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I wake up to the smell of sex, and that always makes for a good morning.

I'm naked, sore, and sticky, pressed warm and drowsy against my lover, in no particular hurry to get out of bed. He's still asleep.

Last night was...wow. Pretty depraved. Not that I'm complaining. I mean it in the very best way possible.

My lover, this MVD man...he's a lot of fun. It's really nice to be with someone who is as kinky as I am without being too kinky, if you know what I mean. I've been with men who were a little extreme, even for me.

I'm not proud of some of those things I did, but that's behind me now.

Leshovik is...well, more traditional, I guess. He likes the same three things, and that's pretty much all we do. Not that I've seen much of him lately. At first I thought he was busy, but now...I think he's avoiding me.

I guess I'm not all that important now that he's getting regular sex from someone else.

...

Well, I have someone else now too.

It's becoming a regular thing, me and the MVD major. I like that. I could get used to it. It's fun, getting to know each other better at the same time there are things we don't know at all.

I feel like we're becoming like brothers - kind of the way Lynx and Leshovik are like brothers. That's kind of nice.

We had an interesting detour last night.

When I got to his room, my MVD friend already had company and I, well, crashed the party. Turns out I already knew his company.

In fact, I'm kind of related to him.

That's why what happened next was so depraved.

Maybe next time...well, I don't know if there'll be a next time.

Hey, but you never know, right?

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol gave the rope a tug, checking the tension one last time. Solid, not that he'd expected otherwise, but it was good to be careful.

He smirked.

Not that rappelling down the side of the main wing in the middle of the night was particularly being careful, per se, but Leshovik was right: it was too easy to avoid the guards.

Clad in his urban camo and balaclava, he'd climbed up the side of the building, crossed the roof, then set up his gear to rappel down the opposite side.

It was all a little elaborate when it he could have just walked through the main door, but that wasn't the point.

He checked once more for guards, then let himself down in long swings, each jump precisely timed. He was down to the target's window in only a matter of seconds.

Aryol checked the window. Not locked. But then, who would lock their window, above ground floor? Who would expect someone to come in?

He peered inside, and paused.

Two people sat on the bed, drinking, backs conveniently turned. One, he recognized as the one he'd come for, but the other...dark hair.

Part of him wanted to watch a little longer, assess the situation. But sooner or later, he would be seen, he knew, if he remained clinging to the wall outside the MVD major's room.

He'd find out what was going on when he got inside, he decided with a grin.

Aryol opened the window, and slipped in, noiselessly, though he brought a rush of cold air in with him. They'd notice in a few seconds, so he acted while he still had the element of surprise.

Moving forward with quick strides, he jumped onto the bed and grabbed the MVD major from behind, wrapping one arm around his neck, wrapping the other around his waist.

"Got you," he hissed against his lover's ear.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov went rigid, but even now, he was a little less than favorable, and his muscles responded at a leisurely pace.

Because of the lag, he realized who it was and pushed his heart out of his mouth, back down where it belonged.

"God dammit," he muttered. "You spilled my cognac, khokolka."

Then he turned and locked his arm roughly around the interloper's balaclavaed head, decorum lost in the pleasant haze of drink.

"Think you can fuck with the Ministry."

Things devolved rapidly into undignified grappling.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Even drunk, Kassian had known something was wrong, a sixth sense that pricked at the back of his neck like cold air, but even then, he was still sitting there when the weight on the bed shifted abruptly and there was a dark shape in his peripheral vision, an intruder, wrestling with Liadov -

Kassian scrambled up and off the bed, holding the bottle of Slilvo like a weapon, intending to bring it down on the intruder's head but then...

No, he realized.

Not that kind of wrestling.

He stared dumbly for a few moments, trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing, knowing it intellectually, though his survival instinct still thrummed through him with a rush of blood and adrenaline.

Kassian blinked.

No, that was definitely what it looked like. Kissing. Groping.

He lowered the bottle, and wondered if they intended to go for it right there on the bed, irregardless of his company.

If he hadn't been so drunk, Kassian would have looked away, averted his eyes politely, but now all he could do was stare in horrified fascination.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "No...fair," panted Nika, pushing the assailant back and pinching him hard on the nipple. "...Grabbing my junk."

His hair was dishevelled and his eyes wild.

He attempted to resist, but the prick was tackling him again, mashing scarcely bared lips against his.

He gave up. Gave in, and kissed his mysterious friend, who apparently seemed to like making an entrance.

That seemed to satisfy him somewhat, and some of the soldier's vigor flagged, into casual laziness.

Liadov slapped him lightly on his balaclavaed face, giving him a wry-browed look.

"I have company, solnysh," he drawled, reproachfully.

His voice held a note of amused tolerance.

He grasped the soldier's face between his fingers and turned it to look at Kassian.

"Do you see?"

Then he crushed a vicious kiss on him and let him go, shoving his face back.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed at that, a low chuckle, and let his lover go, both mollified and intrigued.

Kasya. So the MVD major knew Kasya. Captain Irinarhov. His father. Aryol wondered if that meant they were fucking, or just friends, but either way, it was interesting.

They'd been drinking together, so at least good comrades.

He flopped back on the bed, tucking his hands behind his head, lounging, lithe and athletic. Grinning insouciantly, laughing to himself.

Aryol liked the irony, he liked the way Kasya stared wide-eyed, he liked the major's breathless indulgence. It made him feel good, sensual and hedonistic.

Idly, he wondered at the chances of a threesome. It was all right, to do that with your father, wasn't it? Not like the babies could be born wrong.

He met his MVD lover's gaze, his own simmering with backburnered passion.

"Don't mind me," he murmured, keeping his voice purposefully low and dusky.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "I don't mind you," Liadov returned, idly, smirking in the unknown soldier's direction.

He watched the soldier, lounging on his bed like he owned it. Like one of Nina's siamese- a self-satisfied beast who had been taken in and wasted no time finding a place to his liking.

Nika's lips parted, hesitantly, brow aloft, amused.

"Kassian Dmitrivich, on the other hand...seems like he might be about to brain you with that slivo, malchik. So you should show him some manners. Say hello to the nice man."

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "Hello," the intruder told him, and in spite of everything, Kassian found himself nodding back politely.

"Hello," he said, as if being introduced to a normal person, not a mysterious balaclavaed prowler who stole nothing more than kisses.

It was surreal, but after a few moments he found himself shrugging off the shock and starting to think again, wondering where the hell the man had come from.

He remembered that he hadn't checked the lavatory upon entering, and wondered if the intruder had been hiding there this whole time, but when he looked across the room he saw that the window was half-open.

Kassian frowned and walked over to it, leaning his head out in the cold air. Sure enough, a rope hung down from above. The intruder must have climbed down from the roof and slipped in.

From across the room, he heard the intruder laugh.

He tugged on the rope, which felt solidly anchored, and probably wasn't obvious from below. It didn't do much to comfort him that the base was all that secure.

He eased back and closed the window, and after a second thought, locked it.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol watched Kasya over by the window, and laughed to himself, but finally pushed himself up again.

He moved across the bed to the operativnik, embracing him from behind, wrapping his arms across the man's chest and pressing himself close.

"Hi," he whispered, into the MVD major's ear.

He rubbed one hand in a slow, sensual circle over his chest.

"Is that your friend?" he asked, and leaned close to lick the major's ear.

"Or were you going to fuck him?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov smiled slowly, leaning back, idle and almost reclining in the man's embrace.

"That's my friend," he drawled, tilting his chin up, letting his tousled cloud of hair spill back against the soldier's chest like billows of sunlight crumpled against a wall.

"I tried to fuck him once," he mused, indolently. "He wouldn't go for it. Funny, he seems committed to the monogamous, quiet Spetsnaz way of soldierly bondage."

His lip twitched.

"No, not that kind of bondage," he added, swiftly.

His hand toyed idly with the soldier's dog tags, twisting them around his fist, slowly.

Tighter, and looser.

Noose and release. Just a gentle press. A caress.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol chuckled.

His eyes went half-lidded as the man played with his dog tags, and he made a low, murmured noise of pleasure against his ear.

The motion was lazy, but yet still purposeful and incredibly possessive. Aryol liked the way it felt.

One of his hands slid down the man's chest slowly, skimming down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants.

Aryol did not hesitate, but pushed his hand underneath the man's waistband, pressing against him, working his hand downward.

"Hmm," he murmured. "Do you still want to? Think you can change his mind?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov snorted lightly, amused.

"Sounds to me like you want to fuck him," he said.

He gestured vaguely.

"He's a paragon of restraint, however...and I've already promised never to lay a hand on his hide, ever again."

Nika released the chain around the man's neck with a flourish.

"Have at."

His head lolled, languidly.

"But unless you tie him down to that chair, I don't see him sticking around, comrade."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "Do you want me to tie him down to that chair?"

He murmured a laugh against the MVD major's ear.

"Maybe he'd like to watch us."

Kasya had turned from the window, and was watching them, almost warily, Aryol thought.

As he should.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov laughed dubiously and looked up, watching Irinarhov, whose expression was somewhere fathomless. But alert and unquiet.

Not exactly alarmed, but somewhere on the spectrum of being less than at ease.

"Captain," he inquired politely, "would you like to watch us?"

He amused himself greatly by asking, but did so only as a lark.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian frowned.

"Watch you do wha - "

He broke off as a sudden, sharp knowledge of exactly what Liadov meant came to him.

Kassian felt his face flush.

"Ah...thank you, but I really should be going," he said, quickly. "Andrei must be wondering what's taking so long, and..."

He trailed off, gesturing vaguely.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: The look on Kasya's face was pure shock and horror, and his cheeks flushed dark, like a kid or something. It almost made Aryol laugh, but he kind of felt bad, too.

"No," he said immediately, and held up a hand.

He tightened his grip around the MVD major.

"I thought you two were up to something in here," he murmured, teasing, but then laughed. "If you're really talking, then I'll go. I'll wait for you back in my room, all right?"

He squeezed his fingers lightly into the major's crotch.

"I'll be naked and hungry, so don't get too drunk, okay? I want you to fuck me thoroughly."

Aryol craned his head forward so he could catch the major's mouth in a slow, deep, kiss.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov parted his lips obligingly and grasped the back of the soldier's head, arching unsubtly into his hand.

Kasya could suffer the indignity. It got his prick really hard.

He smiled vaguely. Slightly apologetically.

"If I weren't so sure he'd hate me in the morning, I'd tie him down myself."

He glanced at Irinarhov.

"It's not a crime to watch, after all."

His laugh was soft and dark like velvet.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "I really should be - " Kassian started, but broke off.

Liadov's anonymous lover was stroking the MENT intimately, without shame or inhibition, as if having an audience made it somehow more arousing.

It made Kassian think about the spring, when Vitya and Lynx had come upon him and Isaev in the throes of passion. He'd found it more discomforting and embarrassing to know other eyes were upon him during his most private moment.

He hesitated.

It was rude, just to leave without saying goodbye, he thought, but at the same time, they seemed a little...occupied, and Kassian didn't think he wanted to watch that, though it was somehow hard to look away.

"I should..." he muttered, but got no further.

Kassian's eyes widened as Liadov's lover began to undo the major's belt, and open the fastenings of his pants.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "You should sit down," said Liadov, coolly.

He was using his MVD voice, now, polished and modulated, and utterly at odds with the hands that were unbuttoning his sharp grey jodhpurs.

"Sit down on that chair, comrade. Countryman. If you know what's good for you."

He smiled idly.

"You know," he said. "I promised I wouldn't touch you. But I don't believe my friend here ever made any such vow."

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "You're insane," Kassian muttered, staring.

His jaw set, stubbornly.

"I am not sitting down."

He didn't know why that particular point was so important, but somehow it was. To retain some shred of - well, he couldn't quite call it dignity, but it was something important - during this whole spectacle.

Kassian took a drink of slilvo and folded his arms.

He definitely needed to be a little drunker for this.

He shook his head.

"I'll watch if it's so important to you, Major, but I'll do it standing up."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov burst into a peal of aesthetic laughter.

He'd always been told he had a pleasing laugh. That he should do it more often. Lasha always said that, regarding Nika in his intent, attentive way.

"Listen to the fox," he intoned. "He'll do us a favor and watch us fuck."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed, and kissed the operativnik's neck, openmouthed and sensuous, utterly pleased at Kasya's grudging interest.

Carefully, he reached inside the major's pants, and found his stiffened cock, gently pulling it out.

It lay hot and heavy against his palm, pulsing like a hungry snake.

Kaysa's eyes flicked downward, and Aryol shivered.

"Spread your legs," he whispered to the MVD major. "Spread them wide, so he can see you."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika smiled and leaned back, slowly drawing one booted leg up onto the bed, letting the other sprawl on the ground, lazed on its heel.

"Khorosho?" he inquired, politely.

He reached up to caress the soldier's chest in a sweeping, slow motion with the flat of his palm, taking care to brush the stiffened nipples.

"Going to keep your identity a secret, are you?"

It was almost a joke. They were both privy to the irony.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol made an appreciative noise.

He ran his hand down the man's prick with a long, slow stroke.

"It's more interesting this way," he murmured to the operativnik, low and quiet in his ear. "Maybe he'll always wonder, every time he passes someone in the hall or sits down at mess."

He laughed, softly.

"Or maybe I'll pay random soldiers to pinch his ass and really fuck with his brain."

Aryol began stroking his lover more in earnest now, but slowly, so Kasya could see exactly what he was doing. He let his fingertips linger at the glans, dipped them in the first drops of fluid that he coaxed out. He stroked down the shaft and cupped the man's balls, massaging them in his palm.

He nuzzled the MVD's major's neck.

"What should we show him? Do you want to come in my hand, or in my ass?" he whispered.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "I don't know," Liadov murmured, tilting his head. "But I think this would be wasted in your hand."

He turned his gaze on Kasya, inflamed by lust and sweetened by cognac, pale green, languorous and hedonic.

"What do you think, Captain? Should I have him suck me off? Should I fuck him?"

He smiled darkly.

"Should I suck him off?"

He was slowly unbinding the soldier's belt and fly as he spoke, deliberate in his motions.

"You have only to ask. And no one will ever know."

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian's eyes sparked like flint.

"Oh, they'll know about this, you sick fuck," he growled.

He raised the bottle and took a long swallow, let the harshness of the alcohol burn straight down to his gut. He was already warm and tingling, but distantly aroused.

It stirred a reaction in him because it was sex, he told himself. Any healthy man would respond to it, though it reminded him more of a handjob in the dark.

Still, there was a tenderness between them that he kept noticing. The way Liadov's balaclavaed lover nuzzled his neck, the way Liadov touched the man's chest, let his fingers linger at the nipple.

He scowled.

"Your idea," Kassian said, glowering. "You need to choose. If you don't know what to do with your lover, I can't help you."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov laughed.

"That was funny," he intoned, biting his lip, letting his eyes slide closed, open, closed again. "I didn't mark you out for a man with a sense of humor."

The hand on his cock, the mouth at his neck. All of it stirred him unspeakably.

Yes, it was funny, but not as funny as Irinarhov's empty threats.

"Just what are you going to tell them? That you stayed and watched the MVD have a torrid rose-stemming session with a masked intruder?"

That really sounded good.

"And you were chugging slivo like mother's milk at the time, comrade?"

He smiled, shaking his head and drawing the soldier's pants down his thighs. The man's prick was blushed slick and hard as igneous stone, levering eagerly up to offer itself to Liadov's lips, and he drew it between them with grace and reverence, laving the smooth head adoringly.

"What's the matter, surlyvich? Don't we please your furious eyes? I can't help but think it must be rather aesthetic. Although to be honest, you're missing half the picture. He's quite an Adonis. Maybe more to your taste..."

He raised his gaze slowly, looking Irinarhov over, stance struck and hand gripping the bottle like a weapon.

"You obviously didn't find me appealing. But perhaps..."

His hands curved around the soldier's thighs and drew his fatigues down, exposing his buttocks.

Nika gripped them with his fingers and swallowed the thrust of his cock, deeply and completely, until his lips kissed the base of the shaft.

Soft hair brushed soft skin and he moaned, blissfully, letting his eyes gaze heavenward like a painted saint.

He pulled back, relishing the response of the other man's body, keening to his mouth's caress.

"You know, Irinarhov...no one's got a gun to your head. You don't have to watch me drive my flesh deep into his, and have him slow and hard. You can leave any time."

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian let out a noise of frustration and looked up at the ceiling, teeth gritted.

"I never said there was anything wrong with you," he bit out. "It's not that and you know it."

He looked back at Liadov, gaze furious.

"Don't make it out like I turned you down because I'm some kind of elitist prick. I told you why, even though you don't agree with it, you understand where I'm coming from."

He took another drink.

Eyes narrowed, Kassian watched Liadov suck his lover.

The aesthetic wasn't bad, truth be told, with the gentle back-and-forth sway of that tawny head, and the flex of the intruder's rounded, muscular buttocks.

Though he didn't make a habit of watching other people have sex, there was something sensual about watching such reckless abandon. Neither one of them seemed self-conscious at all about it.

Exhibitionist pricks.

"Do you always do it like that?" he asked after a few moments, curious in spite of himself. "Fuck him while he's wearing the mask?"

Kassian wouldn't doubt it, given what a sick bastard Liadov was.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: The hilarity of that question overcame him, and Nika had to stop for a moment.

The soldier's soft noise of frustration was endearing, almost like boy being deprived of a favorite toy. Nika buried his grin in the soft junction of thigh and loin for a moment, inhaling musk and staunching his laughter silently.

"No," he murmured, finally, drawing back. "This is a first. The balaclava. Situational appeal, I suppose."

He paused.

"Why? Would you like him to take it off?"

Liadov smiled and resumed his attentions, at the petulant urging of the soldier's fingers against his scalp.

Letting the soft firm flesh abut and stroke across his face and neck, nuzzling wantonly before taking it between his lips again and working it hard.

His other hand sought the soldier's thigh and lifted his leg, bracing it over his shoulder and on the bed, offering an indecent vantage of his ass and the heavy testes that swung between, drawn up tight between his legs in anticipation of shooting off.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "No," Kassian said, urgently. "Leave it on."

That was the last thing he wanted, to actually see the man's face. It would be hard enough to look Liadov in the eye later, but he didn't want to run into his lover too. The smug bastard would probably smirk at him, and act like a prick.

He was beginning to get uncomfortably warm, watching them move together, half-clothed and wanton. Watching the dark-clad intruder fuck Liadov's mouth.

There was one good thing about it, he thought. Liadov needed to be shut up posthaste, and a cock in the mouth was a fine way to do it.

He clenched his jaw even as he found himself admiring Liadov's lover's ass. Anyone would, purely as an aesthetic of male beauty - it was muscular and full, near perfectly rounded. The guy must work out a lot, Kassian thought, but then had to shake himself.

It was getting harder to be detached as Kassian recognized the signs of impending climax.

He tipped the bottle in the air, and took a healthy swig.

The masked man shuddered, that muscular ass turning taut, then he gave a hard buck and threw his head back with a near-silent gasp, obviously enjoying himself but damn quiet about it.

Somehow that aroused Kassian more than anything else, and he felt his loins twitch.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov shrugged vaguely, in a "suit yourself" kind of way, and then gradually forgot about Irinarhov at all, as he focused on sucking off his strange and sudden lover, easing into a steady rhythm, idly stroking his own cock as he did.

When the soldier's hips tamped down and began to tremor in microquakes, he knew he'd led him to the point of no return. Nika bore down with lips and tongue, entreating his release, and he felt it moments later, hot and hard against the back of his throat, spilling onto his tongue.

He let it be swallowed, swiftly and silently as the soldier had come, and lay back, smiling cheshire-style, wiping his lip with a finger.

"I think you've suffered enough, sniper. You can leave now. I'm just going to spread this bastard's ass open and fuck him stupid."

He laughed, glancing upward slightly to catch the soldier's panting mouth in a kiss.

"Why in the world would you want to see that?"

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "I'm not a fucking pussy, you sick exhibitionist fuck," Kassian growled.

He let out a harsh breath.

"Finish it, so you can prove...whatever it is you're trying to prove."

Thank god, he thought, for the cut of the Ocelot uniform. It had already saved him from embarrassment several times when he was sporting an unfortunate erection, and it hid his stirring interest now.

He found himself wondering if they were going to take their clothes off, or fuck half-undressed. Kassian didn't know which one he'd find more...

...distracting, he told himself. Distracting.

He scowled again, his expression darkening.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "I'm not aspiring to prove anything, Captain. In fact, we can stop right now."

He smiled, coasting a hand down the inner thigh of the sated soldier, who stood radiant in post-orgasmic bliss, uncaring and uninhibited, as if he'd never had a qualm in his life, utterly unselfconscious about being so erotically exposed.

"My lover is pleased. What more does a man require?"

He shrugged, unbuttoning his cuffs with a practiced, efficient motion, then moving to his tie, which he loosed, but didn't pull off.

His eye surreptitiously sought the binds that lay innocently on the table.

Merely wide swaths of tailored drape restraint, in a sumptuous red velvet. Looking down, he always liked the contrast with his dove grey uniform, as he shoved his jodhpurs down and took another man, shuddering and growling before him.

"Are you pleased, lover?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and beginning to unbutton his coat, one-handed, slipping the holes with deft, leisurely fingers.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed at that, a low and sated chuckle.

His groin still pulsed with lingering heat, and his muscles felt perfectly warm and supple. Relaxed and ripe for a good fucking, he thought, and made an inarticulate rumble of pleasure.

He looked over at Kasya, who looked almost like a frightened, wary animal, face flushed and eyes widened, body tensed like he could bolt at any moment.

Aryol thought that was funny, that Kasya would look so nervous. He was acting like he'd never watched anyone fucking before.

He didn't bother to pull up his pants, but he didn't bother to step out of them either. Slyly, Aryol twisted to lean over to the drawer next to the bed so he could fish out the tin of lube that the major kept there. As he did so, he made sure that Kasya got a good look at his bare ass, parting his thighs as he learned forward.

Lube in hand, he turned back and started to open it, then paused and looked at the major.

"Do you think maybe he wants to help?" he asked, in a low murmur.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure what the Black Ops man meant by help, but there was nothing out of line about any of the possibilities he could envisage.

"You'd have to ask him."

He watched the soldier's brazen display, shaking his head in amusement.

"My god, but you're a first-class wanton little fuck," he murmured. "I've never met anyone so shameless. How about you, Captain?"

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian eyed Liadov's lover for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the MENT.

"Oh, I don't know," he growled. "Someone comes to mind."

He gave Liadov a pointed look.

A likeminded sensualist, Liadov had said of his lover. Kassian definitely saw it. Two of a kind, for sure. He supposed he should be glad that Liadov had found someone so compatible, but right now he could barely see past his fury.

Strangely, it reminded him of being pissed off at Vitya.

Kassian pushed that out of his mind as quickly as possible, belatedly remembering what he and Vitya did when they were pissed at each other.

"Hurry up," he snapped at them. "I'm going to see this through, but I haven't got all night."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov was beginning to lose his mildness, imperceptibly, at Irinarhov's behavior, which struck him as a little overly hubristic.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and got to his feet, walking toward the sniper with hasteless, inexorable steps.

Nika took a circuitous route, around the bed and toward him. He'd finished with the brassed buttons on his uniform jacket, and now he moved to his shirt.

"What's wrong with you, comrade?" he asked, very quietly, coming to stand inches from Irinarhov's tensed shaking body. "No one's making you stay. So get out, or shut your jaw, before I gag you and lash you to that chair."

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian's dark eyes flicked back and forth rapidly as he held Liadov's gaze, smoldering at the MENT's proximity. He took in short, hard breaths, his chest working like a bellows.

He felt a pang of sharp emotion that started as anger but then boiled over and distilled into something that felt more like shame.

It leapt and caught in his throat, and he looked away.

His shoulders sank and shuddered.

He was silent for long moments, unable to speak, then he reached out suddenly at caught either side of Liadov's face.

Kassian dragged his gaze back up to meet the cutting green of Liadov's eyes.

"I'll go," he said, fiercely. "I'll leave."

He pulled Liadov forward and leaned up to press a hard and lingering kiss to the MENT's forehead.

"I don't want it to be like this," he whispered, against Liadov's brow. "I don't want to feel this way about you."

Kassian drew in another breath, and kissed Liadov's forehead again, more tenderly this time, the sort of kiss an older brother might give a younger, provided he wasn't an Isaev.

"I'll go before I hate you," he told Liadov, quietly. "You understand that, don't you...Nika?"

He uttered the man's diminutive with particular care, as if he was uncertain how to pronounce it, in spite of its simplicity.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika paused, eyes tempering, softening.

"Don't be so fucking dramatic, Kasya."

He sighed, lowering his voice.

"This was supposed to be fun. Not threatening."

He shrugged, turning away. The kiss Kassian had pressed on his forehead burned like the mark of Cain, and he rubbed it absently, trying to devalue its sensation.

"A vicarious outlet for you, and an amusement for us. I know you don't want to betray Isaev. But you seemed like watching was...agreeing with you."

He shot a look at the sniper's crotch, in a state not entirely veiled by the cut of his jodhpurs. Pointed, brief.

"Come, stay, retreat or pray," he remarked, bloodlessly. "I don't care."

Liadov crossed to the table and fingered the restraints, lightly, shifting his attention from Irinarhov to the half-clad soldier by his bed.

He held the velvet ties up in his gloved hand, a wordless question in his eyes, which still emanated hunger and want, inexorable.

Yes or no? How do you want it tonight?

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's eyes lit up at the sight of the restraints, and he shivered in anticipation. He nodded, eagerly, then pulled off the rest of his clothing, divesting himself of jacket and tank, leaning over to unlace his boots, kicking them off, stepping out of his pants, until he stood openly and gloriously naked, save for his balaclava.

It felt sensual and wicked, to leave it on when nothing else was covered.

He stretched, luxuriating in pure hedonist sensation, locking his arms behind his head, arching upward.

"Where?" he murmured, and turned a questioning look to the table where the MVD major had restrained him that first night, but then after a moment's consideration, also looked at the bed.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "I care," Kassian said, but Liadov had already turned away.

He closed his eyes briefly, feeling the ache in his chest echo the one in his groin, both pains deep, and needing to be sated.

Kassian took in a deep breath, but it did little to clear his head.

He looked over at the door.

Impulse twitched at him, and spurred him to leave, but instead he directed his gaze away, and walked over to sit down in a chair.

He pivoted it slightly, to face the pair, eyeing Liadov's lover's full-blown nudity.

This sensualist of Liadov's had the body of a young man, smooth skin and sleek muscle and supple flexibility. Tall but not too tall, broad-shouldered and strong, with good definition. He even moved like a young man, brimming with energy.

Nothing like Isaev, but it looked nice enough.

He sat the bottle of slilvo down next to his chair.

Kassian glanced down a moment, hesitating, then spread his legs, leaning back in the chair slightly to get more comfortable.

He lifted up the hem of his jacket so he could get at his jodhpur fastenings, undoing them deliberately.

Another hesitation, and he reached inside to pull out his erection. Still hard. Still thick, and wanting. He closed his hand around it.

His gaze turned back to Liadov's, then, quiet and challenging.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika grasped the restraints in both hands and snapped them with a soft clap, like a razor strop.

He drew up close to the soldier, almost pressing their bodies together, and craned his head in to touch his mouth to the other man's, kissing him with lingering and tender passion, his hand crept up, unwittingly, to cage the softly squared jaw.

"Humor me, Dark Eyes," he crooned, drawing back.

His eyes shifted, coolly assessing. Then he raised his chin, his tone decisive.

"That chair. Face it and straddle the seat."

He ran the velvet through his fingers gently.

"Hands on the back," he ground out, in a low voice.

Nika was aware of Irinarhov, but kept his gaze averted for the moment, unwilling to break the fourth wall anymore.

If he wanted a performance, he would have it. Liadov would enjoy it, and he would make sure his soldier comrade did as well.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol flashed a grin, but raised his chin and played along, dark gaze bold and focused.

He swung his leg over the chair and straddled the seat sensually, aware of his nudity and the thrill it gave him to be open like this, legs spread and arms planted on the chairback, at the same time he knew he was going to be restrained.

It was an exquisite combination, like a sweet-bitter tang on his tongue.

He arched, body still loose and supple with the warmth of his earlier orgasm, and waited silently for his lover to bind him.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika whipped the drapery cords around the soldier's wrists and tied them off, the motion deft and hard.

It was a skill that came easily now, after subduing men in interrogations. Roping them in place. Sharply and cleanly bending them to his will.

He paused to run his hands down the soldier's body on either side of his spine, from shoulders to flank, slowly, firmly, like stroking a thoroughbred's flesh. Feeling the responsiveness, the arch into his palms' embrace.

He knelt, slowly, running his hands down the strong thighs, which flared outward at his caress, and down to the ankles, which he lashed to the front chair legs with merciless stricture.

Now his handsome comrade was spread, exposed. He admired his handiwork, the beauty of the body in expectation and sensual repose, limned against the low lamplight in silhouette.

Nika ripped his zipper fully open in a single motion, the sound soft but arresting in the silence.

He let his cock jut upward, exposed, and shirt undone, but left his uniform intact for now.

Liadov exhaled, apppreciatively, setting his cap on his hair once more before strolling over to pick up the petroleum tin the soldier had set on the night stand.

He leaned in, whispering against the soldier's neck, audibly.

"Lips....or fingertips?"

He would probably get both, but it was only polite to ask.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol arched his neck as he felt warm breath against his skin.

He turned his gaze to the side to regard the major, taking in the contrast of his appearance, half civilized and nearly-dressed, but still barbaric; MVD cap on his head, uniform on, but split open by the unsubtle arch of his naked prick.

Aryol stretched again, testing his bonds, shivering as they pulled tight. He hadn't known how arousing it could be, to be bound this way. Held in place with only more minute reactions possible.

His lips pulled back into a smile, and he lowered his gaze almost demurely.

"Both," he murmured, a low pleased rumble, right then wanting everything.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Anything for you," drawled Nika, against skin that was too satin for a soldier. Too young to have seem other mens' bloodshed.

He licked the side of the man's neck on pointe of tongue, and curved around his body, easing down it like a glove, letting his cock drag gently down his bare back and through the cleft of his ass, as Liadov slid down the surface of him and crouched on his boot-heels with a creak of leather.

His hands massaged the smooth contours of the soldier's ass, and he leaned in without hesitation, tracing a line with his tongue, from the base of the sacrum down between the cleft, and to the frilled, demure skin of the shy afedron.

There he lingered, gently laving, first with flickering strokes, and then gradually grinding into the sensitive flesh with growing vigor.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol's hands clenched on the back of the chair, and he gasped, convulsing.

The sensation of the slick, smooth tongue probing into his opening was exquisite, utterly disarming.

Like before, when Lynx had introduced him to the experience, Aryol found it to be shiver-inducing and breath-stealing, something wholly unlike what he'd known before. It was intimacy on his deepest, most personal level.

He responded by arching his hips as wide as he could, to give his lover access, and leaned forward, gripping the chair tightly.

Aryol had learned to be silent a long time ago, but now he gasped and moaned with the pressure of the MVD major's tongue.

"Yes," he breathed softly, writhing. "Oh - yes, like that."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika obliged with obscene pleasure, leaning into the act, fucking the soldier's ass hungrily with his tongue, curling it delicately inside him and playing with the boundaries of the tight entry.

His hand crept beneath to cup and squeeze the sensitive pouch of the soldier's testes, feeling their heat and weight.

Beneath his work he could feel his upthrust cock twitch in response, and lubricate itself in anticipation. Fluid beaded at the tip like seed pearl, glossy and gossamer.

Liadov gave himself over to hedonism once more, and let himself unbind the only way he could. A physical release, steeped in pheromones and the exquisite pleasure of need deferred and then granted at last.

Irinarhov had probably run out screaming silently by now, clutching the stock of his Mosin-nagant to his chest like his own child.

No matter. This was all.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian's mouth gaped open, and the hand on his dick stilled. He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, not through his alcohol-tipped haze.

But to see Liadov eagerly tongue-fuck his lover's ass spun Kassian's world a little, made him stare so hard he saw double.

He'd never seen such a wholly indecent act performed with such enthusiasm.

And yet there they were, Liadov and his lover, each man straining, one giving, one receiving, but both utterly focused on their gratification.

Kassian's cock bloomed rock hard with sudden vehemence, aching in a primal way it hadn't been before.

He wasn't sure why he'd stayed - to acquiesce to Liadov, to ease the sting of his earlier rejection, to prove some kind of point - but those things dropped away and didn't matter as he began to stroke himself more in earnest. Now it was simply about pleasure.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Heat lanced through Aryol, building to a rising pitch. His body swayed and trembled, only held up by the bindings that secured him to the chair.

He was making noises now, gasps and moans, each vocalization torn away from his throat with unwitting breathlessness.

Aryol knew only the touch of that relentless tongue, the sensation that shot through his loins. He felt like he was being stroked from the inside out, every last sensitive part of him thoroughly pleasured.

He didn't know why he found this so exquisite - maybe it was the indecency of it, or maybe it was because out of all the things he'd done, and had been done to him, this had never numbered among them, not until Lynx showed him.

And now this man did it for him too, stroked him with velvet intimacy.

It was beautiful, and gloriously fresh, and Aryol's body sang as he shivered against the length of his lover's tongue.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov pulled back just as the arch of his lover's back was reaching an impossible rictus.

He smiled against the soldier's flank, nipping it lightly with kiss-swollen lips.

"You make me so hard," he murmured. "It's incredible. It hurts my body to want you this much."

Platitudes, and he never said them.

But his cock ached fiercely, and Kasya's gaze burned into them like the eye of god, and sweetened all misbehavior from perversion to gorgeous blasphemy.

Liadov shuddered.

"Do you want me to finger your ass, opesdol? Twist my fingers inside you, you twisted prick?"

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "Yes," Aryol gasped out, breathless.

He could barely manage that much coherence, so awash he was in sensation. Aryol felt like he could taste the other man's hunger, cued off the edge in his voice and the way his hands tightened convulsively when they touched him.

"Please," he managed.

Aryol's nipples were pebbled hard, tight and aching as much as his cock, two tiny points of arousal he nevertheless was consciously aware of, along with his swollen length.

He was ready again, after the MVD major's uninhibited attentions.

"Fuck me with your fingers," he gritted out, "then fuck me."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika pushed to his feet roughly and grasped the tin tube.

"One for your ass, and one for your cock," he promised, throatily, biting the tip of one glove and drawing it off, spitting it unceremoniously onto the floor at his feet.

But the other one...that one he kept on.

He slicked his fingers, wringing both hands, glove over bared fist, coating them until they were lubricious.

And he made good on his threat, flinging his chest down hard onto the other man's bared back and grasping his prick in a naked, slickened grip, while his other found the well-loved entrance, sensuous and delicate skin still damp and trembling from his attentions-

And slid his still gloved hand inside, driving the two primary fingers deep, letting his brow fall between the man's shoulder blades as he bucked and stiffened.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: A cry tore away from Aryol's lips, a report of wild, breathless shock and wholly obscene pleasure.

He, who made it his business to be quiet and unnoticed, let out a scream that reverberated in the room, tremoring off his lips and thrumming his in chest.

Aryol's eyes were wide and his mouth gaped, gasping as he writhed like a beast, struggling arrhythmically, the sensation of slickened leather-clad fingers inside him driving him feral.

He bucked and jerked against the cage of his lover's body, every thrust pushing the soft-rough fingers deeper inside him.

Aryol came hot and hard, his climax like a gunshot, the recoil so strong he rocked the man around him. Once more, he cried out, primal and inarticulate, and he splattered his seed all over - the MVD major's hand, the chair, and his naked, trembling belly.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov gasped, genuinely surprised, languid eyes opening wide and astonished.

"My god," he breathed, "I..."

There was a silence, as he released the soldier's spent cock, still pulsing with aftershock, and pressed his well-slicked hand against the man's taut and heaving stomach, clutching him.

"You..."

He chased his breath for a moment, then staggered out a laugh.

"I wasn't expecting that."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol panted, fighting to catch his breath, sagging a little in the major's tight embrace.

"Well..." he said, between gasps, "Me...either..."

He laughed then too, a silent sound, merely a rumble in his torso, a shaking of his shoulders.

"That was...wow."

He was dizzy, inarticulate, incoherent, grinning like a loon.

"I can't...believe you did that," he said, still laughing, body still vibrating with lingering tremors.

Aryol drew in a deep and steadying breath.

"But...Christ, I'm glad you did."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika had the grace to look slightly rueful.

"Well...I..."

No. There was nothing one could say at that point.

"...Mind if I fuck you anyway? I mean, unless Captain Irinarhov is getting bored."

He risked a withering glance in Kassian's direction, but found himself surprised once again.

Irinarhov looked pretty far from that.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian's legs were spread, wanton and wide, and he jacked himself violently, in hungry, vicious strokes.

He froze, shaking, guilty, uncertain, as his eyes met Liadov's.

His breath came hard. He had been rough, punishing himself for liking this, for wanting it, even as his pleasure rose.

The pair - Liadov and his lover - had been so focused on each other that Kassian had almost felt like a hidden observer, like they didn't know he was there.

Watching had been an obscene pleasure, but one he'd secretly relished. Their oblivious hedonism had fueled Kassian's, and as long as they'd been focused on each other, it had been easy to let himself go, explore this sudden and forbidden need that he hadn't realized he'd had.

But now…

He stared back at Liadov, feeling exposed and vulnerable, his conscience panging.

Kassian knew he shouldn't have stayed, shouldn't have let it get this far. He could blame the alcohol, but he knew, deep down, that he must have secretly wanted this, and the slilvo had just helped facilitate it.

His jaw rose, resolute, defiant, and he didn't take his hand off his cock.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol moaned, low and blissful.

He felt utterly boneless and perfectly relaxed, as if he could simply melt out of his restraints at any moment.

"Oh god. Yes, please. Fuck me all you want."

Aryol flexed the muscles in his ass languorously in anticipation.

"Ride me hard, lover."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Actually," purred Nika, "I thought you might ride me like Saint George."

Before the words could be fully realized he had angled himself downward, slid between the soldier's spraddled stance and twisted around.

Now he sat in the chair, and the soldier's legs straddled him, and his arms caged Nika's head, tethered to the chair back on either side.

He met the soldier's dark eyes, and grasped his hips, smiling.

"Sit on me," he said, voice low and sueded.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol grinned, and leaned down to kiss the major first, playfully teasing his lips with gentle affection.

He sat as ordered then, leaning slightly forward by necessity, easing his thighs down onto his lover's, then shifting closer. Letting his softening prick brush against the MVD major's fully erect cock, sliding past to let the man's cock push against his cleft.

"Yes," he murmured as he felt the thick swell.

Aryol arched his spine to give the man the best possible angle of penetration, and rotated his hips, blindly teasing the hard cock underneath him.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov smiled at being teased.

He exhaled in anticipation and tightened his hands, urging him downward with just a little more insistence, liking the game.

"Come on now," he persuaded, dulcetly. "I won't last long, after a display like that."

His smile turned darker.

"Or, I can do it myself."

Knowing the soldier wouldn't let him force him down if he didn't want to, Nika pulled down hard, sheathing himself upright inside the other man.

He shuddered appreciatively, and locked the soldier in his embrace.

"Irinarhov," he said, stentorian, "I need you to unbind his legs and re-tie them."

He stroked the soldier's dark locks and coiled them in his fingers tenderly.

"It was lovely when he was standing, but now that he's sitting astride me, there's too much play in the restraints."

Liadov's lip curled.

"They are...restraints...after all. I want him locked down."

Nika's green gaze shifted to Kasya.

"Well? What are you waiting for? A sign from god?"

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "If I were, I'd never get it," Kassian muttered.

God was far, far from Liadov's room right now.

Kassian was still uncomfortably swollen, but he let go of his dick and pushed himself up, walking a little stiffly over to where Liadov and his lover perched in their erotic embrace.

He supposed he should have tucked his erection back in his pants and not put himself on display, but he knew it would be just painful enough to make him not want to bother.

He also supposed he could have refused to play along and make Liadov tie his own damn bindings, but the man looked a little...consumed...with what he was doing.

Kassian could be a good sport, he thought, grudgingly.

He walked over to the chair and crouched down beside it. Carefully, he untied the velvet cord that wrapped around the man's lower leg.

It was erotically charged, to touch another man's lover, even for something like this. The leg in his hands was strong with sleek muscle.

Kassian kept his touch gentle, brief and efficient, like he was field stripping his rifle, taking the man's leg, re-positioning it, then binding it. Not too tight, and snug enough to hold.

"That all right?" he asked Liadov gruffly, but kept his gaze trained down.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Try to move," Liadov whispered to the soldier.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: In response, Aryol tightened his buttocks, baring down on the hard cock inside him.

The man hadn't said what he should try to move.

Aryol grinned, catching his lover's gaze, teasing, but then tried to move his leg.

He thought it was kind of hot, to have Kasya do that, to feel those callused fingertips on his skin. And he was so gentle. Aryol liked the way Kasya touched him.

He smirked a little, to himself.

"Nice and snug," he reported.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Perfect," murmured Liadov, kissing the soldier's throat. "Thank you, comrade."

Green eyes met dark ones.

"We're going to fuck," he murmured. "Close and tight. And I'm going to come inside you, soon, and hard."

Liadov glanced up at Irinarhov, as a wicked smile lit his face.

"Stay where you are, comrade. Say...why don't you come on his back?"

His lips ranged, open, over the soldier's slightly rough jaw.

"That would really be something."

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Liadov's lover was making appreciative noises, but all Kassian could think was that this was getting worse and worse.

He frowned, trying to think of a good reason as to why he shouldn't do it. The problem was, Liadov made it sound so reasonable.

He didn't know where that line was anymore, the one that ran between spectator and participant. He supposed he had already crossed it.

Liadov's lover's naked back was sheened with sweat, muscular and strong.

Kassian reached out his hand and laid it against the man's back, resting it gently between his shoulderblades. The man shuddered.

Kassian's dick pulsed in response.

It helped, somehow, that the man had remained anonymous this entire time. It made it easier.

Kassian supposed there was no turning back now, and he might as well go through with it.

"All right," Kassian said, quietly.

He left his hand there, to brace himself, and moved closer, standing wide for balance, fisting his cock again.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov's eyes swept up.

"Well," he said softly. "You're in control."

Technically speaking, anyway. Nika was pretty well pinned by his weight.

The soldier was the only one able to rock his hips, despite not being able to rise from his penetration.

"Take me out," Nika said, smiling, almost painfully aroused, and his body hovering on the precipice of cataclysmic orgasm.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol grinned, and bent his head to kiss the major again, just a brief press of lips and tongue.

He shifted his weight, carefully at first, feeling out his range of motion. Then he began to roll his hips more in earnest, driving the rhythm, eyes closed, head bent forward.

Close and tight and hard, the man had said, and Aryol made it that way for him, pitched with sharp and quickening thrusts against his hips, driving him as deep as he could.

As he moved, Aryol was vividly aware of the heat from Kasya's hand pressed against his back, and the sniper's roughened breathing behind him.

"Come on," Aryol crooned to his lover, and maybe to Kasya too. "Come hard. Come for me, baby."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika closed his eyes, letting his head fall back and exposing the full arch of his throat.

If the Black Ops man were inclined, and had a fling knife, he could have slit his throat.

But where would he be keeping it? asked some amused, depraved and detached part of Liadov's mind.

Rolling pleasure engulfed him as the soldier rode him tightly and roughly within the boundaries of their restraints.

The soft words exhorted him, drove him. He was happy to comply with the request.

The mounting was quick and merciless, an ascending scale he could completely foresee.

Liadov felt his testes tighten and his loins contract, and the climax imploded shortly thereafter.

A barbaric yell ripped from his throat and his arms shot around the soldier's eagerly moving form, crushing their chests together, hands clutching his buttocks and helping him ride through the tailout.

Sweat against his skin, and the dim knowledge that this whole interlude had been entirely too loud, except that this was Groznyj Grad, and would it even matter?

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: It was easier for Kassian to focus on the man he didn't know, to draw the erotic charge of the encounter from the balaclavaed stranger with the sleekly muscular back.

He timed short, quick strokes along his cock to the stranger's vigorous rocking until the motions were almost linked in his mind with direct causality.

The noise that Liadov made startled him, this wholly primal, guttural cry of passion, but the stranger cried out too, as Liadov's orgasm rocked him.

Kassian was buffeted by the thrust of both of their bodies and jacked himself harder, coming quick and hard after a few more seconds of furious stroking.

Milky, pale fluid spattered against the anonymous man's lower back and buttocks, and Kassian slumped, bending his head, resting more of his weight against the man's back as he recovered, breathing hard and shuddering.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol felt a rush of warmth from within and without, and shivered in utter delight as semen filled and anointed him.

Slowly, his breathing slowed and he gave a small laugh, then leaned down, bringing his mouth to the MVD major's in a deep and leisurely kiss.

Aryol had to break off to breathe after only a few moments, but that just made him laugh again, and nuzzle the man's face.

"Oh god," he said, breathing into his lover's ear with glancing brush of lips, keeping the words for him alone. "Thank you. This was great."

He shivered, all over, sighing out deeply, breathing gradually slowing.

"Take me to bed," Aryol murmured to the major, boneless now but still restrained, though his eyelids were drooping.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika's hands were slick with hot fluid, he realized, as he released his partner's body slowly, and he blinked, bemused for a moment.

Irinarhov, he realized, belatedly, and he looked up, startled, unsure what to do with his hands, and the evidence of actual contact.

Finally he laughed, quietly.

"If you don't mind one last favor, comrade...untie him? My hands..." he said, "..well."

He tilted his head pleasantly,

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: Kassian blinked, frowning as he recovered, realizing slowly what he'd done.

"Right," he muttered, face flushing, quietly mortified. "Sorry."

He paused to hastily rearrange his uniform, tucking himself away, fastening his jodhpurs.

Kassian knelt once more to remove the velvet ties that he'd fastened around the man's legs, tossing them over to the table and then stepping back.

He hesitated for a few moments, feeling awkward, but then he ducked into the lavatory and came out with a dampened towel, handing it to Liadov quietly.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Nika smiled, shifting the languid soldier with his shoulder, urging him to his feet, although he was none too eager.

"Spasiba," he said, politely.

He took the towel from Irinarhov and gave his hands a few cursory strokes before rising to his feet with a languid click of boot heels.

Liadov folded the towel into careless quarters and laid it on the table.

Then he yawned slightly, patting Irinarhov on the shoulder.

"It was nice having you," he said.

[livejournal.com profile] capt_kasya: "Yeah," Kassian said, after a moment.

He felt like he should say or do something more, but didn't know what, and couldn't quite focus enough to figure it out.

The urge to escape was stronger.

"I'll be..." he said, took a step back, gesturing to where his rifle sat obediently against the wall, exactly where he'd left it. Waiting for him, this entire time.

Kassian picked that up and slipped it around his shoulder. The weight was familiar, reassuring.

He scooped up his gear belt, taking a few seconds to get everything in place before he saw himself to the door.

"Good night, Major," Kassian said. "It was..."

He hesitated, searching for something to say, but nothing he thought of applied.

"...good night," he muttered, again.

Kassian opened the door, and got the hell out of there.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov turned, stretching slightly, as the door closed.

He raised a jaunty eyebrow at his naked comrade.

"Was it something I said?" he said with rhetorical whimsy.

He pulled off his jacket, doffing and tossing his cap across the room like a discus.

Liadov shook his head.

"Take, that fucking thing off," he said, amused.

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed and tugged at his balaclava, pulling it off his head. Underneath, his hair was damp and matted against his skull.

"Take these fucking things off."

Grinning, he moved to help the major undo buttons and push off the rest of his clothing.

"You know...you're fun to be with," he told the man, kneeling to help him with his boots. "I'm always laughing. It's...a nice change."

Aryol smiled as he stood up, and tugged his lover toward the bed.
He eyed the door where Kasya had left so hastily.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" he asked.

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov shrugged.

"I'm not sure a man ever died of a divine gift," he said, dismissively.

If Irinarhov had survived the war, he could probably handle ejaculating on a guy's back without trading in his chips.

A thought struck him, and he turned, as Aryol slid under the blankets and urged him to follow with a tug on his hand, eyebrows lilting.

"...Why? Are you concerned about him?"

He joined the soldier and lay upright on his arm, regarding him mildly.

"You didn't seem too worried about him earlier, when you were jockeying for a spitroast."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: Aryol chuckled, and shook his head.

"I don't know. He just seemed so uncomfortable, there at the end. It was sort of funny."

He shrugged, yawning, then drew closer, laying a hand on the major's hip, stroking it idly.

"Actually..." he said, "I sort of know him. You remember Leshovik? From the other night at mess? Your friend the captain, the two of them, they used to fuck."

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: Liadov paused.

"Really."

He massaged that idea for a moment.

"Fuck- or...were they together? A set?"

He angled his eyes, obliquely.

"There is a difference."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "They were together," Aryol said.

He shrugged again.

"It didn't work out. But I guess I'm not really surprised."

Aryol's eyes drifted shut.

"Tomorrow, can we make love again? You and me?"

[livejournal.com profile] nikanor_liadov: "Captain Irinarhov is not exactly...adaptable," remarked Liadov, shrugging. "It would be hard, to always watch one's words. One's actions. One's impulses. To live in fear of offending or alienating, purely by being true to one's nature."

He laughed.

"That night- I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. I suppose I thought some of that jade would extend to good natured hedonism. Clearly not."

He trailed a finger along the soldier's spine, and down to the dip of his sacroiliac, in drowsy appreciation.

"Now you, on the other hand..."

But they both knew that, and there was no need to give voice to the rest of the sentiment.

Liadov heard the soldier's request, and surprised him slightly.

He murmured an affirmative reply, closing his eyes.

"Davai, davai. I suppose this didn't exactly count."

[livejournal.com profile] eyes_adrift: "He'll figure it out," Aryol asserted. "Maybe he's more adaptable than the thinks he is."

And if he wasn't, Aryol thought, maybe he could help with a push in that direction.

He gave a drowsy sigh.

"Tonight was fun, though," Aryol said, tucking himself closer.

He chuckled.

"There's a lot of fun things we can do. But it's nice just to be close, sometimes, and know..."

He trailed off, not finishing the thought. And know any number of things, really, depending on what was important.

Know they didn't have to be alone. Know there was someone who cared. Know what it was like to be loved.

He could feel himself drifting.

"Mm," he said, instead. "Good night."

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