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wordsontongueTitle: Disguises
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helena_s_renn
Pairing: Alec Trevelyan/Nikolai Luzhin, Alec Trevelyan/Lucifer
Rating: R
Warnings: Dark themes, cruelty, mentions of violence, imminent non-con
Prompt(s): #20: a picture of rusted industrial parts
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: A double, double-cross, and Nikolai is not who he seems.
Alec woke with a splitting headache worse than any hangover and a mouthful of dust. He coughed and spat, realizing as he did it whose Italian shoes he'd just spit upon. Luzhin. Of course. Why else would he be naked, and at the bottom of what looked to be an abandoned strip mine, chained to rusted train parts? There had been anger in the cool blue eyes when Nikolai realized he'd been tagged for death, and some bemusement. And then, that blow to the head. Alec cursed himself for taking that call. The man's unearthly hearing had picked up the slang of Old Moscow, and that was it. He was here for as long as Luzhin allowed him to remain alive, and, for once Alec knew he deserved whatever end was coming. It was his final mistake. There would be rape and beating before the end, he'd heard of this bastard's methods. He should be pissing himself with fear. Instead, he noticed that it was just warm enough that he was sweating, there was a slight breeze, and he was hungry.
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Double-crossed, Nikolai had taken his former handler out with a quick blow with his pistol butt to the back of the head. He should have made it lethal. The man's green-glitter eyes told him he knew too much. Too late to talk him over to his side, he'd discovered that while they were both double agents working for the Yard, it was a front for Alec, who was really Russian mafia where it was the other way around for him. Just another tangled web, another rival to be taken out.
At the last second, he couldn't, brought Alec here as he'd brought so many before, stripped him, chained him wrists and ankles to decaying technology that he remembered as new but a minute ago, in a sense. Seeing that the blond spy was coming to, rebellious as ever, he turned away and strode to the tiny shack, crunching gravel.
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Nikolai was useful, but in the end he was just another front. In the hut, Lou let his over-styled hair grow back, his beard come in, dropped the expensive garb to fall abandoned like rags. What was it to him? The form he wore now was another disguise, but one he was comfortable with, and it would prevent the man from croaking of a heart attack upon looking at him. Ah, there was his long brown robe. Barefoot, Lucifer ambled back outside and squatted down, watcher fashion, just out Alec's range of movement. "Tonight, you serve me, or die." He'd been playing spies for centuries, just to amuse himself in the vastness of time, but there was nothing like one of these creature faced with violation.
Eyes that looked at him from a hundred-year-old weariness didn't even flinch at the superficial changes. "Put a bullet in my brain, and have done with it." When he wanted to, Alec could put plenty of venom into his voice.
Lucifer tilted his head, but otherwise didn't move. "Now you know that's not how it goes." His grin held no humor except cruel.
"I gathered."
The man had been lying on his side in a semi-fetal position. Trying his limbs, Alec heaved himself to his feet. Bruises dotted his skin in a few places, where Nikolai had been forced to drag him. Lovely. He would have many more before long. Lucifer's Bane rose hard and long between his thighs, still invisible inside his long robe what with the crouched position but leaking so much that little runnels ran down and dripped from his man-balls. Lucifer kept his mouth from slavering likewise; he could hardly wait to shove it deep into the man's hot little hole and hear him scream.
Teeth bared, Alec stood defensive, but weaponless. Lou looked him over till a blush bloomed high on the stubbled cheeks. This specimen was particularly fine, and Nikolai/Lucifer had been fond of him, before things went south. It was too bad that his relentless drive and his toxic seed often killed his toy; Lucifer always took the time to have sex with his victims before he killed them. He could rein it in and only shoot the jizz from his human gonads, and not the Hell-spawn making spunk, though it would detract somewhat from his pleasure. He would, if Alec was tough enough not to grovel or snivel. Once in a while he'd even let one get away, if it survived the fucking and was broken enough not to talk, but unbroken enough keep his wits.
Luckily, Lucifer had some talent at reading the thoughts of vulnerable humans and he would know.
Author:
helena_s_rennPairing: Alec Trevelyan/Nikolai Luzhin, Alec Trevelyan/Lucifer
Rating: R
Warnings: Dark themes, cruelty, mentions of violence, imminent non-con
Prompt(s): #20: a picture of rusted industrial parts
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: A double, double-cross, and Nikolai is not who he seems.
Alec woke with a splitting headache worse than any hangover and a mouthful of dust. He coughed and spat, realizing as he did it whose Italian shoes he'd just spit upon. Luzhin. Of course. Why else would he be naked, and at the bottom of what looked to be an abandoned strip mine, chained to rusted train parts? There had been anger in the cool blue eyes when Nikolai realized he'd been tagged for death, and some bemusement. And then, that blow to the head. Alec cursed himself for taking that call. The man's unearthly hearing had picked up the slang of Old Moscow, and that was it. He was here for as long as Luzhin allowed him to remain alive, and, for once Alec knew he deserved whatever end was coming. It was his final mistake. There would be rape and beating before the end, he'd heard of this bastard's methods. He should be pissing himself with fear. Instead, he noticed that it was just warm enough that he was sweating, there was a slight breeze, and he was hungry.
///
Double-crossed, Nikolai had taken his former handler out with a quick blow with his pistol butt to the back of the head. He should have made it lethal. The man's green-glitter eyes told him he knew too much. Too late to talk him over to his side, he'd discovered that while they were both double agents working for the Yard, it was a front for Alec, who was really Russian mafia where it was the other way around for him. Just another tangled web, another rival to be taken out.
At the last second, he couldn't, brought Alec here as he'd brought so many before, stripped him, chained him wrists and ankles to decaying technology that he remembered as new but a minute ago, in a sense. Seeing that the blond spy was coming to, rebellious as ever, he turned away and strode to the tiny shack, crunching gravel.
///
Nikolai was useful, but in the end he was just another front. In the hut, Lou let his over-styled hair grow back, his beard come in, dropped the expensive garb to fall abandoned like rags. What was it to him? The form he wore now was another disguise, but one he was comfortable with, and it would prevent the man from croaking of a heart attack upon looking at him. Ah, there was his long brown robe. Barefoot, Lucifer ambled back outside and squatted down, watcher fashion, just out Alec's range of movement. "Tonight, you serve me, or die." He'd been playing spies for centuries, just to amuse himself in the vastness of time, but there was nothing like one of these creature faced with violation.
Eyes that looked at him from a hundred-year-old weariness didn't even flinch at the superficial changes. "Put a bullet in my brain, and have done with it." When he wanted to, Alec could put plenty of venom into his voice.
Lucifer tilted his head, but otherwise didn't move. "Now you know that's not how it goes." His grin held no humor except cruel.
"I gathered."
The man had been lying on his side in a semi-fetal position. Trying his limbs, Alec heaved himself to his feet. Bruises dotted his skin in a few places, where Nikolai had been forced to drag him. Lovely. He would have many more before long. Lucifer's Bane rose hard and long between his thighs, still invisible inside his long robe what with the crouched position but leaking so much that little runnels ran down and dripped from his man-balls. Lucifer kept his mouth from slavering likewise; he could hardly wait to shove it deep into the man's hot little hole and hear him scream.
Teeth bared, Alec stood defensive, but weaponless. Lou looked him over till a blush bloomed high on the stubbled cheeks. This specimen was particularly fine, and Nikolai/Lucifer had been fond of him, before things went south. It was too bad that his relentless drive and his toxic seed often killed his toy; Lucifer always took the time to have sex with his victims before he killed them. He could rein it in and only shoot the jizz from his human gonads, and not the Hell-spawn making spunk, though it would detract somewhat from his pleasure. He would, if Alec was tough enough not to grovel or snivel. Once in a while he'd even let one get away, if it survived the fucking and was broken enough not to talk, but unbroken enough keep his wits.
Luckily, Lucifer had some talent at reading the thoughts of vulnerable humans and he would know.
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