Letting: Eastern Promises Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Title: Letting
Beta-Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 347
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content, language.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt Eastern Promises, Nikolai/Kirill, partners.
Disclaimer: The following 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. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Letting
Kirill was so deep in denial he wasn’t aware how desperately he wanted Nikolai. Nikolai knew and he played on that desire, used it to his own ends. This worked well enough up to a point but to truly own Kirill, to control Kirill as much as it was possible to rule a creature so wild and damaged, Nikolai would have to take things to the next level. To bind Kirill to him with secrets and shame their partnership would have to be consummated.
In the end, it wasn’t a matter of Nikolai taking action, of making something happen. It was simply a matter of letting it happen, of not stopping Kirill, not reining him in or keeping him in check as Nikolai had always done before. Usually, when Kirill went too far, Nikolai would defuse him with a cold smirk. “You’re fucked up as usual,” Nikolai would say. “Let me take you home before you do something you’ll regret tomorrow.”
This time he didn’t smirk. He didn’t say anything. He let Kirill’s drunken hands explore his body, finally opened his lips to Kirill’s frenzied, bruising kiss.
After that first kiss, he could see the fear in Kirill’s glazed blue eyes. He was expecting rejection, punishment, humiliation. He was expecting Nikolai to draw the line even as he fumblingly undid the buttons of his driver’s shirt. Somehow Kirill’s fear made it easier for Nikolai. He saw the fear and wanted to ease it, to offer something besides the sordid violence that was most of Kirill’s life. Nikolai lied when he said Kirill was his brother, yet in this lie was a grain of truth. Repulsive as Kirill was, Nikolai was touched by his need, his vulnerability.
Kirill’s hands moved from his back to his backside, kneading, caressing with growing purpose even as Kirill’s mouth moved downward from his chest to his stomach, nuzzling against his groin. Nikolai let his fingers twine themselves in Kirill’s hair with something like tenderness, moved to wrap his legs around Kirill’s shoulders.
“Do what you have to,” he whispered. “We’re partners now.”
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Title: Letting
Beta-Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 347
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content, language.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt Eastern Promises, Nikolai/Kirill, partners.
Disclaimer: The following 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. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Letting
Kirill was so deep in denial he wasn’t aware how desperately he wanted Nikolai. Nikolai knew and he played on that desire, used it to his own ends. This worked well enough up to a point but to truly own Kirill, to control Kirill as much as it was possible to rule a creature so wild and damaged, Nikolai would have to take things to the next level. To bind Kirill to him with secrets and shame their partnership would have to be consummated.
In the end, it wasn’t a matter of Nikolai taking action, of making something happen. It was simply a matter of letting it happen, of not stopping Kirill, not reining him in or keeping him in check as Nikolai had always done before. Usually, when Kirill went too far, Nikolai would defuse him with a cold smirk. “You’re fucked up as usual,” Nikolai would say. “Let me take you home before you do something you’ll regret tomorrow.”
This time he didn’t smirk. He didn’t say anything. He let Kirill’s drunken hands explore his body, finally opened his lips to Kirill’s frenzied, bruising kiss.
After that first kiss, he could see the fear in Kirill’s glazed blue eyes. He was expecting rejection, punishment, humiliation. He was expecting Nikolai to draw the line even as he fumblingly undid the buttons of his driver’s shirt. Somehow Kirill’s fear made it easier for Nikolai. He saw the fear and wanted to ease it, to offer something besides the sordid violence that was most of Kirill’s life. Nikolai lied when he said Kirill was his brother, yet in this lie was a grain of truth. Repulsive as Kirill was, Nikolai was touched by his need, his vulnerability.
Kirill’s hands moved from his back to his backside, kneading, caressing with growing purpose even as Kirill’s mouth moved downward from his chest to his stomach, nuzzling against his groin. Nikolai let his fingers twine themselves in Kirill’s hair with something like tenderness, moved to wrap his legs around Kirill’s shoulders.
“Do what you have to,” he whispered. “We’re partners now.”