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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 2:16:53 GMT
IT'S VICTORIA
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thicker than most tap water A pale hand hovered over the slightly discolored door to her brother's apartment. It had been quite the trying week of moral battling with herself to get here. She hardly got a good night of sleep. But if she just paid a quick visit to at him... It's not like she had even seen him in a while, anyways. A single visit wouldn't hurt. That much. People on the internet had told Viktoria that she didn't owe them anything, that she could walk away and never go back. That's why she didn't go home for New Year's. But... staying away forever was it's own kind of painful. Something that someone who had to leave a family that, for most purposes, took care of her all her life wouldn't understand. Dmitri was her big brother, after all. She took a deep breath and slammed on the door with everything she had. She was small and it hurt her hand, but she wasn't weak and she didn't react to the pain. Dmitri would probably comment on not hearing her knock anyways, even if he did. The bastard. "Dima, it's Viktoria. Please let me in." While her voice carried with confidence, she really didn't want to stand there too long. This building was sketchy as all hell. Though, she probably served a few of them drinks regularly. |
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 12, 2014 2:47:52 GMT
"Fuck." he said, it was drawn out as his fingers pulled on Angel's hair; he always looked at his best on his knees, and with himself back against the counter. He'd never noticed how thick his accent was when he moaned for Angel, because of him. This had been Angel's way of fixing a bad mood, it would seem. Whenever he'd woken up less than thrilled with the coming day, this is where they would end up. In the kitchen with his boxers at his feet, the counter digging into his back; it always left a bright red mark, he always pulled Angel's hair just a bit too much. He couldn't help himself though, he'd always loved a good little whore.
"Fucking Christ." he said without a thought, he'd have to pray for that one later. At the knock on the door he pulled Angel away, pulling his boxers back up and motioning for him to stay just the way he was, he wouldn't be long.
He opened the door, "What do you--" and he was interrupted as he heard that fucking nickname, and there he stood face to face with his sister. In his boxers, and he was tempted to slam the door shut. "What do you want, Viktoria? I'm busy." he said impatiently. God knows what she wanted this time.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 12, 2014 13:30:50 GMT
Angel found himself back again and again here. It was how they met and how they continued, though the kitchen floor was kinder on his knees than the pavement had been. Dmitri was more vocal. His fingers tangled in his hair, pulled at it, while Angel steadied himself with a hand gripping the counter's edge.
He didn't know shit about love, but he knew what men liked, and he knew even more intimately what Dmitri liked. How to put him in a good mood. Angel knew he liked it, and it was with a scowl, an expression almost offended, that he sat back on the kitchen floor when Dmitri pulled him away. Sit, stay.
He didn't know who could be this important. But like a good dog, he sat back on the kitchen floor, absently running a hand through his hair, his stinging scalp.
He cocked his head when he heard a woman's voice from the hall. Angel knew better than to pipe up from where he sat, naked on the kitchen floor, but he couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up and out - busy was right.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 16:07:09 GMT
IT'S VICTORIA
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thicker than most tap water Viktoria recoiled a bit at the disheveled sight of Dmitri. Great, the one time she comes over, he's in his underwear. Gross. She hated how ugly guy underpants were anyways, it made her queasy. Plus, Dmitri wasn't the type to look messy in front of the family. The one other time she saw him like this was...-- "Dima..." Her tone was light and nonchalant, hoping to draw attention away from her shifting her weight and carefully wedging her foot in the door, "Is everything alright in there? Erm, Mama asked to check. Make sure everything is alright..." Viktoria peeked into the apartment, trying her best to see anything. Or anyone. If she could just catch him one more time... |
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 13, 2014 16:54:17 GMT
He had always towered above her; a nation to the little solider that Viktoria might have tried to be. And he'd never let her forget it, he was a king in comparison. "Everything's fine." he said, shifting to block her view into the apartment. She'd always been so nosy, always, he wouldn't have it today.
"If mother needs anything she or father can call, we both know that." he knew she was lying through her teeth, they called or came over themselves, and most certainly never unannounced. Angel was still naked on the kitchen floor, he couldn't let her any further through that door. There was no way in hell, Christ be crucified once more and Dmitri would make himself the cross.
"Looking for something?" he said, stepping forward a bit against her; his little sister actually made him nervous.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 13, 2014 20:54:53 GMT
He rubbed at his scalp, while perking up as he listened to the exchange. From where he sat, uninvolved (yet at the same time very much involved), it was funny because it wasn't his problem. Not really.
Angel snickered, leaning to the side to catch sight of Dmitri from behind. The door was just barely open, most of the doorway taken up by Dmitri's hulking frame - he couldn't see who was past it, and that meant she couldn't see him either. Not that it mattered to Angel, he was past the point of being embarrassed about the things he did. Past the point of caring who saw him sitting naked on the kitchen floor.
The tile was cold beneath him, and he shifted his weight, fidgeting. He sighed. Still couldn't believe that Dmitri had stopped him for this.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 22:33:20 GMT
IT'S VICTORIA
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thicker than most tap water While she instinctively stepped back from his imposing form, Viktoria wasn't going to back down. She had already come this far and managed to visit of her own free will. She wanted to know what was up. "But Dimitri, I've twisted my ankle walking here and I feel light headed." Viktoria's words were terse and spoken through thin lips, but to be honest, she had hurt her ankle while walking there. Her new blue heels had done quite the number on her feet. It wasn't hard to fake a sprained ankle when she practically had one. "And... Mama probably does want someone to hear from me after New Years. If you don't have anything to hide, why can't I come in." Viktoria stood up straight and frowned up at her brother. There was plenty she could say about how good, honest men, the kind that Papa likes, don't have these kinds of secrets, but she held her tongue. She didn't actually want him to feel bad about any of this. She just wanted him to admit it and stop being an ass. |
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Post by DMITRI ALEXANDROV on Feb 14, 2014 0:07:40 GMT
"That's what you get for walking around dressed like a tramp." he said with a grin, eyeing her heels before looking her over once more. He could care less about her troubles, right now he was worried about the shit she was going to get him into. The day his father ever had any idea - but he wasn't gay, he thought, he was just... Things were complicated, that was it. He'd be devout and one day he'd be normal.
Today wasn't that day.
"Because I said no, Viktoria. When will you stop being such a pushy су́ка and a proper child?" he asked with a condescending look. He always rubbed it in - he was the favourite, he was the favourite until he remembered what Viktoria knew. But right now he didn't care, he was frustrated and had a pretty blonde boy on the kitchen floor to get back to. "Don't hurt yourself on the way home." he said, nudging her foot out of the door and closing it. The door clicked, and it sounded like it locked - what he didn't know was that the lock hadn't been working for weeks. With a turn and a push, the door would be right open again.
"Sorry kitten," he said, fingers back in Angel's hair, "Where were we?"
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 14, 2014 18:02:25 GMT
Dmitri wasn't any more patient than Angel was - he shut the door and came back to the kitchen. Angel was already kneeling when Dmitri's fingers slipped back into his hair.
"Did you forget already?" He simpered, hands tracing from the small of Dmitri's back to his hips. Angel's tongue peeked out from the playful grin he gave as his fingers hooked in the waistband of his boxers to tug them down.
He didn't mind being Dmitri's secret; he was used to it. Maybe he even liked it, knowing that only he got to see him unrestrained, only he got to make him moan like he did.
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