Part V
Still, he couldn't say he was happy right now. Strangely enough
Alexei found himself struggling with not only his normal helping of
confusions about his recent actions but also feeling mild twinges
of a most unfamiliar emotion... guilt. The focal point that this
whirlwind of passions pivoted around was sitting on the other side
of this darkened pub drinking way too much. Richard Sharpe was
attempting to drown his problems in rum and ice.
Lord but Sharpe looked more attractive than a man in his state
should. He wore exhaustion and grief better than anyone Alexei had
ever met before. The darkness below his eyes and his unshaven state
highlighted Richard's finely cut features. His dusty-gold hair was
mussed and falling forward in a manner that made Alex's fingers
twitch with the urge to reach out and touch. The man's normally
soldier stiff posture had collapsed into a drunken slump.
Sharpe had to be in bad shape not to notice that he'd been under
surveillance for more than two days now. Alex was obsessing. He
realised that. He knew it was foolish to linger in London without
orders. It was idiotic to ghost around the area where so many
British agents were concentrated. It was absolutely suicidal to
follow Richard around considering their track record but at this
very moment Alexei couldn't bring himself to care. At first he'd
only wanted to see his former lover, to simply catch a glimpse and
take a moment to tell himself that Sharpe wasn't worth the
heartache he'd been feeling since they parted. Richard wasn't even
his preferred physical type. Alex was constantly on the lookout for
a sophisticated, dark-haired beauty like Vasili had been.
Unfortunately that one brief look at his golden soldier hadn't
extinguished the flames of his desire but instead it had stoked
them. Richard was more than a body type. He was the first man that
Alex had said 'I love you' to without being under coercion or while
attempting to gain an advantage. He was an icon for everything that
Alexei wanted but knew he didn't deserve and would never have. It
stirred his frozen soul and burned his eyes to even look at his old
lover. How could he have walked away from a person that made him
feel so alive?
Alexei mentally ticked off yet another shot just as the handsome
blonde stacked one more empty glass on the pile in front of him.
Well, at least he attempted to stack it. Richard's aim, dulled by
four hours in the pub, caused his arm to bump the low tower and
sent the small tumblers skittering across the tabletop. The tipsy
man's drinking partner was fast enough to keep them from smashing
to the floor but dregs of the dark liquid smeared across the
surface.
Alex's upper lip curled at the sight, it reminded him to the fact
that the brawny, curly haired man was his replacement. He was now
the one who had the privilege to stand at Sharpe's back in the
field. He was Richard's second, a position Alexei had been forced
to abdicate less than a year ago. According to the files Alex had
hacked into the bastard's name was Patrick Harper. He and the rest
of Sharpe's team were some of the roughest men in special ops.
Richard's chance at Command's premier team had been lost last year
when it had been discovered that Richard's partner, Alexander
Andrews, was a double agent.
The waitress appeared with an empty tray and cleared the table off.
Even Alexei, despite being on the far side of the pub, could hear
her weary refusal as Sharpe ordered another round. "I'm sorry
Richard, but you've had enough." The woman denied his demand. "Why
don't you go home and sleep it off?"
Sharpe leaned back. His palms ran up over his eyes and forehead
before threading his fingers into his hair. "I don' wanna to go
home. S'too quiet there." His northern pronunciations were
exaggerated even further by his condition. "I wanna another drink."
He amended.
"Come on Major. It's late and I'm tired." Sharpe's second heaved
himself up and out of his chair. "You can crash on our couch.
Ramona's not like to mind." Harper offered.
The possibility of yet another opportunity slipping away was now
thrust into his face. Alexei self-consciously patted the reassuring
bulge of his gun inside his jacket then shoved upright. If it meant
he'd have to plug a bullet into Harper's brain in order to talk to
his Dickin one more time Alex was willing. The barmaid had
abandoned the pair of soldiers leaving a vacant spot at Richard's
side. Alex ghosted up into that void. Dread twisted the Russian's
stomach and his nerves were strung tight against the possible need
to flee. He caught Harper's confused glare at the intrusion but
dismissed the frown as unimportant. Alex realised what kind of
picture he must be presenting with his thuggish black leather
clothes, long hair, and hungry expression. Still, unless the bigger
man made a threatening move Alex would ignore him. Richard wouldn't
approve of an unnecessary murder. Alexei didn't say anything. He
simply leaned down to rest against the sticky tabletop and waited
to test his former lover's mood.
Richard's gaze finally drifted in the right direction. It caught on
the scuffed cuffs of Alex's jacket then followed the shadowy line
upward. Harper was squaring his shoulders, preparing for a brawl by
the time Sharpe's pale eyes reached the newcomer's face. Richard's
brow furrowed and he blinked, absently rubbing his eyes to insure
they weren't deceiving him. A fleeting flash of anger clouded his
expression before his body collapsed back against the arms of his
chair.
"Fuck it. I should kick your ass but I can't be bothered." Richard
announced with a dismissive sigh. "What the hell are you doing
here, Xander?"
Alex almost grinned at hearing his old nickname pass Richard's
lips. He'd feared meeting an impenetrable wall of hostility, had
fully intended to batter himself bloody against the other's anger
if that's what was required. "I was in Europe." The Russian
admitted. "I heard what happened."
"You never liked Teresa, Xander. Cut the crap." Sharpe snapped. His
hand reached then clenched at the discovery that no alcohol
remained. "I don't need any bullshit sympathy from you." Sharpe
caved forward to rest his face in his hands, hiding his expression.
"Blew her up." The mumble barely escaped. " How could she die that
way? There wasn't a bomb that Teresa couldn't defuse."
Alexei refrained from arguing the obvious. His design had been a
masterpiece. It had contained more redundant systems and false
timers than the Spanish munitions expert had ever come up against.
The device's primary purpose had been to invite tampering then
activate. That bitch had taken away Alexei's dreams of hooking up
with Richard, of breaking out of his multi-personality life and
making a stand. She'd stolen away Alex's first and only love
without a wisp of remorse. He considered it only fair that she pay
the price for her year of pilfered happiness.
Harper cleared his throat noisily. He was hitching his sleeves in
silent warning.
"I'm an old friend of Richard's." Alexei finally acknowledged the
other's presence. Now was not the time for fighting with this man.
"Krycek." He chose to offer up his most recently acquired alias.
"Alex Krycek." His hand extended to Harper. "Nice to meet you." He
lied in a falsified American accent.
Narrowed eyes studied the stranger carefully but he consented to
shake hands. "Patrick Harper. I work with the Major."
An Irishman, Alex judged. He'd used a lighter version of that same
accent during his stint at Richard's side. How cruel was it to give
Sharpe an actual Irish second especially when the counterfeit one
had ran off? Someone at Command must have laughed their ass off at
that little prank. Alexei pulled away from the handshake. "I'll see
to Richard from here on out. Why don't you go home?" He dismissed
the big man then dropped to a squat beside the blonde's chair.
Alexei's voice dropped into a provocative whisper. "I've a car
outside, Dickin." His hand coasted up the inside Sharpe's leg. Alex
wasn't sure if the tremble he was feeling was his own or Richard's.
"Go away, Xander." Richard shook his head, denying the blaze that
had sprung up between them at contact. "I'm not done drinking."
"There's a bar in my hotel room." Alex bribed. "C'mon with me and
we'll have a talk. I know you want me to explain some things to
you." His chest was aching it was so tight. "Please Dickin."
Richard looked over and snarled. "My wife is dead." He shifted,
ineffectively attempting to halt the other's intrusive caress under
the table.
"I know." Alexei stated flatly. I killed her. The temptation was
there to mouth the customary 'I'm sorry' but he couldn't force that
particular lie out of his tight throat. Besides, Richard would
never believe the sentiment.
"Like you care." Sharpe accused.
"You want me to take you home, Major?" Harper continued to linger,
attempting to decide for himself whether his friend needed his help
with the newcomer or not.
"I loved her." The declaration seemed to come out of nowhere. "You
were wrong, Xander. I really did love her." His tone was vaguely
desperate, attempting to convince either Alex or himself. "I know
what you thought. It wasn't like that. Not completely." He sighed,
looking reluctantly into the younger man's eyes for the first time.
The Englishman's hand lifted and his fingertips brushed across
Alex's jaw. "You shouldn't be here, pretty Xander." Richard warned.
The gentle contact set off fireworks under his skin. Richard still
wanted him. "I couldn't stay away any longer. I didn't want to stay
away this long." Alex whispered urgently, trying to get across how
frantic he was with only his voice and his fingers stroking up the
denim of the other's inner leg. "I didn't want to leave. It was a
mistake, Dickin. Both of us made mistakes but we could've worked
through it. I was just so angry." He should have stayed to fight
Teresa for Richard's affection when their rivalry came to a head.
How could he have been so stupid, so emotionally volatile? He'd
blown the opportunity of a lifetime. "Oh God, please Dickin, give
me some of your time." Alexei rocked forward onto his toes to press
his cheek against the elder man's sleeve. "I've missed you so
much."
The caress began tentatively but Richard's fingers slid up to tease
through Alexei's fine, dark hair. "I've missed you too, sweet
thing." He finally admitted.
Harper made a grumpy, growling sound at the unexpected intimacy the
two men were showing towards each other then withdrew, leaving them
alone. He crossed the room to loaf at the bar, still wary of what
was occurring.
"You shouldn't even be in England, Xander." Sharpe repeated. "Pat
may not know who you are but...shite, Baby. They'll lock you up and
throw away the key if they find out you're here."
"You gonna rat me out, Soldier boy?" Alexei's laugh held a hint of
nervousness. He was in London without permission from his boss. If
Nicki had to bail him out of trouble because of this little
escapade there would be hell to pay.
Richard continued to ramble. "They'll bust me down to scrubbing
piss stalls if they find out I saw yer and didn't turn yer in.
They'll fuckin' disappear me. They almost did when it came out
'xactly who yer were. Nicola Romanov's protégé. My second in
command... a bloody Russian mafia Prince. How could you tell me such
lies? How could you leave me to face that kind of shit-storm?" He
stalled out in the middle of his diatribe to stare down at the
other. He gasped down a mouthful of air as Alex's hand worked
mischief in the darkness under the table. "Teresa burned up
everything you left behind, destroyed every picture I had of yer,
Xander. Command has me locked out of yer file. Son'bitch, I'd
forgotten how bloody stunning you were." Sharpe traced a reverent
finger over his former lover's parted lips, which Alexei obediently
sucked into his mouth. "God, I missed you. I'd wake up aching,
screamin' yer name. Teresa would smash things and storm out. I
looked but you'd disappeared. I almost quit the Force but I
couldn't find hide 'ner hair of you and Teresa, well she...Christ
I've missed you, Baby."
The Russian shivered and eased back slightly, releasing Sharpe's
finger with nip of teeth on skin. That was exactly what he wanted
to hear. "Come back to my hotel with me, Dickin." Alexei pleaded.
"Nobody has to know this time. Just vanish with me for a few days.
No Romanov shit. No Forces shit. Just you and me for a couple of
days. You could tell them you don't remember anything after you got
drunk. We won't talk if that's what you want. We'll just fuck each
other raw then I'll go away."
Richard's left hand shot out to tighten painfully, digging into the
worn leather covering Alex's shoulder. "I don't want you to leave."
He hissed. "You'll stay. You said you wanted to stay with me
before. I was so stupid. I won't let you go this time."
"You know it's more complicated than that, Dickin-honey." Alexei
murmured. "Just come back to my room, Lover. We'll think in the
morning." He rose, pulling the older man up with him. "C'mon
Gorgeous. I've missed you so much." Walking backwards, Alexei drew
Sharpe towards the door. He spared a brief glance to assure himself
that Harper was taking no alarm at the situation then led the
blonde out into the night.
Richard remained strangely quiet during the trip to Alexei's hotel.
The soldier kept his eyes and one of his hands on his former lover
for most of the voyage. Even through the lobby and in the elevator
Sharpe was unwilling to relinquish his grip as if he feared the
other man would vanish into smoke. The continuous contact raised a
few eyebrows but Alex didn't even consider complaining about the
possessive action, instead he let the sensation wrap around him
like a warm blanket.
The silence continued until the door to Alexei's room was safely
closed and the rest of the world bolted out. Alex leaned against
the barricade to reality and stared across at the man who'd been
haunting his dreams for so long now. "If you still need it... there
really is a bar." He gestured absently over Richard's shoulder.
Sharpe head shook briefly and he pressed tightly into the younger
man's body, sharing Alex's breath. "Bed." Their lips didn't quite
brush.
That single word, Richard's first since leaving the pub sent a
wracking shiver down Alexei's spine. He arched into the other's
body as if lightening had struck. The urge to babble pressed at the
back of his throat but Alex had swore to himself that no Russian
would pass his lips to remind Sharpe of who he really was. "This
way." He edged past, drawing Richard after him into the dimly
illuminated suite. Alex was light-headed from a lack of oxygen by
the time they reached the side of the massive mattress. He had to
remind himself to breath. So much could go wrong with a single
misspoken word from either of them. "Dickin."
"Baby." Richard's hands slid inside Alex's jacket to smooth across
his ribs, up his shoulder and brush away the covering garment. It
hit the floor with a dull thud and Alexei found himself wrapped
into a crushing embrace.
The Russian pressed his face into the feathery blonde hair and
inhaled. Their time apart dissolved as the familiar scent of his
lover filled his lungs. Alex clung, squeezing his eyes tightly shut
to better appreciate the heat of Richard's lean frame against his
own.
It couldn't last. Alcohol stole Sharpe's strength while impatience
tore at Alexei. When Richard tugged, indicating he needed to sit
down Alex let him. The Russian then proceeded, with eager fingers,
to rip away the fabric covering the skin he'd missed so much.
Richard's jacket peeled away with little struggle, as did the heavy
shirt he wore.
"Stop. Take off 'your' clothes first, Xander." The complete
sentence was a shock despite how soft Sharpe's voice was. "Strip
for me." Richard moved to lay back on the dark bedspread and stared
up his companion.
"Anything you want." The offer came so easily to his lips even
after all this time. Alexei backed up a few steps, placing himself
in the thin glow that came in through the wide windows. The spy
sucked in a deep breath and held it. He concentrated on relaxing
his tightly strung muscles into a looser, more inviting posture.
Most of his weight settled to one side allowing the opposite hip to
jut out. Alex skated his palms up the outside of his legs then
coasted them over his sharp hips. He gave in to the urge to groan
out his excitement and thrust slightly into the sparse contact. The
button on his pants flicked open easily. Grabbing two handfuls of
fabric Alex began teasing the ebony fabric of his shirt up to
reveal pale skin. The turtleneck briefly snagged at his chin but a
good hard tug soon freed him. The action left his shaggy hair
dishevelled, falling into his eyes. He let the material fall nearby
rather than flinging it away.
"Pretty thing." Richard commented in a breathy whisper.
Alex scraped his bangs back attempting to toss the untidy mess into
place. His hair had never been this long before but his last
assignment had required it. Alexei then let his fingertips trail
down once more. He paused to pinch his stiffened nipples and let
out a faint sigh of pleasure. While his hands roamed over his ribs
and chest Alex shifted foot to foot in order to toe off his short
boots. When the edge of one of his nails dug in to leave a long
reddened welt from his nipple to his belly button it caused a thick
hiss of arousal.
Alexei peered from under his lashes to see if the performance was
affecting Richard as much as himself. The soldier was laying
sprawled on the wide bed, arms thrown wide in a careless posture
but he was far from indifferent to the younger man. Sharpe's light
eyes were glittering fiercely in the half-light of the bedroom and
his hips were rocking almost unconsciously, displaying the
tightness across his groin.
"Keep going, Sweet thing." Richard encouraged. "Show me how bad you
want it."
"Bastard." Alexei cursed in an undertone making the older man
chuckle. He turned away and stretched expansively, reaching for the
ceiling to show off the definition of his back then bending to
remove his socks and display his ass. Staying turned away, Alex
straightened and the sound of his zipper coming down was all the
act Richard was gifted with for a few moments. The Russian massaged
his erection and squirmed his leather pants down past his hips with
his back still turned.
"Show me." The blonde on the bed demanded, a little louder this
time. "Let me see you, Xander baby."
Alexei turned in place, pulling his trousers down with snaking
squirms. He was loosing patience with this part of the game. He
wanted to lay hands on Richard not himself. Alex kicked out of the
last of his clothes and jumped to land on the foot of the large
bed. In a final nod to Sharpe's request he knelt up and struck a
pose before laughing and crawling up the other man's body. "I'll
show you how much I want you, you Bastard." The threat growled out
as Richard continued to lay passively under him. Alexei snapped
with his teeth, catching the collar of the other's t-shirt and
lifting it away from his skin. Supporting himself on his knees the
Russian caught hold of the thin fabric and put all his strength
into splitting it apart. The angry tearing noise made Sharpe's hips
buck up, pressing his groin hard to Alex's.
Shoving back the torn edges of shirt Alexei swooped down and
latched his mouth onto one of Richard's nipples while his fingers
set to memorizing every angle and curve of his shoulders, chest and
ribs once more. Alex bit down just enough to provoke a tiny groan
of protest then used his tongue to apologise for the spike of pain.
He ran his mouth across the heaving chest, lapping up stale sweat
eagerly along the way. Richard's second nipple received the same
treatment. Alex's chin dug in slightly as he looked up to gauge his
lover's reaction. "You like?"
"Hmm...Yeah."
Richard's smile was like a blessing. Alexei felt light-headed and
bursting with exhilaration. His mouth watered uncontrollably and he
fell to feasting on the salty skin laid out before him once more.
Nothing had tasted this good since his last morning in Richard's
bed. Nothing had felt this good in so long it almost made him cry.
"Want you. Need you." Alex whispered against the hot flesh. "Wanna
spend the rest of my life worshipping your cock."
"Jesus, Xander." Sharpe shuddered underneath him.
"Missed you." Alexei buried his face in the curve of his lover's
throat, practically burrowing into the other man. Following the
line of skin up his tongue was soon flickering over Richard's ear
and the sensitive skin behind it. Simple English couldn't convey
enough. "Mon soldat d'or. Je t'aime." Surely Dickin couldn't object
to French. He likely even understood it to some degree. "Je veux
restes avec tu."
Richard moaned, arching into the contact. "Xander, precious."
The endearment pulled at Alexei's attention, drawing him away from
his feasting so he could look into the older man's eyes. His hands
skimmed up, tangling into Richard's hair and pulling their mouths
together. As wondrous as Sharpe's skin had been to taste nothing
compared to kissing his lover. Alex undulated against the slick
body under him clutching at Richard so as little space as humanly
possible remained between them. He licked across those succulent
lips tasting before pressing their mouths together. Sharpe was
almost grinning at the fervour his lover was displaying. Alexei
smiled back then nipped.
"Vicious beast." Richard accused gently.
Alex chuckled and pressed for contact again. He licked, attempting
to part Sharpe's lips. When Richard's mouth opened under his Alexei
groaned and attempted to draw the other's soul out through the
contact. His tongue flicked inside to taste every bit of Sharpe's
essence. He sucked, urging his lover to return the intimacy. A low
whine came from Alex's throat. The Russian continued to mash their
lips together until the need for air demanded they separate. "Love
you." He proclaimed breathlessly. "Loved you since that first time
in the library." More desperate kisses were stolen. "Gonna make you
feel so good. Move like..." Alex snatched after pillows and wrestled
Richard into a slightly elevated position.
Once the older man was settled comfortably Alexei returned to
licking his entire torso while moving his hands to pluck at
Sharpe's jeans. "Need more skin." It was almost like a wrestling
match dragging the creased denim off Richard while not wanting to
draw too far away. When one sock was flung away and Alex sucked a
toe into the heat of his mouth the soldier let out a surprised
yelp. He repeated the action on the other foot then worked his way
up the blonde's long legs. His hands slipped inside the leg
openings to knead at the slick skin while he wetly mouthed the
front of Richard's underwear.
"Bloody hell." The soldier cursed and his hand dropped down to
curve around the younger man's skull. Richard was rock hard and
straining the thin material. The head of his erection poked up from
under the waistband yearning for more direct stimulation. His legs
were trembling despite the weight on them.
"Gorgeous." Alexei announced reverently. His hands cupped the
other's balls inside the dampening shorts. "I remember the smell of
you. I would dream about it and wake up so hot it hurt." He
murmured. "Nobody filled me up like you." Alex curled his hands
into the underwear from the inside and dragged it down and off.
"Filled my body." His palms slid back up, massaging as they moved.
"Tu aves rempli mon ame." The Russian gazed up into Richard's face
attempting to convey his adoration. The emotion he saw there was
almost satisfying enough. His dark green eyes dropped back down to
the nude body under him.
Sharpe's erection bobbed, leaking precum like an invitation. Alexei
wrapped a hand around the base to steady it and lapped at the hot
liquid. Richard let out a strangled shout and slammed a fist down.
"Please Xander, do it."
Alexei licked his lips to wet them then opened his mouth and
swallowed the other to the root in one slick motion. The
satisfaction he got from sucking Richard down was primal. The trust
suggested by this act combined with a weird sense of worship he
felt hit the Russian at an elementary level. Alex squeezed his eyes
shut tight and concentrated on his other senses; Sharpe's hitching
gasps, the way Richard's pubic hair tickled his nose, the strong
aroma filling his nostrils.
When his partner started to shiver in anticipation of a quick
release Alex pulled off and lowered his attentions. He mouthed
first one then the other of Richard's balls, soaking and softening
them.
"Tease." Sharpe accused weakly, without really meaning it. It
hadn't been so long that he'd forgotten that Alex liked to draw him
to the edge and back several times before coming through. Feet flat
on the bedspread, Richard edged his legs wider apart and his hips
tipped up. He was silently inviting a particular act that he never,
in all their time together, verbally requested.
Alexei drew back slightly, wiping his dripping chin against the
inside of Richard's leg. His eyes drifted open. His cheek was
rubbing, catlike, against the lightly furred, dampened skin of that
same inner leg. "Dickin?" Alex blew a bit of warm air across the
weeping erection in front of him. "Dickin, me darlin''?"
Sharpe's response was slow in coming and strangled with emotion.
"What?"
Alex trailed a finger down the crease, brushing it across the
entrance to the older man's body. "You've such a fine ass, mon
soldat d'or. Can I taste it?"
Richard let out a thick, wordless moan and spread his legs even
further apart. At the first touch of Alexei's tongue a shudder hard
enough to rock the bed under them tore through his prone form.
Alex made a delighted sound and pressed harder, pushing inside the
older man. He had to grab hold of Sharpe to keep him from
convulsing away from the action. When Vasili had first forced him
into doing this years ago Alexei had hated it, vomiting afterward,
but doing it to Richard was something entirely different. Hearing
the hiss of desire it provoked and feeling the soul-shaking
trembling under his fingers shot such a thick surge of pleasure
through Alex he couldn't resist. The taste didn't even bother him
anymore. It was completely intoxicatingly Dickin.
"Son. Of. A. Bitch. XANDER!" Sharpe screamed out, clawing the
bedspread and attempting to arch off the mattress.
Alexei hung on, fucking his lover with his tongue and breathing
erratically through his nose. He continued until Richard was rigid
as steel, right on the edge, then pulled his face away abruptly.
Alex used one hand to force the older man back down onto the bed
and the other to squeeze hard at the base of Richard's erection,
confining his balls to prevent release. "Don't you dare!" The
Russian warned in a voice that could make hardened criminals' wet
their pants.
"Motherfucker!" Sharpe cursed him, almost whimpering.
"Been there. Done that." The spy admitted, crawling up the other's
body. "Like fucking with you better." Still containing Richard's
near orgasm he demanded a kiss, clamping down on the panting mouth
below him.
Sharpe surged to life with a vengeance. His arms, which had been
thrown wide, wrapped up and around Alexei, squeezing desperately.
They rolled and the younger man was pinned down to the bed. Richard
seized control of the kiss, shoving his tongue into Alex's mouth
and almost biting him. He shifted from holding to mauling the body
under him. His thumbs dug into pale flesh, bruising one hip and the
soft skin below Alexei's right ear. The Russian went practically
limp under his ferocious assault.
The kiss broke with a snarl and Richard dragged his mouth across
the other's cheek, down his chin and burrowed into his throat where
his teeth finally broke skin.
Alex yelped, threw his head back even further and his spine bowed
up to dig his hips into his lover. "Do it! Mark me, Dickin. Own
me." He babbled, his earlier vow shredded. "Ya liubliu tebia, moi
Dickin. Ebat, ya khachoo tebia." Alexei let out a tearing moan as
the older man suckled at the blood his efforts had brought the
surface.
Sharpe's mouth drew away and he slammed Alex flat down on to the
bed by sitting on him. The Russian watched through watering eyes as
Richard's tongue flicked out and cleaned up a faint smear of red
from his lips. The sight made him quake. They held stares only a
moment before that blonde head dropped once more, this time to
latch onto one of Alexei's tight nipples. The Russian barely felt
the hand that forced his tense legs to part. Sharpe's fingers ran a
quick swipe up and over Alex's cock, not giving any friction,
merely collecting the moisture seeping out. He couldn't miss the
pressure at his ass however as one damp fingertip pressed,
demanding entrance. Richard immediately distracted him by clamping
down with his teeth on the small nub in his mouth. Alexei didn't
hear his own scream; he just knew that his throat was suddenly raw
from use.
"Dickin, ty svoloch!" His voice was torn up as if he'd been
swallowing gravel. "You absolute bastard." Alex repeated, almost
crying for lack of knowing how to process all the emotions ripping
through him. Another finger attempted to push into him making him
squeak with pain. "Slick! In the night table. I can't take... Sukin
syn! Use some grease, Dickin." He insisted urgently. Alexei hadn't
expected things to go this far when he'd gotten dressed earlier. He
hadn't prepared himself for this.
"I'm so stupid." Richard swore vividly, pulling away and lunging
for the drawer at the side of the wide bed. It used to be that his
younger lover came to him already slicked. Time had blurred details
and he'd forgotten the simple facts of having sex with another man.
Alexei squirmed as his lover's weight lifted away, turning over
onto his stomach. As much as he'd love to look into the other's
face as they fucked Alex wanted depth and power even more. He heard
the night table drawer crash to the floor and Sharpe cursing a low
steady stream made almost incomprehensible by the thickness of his
accent. Alex dropped his shoulders to the bed, shoving his ass up
without modesty, falling unconsciously into a pose his first
instructor had beaten into him.
"Oh my God." Sharpe's body shifted on the mattress as he turned
back to his lover. He froze, inhaling loudly. "Bloody hell, Xander.
Mercy." The next touch he laid on Alexei was staggering in its
gentleness. Warm fingers reverently traced the straining curve of
the Russian's spine. "So beautiful." Richard's hands ran up and
down as if he were a blind man attempting to feel the lines of a
sculpture.
"Don't." Alex whispered. "Don't do this to me." His protest was
weak and he made no move to back up the complaint physically. His
body felt heavy and completely un-muscled under the caresses Sharpe
laid on him. He'd expected a few brief stretches then penetration.
Richard's suddenly transformed attitude was unhinging him.
"I wish you could see yer'self, Xander... Angel." The older man
whispered. He planted a kiss on Alex's tailbone. "You're so fuckin'
stunning like this." Another kiss landed lower, just at the top of
ass-crease. Palms skimmed across his ribs, spine and cheeks. "I
never told yer back then. I should have told yer how I felt. I just
didn't realise how much..."
"Stop." If he heard the words right now they would shatter him.
Alex couldn't bear it. He tensed as if to escape but a gentle press
on his back held him in the blatantly submissive position.
"Sweet, lovely..." Richard's breath was hot and laden with moisture,
tickling right across the dark, puckered opening to Alexei's body
and his completely exposed perineum. "Should've done...should've made
you understand." He kissed first, making the Russian gasp and buck,
then Sharpe's wet tongue flicked out and across the sensitive skin.
"JUST FUCK ME, DAMN IT!" Alexei wailed, his fingers digging into
the material and his entire body vibrating in reaction to the
unexpected intimacy. "Please Dickin, oh please. I can't hold it
back."
"Shush." The soldier soothed. "It's okay, Sweet thing. I got yer."
Slippery fingers replaced steamy breath and Sharpe eased cooling
lubricant into his lover. "Open up for me, Xander. Lemmie in." He
murmured. "I remember, Baby. I remember how much you liked me to
talk to you." Richard indulged him. "I never gave you everthin' you
needed from me. I fucked up so bad." He admitted. "But you should
have come clean with me, Sweet thing." His fingers twisted, drawing
a groan of pleasure from the man in front of him. "Everything you
ever told me was a lie."
"Nyet." Alex protested. "No, no, no." He corrected, forcing himself
back to English. "I didn't lie about what was between us, Dickin.
Swear to God. Nobody told me to fuck you. I wanted you so bad. Just
for me, I wanted you. Aaah!" Alexei bucked and tried to widen his
stance even further but this exact position allowed no freedom of
movement. That was the primary reason Vasili had liked it so much.
"All that time and I never knew who the hell you were." Richard
persisted but as much as his words accused his fingers brought only
blinding pleasure. "Now I know and I don't fuckin' care."
Sharpe's body shifted into position and the taunting touch withdrew
making Alexei whimper at the loss. "Do me, Dickin. I can't wait any
more. Pazhaluysta. Hurry up."
"Promise me. No more lies, Sweet thing." Richard demanded calmly as
his cock finally eased into the younger man's body. He moved
slowly, stretching out above the other as he thrust further in. One
hand ran up Alexei's spine and tangled into the long, dark hair.
The other circled down and under the Russian's waist. "Whoever you
are, whatever you are... we'll work around it. I won't give this up
again. I won't give you up again. Christ, Xander. You feel so
good." Sharpe's hips rocked taking him deeper with every push.
Alex simply hissed out his delight, unable to form coherent words.
When Richard's grip moved and the younger man was dragged up to his
knees a moan rattled through his chest.
"Xander." Sharpe whispered right at his lover's ear. The hand that
had been at Alex's waist drifted up to stroke over his chest. The
other trailed down Alexei's neck, shoulder, ribs and hip to finally
reach forward and wrap around the younger man's stiff erection.
Their precarious balance wouldn't allow for hard thrusting but
Richard continued to rock his hips. Alexei's head fell backwards to
rest on Sharpe's shoulder. "This what you want, Baby?" Richard's
hand coaxed more slippery precum out to ease the friction. "I can
do this all night." He bragged.
Alexei's mouth hung open. He gasped with each jarring stroke,
reaching back to pull their bodies even tighter together. "Mein
Kostbar. Ich liebe dich." No, damn, wrong language. That was two
weeks ago. His brain refused to process properly. Explosions were
firing off randomly inside his head. "Moi zolotoj soldat.
Nuzhdat'sya v chto-libo." Time was stretching and pulling like
elastic. Maybe Richard had told the truth. Hours must be shredding
away while his mind melted. The slow steady slide of flesh on flesh
inside and in front of him was setting his entire body aflame. How
had he dragged himself away from this exquisite man? How had he
lived without these sensations for so many months?
Alex distantly realised he begun whining like a bitch in heat while
his thoughts had spiralled out of control but he couldn't stop
himself. His head rolled back and forth with every gliding shove.
It was taking too long, this was going to kill him it was so
wonderful. Alex's nails dug into his lover's hips demanding more.
"My gorgeous golden soldier." That phrase hit it's mark finally and
Alexei was rewarded with a hooking shove that made his body spasm
with pleasure.
"Whacha want, Xander baby? You want it harder?" Richard's hand
squeezed suddenly, punctuating his question.
"Da. Yeah. Yes!" Alexei scrambled after coherence. "Yes. Harder,
Love. Fuck me blind, Dickin." He begged. "Fuck me harder." His body
writhed, making him difficult to hold.
Without releasing his grip on Alex's cock, Richard shifted his
other arm to shove the younger man back down to his hands and
knees. Sweat was dripping off of Sharpe's forehead to splash
against his lover's back. Alex could have sworn every drop sizzled
and evaporated upon striking his skin.
Richard had fallen silent, unable to speak between gulps of air.
The movement of his hips was vicious enough to push Alexei up
towards the head of the bed. His tormenting hand was demanding that
the younger man rush toward completion.
"Come." The single word panted out, an order.
The crown of Alexei's scalp bumped into the headboard just as his
orgasm began slicing through his body. The Russian screamed, his
frame wracking into convulsions. A distant sensation of pain came
from his hips but it was subsumed by the violent pleasure tearing
through him.
Consciousness had to have deserted him at one point because his
next clear impression was laying flat with his back pasted to the
skin of Richard's chest and stomach. Their bodies had yet to
separate and Alexei couldn't imagine he wanted that to happen
anytime soon.
"Lovely, sexy, beautiful baby." Sharpe's voice lapped over him like
warm ocean waves offering up a steady stream of almost nonsensical
compliments. He was petting Alexei with one hand while the other
held them tight together. "...tight in my arms forever." Richard's
breath fluttered the fine hair by Alex's ear.
"Mmm...this is nice." The Russian murmured, acknowledging the embrace
by snuggling back into it. His eyes were heavy but sleeping would
be such an incredible waste of the brief time he could allow
himself to remain in this living dream.
Richard's lips curved against his lover's skin and his hug
tightened.
At times Alexei wondered that his bones didn't audibly creak from
the punishment he'd put them through. It was best they didn't
however for if the sound were to wake Richard his overdue departure
would be delayed yet again. Over the last two days the spy had
tried several times already to drag himself away from the deceptive
sanctuary of their hotel room. When Sharpe's piercingly clear eyes
pinned him Alex simply lost all will to return to reality but if he
dallied much longer his boss would take it out on his hide.
Earlier that day Alex and Richard had skirted the edge of a fight
when the suggestion of ending the tryst had came up. Both of them
knew they couldn't afford to steal any more time away but the idea
of separation physically pained them both.
It was his place to make the break, Alexei realised. Sharpe might
lose his job if this went on any longer but Alex was under the
threat of torture and possibly death. If Nicki discovered the
extent of her protégé's obsession with his British lover she would
break her whip over his back. That kind of distraction simply was
not permitted within the Family. It was an exploitable weakness.
He written a note while Richard had been in the bathroom this
morning. There was little to the missive beyond the address of a
safe mail drop Alex had in New York and the simple phrase 'I love
you'. He didn't even sign it. There hadn't been time for more
before Sharpe had re-emerged, dripping from a hurried shower to
drag Alexei back down onto the soiled sheets for yet another
session of soul-destroying sex.
So a single sheet of hotel stationary weighed down by a token
offering, his favourite leather jacket, was all the Russian left
for his beloved. It had to be enough, at least until next time,
Alexei promised himself as he silently pulled the door closed
behind him.
Now wasn't that just the thing to chase away a Canadian winter
chill?
Cocoa and cookies time.
Mon soldat d'or. Je t'aime = my golden soldier. I love you
Sharpe's Scoundrel
Absolution
The problem with using so many names and playing at so many
personalities over too few years was that you tended to splinter
slightly inside your own mind. Sometimes, it made for some
extensive, rather twisted internal conversations. Over the course
of the last few days, Alex had been having one such mental debate
with himself on and off. The explosives he'd set had been a study
in overkill. The original object of the exercise had been to
destroy evidence. Somewhere along the way, however, soon after
discovering who was likely to be sent in to disarm the device, Alex
convinced himself that a bit of personal pleasure was in order. It
had been richly satisfying too. After spending months playing the
part of a mindless fuck-toy and whipping post for a circle of
sadistic psychopaths in Canada Alex had enjoyed lashing out at
someone else for a change.
I suppose some translations are in order this episode since Alex was babbling in tongues.
Here's some mangled Russian, French and German.
Je veux restes avec tu. = I want to stay with you
Tu aves rempli mon ame = you fill my soul
Ya liubliu tebia, moi Dickin = I love you, my Dickin
Ebat, ya khachoo tebia = fuck, I need you
ty svoloch = you bastard
Sukin syn = son of a bitch
Pazhaluysta = please
Mein Kostbar. Ich liebe dich = My precious. I love you
Moi zolotoj soldat = my golden soldier
Nuzhdat'sya v chto-libo = I need it
