Respect: Eastern Promises Drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Title: Respect
Beta-reader: Fedink
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, implied violence.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt: Prompt: Respect
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.
Respect
“What the fuck happened to you?” Nikolai asked.
“My father had something he wanted me to do. I screwed it up. He was pissed off.”
Nikolai ran his thumb along the abrasion on Kirill’s cheek, tracing it to the blood-crusted tear in his lip.
“You let an old man slap you around?” Nikolai sneered. Kirill’s eyes flashed with anger but for once he controlled his temper. Nikolai was touching him and he wasn’t about to do anything that might put a stop to it.
“He’s my father,” Kirill said with a half smile. “I have to show him respect.”
Nikolai drew so close Kirill could almost feel Nikolai’s lips against his ear.
“Is that what respect is to you?” He whispered. “Being beaten down?” Kirill drew in his breath sharply, hoping Nikolai didn’t notice, not realizing that Nikolai noticed and was pleased, that it was exactly the reaction he hoped for. Nikolai was teasing cruelly, playing his dangerous game. The only thing that tore him, that shook his righteousness was knowing there was a truth in what he said.
Kirill had no respect. Not for laws of God or man or human life.
No respect for anything but what could beat him down.
In the end, that would be Nikolai. That was the only way it could end. There was no way to undo what Kirill was, no way to teach him otherwise.
Still, Nikolai turned Kirill’s face and kissed the scrape on his cheek, flicking his tongue lightly over the cut in a gesture maternal and perversely sensual at once.
Let Kirill pretend tomorrow he was too drunk to remember. Nikolai would pretend it was just another tease, another case of toying with the psycho prince. Nikolai’s heart was hard, if not pure.
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Title: Respect
Beta-reader: Fedink
Word Count: 294
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, implied violence.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt: Prompt: Respect
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.
Respect
“What the fuck happened to you?” Nikolai asked.
“My father had something he wanted me to do. I screwed it up. He was pissed off.”
Nikolai ran his thumb along the abrasion on Kirill’s cheek, tracing it to the blood-crusted tear in his lip.
“You let an old man slap you around?” Nikolai sneered. Kirill’s eyes flashed with anger but for once he controlled his temper. Nikolai was touching him and he wasn’t about to do anything that might put a stop to it.
“He’s my father,” Kirill said with a half smile. “I have to show him respect.”
Nikolai drew so close Kirill could almost feel Nikolai’s lips against his ear.
“Is that what respect is to you?” He whispered. “Being beaten down?” Kirill drew in his breath sharply, hoping Nikolai didn’t notice, not realizing that Nikolai noticed and was pleased, that it was exactly the reaction he hoped for. Nikolai was teasing cruelly, playing his dangerous game. The only thing that tore him, that shook his righteousness was knowing there was a truth in what he said.
Kirill had no respect. Not for laws of God or man or human life.
No respect for anything but what could beat him down.
In the end, that would be Nikolai. That was the only way it could end. There was no way to undo what Kirill was, no way to teach him otherwise.
Still, Nikolai turned Kirill’s face and kissed the scrape on his cheek, flicking his tongue lightly over the cut in a gesture maternal and perversely sensual at once.
Let Kirill pretend tomorrow he was too drunk to remember. Nikolai would pretend it was just another tease, another case of toying with the psycho prince. Nikolai’s heart was hard, if not pure.