, deeper, Alexei drank in the scent of Mischa aroused. He looked beautiful, head tipped back, his cock stiff and urgent, rising from the dark nest of curls his open trousers revealed. Long lashes brushed his cheeks but he knew the boy watched him--he caught the gleam of honey colored eyes under those lashes.
Their hands slipped and stroked each other, slowly at first, feeling the shape, the weight, and heat—the beautiful wonderful heat…it burrowed under his skin and grew to a flame, it burned him from the inside out. His muscles flexed and quivered, when Mischa slid a finger under his balls, back, tapped and stroked and circled the quivering hole it searched for, Alexei groaned deeply. “Mischa, Mischa, I feel it; I feel it…help me!” His cock surged even harder against his belly and Mischa quickly took him in his hot hand again.
“Come! Come Alexei, Master, love,” Mischa gasped and his cock reared, thick strands of precome glistened, laced from Alexei’s fingers to the head of his cock, more fluid rolled from the tip and a shudder ran through Mischa. “Alexei,” he gasped and spurt, thick gouts leaped up to drop against the pale hand. Alexei groaned, so deep it sounded more a cry of pain than ecstasy and flooded Mischa’s hand, come ran down the trembling fingers to drip into the grass below and for a mad second Alexei thought an offering to the old gods…he lost himself in the warmth and wet of Mischa’s mouth.
******
TBC
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8/8/05 11:45 am (UTC)*loves*
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8/8/05 06:27 pm (UTC)So damn pretty, that.
SO damn pretty.
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8/8/05 10:51 pm (UTC)Lovely part!
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