D is for Disheveled: Eastern Promises Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: D is for Disheveled
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Summary: Kirill doesn’t like being left out.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 537
Rating: R
Contains: Sex, violence, language.
Author’s Note: Written for eve_n_furter for the A to Z Meme.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
D is for Disheveled
Nikolai combed his hair back carefully before the bedroom mirror, meticulous in preparation for his meeting with Semyon’s Georgian connection. In his head he reviewed the list of information he hoped to obtain. He was less than pleased when Kirill appeared at the door.
“Where are you going?” Kirill demanded.
“I have a meeting with the Georgians.” Nikolai answered curtly.
“What meeting? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“I should be there,” Kirill said. He reminded Nikolai of a child, angry at being left out of adults’ affairs.
“No.” Nikolai said flatly.
“What do you mean, no? This is family business. My family’s business.”
“We are brothers, right? I will take care of it.”
Kirill scowled.
“I’m coming with you,” he insisted. Nikolai shook his head.
“The Georgians specifically asked me not to bring you,” he said.
“Motherfuckers! How dare they?”
“They say you don’t act like a professional,” Nikolai said. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there. I have your back.”
“And I have your front,” Kirill snarled.
As Nikolai reached for his suit jacket, Kirill sprang into action and punched him in the stomach. While Nikolai was off balance, Kirill shoved him across the room, down onto the bed.
“Don’t start with me,” Nikolai warned. “You know I can beat the shit out of you.”
Kirill ignored the warning and threw himself on Nikolai. Their mouths smashed together in a violent kiss as Kirill thrust his hand down Nikolai’s pants.
They’d been involved (entangled?) since New Years with Nikolai carefully in charge, doling out intimacies to gain power, strengthen this control over Kirill. This was different. Kirill wasn’t begging this time, wasn’t drunk and kissing Nikolai’s shoe.
Kirill jerked Nikolai off, his fingers dancing, teasing Nikolai’s balls, his asshole, making his cock almost unbearably hard as he tongue-fucked his mouth.
“Stop it,” Nikolai gasped, pulling away. “I have to go. The Georgians…”
“Fuck the Georgians,” Kirill snapped, unzipping Nikolai’s pants and yanking them down. He fell on Nikolai’s cock, taking it in his mouth, sucking it like a vampire at a vein.
“Jesus Christ,” Nikolai moaned. He grabbed Kirill’s head but instead of pushing him away held him there. Kirill shook him off.
“You want it, say please.” Kirill ordered.
“Please, please. For God sakes don’t stop.”
“Say I’m the boss.” His lips barely touched Nikolai’s cock, tantalizing. He thrust his hips, trying to reach Kirill’s mouth. Every heartbeat throbbed in his cock.
“You’re the boss,” Nikolai pleaded. “Suck me, boss. Please.”
Kirill obliged, falling into a steady but ever-escalating rhythm while Nikolai writhed under his ministrations, finally exploding.
Kirill reared up, eyes still flashing dangerously. He spit Nikolai’s own semen into his face.
“Go to your meeting now,” Kirill said with a cruel laugh. “Go to your Georgians. See how professional they think you are.” Then he stalked out the door.
Unsteadily Nikolai got to his feet and went back to the mirror.
The slick crime boss of a few minutes before was disheveled beyond recognition. His lips were bruised, his cheeks flushed, his hair wet and hanging in his face, his shirt ripped open.
He was supposed to be controlling Kirill but he hadn’t succeeded in controlling himself.
Title: D is for Disheveled
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Summary: Kirill doesn’t like being left out.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 537
Rating: R
Contains: Sex, violence, language.
Author’s Note: Written for eve_n_furter for the A to Z Meme.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
D is for Disheveled
Nikolai combed his hair back carefully before the bedroom mirror, meticulous in preparation for his meeting with Semyon’s Georgian connection. In his head he reviewed the list of information he hoped to obtain. He was less than pleased when Kirill appeared at the door.
“Where are you going?” Kirill demanded.
“I have a meeting with the Georgians.” Nikolai answered curtly.
“What meeting? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“I should be there,” Kirill said. He reminded Nikolai of a child, angry at being left out of adults’ affairs.
“No.” Nikolai said flatly.
“What do you mean, no? This is family business. My family’s business.”
“We are brothers, right? I will take care of it.”
Kirill scowled.
“I’m coming with you,” he insisted. Nikolai shook his head.
“The Georgians specifically asked me not to bring you,” he said.
“Motherfuckers! How dare they?”
“They say you don’t act like a professional,” Nikolai said. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there. I have your back.”
“And I have your front,” Kirill snarled.
As Nikolai reached for his suit jacket, Kirill sprang into action and punched him in the stomach. While Nikolai was off balance, Kirill shoved him across the room, down onto the bed.
“Don’t start with me,” Nikolai warned. “You know I can beat the shit out of you.”
Kirill ignored the warning and threw himself on Nikolai. Their mouths smashed together in a violent kiss as Kirill thrust his hand down Nikolai’s pants.
They’d been involved (entangled?) since New Years with Nikolai carefully in charge, doling out intimacies to gain power, strengthen this control over Kirill. This was different. Kirill wasn’t begging this time, wasn’t drunk and kissing Nikolai’s shoe.
Kirill jerked Nikolai off, his fingers dancing, teasing Nikolai’s balls, his asshole, making his cock almost unbearably hard as he tongue-fucked his mouth.
“Stop it,” Nikolai gasped, pulling away. “I have to go. The Georgians…”
“Fuck the Georgians,” Kirill snapped, unzipping Nikolai’s pants and yanking them down. He fell on Nikolai’s cock, taking it in his mouth, sucking it like a vampire at a vein.
“Jesus Christ,” Nikolai moaned. He grabbed Kirill’s head but instead of pushing him away held him there. Kirill shook him off.
“You want it, say please.” Kirill ordered.
“Please, please. For God sakes don’t stop.”
“Say I’m the boss.” His lips barely touched Nikolai’s cock, tantalizing. He thrust his hips, trying to reach Kirill’s mouth. Every heartbeat throbbed in his cock.
“You’re the boss,” Nikolai pleaded. “Suck me, boss. Please.”
Kirill obliged, falling into a steady but ever-escalating rhythm while Nikolai writhed under his ministrations, finally exploding.
Kirill reared up, eyes still flashing dangerously. He spit Nikolai’s own semen into his face.
“Go to your meeting now,” Kirill said with a cruel laugh. “Go to your Georgians. See how professional they think you are.” Then he stalked out the door.
Unsteadily Nikolai got to his feet and went back to the mirror.
The slick crime boss of a few minutes before was disheveled beyond recognition. His lips were bruised, his cheeks flushed, his hair wet and hanging in his face, his shirt ripped open.
He was supposed to be controlling Kirill but he hadn’t succeeded in controlling himself.