Title: The Vicious Pet
Chapter: 45
Author:
imre_nicoPairing: Raikov/Ocelot
Warnings: None, unless you mean diazepam-inspired drugs, booze and bare-assed, weary, well-fucked Soviets having jaw-clenching epiphanies of mediumistic proportions.
The shadows in the room had deepened and grown as they’d slept and the night wore on. Ocelot’s silhouette was barely illumed by the vestigial light of the dying fire. A slender line of flame glow limned the curve of his throat as he threw his head back, downing first one, then the other.
The pale hedge of blond that crowned his head shone sullenly, like a tarnished coin.
He set the glasses down and repeated the process. Tipping back both, and setting them down one after another with a soft, decisive clunk.
“Isn’t it a little early for breakfast?” drawled Raikov.
Chapter 45.
http://community.livejournal.com/the_vicious_pet/14994.html#cutid1