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I ended up finding something that was I wasn't even looking for, but somehow was exactly what I needed.

And then some.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol took the long way around the building, looping around to the other side, just so he could keep walking briskly. The night air felt good on his face and the occasional sting of snow was just as welcome.

At least he'd gotten off, he told himself. He probably could sleep now, though he knew he'd wake up in the middle of the night, seeking warmth next to him, but finding nothing.

It made him think about Leshovik. Wherever the sniper was tonight, he was probably with Lynx.

Aryol entered the main wing through the back door and wended his way through the halls, finding his room unerringly, but hesitating before he went in it.

He knew he'd really be a fool now if he tried to find the man again, tried to explain...something. He'd felt so powerful and confident when the man had initiated their encounter with a stirring glance, but now he felt jejune.

Even so, Aryol hesitated outside his quarters, looking back down the hall, wondering if the man would still be there, or be nearby, if he went back.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov returned to the visiting officers' section of the wing with a leisurely aspect to his stride, listening to the falls of his boot-heels, clacking like castanets on the linotile.

He approached around the front corridor corner, expecting an empty hallway, as it usually was- few guard patrols bothered this nonessential wing unless heavy dignitaries demanded it.

However as he neared his door, digging in his pocket for the key-card, he glanced up, flicking his hair out of his eyes, and was mildly startled to see that there was another tenant in residence, about to unlock his own door- which so happened to be across from his own.

Nika's gaze was wide and unassuming beneath his the black patent brim of his grey MVD visor cap, but his frown betrayed his sudden bemusement.

The dark haired man was looking the other way, down the long hall.

"Privet, comrade....Neighbor?" Nika asked, saluting, after a moment, with pleasant vagueness.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol turned at the sound of the voice, recognizing it, but disbelieving up until the point when he laid eyes on the man, the same one from outside. The one he'd just fucked and kissed and fled from was actually staying in the room just across the hall.

It struck him as tremendously and ridiculously funny, and he started to laugh, anxiety bleeding away, washed clean by providence.

His shoulders shook and he laughed at himself and at the twisted strings of destiny. Aryol believed in a greater meaning behind seemingly random acts more than most people did. There were things about the universe that he simply trusted.

"Wow," he managed, shaking his head, humor still vibrating through him. "This is funny. But I kind of like the irony."

He caught the man's eyes and smiled, wryly, the apparent coincidence feeding his courage. He figured this was a grand, cosmic hint that he was being an idiot, though not in the way he'd thought.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov realized his vague notion had indeed been right, and it was his flash-fast paramour, after all.

Yes, he'd recognized the back of that head, but it would have been coarse to say so.

"It's a good joke," he agreed, with a temperate smile.

"...and maybe good fortune. Who knows."

It could be a real convenience. A pressure valve of pleasure and release, if the man wanted that as well.

Liadov wouldn't presume.

He nodded crisply, stripping off his gloves, pausing casually, conversationally, outside his quarters.

Studying the man's body for signs or insignia of any kind, but finding nothing identifying.

Not like his own grey uniform, subtly but certainly emblazoned with the proprietary marks of his organization.

Liadov's brows raised pleasantly.

"Not a native, then."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol cocked his head, not following the thread of conversation at first until he realized the man was talking about him.

"No," Aryol said, with a shrug, and a wry chuckle.

He left his door unopened and crossed the hall to where the man stood, sidling up, a little closer than casual comrades stood.

"Just in town on business," he said, euphemistically.

Aryol wanted to see what the man really looked like when not lit only by stars and under the haze of sodium.

Handsome, as he'd noted, deceptively boyish. The man had eyes that could narrow and turn wary in a moment, but he also had a mouth that was sensuous no matter what he was doing.

Aryol stepped a little closer, moved into the man's personal space, soaking in his physicality, which resonated with familiar promise.

He looked at the man, met his eyes, then smiled faintly, half-apologetic, half-wry.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he murmured as softly and intimately as one did with a lover. "I didn't mean to leave so quickly."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov lowered his eyes, offering an elusive smile.

"That's all right," he said, mildly. "Sometimes it goes down that way."

He laughed quietly, crossing his arms.

"Sorry I spoiled your exit."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "Don't worry about it," Aryol said, his mouth tugging, smile turning lopsided.

He glanced down, demure again for a moment, but then he looked back up, eyes dark with intent.

Aryol noted the body language, closed and resolute, and almost balked again, then steeled himself, and met the man's gaze.

"Want to try that again?" he asked, quietly.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov raised an eyebrow, smiling wryly.

"You mean, you want to make a run for it?"

The guy really was young.

He looked him over, benignly, feeling unusually composed and mellowed.

"You probably could. Black Ops, right?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed.

"No, not that. But yeah, I'm Black Ops."

Most people tried not to ask, like it was a dirty secret. But this man's uniform bore the insignia of the MVD, marking him as a fellow professional, but one who just came at things from a different angle.

"I meant, saying goodbye," he said, voice soft again.

Aryol leaned closer, eyes flicking to the man's mouth with the clear intent to kiss him, but he paused halfway and glanced up again, just to give him the opportunity to demur.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika laughed, lightly, leaning back against the wall, not evading nor committing.

His eyes were warmer than usual, probably reflecting a little of the fiery young soldier's cast-off heat.

"If you like," he replied, lifting his chin. "I was about to turn in for the night..." he coughed, amused. "All taken care of."

Liadov's eyes honed in on the darker man's face.

"Kiss my mouth if you like," he said, smiling. "But you should know...I'm thirty-five, comrade."

He paused.

"I have a deceptive face."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol paused, frowning at that.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked, honestly confused. He actually hadn't been far off in his own estimation, but that still didn't explain why the man had felt compelled to tell him his age, unless it was a vaguely polite way to tell Aryol he was too young.

He leaned forward anyway, and let his lips brush the man's, not exactly kissing, but instead just grazing lightly, the trailing touch loaded with intent.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov cocked an eyebrow, accepting the trace of lips with a small, suppressed shiver.

"I'm not good with ages. But you...look like you probably were suckling teats when I was first suckling cock."

He shrugged.

"I suppose telling you even that was a breach of policy," he murmured, "seeing as these things rely on discretion."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's smile turned sly again, and he leaned in, letting the tip of his tongue graze the man's full, petulant lips.

"What things?" he murmured against that sensual mouth, sharing breath, then dipped his head lower, lips brushing along the smooth, finely-cut jaw.

He reached out and laid a hand on the man's hip, but merely let it rest there.

"Black Ops? Or fucking people you don't know in dark alleys?"

He laughed quietly into the man's neck, which still tasted faintly of salt.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Both," said Nika, dryly, "but more the fucking."

The touch was nice.

He leaned into it, aware that his profile was a mirror of the soldier's.

Liadov sobered, catching the man's jaw in his hand, meeting his eyes with a smile.

"Maybe we should do this again some time, since we're adjacent."

He paused, tilting his brow closer, confratory.

"You can take me, if you want. I don't mind."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's smile turned quieter and gentler, and he reached out impulsively, touching the man's brow with the lightest brush of supple leather.

"We'll see how it goes," he said, softly. "I'm good either way."

Not many people offered, at least not in Aryol's experience, not to someone like him, a junior. A few men he'd known had preferred it, and he'd happily obliged, but he didn't have a preference. Topping was just more of a novelty.

Aryol leaned forward again to press a sweet kiss into the man's lips, let it linger in tenderness and pure, good-natured affection.

"Thanks," he whispered, like it was a secret between them. "You made me feel better."

He hadn't told the man he'd been feeling badly, but Aryol hadn't even realized it himself. Not until these tender, parting moments, which made him feel inexplicably better, though for reasons he couldn't name.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov released the stranger's face as he drank in the kiss, and his eyes swept closed.

He opened them again and nodded.

"We'll see how it goes. That's probably best, comrade. No need to get ahead of ourselves."

He was conscious that this man's mouth that kissed him so chastely had been on his cock, not too long ago, sucking him off with the ferocity of a storm.

"But I should be thanking you. I was going crazy here. Alone."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's brows drew together sharply.

Though the man's words were seemingly mild, they were like his boyish face, misleading.

No one would know by merely looking upon the man's gentle, civil mien that inside beat the heart of a tiger, that it drove him with a predator's rarified hunger.

That was the man who had bound Aryol's hands, who had fucked him to a slow crescendo. A man like that needed others, if only for the fact they let him be who he really was.

Aryol thought of his own bed, empty tonight, and another bed, elsewhere, that was full.

He met the man's gaze, eyes dark and wounded, feeling for him, understanding there was more to his pain than he would ever say to a stranger.

"No one should have to be alone," Aryol declared, fiercely and quietly.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Have to be?"

Nika laughed.

"And here I thought you found me pretty."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol frowned for a moment, but then realized that that the man was teasing him, words gently mocking behind his slow gaze and wry laughter.

His eyes narrowed sharply and pressed closer, catching the stranger's mouth in a blistering kiss, lips and tongue hungry.

He kissed the man hard and long enough to steal enough breath to shut him up.

Aryol pulled back slightly, and regarded the man, smugness writtern across his face.

"Yeah, you're pretty too," he said, smirking faintly.

He licked his lips then eased back, slightly.

"I guess I should go," he murmured, but made no immediate move to do so.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "You like to kiss," breathed Nika, darkly. "Don't you."

He regarded the young soldier briefly for a moment, admiring his gaze, which was straight and sharp and persuasive as a razor.

"Yes, of course...go," he said. "No reason to stand here in the hallway all night."

He lingered as well, insouciant, feeling rumpled and fucked-out, liquor-kissed and warm around the edges.

"Go find your bed," he said, softly.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "I could stand here in the hallway all night," Aryol said quietly, voice lightly loaded and goading, "if I was kissing you."

He shifted, closer again, and eased a leg between the man's thighs, resting flush against him.

Aryol was getting aroused again, because it never took long, and the man had proven to be so accommodating.

He stroked an idle thumb against the man's hip.

"You're right..." he whispered, trailing off, leaning forward and dragging his lips against the man's neck.

"...and I should probably take a shower, too."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "What's your hurry?" Nika taunted back, with fond and gentle venom. "Eager to efface my mark?"

He let his head fall back, and rolled it over his shoulder, unabashedly reveling in the tawdriness of being mauled in the quiet corridor, beneath the flickering lights.

"I understand. You have someone to answer to, krasivchik?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "I'm Black Ops, remember," Aryol murmured, and he began to kiss the man's neck more in earnest, lips hungry and sucking.

He pinned the man back against his door, raising welts along his neck, grinding his thigh against the heat of the man's loins in a slow, senuous press.

"No accountability," he murmured, when he came up for air.

Aryol knew Leshovik would be mad, actually, but that was too bad, what he got, for disappearing on him.

He sucked a bruise into the skin of the man's pale throat.

"I can do what I whatever I want."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov laughed, lightly, threading his hands into the young man's sooty hair, which had the texture of of a horse's mane- rough up one side, but plasticine and smooth, somehow, at the right angle of touch.

His loins were stirring, but not wholly convinced just yet.

"I don't think I'll shower until tomorrow," Nika murmured. "I think...I'll keep your scent on my skin. Your taste on my tongue. Do you mind, comrade?

His eyes roamed downward, acknowledging the hard cock that impressed him, both in a physical and figurative sense.

The suction pained him briefly, and he knew he would have marks to account for in the morning. But that was easily done, smothered beneath an MVD muffler.

"It's been a long time since anyone's hurt me," Liadov said, amused at the vigor and primalcy of the stranger. "...A long time since anyone dared."

The young man's ravaging technique was inexperienced, jagged around the edges, but there was a certain appeal to it, for all that.

"I don't normally say this, but this is a...new kind of night. A new and different place. What do you say...you come inside my room?"

Nika raised his eyebrows to a treacherous slant.

"Perenochevat'."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol paused, pulling back, raising his head to meet the man's eyes.

His gaze was flushed and primal, drunk on libido, and his breath came harder, but still even.

Aryol smiled, slowly, lips pulling back. His eyes flickered, half-lidded with pleasure.

"Da," he said, softly, rolling the word off his tongue, licking his lips like he was savoring a lover's issue, "I'd like that."

He pulled away, gently, easing back, letting the man go so he could get his door.

Aryol watched him, gaze drowsy but body poised and aching.

"And I can hurt you more, if you like," he whispered.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov unlocked the door and blocked it open with his shoulder.

"If you like, you can."

Pain wasn't really his thing, but then, there was no roadmap for these things, acquitted in the dead of night, and Liadov was unfailingly debauched.

He moved into the room, hearing the eager footsteps of the soldier behind him, the sound of him hastily unbuttoning his coat.

Nika smiled, pausing at the table to pull off his cap and set it down, running a hand back slowly, through his hair, pausing again to reflect.

"Make yourself at home. I'm sure it's the mirror of your quarters."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol shrugged off his coat and tossed it over a chair, then sat down on the bed to unlace his boots.

He took a cursory glance around the quarters.

"A lot nicer than the last place I stayed," he said, absently, thinking of the cave. But at the same time, there had been a lot of good things about being out there, and away from other people. Just him and Leshovik and Lynx.

Aryol thought the good things - sleeping with Leshovik in the hammock, pressed warm and close. Playing chess with Lynx, trading blow jobs, the time when Lynx had made love to him. And the three of them, fucking each other at the same time, one of the most intensely intimate and erotic things he'd ever done.

But it felt like they'd left those things behind at the cave, and everything was different now.

That knowledge still constricted his chest vaguely, like being short of breath.

Aryol tossed his boots and socks under the chair then stripped out of his grey tank and unbuttoned his fatigue pants.

He threw his clothes onto the chair, then flopped back on the man's bed, sprawling naked.

His body was lean, but defined with muscle, the result of the Spetsnaz training he did every day with Leshovik, and probably helped by a lot of fucking.

"I like everything," he said, matter-of-factly.

He paused.

"Well, almost everything."

After a moment, Aryol levered himself up on his elbows so he could watch what the man was doing.

Aryol was hard, though not painfully so, his cock arched back against his pale, taut belly.

"What about you? You're the one that's been alone here, going crazy. Tell me what you like. I can make it nice for you."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "I'm never alone," remarked Nika, amused at the naked chelovik spraddled easily and nakedly across his bedspread. No shame. No hesitation.

He unbuttoned his coat and threw it over the wingback chair, then began unbuttoning his shirt, strolling across to the young soldier.

Sitting down lightly and turning to him with a winsome, confratory smile as he drew his collar to the sides.

"And yet, I'm always alone. Do you know what I mean?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol tilted his head, considering the man quietly, eyes dark and somber.

His gaze turned briefly rueful.

"Yeah, I know," he said, softly.

Aryol reached out and stroked his hand along the man's thigh, the motion gentle, idle. The wool felt soft and smooth under his fingertips. Expensive, probably.

His mouth quirked.

"Because of who you are, right? That's the way it has to be."

His eyes flicked past the man, and he stared unfocused into the middle distance.

"You can't share everything. No one knows who you really are."

Aryol returned his gaze back to the man, and studied those boyish features. He looked young, yet wasn't, and, other than that, didn't seem young, either. An old soul, like people said sometimes.

He offered a slight shrug, and his mouth tipped up lightly.

"But it's all right. You can still enjoy what's good."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Yes," murmured Liadov, softly, leaning forward. "And I do."

He reached for the young soldier's face and brought his mouth forward, kissing the stranger's lips.

"And this is good."

He shifted out of his dress shirt, struggling it brusquely off his hands behind him, and baring his chest to the warmth of the room.

"Are you a Georgian? Ukrainian?" he asked, tracing the cheekbone of the stranger with his index finger, assessing with eyes wide and limpid in the low light. Pools of water, reflecting jade.

"Your skin has some olive to it. That, and your eyes...very dark."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol shrugged.

"I don't know what I am. I was a war orphan."

He didn't mention Kasya. It almost didn't seem real to him still, the fact that he had a father now. It seemed distant, removed, like a nice dream he'd woken up from feeling sated.

He'd lived his whole life not knowing his parents. It seemed more natural not to.

And besides, a complicated explanation probably wasn't what the man was looking for now.

He smiled faintly, and pushed himself up so he could kneel on the bed.

Aryol reached out to trace a finger down the man's bare, firm stomach, then worked at undoing his belt with deft but idle fingers, tugging at the leather.

As he worked he leaned forward again, placing his other hand on the man's hip, lightly and just for balance. Aryol gave him a slow kiss in return.

He was curious about this man, but found himself reluctant to ask anything, not knowing what would be acceptable or not.

Aryol remembered then what Niotkuda had said earlier, about the MVD, back when they were heading to the firing range. Killings.

"You're here on business," he stated, carefully not a question.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov nodded.

"That's right. Just like you."

He pushed back from the bed, briefly, long enough to lose his uniform pants and his shorts, pulling them off over his boots. He would deal with them later- there was no hurry. Otherwise, he was naked, and that was all he wanted for the moment.

"Maybe the same business," he added, easing back onto bed, and drawing his long, booted legs along with him. "I was sent here to investigate a series of sexual murders among the rank and file."

He glanced up with hooded eyes.

"You?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's gaze swept down the man's naked body, lingering on his boots. The contrast of black leather against crisp white sheets stirred Aryol's blood, made his straining cock pulse.

He shifted, and planted both hands so he could lean down to drag his lips across the man's thigh, lingering at the crease between leg and torso, murmuring into his skin.

"It's classified."

Aryol paused, looking up to meet the man's eyes, mouth quirking.

"Sorry. I don't mean to be an asshole. I just can't talk about it. It's a Black Ops thing."

He bent his head again, and began working his way down the stranger's thigh, tracing warmth and wetness.

"But no, that's not our business," he murmured, and let his mouth linger on the man's kneecap.

"What kind of sexual murders? Or can you not talk about it, either?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika watched him with mild, fascinated eyes, mouth slightly parted, basking in the texture of his lips, the slow, sweet poison of his touch and tongue, creating new arousal with each slip down the plane of his body.

"I can talk about it," he murmured. "At least in generalities. And at this point, there's not much else to tell."

He pushed his lips out as he moaned, slightly, roughly, and chased it with a feathery, dark laugh.

"Someone is luring handsome young men into clandestine trysts...sex acts. At which point he kills them, dismembers them, and leaves them around like cigarette butts."

He paused.

"I guess you never knew who you lie down with in a bunkhouse, do you."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol paused, looking up, meeting the man's gaze.

His eyes were impenetrable for a long moment, dark and liquid, like a well that held unknown depths.

Then he smiled, slowly.

"You know, I don't know what makes me harder, the fact that the killer could be you, or the fact that you get off on fucking with my head about it."

He bent his head again and brought his mouth down to the top of the man's boots, running his tongue over the smooth leather.

Aryol knew the man couldn't feel the touch through his skin, but it didn't matter. The mind was the most sensitive part of all.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika laughed softly, and plunged his hand into the wiry, sleek hair.

"Or it could be you, soratnik. It could be you."

His eyes enjoyed the rose-pink tip of the man's tongue, caressing the high, sleek line of his leather-clad calf on pointe.

Sensual. Obscene, what that pink blushed tone of those lips suggested to him, the want it evoked, to see another soft, silk crepe orifice, and kiss it with his own tongue.

Nika eyed the stranger's body. Young and firm and phenomenal. Touchable, kisable, fuckable...

Seemingly likable, as well.

A good arrangement. Provided this went well...

"Should I be afraid, comrade? Are you the killer of blond men?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed.

"Maybe I am," he murmured, and continued his tongue's slow and indecent journey across the rim of the man's boot, letting the salty taste of leather warm his tongue.

"Maybe I think it's funny."

His shoulders shook once, with a single light laugh.

"Maybe I know you're after me, and I want to taunt you because I think it's funny. I want you to feel vulnerable. In my power. Helpless, so I could kill you if I wanted."

Aryol's eyes went low-lidded, blissful, riding the high from his earlier orgasm, spurred by his current arousal.

"But you know, I wouldn't do it. Not now. Because I'd want you to figure it out on your own and realize later that it's me. Know that I held your life in my hands but let you keep it. That you came that close."

He laughed and moved suddenly, crawling partway up the man's body so he could throw a leg over and straddle his hips.

"Would you like that, comrade? Would it make you hard too? After you figured it out, would you fuck me anyway?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "No," said Nika, smiling slowly, shaking his head. "I have no love for sociopathic rejects of the human condition. Were I to find out you killed without remorse..."

He slid a leisurely hand down his chest, on found his own length, stroking it idly.

"I would never touch you again, unless it was to drag you before the troika."

He paused.

"However, my former comrade counterpart, back in Leningrad...he would see nothing wrong with that. He would fuck you one last time, right before he pushed a gun between your eyes and executed you."

Liadov lowered his eyes, coolly, his hand moving in slow, hard strokes.

"Or perhaps he wouldn't wait that long. Perhaps he'd shoot you while he was still inside you."

He shrugged.

"He doesn't believe in the troika."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol watched the man's face as he spoke, though the stranger gave away little emotion. Probably one of the things he'd learned in the MVD. Aryol could see how that would be useful, when dealing with criminals.

"Your friend sounds like kind of a sick fuck," Aryol said, shrugging. "Yet you don't condemn him."

He paused, and narrowed his gaze a little, studying this new lover, fresh and anonymous.

Aryol found him hard to read, even though he'd had a lot of experience with that, staring across a chessboard, weighing the expressions of men who knew how to hide emotions. They were usually older men, older than this man, and had trained themselves to display no tells of their intent.

He reached out and toyed idly with one of the man's nipples, rubbing between his fingertips, squeezing, pinching.

"Or do you?" he asked, thoughtfully, watching the nipple flush and tighten.

He lifted his gaze to the man's eyes. "I can't tell. But you mention him while we're fucking, so he must be important."

Aryol raised a brow, a smirk quirking, playing at the corner of his mouth as if biding its time, waiting to come out.

"On your mind right now, maybe?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "He's not," said Liadov, smoothly, though too swiftly.

He watched the cupid's bow of the man's mouth curve around the nub of his breast, the sensation following just after.

"He was, once. Important."

Nika paused, savoring the flick of the stranger's tongue, his lips encircling the sensitive skin.

"A little harder, if you will..." he murmured, in an undertone.

His thoughts turned to Ilarion, briefly, but couldn't linger. It was like passing your finger through a flame.

"Just because I didn't condemn his nature, doesn't mean I condoned it," he whispered, and caressed the stranger's unruly hair. "Surely you understand the law of allowances made...for love, for fraternity..."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol raised his head and turned a quiet, considering gaze on the man, regarding him, meeting his pale green eyes.

His mouth twitched, but didn't quite unfurl into a full-blown smile.

"Yeah. I understand that," he said, quietly.

He thought about Leshovik, and how he'd tolerated a lot of things, because he loved the guy. At least until his patience and tolerance had finally frayed thin enough to break.

Aryol bent his head again.

"So you loved him? Back when he was important?"

He murmured it against the hard nub of the man's pebbled flesh, then closed his teeth around the nipple, grinding softly, with just enough pressure to hurt, to make the man writhe underneath him.

Aryol let up after a few moments and brought lips and tongue to envelop the same spot, soothing the abraded skin.

Pulling back slightly, Aryol blew against the wetness, letting it cool.

"Did you fuck him like that, in handcuffs?" he asked. "Or did he fuck you that way?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov shuddered violently, slightly at the contact, but mostly at the soldier's question, the assumption that he and Isaev had been lovers.

He closed his eyes.

"I loved him," he gritted, softly. "Then."

His hand eased over the stranger's taut back, down to his ass, cupping a rounded buttock and rubbing it gently in circles.

"...I..."

Nika...let me...

"We never..."

You...a husband. To her. That woman.

Ilarion, it's nothing. It has no bearing on us.

You kiss me like a husband.

Yes.

So you know it. So you confess-

Liadov leaned in to press a trembling kiss to the young soldier's temple.

You love me, you prick. You love me so much it bleeds from your mouth.

I won't deny it.

Liadov-

...No. Not after this. Never.

"We were physically intimate once...but...never consummated."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol could feel the tension in the man's body, checked and quivering like a horse held back at the gate.

"Christ," he breathed softly, and reached out to cup his hand against the man's face. He let his fingers dig hard into the man's neck at the same time his thumb gently caressed his cheek, a touch that was at once both savage and tender.

"And it's killing you, isn't it?"

Aryol searched the man's eyes with relentless flint, striking, sparking.

He shivered at the intensity and depth of the gaze that burned against his in turn.

"God, you wanted it. Wanted him. I can feel it in your body."

Letting his hand slip down, Aryol encircled the man's throat. He could feel the man's racing pulse thrum against his fingertips, vital and reckless.

It make Aryol quiver himself, spine arching with arousal, his nipples taut and cock seeping.

He stroked his thumb against the man's pulse.

"What did you want him to do?" he whispered.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov pushed him back, alarmed by the sudden passion that seemed to flare behind those dark eyes.

He set his boot against the young soldier's chest swiftly, checking his approach.

His lips wavered, and his throat clicked dryly.

"Stoi," he demanded, his voice hardened, calcified cold, honed to the MVD edge, automatically.

He paused, lowering his eyes.

"...You will have mercy," he snarled, softly. "With me."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol drew in a sharp, startled breath, both at the man's sudden lithe motion and the brittleness in his voice.

He eyed the boot planted against his chest with a dark and uncertain gaze for a few moments, then he lowered his regard, contritely.

"Izviniti," he murmured, and curled a careful arm around the leather girding the man's ankle.

Aryol arched his head to place a kiss on the side of the man's boot.

"I'm sorry, comrade. I was disrespectful. They trained me to go for the kill. It's an instinct."

He raised his eyes, and met the man's gaze again.

"One I can check. I'll show you the mercy you're due. And more."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "I apologize," Liadov said, quietly, recovering his former composure.

The snow swirled outside, kissing the glass.

His eyes felt it, the same intangible way his skin tingled beneath the caress of the young soldier's lips against the leather.

"I was startled, I think," he mused. "At how...you seemed to know...the nature of my need."

A soft, shuddering breath escaped him.

"You asked what I wanted him to do..." he said. "The truth is, I don't know."

He paused.

"We're utterly equal, wholly matched, entirely unyielding. He's relentless force, I'm immovable resistance."

His eyes lowered, lashed sweeping hard against his cheeks.

"The one night we brought each other to orgasm, comrade, it was like...water trying to re-establish it's mirror. We frotted off, slow and hard, and neither could efface or effect the other. We were forced to become one."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol frowned hard, troubled.

Gently, he stroked the man's booted ankle, reassuring and caressing.

"And now you're apart," he said softly, and let his hand skim up the boot to rub the man's leg, the gesture conciliatory.

He traced the underside of the boot, along the muscular calf.

"That's why it hurts so much."

Aryol bowed his head again, thoughtful now, considering, weighing what the man had told him about his lost lover. It didn't sound like the sort of partnership he and Leshovik shared. This was deeper. More intimate. Messier, in its own way.

He let out a slow, even breath.

"And you're not whole anymore. I'm sorry, comrade."

Aryol shook his head, and raised his eyes to the man's.

"I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't mean to be so cruel. I just thought I could give you something that maybe someone else would be unwilling to do."

He shrugged a little, and offered a small smile, tipped with wryness, and a bit of regret.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "No, comrade," Liadov said, hastily, leaning forward. "You're not cruel. It's just that I haven't spoken of him to anyone since we parted ways- and in this last week, I seem to have unlatched my lip not once, but three times."

His gaze darkened.

"He's the bad in me," he said, solemnly, "and I must erase him, daily."

He paused, tracing his fingers slowly along the soldier's mouth, leaning close.

"We can do anything. Anything you want. I have no expectations but immolation. I don't want to think of anyone but you, stranger."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's smile eased, turned brighter and warmer, and he reached up to grasp the man's hand in his.

Slowly, he kissed the fingertips that caressed his mouth, brushing his lips across the palm, following the faint creases of destiny and life with his tongue.

He took his time with it, made it both tender and obscene, dragging his lips down to the soft skin of the man's wrist, kissing it openedmouthed, unrestrained and hungry.

A tremor shivered through him when he finally pulled his lips away.

His breathing came even, but quickened, his arousal heightened now. Aryol ached with reined-in wanting, with conscious need, and his cock wept against the man's thigh.

"That's nice," he murmured. "I like that you want to think about me."

It didn't happen very often, Aryol knew now, so he thought he should enjoy this to its fullest.

He reached down between them, and closed his hand around the man's cock, weighing it, testing its firmness and length.

"Can you take me again?" he murmured, bringing his lips back to the man's wrist, devouring it slowly, breath trembling against the thrumming pulse.

"Mark me?"

He didn't add, as yours, because it was too loaded an expectation to put upon a stranger, especially this stranger, who had his own complications.

Lynx had claimed him, and only a few days ago, but it felt like that mark had faded, leaving only Leshovik's lingering imprint, which was what he wanted to efface, if only for the evening.

He shivered, and closed his eyes, lashes long and dark against his cheeks, brow furrowed.

His lips were feverish as he whispered into the man's skin.

"Come inside me. Fill me with your seed."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika nodded, closing his eyes.

"Da, I can do that. But...I want you on your back. On the table," he whispered, harshly.

He gestured toward the writing desk in the corner.

"Over there. Do you see?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol turned his head to look, brows lifting, one corner of his mouth quirking up as he studied the desk. Its surface would accommodate him laying on it, and the desk itself looked sturdy enough to bear their combined weight.

It was an unusual request, but not the most unusual that he'd ever gotten. Kinky, but not hopelessly depraved.

He nodded, lips twitching into a grin.

"All right."

He leaned forward to kiss the man's lips fleetingly but sweetly before he pulled back and rolled off the bed.

Aryol moved to the desk, planting his arms and leaning backward on it to lever himself up. He lay back then, sprawling, reaching in front of him to curl a hand around his cock to stroke himself idly, throwing the other arm behind his head.

His legs, he spread akimbo, draping them hedonistically across the desk.

Something about being on display like this fired his blood and turned his spine as supple as a cat's.

Aryol arched, writhing, wanting.

"Christ. This was a good idea," he muttered through gritted teeth, turning his head to shoot the man an intense and hungry look.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Tell me about it," Nika murmured, coolly, carefully tempered fever in his eyes. He rose and opened his briefcase, drawing out four neatly wrapped lengths of velvet cord.

They were the ties from the drapes at the Leningrad hotel where he and Isaev had spent many a White Night.

He approached the young soldier, smiling slightly, boots creaking at the flex of his calves.

"Flip over."

The stranger did, with a slight smile, and a lazy responsiveness

Dark eyes watched him, but made no protest as he knelt, wrapping the velvet rope around one ankle, fastening it halfway down the narrow table leg. Tying it off with a practiced flourish and swiftly moving to the other.

Now he was half-lashed down to the tabletop, with only his arms remaining.

Nika stood, strolling around behind his head, stroking a hand down his arm and binding his wrist to the third table leg, then the remaining arm to the last.

Now the stranger was laid out before him, as if on a rack, exposed and vulnerable.

Nika returned to his place between the man's spread and tied thighs and lifted one leg onto the table, setting his boot flat on the wood, so that he was straddling the soldier's exposed ass, like a conquering pirate, letting the hard length of his cock tease the unguarded furl, the heavy warmth of his sacs grazing the sensitive cleft.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol shuddered.

He strained at the bonds, which were sure and snug, though not painful. The stranger had tied them with an easy efficiency, as if he had much practice at such things.

Aryol had the feeling the man's skill did not come from his MVD training alone.

"Do you always do this?" he murmured, arching as he felt the man's intimate, carnal touch. Aryol's body was hungry for it, wanting the man to fill him, aching with the need to take the man inside, hold him in his deepest, innermost embrace.

The man had produced the thick cords to bind his limbs readily, as if he always had them on hand, just in case.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes dark and drowsy with anticipation. His breath came quicker, harder.

"Tie your lovers up like this, I mean...every time?" he asked, breathlessly.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Not always," Nika breathed, producing the small metal tube of lubricant, that reminded him artists' oils. "Sometimes they tie me up. Down. It doesn't matter."

He applied it to his hands thickly, warming the clear petroleum, stroking it over his own length, and then laying his palms into the V of the soldier's cleft, massaging the slickness all over the sensitive flesh.

He leaned in, slowly rubbing his stiff, slicked prick over the soldier's flank, and into the cleft.

"You have a great ass, stranger. Can you feel my cock sliding between your buttocks? Against your..."

Instead of saying the crude word, he pressed the glans against the entrance, pointedly.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol grunted, turning his head back around, shivering as he felt the man's slickened cock push against his hungry, puckered flesh.

"I can feel you," he breathed. "God, you're hard."

He strained again, testing the bonds, which held him as tightly as the arms of a lover.

Aryol shuddered.

"Push in. Take me. I want you."

There was something about having the man at his back that was far from being impersonal. He couldn't say why, but somehow the building anticipation, not being able to see what the man did, only feel his touch, made the experience more intimate.

He arched as far as he could, body quivering, testing the strictures of wood and velvet and flesh.

"Make me yours," he whispered, and closed his eyes.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika raised his eyebrows.

"Careful what you wish for," he breathed, in a hiss, flattening his hips and pushing in, a clean, single thrust that hitched halfway in, slightly, at the curve of the body, and he adjusted, the stranger adjusted, by instinct and he drove past the hitch, holstering deep, sheathed hard inside the man who lay restrained before him.

"Da," he shuddered. "That's it baby, just like that."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol drew in a short, sharp breath, trembling at the flood of pure, distilled ecstasy that shot through him.

The goading words and rough endearment, the hard and heavy cock, the weight of the man pressed into him; sensation shot straight from his core to his head like hard liquor, left him reeling and craving more.

This was more raw than what they'd done outside half-clothed and struggling in the dark. This was deeper and more exposed, like their bare and naked bodies.

"Christ, you feel good," he bit out, quivering, feeling sweat start to bead on his skin, turning it slick, musky, heady like a fine wine.

The man's cock stretched him, iron hard and demanding of his attention. He shifted, pivoting his hips down and tightening his muscles, bearing down, demanding in turn.

"Crescendo," he murmured.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika's eyes rolled back in his head as he began to fuck the stranger, pinnioned beneath the forward mount of his thigh, and the leg he stood on.

He ran his hands over flank and back, feeling the gathering slickness, dewy perspiration, both from arousal and apprehension. Feeling the willful constriction of the man's body, working him back, making him moan.

Already the indecent, top-heavy feeling was welling below his belly, and he was cresting up and up.

"I like to think of you," he intoned. "Flush with my cock, filled with my semen. I already fucked you once. I was already inside you- and now, I'm up inside you again."

He cursed, softly.

"And it's good, comrade. It's fucking good."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "You feel good there," Aryol breathed, arching hard and holding it like a caress, emphasizing his point.

The pressure of the man's body pushed his hips into the writing desk, ground his cock into the wood like a cigarette butt being rubbed out, excruciating euphoria.

"It wasn't long ago that you were just here," he murmured, arching tightly for emphasis.

"Right here in me. You left your mark, comrade. I can still feel it inside me. Leave it again. Burn it like acid."

Within the small leeway he had, Aryol moved, shifting and driving, relentless and ruthless.

Reckless, too, riding the sweet rush of endorphins, wanting it to never end, his bound limbs only enhancing the crest.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, moving, tightening. "Don't hold back."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov took him at his word, slowly breaking into faster motion, feeling the growing gratification.

His thrusts grew harder, drove deeper, pummeling, punishing, and the flat of his hips slapped downward against the soldier's firm buttocks with an obscene smacking, the reliable and ecstatic collison of flesh.

It was an erotic sound, and it spurred him higher, as unpretty words fell from his lips and stained the ears of his strange new lover.

It was violent, ruthless, kinetic. He felt himself brushing the core, felt the pulsing hold of his host, gripped his shoulder and fucked him unrelenting.

Knowing that no matter how intense it became, the soldier had no way to pull back, but could only endure everything, no matter how painful or intense the pleasure of pressure and friction that dragged him, inexorably, toward orgasm.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol felt the man uncoil like a freed spring, loosened to move and push without restriction, unrestrained. The energy between them caught and held him like a sustained kiss, stealing his breath, lighting his soul.

He knew how to take this sort of fucking from Leshovik, the unrelenting pounding and fever pitch. But even as he gave himself over to it, riding the man like a unbroken stallion, knowing not to fight the pace but rather, to embrace it, Aryol could tell this was different than what Leshovik did.

The hand braced on his shoulder was strangely intimate, the formless cursing like endearments. There was less anger and more deprivation. More aching vulnerability than resentment.

Aryol knew that not many people could take it like this, give the man this exact sort of pleasure, and he felt deeply gratified to do it, sensing the man's need.

Heat rose and enveloped him, sweeping him along like a wave. Aryol's vision turned dark at the edges, and no words or thoughts left him, only primal gasping cries.

He was beyond inhibition of any kind, instead giving himself fully to this man. Somehow his bindings, the restriction of movement, freed him in other ways.

They were beings of muscle and sweat, hard friction and heat. Aryol's cock was hard as steel, and struck sparks at every unrestrained thrust that drove it against the table, battering again and again.

Motion spiked up, sharpened, then tore itself from him, and he came hard, violent and messy, his orgasm punctuated by a raw cry.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov barked out a short cry of triumph, losing his breath at the seizure of the man's body around him, throwing his head back.

He vaguely felt his hair kiss his shoulderblades, felt the rippling and ripping from within, of orgasm, of ecstasy voiced, and he hissed deeply, spattering hot liquid from the head of his rampaging cock, ensconced like a sword in the depths of his anonymous lover.

"Yes, yes, my god. My god..." he murmured. "That was beautiful, comrade. How can you take it? Did I hurt you?"

He was breathless, still shifting involuntarily at the aftershocks.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol knew only blackness for a few moments, even as his body shook and his breath rattled. Slowly, his vision returned, tendrils of color and shape seeping back to him, but he could spare only the wind for a single shaky laugh.

"No...it was good," he said between gasps, his shoulders vibrating, body racked by shivers, trembling and vulnerable.

"Christ, it was better than good. I think I passed out. Oh god, no one's ever done that to me before."

Aryol closed his eyes and laughed again, drunk and flush with afterglow. "God, that was new."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika wasted no time, but pulled back, slipping out with a shudder. He untied the soldier's wrists and ankles quickly and gathered him up, urging him off the table and into his attentive arms, drawing him toward the bed.

"Come on, comrade. Let's lie down, now. It was a little much. You need a moment."

As an afterthought he stroked the soldier's hair back slightly from his brow and pressed a chaste, openmouthed kiss to his temple.

"Come on to bed now."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "Okay," Aryol murmured, heady, already drowsy. He was nearly boneless and weak as a kitten. If not for the man's help, he could not have made it to the bed.

He collapsed gratefully into his lover's embrace.

Aryol pressed himself close, tucking himself against the man like he could crawl in, head pillowed against his chest, arm held close around his side, leg thrown between parted thighs.

He placed a sweet kiss on the man's burning, slickened chest.

"That was great," he breathed, softly. "You know how to fuck like a man."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "You take it like one," Nika murmured, letting the young soldier's head rest on his chest, feeling his heart sound beneath the inky waves and burls of the stranger's unruly hair.

"...You can only fuck a man as a man," he mused, a moment later, and reached for the bedside lamp, clicking it off and leaving them in warm, comforting darkness. "Why else would you choose to fuck a man, if not for his masculinity?"

He hesitated, putting his arms behind his head, letting himself relax with the sweet, damp scent of lust in his nostrils, and the brush of unknown skin against his own.

"That was just what I needed. Who says interdepartmental favors are rare and unreliable?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed, and nuzzled against the man's chest with the affection and familiarity one afforded a lover. The man was a lover now, he thought, in spite of not even knowing his name. That part was interesting, the anonymity, especially now, after they'd kissed and fucked and come together, knew each other as men did.

"That was what I needed too," he breathed. "Thank you."

Aryol settled and breathed out a soft sigh.

Already he felt his eyes drifting shut, his muscles slackening, body naturally succumbing to post-coital slumber.

"I'll be here when you wake up," Aryol promised, his voice thick and full of honeyed dusk.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov murmured lightly, an assent.

"I love waking up to a stranger," he said. "It makes me feel the full impact of my decadence."

Perhaps this young mercenary wasn't a stranger now, not exactly, but Nika had no better term in mind.

"To a soft and awkward morning," he toasted, vaguely, smiling down at the dark head.

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