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The Decay of Angels meeting had gone on for hours. Nikolai listening to the dehydrated rasp of his intimate friends voice talk about the type of bomb he had cooked up to drop before Kamui’s screeching drunk ass had broken in late and Nikolai realized he had only gotten through 45 minutes.
‘The things I do for that guy. I would NEVER be there for Kamui or that casino manager or my dead mom ANY ANY day.’ Ranting aloud staring out the small window of the half underground bunker, Nikolai’s eyes glazed over for a couple minutes. Nothingness overtook his mind and he stopped hearing the slight hitch and sigh of the door creaking in the wind. Truly, the only person in the world for a moment.
‘A CANARY??’ His entire mental crawl forgotten as he began very literally jumping for joy saying things like ‘Sublime!!’’ Excellent!!!’ ‘Do the spin!!’’ Audacious!!!!!!’ ‘Salutations!!!!!!!!!’
Nikolai sat down on the skinny barren twin bed again, worn down from his blabbering session but thoroughly happy.
‘A bit drowsy, maybe? Yes, I am drowsy a bit maybe.’
Laying back only barely bothered by memories of the previous night he spent screaming and kicking the walls unable to fall asleep Nikolai started hazily grinning.
‘Ah,,Fedya,,,,we could go bird watching sometime. I could swipe a cheap,,yes, a cheap pink pair of binoculars and we would go searching in the woods for one. Oh, Fedya couldn’t walk that far. I’ll put him on bedrest one of these days all strapped down to his bed like a pork chop and we’ll stare out the window.’
Giggling and hitting his leg on the wall as he got excited, Nikolai pressed a hand over his mouth as he continued
‘Dashing Dos Kun, he’d know every breed of bird and look at me very very bored as he lists them all out. Oh gosh I really like that Dostoyevsky character huh? Almost too much. Maybe a little too much’
Disquieted by his thoughts and particularly annoyed that his fantasy respite was making him uneasy after such a long day, Nikolai hopped off the bed in one motion. Grabbing a closed plastic bag with a simply comical amount of white powder in it, Nikolai set off out of the underground layer to get some sun and something else.
On top of the hill they were located sat the so talked about Fyodor, who, Nikolai did not dare to think, possibly heard his entire sprawling rant from above ground. No matter.
‘Ah, Dosdos, what brings you to the surface today?’
Fyodor looked over with an uncharacteristically mystified look in his eye.
‘I was just pondering over how much love the Holy Spirit Lord our God showers over all his people.’
Even spending years bullshitting his own emotions could not train Nikolai to answer that sentence.
Suddenly with a lurch Fyodor stood up from his sitting rock, making it only a step before he had to bend down and press his palms into his eye sockets for a minute so he could stop swaying. Anemia had never treated him kindly. Finally walking forward, Fyodor placed a careful hand to Nikolai’s cheek
‘You are so beautiful, Kolya.’
Mouth dropped open from surprise and eyes terribly tearing up at his declaration, Nikolai made a small whimper of surprise as Fyodor pressed a loving kiss right on his lips.
Pulling away, Fyodor smiled
‘God will kiss you like this someday, I seek to imitate him, but I hope it does not mock his ever present spirit with how I have done it.’
Brushing his fingers over his typically bloody lips like a schoolgirl, Nikolai felt Fyodor deserved every response he could give
‘No. You do not mock god. You are the most godly person I have met in my life’
And he was, walking away from a criminal burning alive and still sympathizing with them as blood stuck to his face, Fyodor was almost transparent with the light of the Holy Spirit that surely danced around him
Fyodor kept staring at him, but not really the stare he held when he schemed about how to kill small children the easiest, he looked straight into Nikolai’s eyes.
Nikolai stared back, aching with the feeling of how perfectly he could feel for Fyodor. How he could feel. Feel. He was definitely feeling. Oh okay. Oh my. Oh me oh my, even.
Nikolai yanked Fyodor’s shoulders to his so fast the man stumbled heavily and his knees knocked against Nikolai’s own, accidentally stepping on his foot.
So Nikolai committed and kissed Fyodor’s startled open lips as hard as a Ukrainian man with heavy terrorist crimes could manage (Very hard). And when Fyodor’s fingers clenched into the fabric of his overcoat, up to his nails being swallowed into his pocket dimension for a moment, Nikolai slowly knelt them down.
Fyodor was still kissing him in his twisted God loving church boy way, probably taking sadistic pleasure in Nikolai’s increased frustration as he started to bend Fyodor backwards with how hard he pushed against him.
Quickly realizing that he had enough and he was bored and his eyes were still welling up but just a little a weensy bit this time Nikolai snapped onto the first instinct he had
Fyodor’s bottom lip bled in slow drops onto Nikolai’s own. Slow like molasses. Like tar that Nikolai had poured onto an unsuspecting business man a couple days before. He had seen his hands struggling to reach forward behind his eyes last night. He had laughed suddenly and reflected shamefully on what a huge faker he was before Fyodor had started talking at the meeting this morning.
Snapped back into reality. Fyodor had just gone ‘eek!’ In a very confusing tone, so Nikolai opened his eye to see blood dripping from not just his lips, but teeth marks indented all over his chin and both cheeks. Nikolai’s eyes opened wider as he realized the marks were not fading away immediately, and that the groove of his incisor had come dangerously close to Fyodor’s long eyelashes. Ah.
Big score!! Fyodor’s blood was not coming out slowly anymore. It rushed down Nikolai’s shirt and made it stick to him in the odd way that was the very familiar way that blood made clothing stick to your skin and not come out.
Fyodor’s lips were moving though, Nikolai felt terrible ignoring an audience and Fedya of all audiences but as he tuned back in he realized no sound was coming out. Fyodor’s bent swooping eyelashes were illuminated each by the sun. He was looking upwards to the clouds in the sky.
He was srs praying rn.
Nikolai gripped his honestly quite stupid looking and unfashionable shirt tightly in his hands. Leaning over to stare into Fyodor’s unblinking eyes he slowly dipped them both down more and more until Fyodor’s back hit the long grass.
Quietly, like he was walking towards a small bird waiting for it to run, Nikolai grazed his clothed cock against Fyodor’s. Fyodor’s eyes finally flicked with surprise as Nikolai suddenly shoved them closed with his thumbs, blinding him, wondering if he could squish one flat before either of them could cum.
It was in the middle of this musing that Fyodor finally spoke
‘There is something wrong with it’
He’s always playing a game, Nikolai thought. Almost a bigger jester than himself
‘With what, dear Fedya?’
‘Your penis.’
Nikolai paused.
‘Is it,,,,small?’
Nikolai was always open for criticism, and he would never put Fedya dearest below him ever ever, but this was perplexing. Especially considering Fyodor’s cock was a good 3 inches shorter than his. This was not showboating, it was just quite noticeable given the circumstance of their positions.
‘There is,,,,no, maybe,,,,,Kolya, do you not shave your pubic hairs?’
‘I in fact shaved them about a week ago.’
It was quite unpleasant. Let us just say that the trope of a teenage boy getting cuts across his face as he didn’t know how to shave correctly because of poor fatherly guidance had become reality on Nikolai’s dick 8 days before. They had mostly closed but really started stinging like paper cuts when he first pressed his cock against Fyodor’s. But that wouldn’t be noticeable from his perspective, right?
‘Oh deary me. Kolya, I mean no offense to you as a man for this’
Nikolai gulped and squished at Fyodor’s eye sockets like they were a stress toy
‘But I need to know.’
‘Are you circumcised?’
It must give one pause in moments like this, Nikolai thought, that this situation was actually giving him a little deja vu.
‘No, Fedya, I am not circumcised’
Fyodor’s still quite bloody lips pursed in response, the liquid still bleeding from them making a slapping sound as they puckered in disgust.
‘We must fix this at once.’
‘How,,,,,,?’ Unable to finish his sentence, Nikolai felt Fyodor take the end of the overcoat that he had been holding and dragged it between them so it swallowed just the tip of Nikolai’s dick. He had put it in there a couple times for fun, but it is truly sobering to feel just part of it disappear into the fabric. Maybe abilities were an ungodly curse like Fyodor said. Shit, maybe terrorism was bad. At this point let’s go crazy with the ideologies why don’t we
‘Kolya.’ It was a very commanding tone.
‘Release the overcoat so this part of you cannot taint your godly body any longer.’
Nikolai did not want to be under anyone’s control. He should not have wanted anything with Fyodor, but with him it was like jumping off the edge of a fairly tall building, it made him loopy and then it made him break his leg which maybe he wanted anyways.
Being around Fyodor could be another reliance that he cut from himself. Like covers for his bed. Or Benadryl.
‘Kolya, would you?’
The tip of his cock made a fwip sound as it landed on the grass beside their heads.
Nikolai backed up frantically as he watched blood trail from the slice on his dick as he struggled uselessly away.
Reaction delayed, Nikolai took the crack bag back out of his pocket and with shaking hands pried it open as the burning sensation from below built and he stuck his entire nose inside to sniff deeply.
Small chuckling noises and his vision going haywire were the last things he sensed before everything went numb and black.