Revelations, Part I
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eyes_adriftI left the major and his partner at mess to deal with the supply captain. It was interesting, to see how cool and controlled the major was, how handily he dealt with Captain Utrov. For all his indulgence and passion, the major's got a kind of ruthless streak too.
I like that.
I wanted to stick around to see what happened, but I had to...make arrangements for the evening. I didn't figure I'd miss much, and what I had in store was a lot better...
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nikanor_liadov: As he approached his quarters, Liadov tossed his lazy hair from his eyes and drew out his key. He paused to unlock the door, squaring his shoulders as if to disrupt the mild dust of invisible annoyance that Utrov character had caused to settle over his person.
The door swung open, a shaft of light streaking cleanly into the darkness and across the floor. He stepped into the semidarkness, closing the door and hitting the switch.
He frowned, briefly, and remained in darkness. The light was out, it seemed, or the power...
Swiftly, dimly, his eyes made out the shape of the lampshade and he stepped over to it with a long stride, fingers seeking the cord and giving it a brusque jerk.
Once again, nothing. No light.
Realization began to dawn, and Nika paused, lips parting, turning slowly to look behind him, even though his eyes were not yet accustomed to the darkness.
eyes_adrift: Aryol pushed away from the wall.
He'd been hiding, lying in wait for the major to come back to his quarters. A half-turn of each lightbulb ensured Aryol could linger in the darkness unseen at first, but the major was too smart to truly be caught unaware.
Moving with the quick, decisive swoop of a raptor, Aryol caught the major around the waist, and pulled him close with strong arms.
He pressed his hips against the major's buttocks, and his chest against the major's back.
"Got you," he murmured against the silken fall of pale hair.
Aryol pressed a kiss against the side of the major's neck, where the carotid artery pulsed and thrummed.
"What took you so long?"
nikanor_liadov: Nika exhaled softly, and let his body relax demonstratively, adapting the stranger's familiar form with the curve of his back.
The brush of cool lips against his anterior throat betrayed itself; he could feel the the heat that radiated just behind, lust warm and wanton, inviting his languor to respond.
"Yes," he intoned, caressing and ephemeral as the soft blackness that pressed in on them.
The soldier had shed his gear belt at least, possibly more.
Nika couldn't see anything in the pitch blackness of the windowless interior quarters, nor could he feel what state of dress his benevolent assailant had favored tonight through the dove grey wool of his uniform.
But he was well aware of the hard-muscled platte of the staunch, lithe hips that thrust their presence up against his sacroiliac, and could bring to mind a map of their naked topography.
It had been a few days now, after all. He was beginning to get the lay of the land, whether he'd intended to or not.
"One has to keep up appearances."
His hand reached behind him, languidly seeking the other man's neck, slipping his gloved fingers beneath the chain that led to his dog tags.
"After all," he breathed, "Muzhelostvo...will get you a trip to the gulag, won't it."
Toying with them, leisurely, as Liadov inclined his face toward the warmth of breath and brought them nose to nose over his shoulder.
He smiled darkly, letting the pulse of his breath tattoo the words against his shadowy comrade's mouth.
"There's no art in hypocrisy if you flaunt it."
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed quietly, a hushed murmur, but then leaned forward for a kiss.
He let it be soft. Intimate, but unapologetically deep, stroking his tongue, lingering. Not the sort of kiss one gave a stranger or a casual fuck, but by now the major was neither.
"You enjoy it, don't you?"
Aryol smiled in the darkness, and bent his head to nip at the major's jaw.
"I thought you were going to arrest that supply captain," he whispered. "I wanted to watch you do it. But like you said...appearances."
He had no fear of the gulag. In Black Ops, there was no accountability for crimes committed in the course of their assignment. It gave them enough of a blanket to get away with just about anything, but even Aryol knew it was better simply not to antagonize the snake even if you were immune to its venom.
Aryol eased back, though still let his arms rest snugly around the major's body.
The crispness of winter's night air lingered on the finely brushed wool of the major's MVD coat, and sent a charge as tangible as static through Aryol's bare skin.
"Let me get the light for you," he murmured. "Would you like a drink?"
nikanor_liadov: "Make no mistake, comrade," said Nika quietly. "I was within a hair of punching him in the throat and driving my knee down into his back, so as to make him malleable to the cuff."
He paused.
"Are you naked?" he asked.
It seemed like a more pressing question, at least as far as his immediate concerns extended.
"I might have a drink after I..."
Nika paused in the warm, black oblivion, turning slowly against his companion.
"After I...disarm."
eyes_adrift: Aryol chuckled.
"I can help you with that too."
His fingers went to the leather belt encircled the major's slim waist, tugging at the end, pulling it open. He undid the fastenings of the major's pants.
"I'm naked," he said.
His voice was low and indulgent.
"Something about you always makes me want to take off all my clothes."
Aryol opened the major's trousers and slipped his hand inside, stroking the smooth skin of his belly, idly. The major's skin was soft, and pleasantly warm.
"You've had a long day. You choose how you want to disarm, comrade...in my mouth, or in my ass?"
He chuckled, darkly.
"When we're alone, you can flaunt it all you like."
nikanor_liadov: Liadov knew his expression was unreadable in the darkness, but he regarded the sniper silently, or at least the darkness where he stood, close and veiled from Nika's eyes.
"You're not my whore," he said, after a moment. "You do know that."
He paused, as the strong, slightly callused young fingers ranged over his stomach and dipped lower, teasing at the tips of netherhair and causing him to rigidify on predictable cue.
"I know it moves you, somewhere deep, to be used. Made an object, lusted onto and into, and over..."
Nika hissed, appreciatively soft, as the soldier's hand reversed its course and pried gently at the trousers that clung desperately to the ridges of his hipbones.
"And I do lust for you, comrade. But not as a convenience."
He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to convey, and words felt extraneous to some extent, when actions lingered at the door, waiting to come in, but he persisted, pressing his lips together.
"I lust for you as a man lusts for another man."
eyes_adrift: Aryol paused, frowning, though he let his hand rest low on the major's stomach.
He considered the major's words for a while, letting his thumb rub tiny circles against the major's skin.
"I know the difference," he said, finally, softly.
Aryol thought about Leshovik, who demanded fucks wordlessly, pushing Aryol back into mattresses or pressed him against hard walls.
Not that Aryol complained much, but still.
He shook his head.
"I think always I've been a convenience, though. To the men I've been with."
He shrugged, as if it didn't matter, though he felt almost unsettled to hear his disposition stated in such plain terms.
"I was offering, comrade, because I want to be generous. Because you looked so tired at mess. Because the captain was taunting you."
Aryol's hand stilled, and he withdrew it slowly, then re-settled it on the major's hip. He let it rest there, a firm and definite weight.
"Because I'm not looking to use you the way I was used. Even though listening to you talk to the supply captain like that got me hard."
nikanor_liadov: Nika felt his voice go coppery with calm and poison.
"That peasant," he said, the words polished like a stone.
His hands found the front of his jacket and ripped open the buttons with exacting and clinical brutality.
His eyes were getting used to the utter darkness, now, and where before there had been literal nothingness, now he could make out a faint, negative limning of the sniper's form.
Liadov had his shirt and jacket open now, so that his chest was naked.
"I find that the most efficacious way of dealing with obsequious men is to deny them the attention they so richly crave."
Without warning, his hand slapped and grasped the soldier's buttock, kneading it roughly, communicating his intent.
"He wanted it, to the point of absurdity. Regard." Nika's smile was a faint twitch in the dark. "But the MVD is not in the business of wish fulfillment. Even when self-destructive."
Liadov paused, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to the soldier's ear.
"Unless you count the ones about illicit sodomy," he purred, darkly. "Care to make a wish, comrade?"
eyes_adrift: Aryol turned his head to catch the major's lips with his mouth, kissing him boldly.
"Only if you make it come true," he murmured.
He draped his arm across the major's neck, exerting enough pressure to hold him close, tightening his grasp aggressively. Possessively.
Aryol smiled slowly, closing his eyes, drawing in the major's spicy, masculine scent.
Before, when they'd first met, the unfamiliar tang of a stranger had thrilled him, but now, it was their growing intimacy that made his blood stir.
He leaned closer, pressing his erection against his lover's thigh.
His cock was hard, jutting like the muzzle of a gun, potent, and insistent.
"If you promise to be ruthless," he murmured, "so will I."
nikanor_liadov: "When have I ever been anything else," whispered Nika.
He pushed forward, shoving into the other man, rubbing jaw against cheek, feeling the shadowed stubble catch and rasp.
"You need a shave," he murmured, hoarsely. "Badly."
Almost kissing, but refraining, Liadov's breath warred against the black operative's, taunting the possibility.
Walking him backward, sensing their way by feel, until the sniper fell backward.
Nika fell onto his knees on the bed, crawling after him.
"Where did you go, trouble?"
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed.
He braced himself on an elbow in order to lean upward, reaching toward the MVD major, hooking their arms together. Aryol eased back, pulling the major against him.
The heat from the major's bare and muscled chest warmed his own skin.
It felt good, like this. Comfortable, and close.
Experimentally, Aryol brushed his knuckles along his own jaw. The grain of his stubble felt coarse.
"Sorry," he murmured. "Next time I'll shave first."
He shifted under his lover's weight, grasping loose folds of half-open clothing, adjusting the play of their bodies. Aryol eased open his thighs to let the major settle between them.
He brought his hands up and ran them through the major's thick mane. He loved the feel of it under his fingers, the simultaneous sensation of soft, and yet somehow coarse.
Aryol smiled into the darkness, and shifted his hips subtly.
"I'm right where you want me, comrade."
nikanor_liadov: "Almost," corrected Liadov.
He was pleased by the sensation of hands in his hair, pleased by the proximity of their bodies.
"How do you want it?" he said, in a low voice.
His lips traced the contours of the sniper's throat in the darkness, as his hands caressed his lean, naked form.
"I want it hard and rough," he intoned. "But I don't care who fucks who."
eyes_adrift: Aryol let out his breath in a hiss.
A visceral thrill shot through him, and his cock pulsed, growing harder, goaded by the major's words.
"Oh, Christ."
The groan came out rough, and uneven.
"Yeah, that works for me."
Aryol let his hands slip through the major's hair, then tighten at his nape.
"I can do you," he whispered, leaning up slightly.
His lips brushed the major's ear, and Aryol's rough and stubbled chin grazed the smooth skin of the major's cheek.
"Take you deep, ride you hard and rough, but make it good."
Aryol shivered, fairly vibrating with the prospect, and his breath came harder now. He had taken the major before, but something about the major's coarse request caught his attention, and fired his blood.
His fingers tightened in the MVD major's hair, forcing his head back slightly with firm but gentle pressure.
"Okei?" he murmured, softly, against his throat.
nikanor_liadov: Liadov paused.
"I've no objection," he said, at last.
He began to shrug out of his coat, and shed his cloven dress shirt like a snakeskin.
"You don't have to be kind," he murmured, languidly. "I make it a policy to never give out what I can't take handily."
It was all mind over matter, in Nika's experience.
He ran a hand back over his head, raking a clean, smooth trail through the buoyant tresses.
Letting his shirt and jacket fall onto the floor somewhere in the darkness and become lost.
eyes_adrift: "All right then," Aryol murmured, voice low and rough with appreciation.
As the major undressed he gently pulled away, rolling to the edge of the bed.
"Let me get the tin..."
He had to search for it. He honestly couldn't remember where they'd left it last, though the nightstand seemed likely. After a few seconds of feeling around in the dark, his fingers encountered cool metal.
Aryol unscrewed the lid and warmed the petroleum between his palms.
"Are you going to leave your boots on, comrade?"
He laughed, quietly.
nikanor_liadov: Nika smiled in the dark, glancing behind him at the man he couldn't see.
"Do you want me to?"
His tone was amusedly neutral.
"I hadn't thought about it."
Now that he did, the idea began to appeal.
Liadov's mind ticked along to the next obvious question.
"...are you?" he asked, curiously.
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed.
"I could."
He had taken his boots off, earlier, when he'd stripped down to nothing to wait for the major's return. But now, the idea of wearing them while fucking started to hum in the back of Aryol's mind.
He paused to slick himself, running his hands over his cock slowly as he pondered.
"I think I'd like that, though. How about we say I will if you will?"
Aryol set the tin aside.
His body sang, hot and hungry, aching to be unleashed.
"And...I'd like to do it from behind."
nikanor_liadov: Nika whistled slowly.
"As you wish," he murmured, impressed.
He leaned over, pushing his uniform trousers carefully down over the tops of his uppers and drawing them off.
Then he stood nude in the darkness, clad only in the high black leather boots that wrapped round his calves.
eyes_adrift: "A moment, comrade."
Aryol withdrew again, slipping from the bed. He remembered the relative positions of things in the room, and felt along the wall until he reached the chair. His boots were right underneath, where he'd left them. They were standard-issue commando boots, rising to mid-calf, laced all the way up with twin rows of eyelets and hooks.
He laced them up quickly, quiet rustles in the darkness.
"On," he said, then walked back to the bed with deliberate steps.
Aryol stood at the edge of the bed, pausing for a moment, breathing. His cock pulsed, unbearably hard.
He closed his eyes, briefly.
"Ready?" he asked, the softest of whispers.
nikanor_liadov: "Yes," intoned Liadov, in a hush, his boot heels striking faintly on the floor as he pivoted toward the sound of the soldier's voice. "Perfectly."
He stood on the other side of the room, and they were separated by the oceanic expanse of the bed, but now he moved forward onto it, with a slight creak of springs.
"Meet me halfway."
eyes_adrift: "Always," Aryol breathed.
He moved forward slowly, crawling onto the bed. He could hear the major's motion opposite him, felt the rise and dip of the mattress as the man moved toward him.
It was strangely ritualized, somehow, this approach, like an aggressive mating dance of peacocks. Behind their well-placed motions lay the threat of violence without the uncertainty of fear.
They met in the center. Aryol was conscious of the sound of the major's breathing, his scent and his heat, the tangible weight of his presence.
He reached out to orient himself, letting his hand fall on the major's arm, skimming a light touch up his bare shoulder. Aryol settled back on his buttocks, kneeling, for the moment.
"First," he whispered, "this."
Aryol buried his hands in the major's hair, on either side of his face.
He learned forward then, and brought their mouths together, kissing the major with heated ardor, deep and breathless and passionate.
nikanor_liadov: Everything else was heightened by the lack of sight.
Nika's senses responded with appreciation.
The soldier's mouth was firm and hungry, and Liadov grasped the nape of his neck with a smooth, uncallused palm, plying his lips and tongue with soft, sensual ferocity.
His body was lithe and alive in the service of arousal, at the unstudied ceremony of it, of the physical compact that had been struck, and was being realized even now between them.
Liadov murmured darkly against the soldier's mouth as they knelt, chest to chest, hands roaming and boldly claiming.
"Does your friend let you fuck his ass?" he drawled, softly, with lazy menace. "Your friend in the Black Service?"
eyes_adrift: "Once," Aryol said. "Twice, if you count..."
He paused, and chuckled. He didn't think the major wanted to know the details of what he and Leshovik and Lynx had done together, that day in the cave.
Or maybe he did, Aryol mused. Though probably not right now.
"Well, one time I don't really count, because it was more of a group thing. But when we were alone...once. I don't think he really wanted to, somehow. Like he always had to be the dominant one. He used to think he owned me."
He ran his hands down the major's back with a long and forceful stroke, letting the tips of his fingers dig into the muscle, like a massage that was just on the brink of being so firm it was almost painful.
"I don't think he thinks that anymore."
nikanor_liadov: Liadov's laugh was soft, leisurely indulgent.
"Aren't you depraved," he remarked, admiringly. "A group thing, indeed."
He paused, running a hand over the outward curve of his comrade's sculpted hindquarter.
"Do you know," he whispered, almost confidentially, "I never understood that need. To own. To control and keep under lock, like a falcon in a hood."
A slight shake of his head.
"I would far rather have the wild bird that chooses to light in my palm when it pleases him. That is more of a coup, I think."
Nika paused, renewed attention to the sniper's body stirring the embers of his loins.
"To possess- now that I understand."
eyes_adrift: "You do understand," Aryol breathed, softly, in wonder.
His hands stilled, and came to a rest on the MVD major's hips.
"All my life, it's always been about what other people want. But now...I feel like I've just started to believe that what I want is just as important."
Aryol paused, thinking hard.
"Maybe moreso, because it's me," he finished, with a shrug.
His hands resumed their motion, sliding across the firm muscle of the major's ass, brushing along the graceful vee of intimate flesh.
He leaned his head down and flicked his tongue against the bare skin of the major's pectoral, working his way down to the nipple by leisurely feel. It went taut as his lips brushed against it.
Aryol made a low, pleased murmur, the sound vibrating through the tension of the major's skin.
"And now...I want to do something nice for you," he murmured. "Before I ride you hard and put you away wet."
nikanor_liadov: Liadov exhaled, laughing gently.
"Do you."
His hands wended their way into the short, upthrust black forest that crowned the sniper's bowed head.
"And what would that be, soldat?"
His chest tingled with quiet, low-burning fever under the occasional press of soft lips and warm, flickering tongue.
"What could be nicer than this?"
eyes_adrift: "I'll show you," Aryol murmured.
He flicked at the major's skin with his tongue, sampling the flavor, savoring it. Aryol closed his mouth over one nipple again, and gave a sudden hard suck, sweet and ruthless.
He laughed then, softly.
"Just relax, and you'll see."
Aryol drew his head back and leaned to the side, feeling around in the darkness for a pillow. He found one, and pressed it into the major's hands.
"Why don't you put this under your hips, and lie down on your stomach?"
nikanor_liadov: Nika acquiesced, wordlessly game, stretching out to lie sprawled and prone.
The cushion tilted his loins so that his flank was at a slant, his body indecently offered up on a silver charger.
"I've done this to others so many times," he murmured. "Now at last I feel the iniquity."
Though not the inequity. No, turnabout was always fair play.
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed and re-positioned himself, sliding between the major's legs, parting his thighs wider apart. He moved closer, kneeling between.
He laid his hands atop the taut rounds of the major's buttocks and kneaded the muscle with his fingers, caressing, massaging.
"You do it that infrequently?"
His fingers dug in, moving in lazy circles, subtly easing the cleft open wider.
"That first morning...after we woke up, after the night we met. You offered, then."
He bent his head, leaning down to draw his tongue along the base of the major's spine, delving lower, tracing the humid warmth to the delicately furrowed ring of skin.
"Why?" he whispered, brushing his lips there, testing the opening's yield with the tip of his tongue.
Aryol paused there for a few moments, lingering with his touch, almost idly.
"You said...it had been a while, for you."
He left off then and focused his attentions on the major's entrance, pressing down with his tongue, penetrating him with soft but sudden force.
nikanor_liadov: Nika moaned, abruptly, and made no effort to stave or suppress it.
"That's good," he whispered, in a hush like raw silk. "That's very good."
He paused, closing his eyes, feeling his pulse respond and the slight, unconscious motions of his hips as the sniper pleased him vigorously.
"Yes," he pressed the word between his lips, softly sibilant. "A long time, since I hosted, as I told you. It seems that I invite those who want to be taken lavishly. Mostly because of the uniform, I suspect."
He paused, shuddering delicately.
"Although...I suppose it is also my forte, as most men have one. And being taken...requires wanting it enough to allow it. Which is wherein lies the rarity for me."
eyes_adrift: Aryol made only a murmur of a reply, a low moan of pleasure. He worked his tongue, thrusting it deep, keeping a constant rhythm and pressure.
They were both shaking when he broke off, breathless.
He rested his cheek against the major's backside for a moment, and brought up his hand to continue to tease the pliant circle of flesh, pressing and rubbing.
"You are great at it," Aryol said, and laughed, roughly. "And trust me, I would know."
Aryol bent his head to kiss the curve of the major's ass, brushing his lips across the soft and sensitive skin, nipping lightly.
"God, I can't wait any longer."
He fisted his cock, which ached, flushed and feverishly hot, still slick with lube.
"I'm going to fuck you now. Hard and rough."
Aryol uncoiled, and positioned himself, leaning close, chest brushing the major's back.
He leaned forward.
"I'm going to make you scream, comrade."
nikanor_liadov: "Perfect," gritted Nika, unprettily. "Man up, shove in and have at."
He breathed rapidly through flushed, sullen lips, arching against the black operative, back to chest, shifting with newly heightened need.
"It's not hard to make me scream," he said, reaching over his shoulder, grasping the man's dog tags from below and jerking them tight. "Do it again."
eyes_adrift: Aryol snapped his neck back, letting out a hiss.
The pain galvanized him and he pushed forward, guiding his cock to the major's opening.
"You asked for it," he growled.
He wasted no more time with talk, but instead thrust in ungently and in one hard motion, striking ruthlessly, sheathing himself in heat. Without hesitation, he thrust again, deeper still, full weight pressed taut against the major's backside.
nikanor_liadov: Nika twisted, and a low, guttural snarl ripped from his lips.
He was split through, thighs pressed flat, the soldier's weight heavy on his back, and soldier's length driven deep into his body.
The first shove was clean and brutal, the second frank and punishing.
"Beauty," hissed Liadov. "Again."
eyes_adrift: "Beauty," Aryol breathed.
It was instinct, to rut like this, urgency heating his blood and firing the motion of flesh against flesh. He moved, thrusting hard and brutally, almost arrhythmically, driving his hips forward, an onslaught of carnal pleasure.
Aryol snaked one arm around the major's hip, hand closing around his cock possessively. He used his other hand to brace himself as he began to pump the major's cock with slick and vicious strokes.
His breath came hard, but he bit at the major's shoulders in between gasps, his breath hot against damp skin.
"You don't ever - " he started, but broke off to draw in sharp breaths.
"...call out their names, do you - "
Aryol grunted, pumping harder and more remorselessly with both cock and fist.
"When you come."
He shuddered, gasping.
"...you can't."
nikanor_liadov: Their coupling shuddered with violence.
There was nothing soft here now. Everything was blunted, brutal.
It was more abuse than he'd ever given a man, while in the sniper's place, but Liadov's inherent languor served him beautifully here, and he absorbed the brunt of the other's carnal assault like willow.
It could have been pain, had he not wanted it so much.
It was mind over matter, and when given a choice, Nika always chose pleasure.
"No," he breathed, with studious composure, belied by his body's lithe and undulating response. Despite the hard and penetrating jolts of impact from behind. "I don't call their names."
His head fell back, neck curving , throat exposed and hair spilling back, brushing and clinging to shoulders faintly glazed with sweat- some of it his own, some of it from the man who mounted him, hips pistoning, muscles alive and riding like Wrath.
"...and I won't call yours, either."
eyes_adrift: The wisps of a laugh broke from Aryol's throat, blurred by harsh breath.
"You can't," he said.
He bent his head over the major's back, closed his eyes and fucked wantonly, suffused by the major's masculinity, the heady smells of hot, wet sex and the erotic sounds of sliding, grinding flesh.
"We have to be silent in the field."
Aryol felt himself building, pitching upward, toward orgasm. An anticipatory shudder ran through him.
"That's how it is."
His muscles shook with reckless adrenaline, so intense he could barely catch breath. Air caught and seared in hot in his chest, and the exertion burned sweet, like sugar.
He pumped harder, feeling his pleasure about to break free and take flight.
"We can't...give away anything."
nikanor_liadov: "Perhaps I should learn silence," ground out Liadov, closing his eyes, between hard breaths and a harder body.
"Take a lesson from you," he intoned, darkly. "Swallow my screams and take your cock without a sound, at your whim, like you do for him."
He pressed his lips into a tight, sealed smile, closing his eyes, feeling the vicious slide of the soldier's gun-callused hand along his prick, and the cock inside.
"Is that how you want me?"
eyes_adrift: "Oh, god, no."
Aryol groaned, his voice ragged and raw.
"I don't want to hold back anymore."
He felt a sudden surge that carried him upward in a spiraling rush, like a kite ripped away by the wind.
"That's why...I love it...when you scream."
Orgasm took him in the next moment, hitting him with blinding heat, and he could feel every spare centimeter of his body tingling, now lit and pulsing.
Aryol let the cry break from his throat, the sound of his pleasure loud, and wholly uninhibited.
nikanor_liadov: "Jesus christ," muttered Nika, as the sniper's rough cry split the air, and his hard body went rigid in an unmistakable and jagged reaction, his hand clenching around Liadov's cock.
Liadov shivered, feeling the sinngular trickle of hot fluid that escaped their joining and coursed down his thigh, and he came an instant later, one hand cupping, seizing the soldier's neck behind him and releasing powerfully with a soundless and forceful shudder.
It seemed only right, as a gesture, a deferential counter to the soldier's response. He didn't want to steal such new and liberating thunder.
I like that.
I wanted to stick around to see what happened, but I had to...make arrangements for the evening. I didn't figure I'd miss much, and what I had in store was a lot better...
nikanor_liadov: As he approached his quarters, Liadov tossed his lazy hair from his eyes and drew out his key. He paused to unlock the door, squaring his shoulders as if to disrupt the mild dust of invisible annoyance that Utrov character had caused to settle over his person.The door swung open, a shaft of light streaking cleanly into the darkness and across the floor. He stepped into the semidarkness, closing the door and hitting the switch.
He frowned, briefly, and remained in darkness. The light was out, it seemed, or the power...
Swiftly, dimly, his eyes made out the shape of the lampshade and he stepped over to it with a long stride, fingers seeking the cord and giving it a brusque jerk.
Once again, nothing. No light.
Realization began to dawn, and Nika paused, lips parting, turning slowly to look behind him, even though his eyes were not yet accustomed to the darkness.
eyes_adrift: Aryol pushed away from the wall.He'd been hiding, lying in wait for the major to come back to his quarters. A half-turn of each lightbulb ensured Aryol could linger in the darkness unseen at first, but the major was too smart to truly be caught unaware.
Moving with the quick, decisive swoop of a raptor, Aryol caught the major around the waist, and pulled him close with strong arms.
He pressed his hips against the major's buttocks, and his chest against the major's back.
"Got you," he murmured against the silken fall of pale hair.
Aryol pressed a kiss against the side of the major's neck, where the carotid artery pulsed and thrummed.
"What took you so long?"
nikanor_liadov: Nika exhaled softly, and let his body relax demonstratively, adapting the stranger's familiar form with the curve of his back.The brush of cool lips against his anterior throat betrayed itself; he could feel the the heat that radiated just behind, lust warm and wanton, inviting his languor to respond.
"Yes," he intoned, caressing and ephemeral as the soft blackness that pressed in on them.
The soldier had shed his gear belt at least, possibly more.
Nika couldn't see anything in the pitch blackness of the windowless interior quarters, nor could he feel what state of dress his benevolent assailant had favored tonight through the dove grey wool of his uniform.
But he was well aware of the hard-muscled platte of the staunch, lithe hips that thrust their presence up against his sacroiliac, and could bring to mind a map of their naked topography.
It had been a few days now, after all. He was beginning to get the lay of the land, whether he'd intended to or not.
"One has to keep up appearances."
His hand reached behind him, languidly seeking the other man's neck, slipping his gloved fingers beneath the chain that led to his dog tags.
"After all," he breathed, "Muzhelostvo...will get you a trip to the gulag, won't it."
Toying with them, leisurely, as Liadov inclined his face toward the warmth of breath and brought them nose to nose over his shoulder.
He smiled darkly, letting the pulse of his breath tattoo the words against his shadowy comrade's mouth.
"There's no art in hypocrisy if you flaunt it."
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed quietly, a hushed murmur, but then leaned forward for a kiss.He let it be soft. Intimate, but unapologetically deep, stroking his tongue, lingering. Not the sort of kiss one gave a stranger or a casual fuck, but by now the major was neither.
"You enjoy it, don't you?"
Aryol smiled in the darkness, and bent his head to nip at the major's jaw.
"I thought you were going to arrest that supply captain," he whispered. "I wanted to watch you do it. But like you said...appearances."
He had no fear of the gulag. In Black Ops, there was no accountability for crimes committed in the course of their assignment. It gave them enough of a blanket to get away with just about anything, but even Aryol knew it was better simply not to antagonize the snake even if you were immune to its venom.
Aryol eased back, though still let his arms rest snugly around the major's body.
The crispness of winter's night air lingered on the finely brushed wool of the major's MVD coat, and sent a charge as tangible as static through Aryol's bare skin.
"Let me get the light for you," he murmured. "Would you like a drink?"
nikanor_liadov: "Make no mistake, comrade," said Nika quietly. "I was within a hair of punching him in the throat and driving my knee down into his back, so as to make him malleable to the cuff."He paused.
"Are you naked?" he asked.
It seemed like a more pressing question, at least as far as his immediate concerns extended.
"I might have a drink after I..."
Nika paused in the warm, black oblivion, turning slowly against his companion.
"After I...disarm."
eyes_adrift: Aryol chuckled."I can help you with that too."
His fingers went to the leather belt encircled the major's slim waist, tugging at the end, pulling it open. He undid the fastenings of the major's pants.
"I'm naked," he said.
His voice was low and indulgent.
"Something about you always makes me want to take off all my clothes."
Aryol opened the major's trousers and slipped his hand inside, stroking the smooth skin of his belly, idly. The major's skin was soft, and pleasantly warm.
"You've had a long day. You choose how you want to disarm, comrade...in my mouth, or in my ass?"
He chuckled, darkly.
"When we're alone, you can flaunt it all you like."
nikanor_liadov: Liadov knew his expression was unreadable in the darkness, but he regarded the sniper silently, or at least the darkness where he stood, close and veiled from Nika's eyes."You're not my whore," he said, after a moment. "You do know that."
He paused, as the strong, slightly callused young fingers ranged over his stomach and dipped lower, teasing at the tips of netherhair and causing him to rigidify on predictable cue.
"I know it moves you, somewhere deep, to be used. Made an object, lusted onto and into, and over..."
Nika hissed, appreciatively soft, as the soldier's hand reversed its course and pried gently at the trousers that clung desperately to the ridges of his hipbones.
"And I do lust for you, comrade. But not as a convenience."
He wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to convey, and words felt extraneous to some extent, when actions lingered at the door, waiting to come in, but he persisted, pressing his lips together.
"I lust for you as a man lusts for another man."
eyes_adrift: Aryol paused, frowning, though he let his hand rest low on the major's stomach.He considered the major's words for a while, letting his thumb rub tiny circles against the major's skin.
"I know the difference," he said, finally, softly.
Aryol thought about Leshovik, who demanded fucks wordlessly, pushing Aryol back into mattresses or pressed him against hard walls.
Not that Aryol complained much, but still.
He shook his head.
"I think always I've been a convenience, though. To the men I've been with."
He shrugged, as if it didn't matter, though he felt almost unsettled to hear his disposition stated in such plain terms.
"I was offering, comrade, because I want to be generous. Because you looked so tired at mess. Because the captain was taunting you."
Aryol's hand stilled, and he withdrew it slowly, then re-settled it on the major's hip. He let it rest there, a firm and definite weight.
"Because I'm not looking to use you the way I was used. Even though listening to you talk to the supply captain like that got me hard."
nikanor_liadov: Nika felt his voice go coppery with calm and poison."That peasant," he said, the words polished like a stone.
His hands found the front of his jacket and ripped open the buttons with exacting and clinical brutality.
His eyes were getting used to the utter darkness, now, and where before there had been literal nothingness, now he could make out a faint, negative limning of the sniper's form.
Liadov had his shirt and jacket open now, so that his chest was naked.
"I find that the most efficacious way of dealing with obsequious men is to deny them the attention they so richly crave."
Without warning, his hand slapped and grasped the soldier's buttock, kneading it roughly, communicating his intent.
"He wanted it, to the point of absurdity. Regard." Nika's smile was a faint twitch in the dark. "But the MVD is not in the business of wish fulfillment. Even when self-destructive."
Liadov paused, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to the soldier's ear.
"Unless you count the ones about illicit sodomy," he purred, darkly. "Care to make a wish, comrade?"
eyes_adrift: Aryol turned his head to catch the major's lips with his mouth, kissing him boldly."Only if you make it come true," he murmured.
He draped his arm across the major's neck, exerting enough pressure to hold him close, tightening his grasp aggressively. Possessively.
Aryol smiled slowly, closing his eyes, drawing in the major's spicy, masculine scent.
Before, when they'd first met, the unfamiliar tang of a stranger had thrilled him, but now, it was their growing intimacy that made his blood stir.
He leaned closer, pressing his erection against his lover's thigh.
His cock was hard, jutting like the muzzle of a gun, potent, and insistent.
"If you promise to be ruthless," he murmured, "so will I."
nikanor_liadov: "When have I ever been anything else," whispered Nika.He pushed forward, shoving into the other man, rubbing jaw against cheek, feeling the shadowed stubble catch and rasp.
"You need a shave," he murmured, hoarsely. "Badly."
Almost kissing, but refraining, Liadov's breath warred against the black operative's, taunting the possibility.
Walking him backward, sensing their way by feel, until the sniper fell backward.
Nika fell onto his knees on the bed, crawling after him.
"Where did you go, trouble?"
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed.He braced himself on an elbow in order to lean upward, reaching toward the MVD major, hooking their arms together. Aryol eased back, pulling the major against him.
The heat from the major's bare and muscled chest warmed his own skin.
It felt good, like this. Comfortable, and close.
Experimentally, Aryol brushed his knuckles along his own jaw. The grain of his stubble felt coarse.
"Sorry," he murmured. "Next time I'll shave first."
He shifted under his lover's weight, grasping loose folds of half-open clothing, adjusting the play of their bodies. Aryol eased open his thighs to let the major settle between them.
He brought his hands up and ran them through the major's thick mane. He loved the feel of it under his fingers, the simultaneous sensation of soft, and yet somehow coarse.
Aryol smiled into the darkness, and shifted his hips subtly.
"I'm right where you want me, comrade."
nikanor_liadov: "Almost," corrected Liadov. He was pleased by the sensation of hands in his hair, pleased by the proximity of their bodies.
"How do you want it?" he said, in a low voice.
His lips traced the contours of the sniper's throat in the darkness, as his hands caressed his lean, naked form.
"I want it hard and rough," he intoned. "But I don't care who fucks who."
eyes_adrift: Aryol let out his breath in a hiss. A visceral thrill shot through him, and his cock pulsed, growing harder, goaded by the major's words.
"Oh, Christ."
The groan came out rough, and uneven.
"Yeah, that works for me."
Aryol let his hands slip through the major's hair, then tighten at his nape.
"I can do you," he whispered, leaning up slightly.
His lips brushed the major's ear, and Aryol's rough and stubbled chin grazed the smooth skin of the major's cheek.
"Take you deep, ride you hard and rough, but make it good."
Aryol shivered, fairly vibrating with the prospect, and his breath came harder now. He had taken the major before, but something about the major's coarse request caught his attention, and fired his blood.
His fingers tightened in the MVD major's hair, forcing his head back slightly with firm but gentle pressure.
"Okei?" he murmured, softly, against his throat.
nikanor_liadov: Liadov paused."I've no objection," he said, at last.
He began to shrug out of his coat, and shed his cloven dress shirt like a snakeskin.
"You don't have to be kind," he murmured, languidly. "I make it a policy to never give out what I can't take handily."
It was all mind over matter, in Nika's experience.
He ran a hand back over his head, raking a clean, smooth trail through the buoyant tresses.
Letting his shirt and jacket fall onto the floor somewhere in the darkness and become lost.
eyes_adrift: "All right then," Aryol murmured, voice low and rough with appreciation.As the major undressed he gently pulled away, rolling to the edge of the bed.
"Let me get the tin..."
He had to search for it. He honestly couldn't remember where they'd left it last, though the nightstand seemed likely. After a few seconds of feeling around in the dark, his fingers encountered cool metal.
Aryol unscrewed the lid and warmed the petroleum between his palms.
"Are you going to leave your boots on, comrade?"
He laughed, quietly.
nikanor_liadov: Nika smiled in the dark, glancing behind him at the man he couldn't see."Do you want me to?"
His tone was amusedly neutral.
"I hadn't thought about it."
Now that he did, the idea began to appeal.
Liadov's mind ticked along to the next obvious question.
"...are you?" he asked, curiously.
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed."I could."
He had taken his boots off, earlier, when he'd stripped down to nothing to wait for the major's return. But now, the idea of wearing them while fucking started to hum in the back of Aryol's mind.
He paused to slick himself, running his hands over his cock slowly as he pondered.
"I think I'd like that, though. How about we say I will if you will?"
Aryol set the tin aside.
His body sang, hot and hungry, aching to be unleashed.
"And...I'd like to do it from behind."
nikanor_liadov: Nika whistled slowly."As you wish," he murmured, impressed.
He leaned over, pushing his uniform trousers carefully down over the tops of his uppers and drawing them off.
Then he stood nude in the darkness, clad only in the high black leather boots that wrapped round his calves.
eyes_adrift: "A moment, comrade."Aryol withdrew again, slipping from the bed. He remembered the relative positions of things in the room, and felt along the wall until he reached the chair. His boots were right underneath, where he'd left them. They were standard-issue commando boots, rising to mid-calf, laced all the way up with twin rows of eyelets and hooks.
He laced them up quickly, quiet rustles in the darkness.
"On," he said, then walked back to the bed with deliberate steps.
Aryol stood at the edge of the bed, pausing for a moment, breathing. His cock pulsed, unbearably hard.
He closed his eyes, briefly.
"Ready?" he asked, the softest of whispers.
nikanor_liadov: "Yes," intoned Liadov, in a hush, his boot heels striking faintly on the floor as he pivoted toward the sound of the soldier's voice. "Perfectly."He stood on the other side of the room, and they were separated by the oceanic expanse of the bed, but now he moved forward onto it, with a slight creak of springs.
"Meet me halfway."
eyes_adrift: "Always," Aryol breathed.He moved forward slowly, crawling onto the bed. He could hear the major's motion opposite him, felt the rise and dip of the mattress as the man moved toward him.
It was strangely ritualized, somehow, this approach, like an aggressive mating dance of peacocks. Behind their well-placed motions lay the threat of violence without the uncertainty of fear.
They met in the center. Aryol was conscious of the sound of the major's breathing, his scent and his heat, the tangible weight of his presence.
He reached out to orient himself, letting his hand fall on the major's arm, skimming a light touch up his bare shoulder. Aryol settled back on his buttocks, kneeling, for the moment.
"First," he whispered, "this."
Aryol buried his hands in the major's hair, on either side of his face.
He learned forward then, and brought their mouths together, kissing the major with heated ardor, deep and breathless and passionate.
nikanor_liadov: Everything else was heightened by the lack of sight.Nika's senses responded with appreciation.
The soldier's mouth was firm and hungry, and Liadov grasped the nape of his neck with a smooth, uncallused palm, plying his lips and tongue with soft, sensual ferocity.
His body was lithe and alive in the service of arousal, at the unstudied ceremony of it, of the physical compact that had been struck, and was being realized even now between them.
Liadov murmured darkly against the soldier's mouth as they knelt, chest to chest, hands roaming and boldly claiming.
"Does your friend let you fuck his ass?" he drawled, softly, with lazy menace. "Your friend in the Black Service?"
eyes_adrift: "Once," Aryol said. "Twice, if you count..."He paused, and chuckled. He didn't think the major wanted to know the details of what he and Leshovik and Lynx had done together, that day in the cave.
Or maybe he did, Aryol mused. Though probably not right now.
"Well, one time I don't really count, because it was more of a group thing. But when we were alone...once. I don't think he really wanted to, somehow. Like he always had to be the dominant one. He used to think he owned me."
He ran his hands down the major's back with a long and forceful stroke, letting the tips of his fingers dig into the muscle, like a massage that was just on the brink of being so firm it was almost painful.
"I don't think he thinks that anymore."
nikanor_liadov: Liadov's laugh was soft, leisurely indulgent."Aren't you depraved," he remarked, admiringly. "A group thing, indeed."
He paused, running a hand over the outward curve of his comrade's sculpted hindquarter.
"Do you know," he whispered, almost confidentially, "I never understood that need. To own. To control and keep under lock, like a falcon in a hood."
A slight shake of his head.
"I would far rather have the wild bird that chooses to light in my palm when it pleases him. That is more of a coup, I think."
Nika paused, renewed attention to the sniper's body stirring the embers of his loins.
"To possess- now that I understand."
eyes_adrift: "You do understand," Aryol breathed, softly, in wonder.His hands stilled, and came to a rest on the MVD major's hips.
"All my life, it's always been about what other people want. But now...I feel like I've just started to believe that what I want is just as important."
Aryol paused, thinking hard.
"Maybe moreso, because it's me," he finished, with a shrug.
His hands resumed their motion, sliding across the firm muscle of the major's ass, brushing along the graceful vee of intimate flesh.
He leaned his head down and flicked his tongue against the bare skin of the major's pectoral, working his way down to the nipple by leisurely feel. It went taut as his lips brushed against it.
Aryol made a low, pleased murmur, the sound vibrating through the tension of the major's skin.
"And now...I want to do something nice for you," he murmured. "Before I ride you hard and put you away wet."
nikanor_liadov: Liadov exhaled, laughing gently."Do you."
His hands wended their way into the short, upthrust black forest that crowned the sniper's bowed head.
"And what would that be, soldat?"
His chest tingled with quiet, low-burning fever under the occasional press of soft lips and warm, flickering tongue.
"What could be nicer than this?"
eyes_adrift: "I'll show you," Aryol murmured.He flicked at the major's skin with his tongue, sampling the flavor, savoring it. Aryol closed his mouth over one nipple again, and gave a sudden hard suck, sweet and ruthless.
He laughed then, softly.
"Just relax, and you'll see."
Aryol drew his head back and leaned to the side, feeling around in the darkness for a pillow. He found one, and pressed it into the major's hands.
"Why don't you put this under your hips, and lie down on your stomach?"
nikanor_liadov: Nika acquiesced, wordlessly game, stretching out to lie sprawled and prone.The cushion tilted his loins so that his flank was at a slant, his body indecently offered up on a silver charger.
"I've done this to others so many times," he murmured. "Now at last I feel the iniquity."
Though not the inequity. No, turnabout was always fair play.
eyes_adrift: Aryol laughed and re-positioned himself, sliding between the major's legs, parting his thighs wider apart. He moved closer, kneeling between.He laid his hands atop the taut rounds of the major's buttocks and kneaded the muscle with his fingers, caressing, massaging.
"You do it that infrequently?"
His fingers dug in, moving in lazy circles, subtly easing the cleft open wider.
"That first morning...after we woke up, after the night we met. You offered, then."
He bent his head, leaning down to draw his tongue along the base of the major's spine, delving lower, tracing the humid warmth to the delicately furrowed ring of skin.
"Why?" he whispered, brushing his lips there, testing the opening's yield with the tip of his tongue.
Aryol paused there for a few moments, lingering with his touch, almost idly.
"You said...it had been a while, for you."
He left off then and focused his attentions on the major's entrance, pressing down with his tongue, penetrating him with soft but sudden force.
nikanor_liadov: Nika moaned, abruptly, and made no effort to stave or suppress it."That's good," he whispered, in a hush like raw silk. "That's very good."
He paused, closing his eyes, feeling his pulse respond and the slight, unconscious motions of his hips as the sniper pleased him vigorously.
"Yes," he pressed the word between his lips, softly sibilant. "A long time, since I hosted, as I told you. It seems that I invite those who want to be taken lavishly. Mostly because of the uniform, I suspect."
He paused, shuddering delicately.
"Although...I suppose it is also my forte, as most men have one. And being taken...requires wanting it enough to allow it. Which is wherein lies the rarity for me."
eyes_adrift: Aryol made only a murmur of a reply, a low moan of pleasure. He worked his tongue, thrusting it deep, keeping a constant rhythm and pressure.They were both shaking when he broke off, breathless.
He rested his cheek against the major's backside for a moment, and brought up his hand to continue to tease the pliant circle of flesh, pressing and rubbing.
"You are great at it," Aryol said, and laughed, roughly. "And trust me, I would know."
Aryol bent his head to kiss the curve of the major's ass, brushing his lips across the soft and sensitive skin, nipping lightly.
"God, I can't wait any longer."
He fisted his cock, which ached, flushed and feverishly hot, still slick with lube.
"I'm going to fuck you now. Hard and rough."
Aryol uncoiled, and positioned himself, leaning close, chest brushing the major's back.
He leaned forward.
"I'm going to make you scream, comrade."
nikanor_liadov: "Perfect," gritted Nika, unprettily. "Man up, shove in and have at."He breathed rapidly through flushed, sullen lips, arching against the black operative, back to chest, shifting with newly heightened need.
"It's not hard to make me scream," he said, reaching over his shoulder, grasping the man's dog tags from below and jerking them tight. "Do it again."
eyes_adrift: Aryol snapped his neck back, letting out a hiss. The pain galvanized him and he pushed forward, guiding his cock to the major's opening.
"You asked for it," he growled.
He wasted no more time with talk, but instead thrust in ungently and in one hard motion, striking ruthlessly, sheathing himself in heat. Without hesitation, he thrust again, deeper still, full weight pressed taut against the major's backside.
nikanor_liadov: Nika twisted, and a low, guttural snarl ripped from his lips.He was split through, thighs pressed flat, the soldier's weight heavy on his back, and soldier's length driven deep into his body.
The first shove was clean and brutal, the second frank and punishing.
"Beauty," hissed Liadov. "Again."
eyes_adrift: "Beauty," Aryol breathed.It was instinct, to rut like this, urgency heating his blood and firing the motion of flesh against flesh. He moved, thrusting hard and brutally, almost arrhythmically, driving his hips forward, an onslaught of carnal pleasure.
Aryol snaked one arm around the major's hip, hand closing around his cock possessively. He used his other hand to brace himself as he began to pump the major's cock with slick and vicious strokes.
His breath came hard, but he bit at the major's shoulders in between gasps, his breath hot against damp skin.
"You don't ever - " he started, but broke off to draw in sharp breaths.
"...call out their names, do you - "
Aryol grunted, pumping harder and more remorselessly with both cock and fist.
"When you come."
He shuddered, gasping.
"...you can't."
nikanor_liadov: Their coupling shuddered with violence.There was nothing soft here now. Everything was blunted, brutal.
It was more abuse than he'd ever given a man, while in the sniper's place, but Liadov's inherent languor served him beautifully here, and he absorbed the brunt of the other's carnal assault like willow.
It could have been pain, had he not wanted it so much.
It was mind over matter, and when given a choice, Nika always chose pleasure.
"No," he breathed, with studious composure, belied by his body's lithe and undulating response. Despite the hard and penetrating jolts of impact from behind. "I don't call their names."
His head fell back, neck curving , throat exposed and hair spilling back, brushing and clinging to shoulders faintly glazed with sweat- some of it his own, some of it from the man who mounted him, hips pistoning, muscles alive and riding like Wrath.
"...and I won't call yours, either."
eyes_adrift: The wisps of a laugh broke from Aryol's throat, blurred by harsh breath."You can't," he said.
He bent his head over the major's back, closed his eyes and fucked wantonly, suffused by the major's masculinity, the heady smells of hot, wet sex and the erotic sounds of sliding, grinding flesh.
"We have to be silent in the field."
Aryol felt himself building, pitching upward, toward orgasm. An anticipatory shudder ran through him.
"That's how it is."
His muscles shook with reckless adrenaline, so intense he could barely catch breath. Air caught and seared in hot in his chest, and the exertion burned sweet, like sugar.
He pumped harder, feeling his pleasure about to break free and take flight.
"We can't...give away anything."
nikanor_liadov: "Perhaps I should learn silence," ground out Liadov, closing his eyes, between hard breaths and a harder body. "Take a lesson from you," he intoned, darkly. "Swallow my screams and take your cock without a sound, at your whim, like you do for him."
He pressed his lips into a tight, sealed smile, closing his eyes, feeling the vicious slide of the soldier's gun-callused hand along his prick, and the cock inside.
"Is that how you want me?"
eyes_adrift: "Oh, god, no."Aryol groaned, his voice ragged and raw.
"I don't want to hold back anymore."
He felt a sudden surge that carried him upward in a spiraling rush, like a kite ripped away by the wind.
"That's why...I love it...when you scream."
Orgasm took him in the next moment, hitting him with blinding heat, and he could feel every spare centimeter of his body tingling, now lit and pulsing.
Aryol let the cry break from his throat, the sound of his pleasure loud, and wholly uninhibited.
nikanor_liadov: "Jesus christ," muttered Nika, as the sniper's rough cry split the air, and his hard body went rigid in an unmistakable and jagged reaction, his hand clenching around Liadov's cock.Liadov shivered, feeling the sinngular trickle of hot fluid that escaped their joining and coursed down his thigh, and he came an instant later, one hand cupping, seizing the soldier's neck behind him and releasing powerfully with a soundless and forceful shudder.
It seemed only right, as a gesture, a deferential counter to the soldier's response. He didn't want to steal such new and liberating thunder.
