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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 21, 2014 1:05:50 GMT
Angel would whine and pout, play petulance when they linked fingers and walked, but there was no fight against what Dmitri did now. He bared his neck, arched his back and lifted his hips, let Dmitri take what he liked, let himself feel valuable but unbreakable. There would be bruises where bites stung along his neck and scrapes where the wall grated against his back, but he would say it was nothing and heal up perfect again. He always did.
He felt perfect even now, wrapped in the echoes of the two of them in the empty stairwell, feeling steadied and undone by Dmitri all at once. Letting go where he gripped his shoulders and scratched against his back, Angel cupped his face, pulled him into a kiss that was more teeth than tongue, returning his ferocity.
The clips and pins in his hair were coming undone, his hair was unraveling and falling onto his shoulders. He hugged himself against Dmitri and pretended he was too breathless to answer in kind.
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Eventually they made it up the stairs and into Dmitri's apartment, with Angel pressed up and laid across every surface in between before he was finally splayed out on the creaking mattress and burrowed in Dmitri's sheets.
That was where he woke up, sore and disheveled and alone. He knew Dmitri wasn't far, wasn't going to leave him yet, and he laid on his back, listening around the apartment. Creaking footsteps, a ringing phone.
Eventually he slipped off the bed, not bothering with clothes as he padded into the kitchen. They weren't dating, but sometimes he found himself lingering here anyways.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Jan 21, 2014 1:49:59 GMT
Angel always fell asleep before him, but rarely did he wake in turn. Dmitri smiled as he woke, Angel's hair wrapped in his fingers; he seemed so fragile. Dmitri wouldn't ever understand that Angel wasn't some porcelain doll, that his skin could break teeth against it, but not Dmitri's. No, not his, not for now at least. He kissed Angel's forehead before slipping out of bed and making his way to the kitchen. When Angel lingered he never really did bother getting dressed in the morning.
He'd grabbed something small out of the fridge before the phone had begun to ring. With a groan he made his way over to the couch, sat down, and picked it up with a groggy hello. His father's voice greeted him on the other end and he sat up straight, his voice correcting itself. As it always went, there was a slur of Russian greetings and formalities. Dmitri kept his eyes on Angel as he padded to the kitchen, still talking to his father with a small smile. His hand covered the receiver and said good morning to Angel, luckily his father hadn't noticed.
He had this habit of ticking away on his rosary as he talked to his father, he'd never knew why. His spare hand just ticked away, counting something but only God knows what. But God knew, knew as Dmitri ticked away the lies he was telling.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 21, 2014 2:43:24 GMT
They'd been wild and filthy, they'd fucked like depraved animals, and now there something domestic and casual about waving to Dmitri on the couch as passed to the kitchen. He was peering into the fridge when he heard Dmitri speaking in that unfamiliar tongue, that sexy and unfamiliar tongue, and it made him perk up with interest.
He was sitting there with one hand cradling the phone and the other toying with the rosary. Angel vaguely remembered Dmitri's warning, but he didn't think twice about it, not when he didn't have any intention to grab it, as enticing as it was shining in the morning light, as enticing as it was to know it was off limits.
Dmitri wasn't off limits though, and Angel hopped onto the couch, scrambling over to straddle him with a devious grin and messy hair. "Доброе утро, мой любовь." He had probably butchered the words, stumbling over their form - it had taken a lot of repetition to get to even that point. He slung his arms over Dmitri's shoulders and kissed him sweetly, phone call be damned.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Jan 22, 2014 16:38:54 GMT
How's work, when are you going to come visit, the same questions that laced every phone call. He enjoyed talking to his father, though, hearing his obnoxiously loud laugh. It reminded him that he was still the favourite child, and always would be. Before Angel had wandered over he asked of his sister, to which his father replied that she was a wild little bitch as she always had been. Dmitri grinned and laughed, agreeing with his father, saying that he wasn't surprised.
Then Angel climbed on top of him, and before he could shove him off he'd spoken and kissed him. All while the phone was right there; who's that? His father asked and Dmitri's eyes narrowed at Angel as he shoved him off to the left, I didn't know you had a girlfriend, his father had said. When do we get to meet her? he asked. His glare not leaving Angel, he slurred through a string of lies; she works quite a bit, usually too busy to go out. His father wasn't having any of it, they were having a family dinner next week; the pretty voice he'd just heard over the phone had better be there.
But-- bye Dmitri, and the call was over. He slammed the phone down and turned his full attention to Angel, and without much of a warning he cracked him across the face. "Never do that again." his voice actually sounded threatening this time. Angel was lucky his father had thought he was a female. So very lucky.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 22, 2014 18:57:49 GMT
He knew Dmitri liked teaching him Russian phrases, and he liked it even more when Angel remembered them and used them, no matter how mispronounced and jumbled. He knew Dmitri liked Angel drowsy and affectionate on the mornings after. The last thing he'd expected was to be shoved aside as if he was an annoyance. Sitting back on his haunches on the couch, Angel returned Dmitri's glare with a sullen pout.
The hit came just as unexpectedly, the force of it snapping Angel's head to the side before he looked back at Dmitri, pressing a hand to the side of his throbbing face. His expression was caught between a scowl and a look of disbelief, tears stinging in his eyes. They were angry tears, more than anything. "Do what?" His tone was shrill and persistent, not as careful as it might have been. As far as he could see he'd done nothing wrong, done nothing that Dmitri hadn't liked before.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Jan 23, 2014 3:25:01 GMT
Any other time, possibly any other phone call, Dmitri wouldn't have minded. The words correctly rolled off of Angel's tongue, he would've kissed him back, telling him he was learning the few words well. "You heard who I was on the phone with." he said pointedly, at the moment not caring as Angel's eyes welled up. The smack had knocked the pout right from his lips. "You're lucky my father--" he stopped, picking the rosary up in his hand again before standing up from the couch.
"Well, either way, my family wants to meet you now." he said with a sigh, slamming his fist on the kitchen counter as he leaned on it now. If he'd been sitting near Angel, he would've hit him again; he didn't want to. Not again, anyway, the first slap had served it's point. As usual with Angel, he couldn't help but feel as if a bit of a monster, as if he'd struck something holy. That would fade, eventually.
"They want to meet you." he said, voice low.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 25, 2014 4:04:18 GMT
Angel gave a huffy sigh, lowering his hand from his face, hoping it wasn't going to leave a mark. He didn't care about the bites and bruises - anywhere but his face. Dmitri hadn't been gentle - he never was and that's what Angel loved - but it had been more of a shock than anything.
The atmosphere had taken a one-eighty from the warm morning afterglow as soon as Dmitri's family came into the equation. Angel sat back against the couch cushions and drew his knees to his chest - he made no move to follow Dmitri, stubbornly waiting for some sort of an apology.
He wrinkled his nose. Family. He didn't get it, why Dmitri even bothered with it. Angel was here for the sex, not to pretend they were dating and sure as hell not to get involved in anybody's family issues. He didn't wan't anywhere near Dmitri's daddy issues. "I don't wanna meet them."
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 15, 2014 16:11:35 GMT
He slammed a fist down against the counter at Angel's response, narrowing his eyes. "I didn't ask if you wanted to or not, did I?" he said, and it was there again; that dominating aspect of his voice, his presence. It worked on men he considered stronger than Angel, he wasn't too enamored to give it a shot. After all, this would be another thing to tuck away against Viktoria, another issue swept away.
"But.. I'm sorry for hitting you." he said with a small smile, and at this point he actually meant it. After another minute of standing against the counter he made his way back to Angel, sitting back down beside him and pulling the boy onto his lap. Taking Angel's face in his hands, his thumb gently ran over the red mark he'd left and he knew it wouldn't bruise.
"For me?" he asked nicely, though at this point Angel should've known he didn't have a choice.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 16, 2014 1:12:48 GMT
Angel had never seen Dmitri so angry - or angry at all. He almost expected the counter to start cracking beneath his fist. His tone was harsh, commanding, though there was enough distance between them that Angel could still look scornful.
It wasn't as if nobody had ever hit him before. It wasn't that it was unforgivable. It was that he didn't owe Dmitri anything; he had money and he had a place to stay, there was nothing to keep him here but his own interest. He had more agency than he was used to, and he stayed still on the couch, letting himself be pulled into Dmitri's lap.
His hands were large and his palms were rough even as they cupped his face gently. Angel bit his lip, pretended to consider it. "Are you gonna make it up to me?" He said softly, batting his lashes when he met Dmitri's eyes.
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 16, 2014 19:36:35 GMT
Make it up to him? Dmitri just smiled, his hand resting on the other's face. Of course, of course he would. "You know I am." he said. He wrapped his arms around Angel's back and just held him for a minute, sitting in silence while he just watched him. His harlot with dandelion hair and wildflower eyes that he wanted to pluck and make his own. How badly he wanted to break Angel and take that halo for his own, sit it on his desk or atop his own head.
How's this father, I'm divine, he'd say. I'm divine and you can't say otherwise, not you, not mother, not even Viktoria. I'd be divine he thought, leaning in and kissing Angel softly, with a bit of a smile. Amen, amen, amen.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 17, 2014 1:52:34 GMT
Angel smiled back, blame dissolved as Dmitri's arms encircled him. There was no need for the answer because Dmitri had already taken it. Angel's hands rested on his chest, strong and solid against his. But he wasn't scared - the kiss was sweet.
Hands traced up and gripped Dmitri's shoulders, hair falling like a veil around his face. Maybe he'd stay, into the afternoon.
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Post by MESSENGER on Feb 17, 2014 3:10:09 GMT
[attr="class","profn"]GOOD JOB [attr="class","profb"] SLAGFACE and LAIKA each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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