Pride in One's Work
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wordsontongueTitle: Pride in One's Work
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savageseraph
Characters: Nikolai Luzhin/Alec Trevelyan
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Beta:caras_galadhon
Prompt(s): #8: ribald
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or their worlds. I just play with them from time to time for my own amusement.
Summary: Alec is determined to see that Nikolai gets what he deserves.
Alec knocked back a shot of vodka as he watched Nikolai from across the crowded pub. He didn't think Nikolai knew he was being sized up; but the man was too cagey for his own good, and Alec took nothing for granted. Men who relied on assumptions didn't last long in their line of work.
It was why Alec didn't assume the man with Nikolai was drunk, despite his overly expansive gestures and the fact he was more than slightly unsteady on his feet. So he watched as the man knocked back vodka after vodka. He watched until he was sure Nikolai's companion was as drunk as he seemed.
Maybe it was the drink, maybe just a complete absence of anything resembling common sense, maybe both, that drove the man to lean into Nikolai in an entirely too-familiar way. His lips seemed to brush Nikolai's ear and cheek as he spoke to him, and Alec saw Nikolai's jaw tense, his fingers curl into a fist to keep him from wiping away any sign of the other man's attentions when he pulled back slightly. The arm around Nikolai's shoulders slipped to his waist, where it tightened possessively just before they headed to the men's room.
Alec's eyes narrowed as he imagined that buffoon pulling Nikolai into a cramped and dirty stall, shoving him down on the toilet. He growled softly as he imaged him unzipping, thrusting into Nikolai's mouth over and over again, making him choke on his cock and then on his come.
Crude and fumbling and pathetically comical. Nikolai deserved better than that, and Alec was going to have to be the man to give it to him.
He'd wait until Nikolai was in the shower, scrubbing off the grime of his awkward groping, before he let himself into Nikolai's flat. He'd wait until Nikolai was clean, before shoving him down on his decadently high-threadcount sheets. He'd wait until stroking and sucking had Nikolai pleading for his cock before he gave it to him.
A man should take pride in his work, no matter his vocation. Whether fucking or killing, the task didn't matter. Alec always treated it with the respect and reverence it deserved.
Author:
savageseraphCharacters: Nikolai Luzhin/Alec Trevelyan
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Beta:
caras_galadhonPrompt(s): #8: ribald
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or their worlds. I just play with them from time to time for my own amusement.
Summary: Alec is determined to see that Nikolai gets what he deserves.
Alec knocked back a shot of vodka as he watched Nikolai from across the crowded pub. He didn't think Nikolai knew he was being sized up; but the man was too cagey for his own good, and Alec took nothing for granted. Men who relied on assumptions didn't last long in their line of work.
It was why Alec didn't assume the man with Nikolai was drunk, despite his overly expansive gestures and the fact he was more than slightly unsteady on his feet. So he watched as the man knocked back vodka after vodka. He watched until he was sure Nikolai's companion was as drunk as he seemed.
Maybe it was the drink, maybe just a complete absence of anything resembling common sense, maybe both, that drove the man to lean into Nikolai in an entirely too-familiar way. His lips seemed to brush Nikolai's ear and cheek as he spoke to him, and Alec saw Nikolai's jaw tense, his fingers curl into a fist to keep him from wiping away any sign of the other man's attentions when he pulled back slightly. The arm around Nikolai's shoulders slipped to his waist, where it tightened possessively just before they headed to the men's room.
Alec's eyes narrowed as he imagined that buffoon pulling Nikolai into a cramped and dirty stall, shoving him down on the toilet. He growled softly as he imaged him unzipping, thrusting into Nikolai's mouth over and over again, making him choke on his cock and then on his come.
Crude and fumbling and pathetically comical. Nikolai deserved better than that, and Alec was going to have to be the man to give it to him.
He'd wait until Nikolai was in the shower, scrubbing off the grime of his awkward groping, before he let himself into Nikolai's flat. He'd wait until Nikolai was clean, before shoving him down on his decadently high-threadcount sheets. He'd wait until stroking and sucking had Nikolai pleading for his cock before he gave it to him.
A man should take pride in his work, no matter his vocation. Whether fucking or killing, the task didn't matter. Alec always treated it with the respect and reverence it deserved.
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