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FISSIONMAILED: Apartment complex

Well Ivan certainly didn't remember leaving the door to his apartment wide open, just beckoning squatters to come shit on his carpet--or even worse, eat his food.

Not that they weren't all squatters here anyway. Ivan crouched down near the door frame, pulling out his tranquilizer gun. He peered over the threshold, and took a chance, hoping his dog was still here--and still alive.

"Galina! Here girl!"

When he heard the familiar patter and panting he sighed in relief, ruffling her ears when she was close enough, "Good girl." Curse himself for smiling at a time like this.

Slightly more confident now with his canine comrade, Ivan entered the dark apartment, keeping his footsteps quiet and his tranquilizer at the ready.

And he almost immediately tripped over his own dirty laundry, screaming in the process of mid-falling terror. Luckily his amazing acrobatic skills (catching himself on the dresser) came to the rescue.

Moving forward towards the center of the room Ivan could hear--breathing. He baited his breath, trying to hold back any instincts to just start shooting up the place. He was fueled by a sort of cocktail of terror and anger--how dare somebody come waltzing into his apartment thinking they own the goddamn place?!

He padded closer, towards the sounds of life--they must be on the couch, since he just knocked his knee on the coffee table and had to hiss in silent agony a moment before going on.

Finally steadying himself he located the perpetrator's head after several seconds (a whole minute of squinting) and pressed the muzzle of his gun against it, "Get up!"

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Another look down at the suit and Ivan nodded, scooting over onto his hands and knees; ass in the air and pointed at Volgin.

He wiggled his behind. "Come on~."

Volgin cocked a curious brow at the pale ass beckoning for his attentions. Carefully checking Raikov's contact with the floor and that he was not making any whatsoever, the giant made his confident stride over to his partner with his hand working himself to hardness again.

Raikov felt the large hand on his ass, his other gripping himself as he positioned and probed for the opening. When he reached his mark, the cockhead pressed.

"Relax," was all Volgin offered with a small moment, before he ventured into a place his penile portions were very intimately familiar with.

Ivan held back an excited noise, pushing his ass back against Volgin's large hand and cockhead. "Mmmhh..."

He hardly needed to be told to relax, only uttering a small strangled moan and biting down on his lower lip as Volgin entered him.

"Oohhh...yes..."

Both hands were clutching at Ivan's backside, his eyes meanwhile trailing down along the impromptu animal rug that his suit made and body contact with only it.

Seemed safe.

"The electricity is on." Grunt. Volgin could not press in too deep either; electrical stimulation of the prostate very much dictated when Raikov would come. Certainly not now, given that he was still needing time to get it back up anyway. The younger man could feel the quick thrusts his partner made as he settled on a rhythm that pleased him.

"Don't. Touch. Anything."

"Mmmhh...Yevgeny...," he muttered, hanging his head and letting that silky blonde hair cover his eyes. Fingers dug into the suit's material, curling it under his fists.

"I know..."

It wasn't how Volgin's electricity usually felt--a short, sudden burst accompanied by blinding light and pain. This was different; his whole body subtly vibrating from the muted electricity coursing through him and then back out Yevgeny.

When combined with those thrusts--heaven. Heaven, heaven, heaven. If only he'd go deeper--press inside him until he was full and still aching for more.

Ivan opened his eyes briefly and made sure he wasn't about to slip off the suit.

Yevgeny was carefully checking Ivan's hands and knees as well, or as much as his vantage point would allow. The old bastard would only be able to fully relax until he was suited up completely again and somewhere grounded.

Thus was his standard of mode of sustaining continued human contact until he died (again).

It was just easier to kill them.

Grunt. Stop that. Think on that later. What about that hot tightness surrounding you? Think about that. Make him squeal and beg. Ah...

Raikov always appreciated an element of danger, didn't he...?

"Mmmm...ahh, Zhenya," Ivan breathed in between thrusts. His cock still not fully recovered from his earlier orgasm, but each passing minute Ivan could feel it rise just a little more to the occasion.

"H-harder...hff. I know you," a gasp, "can do better than that."

"Vanya," he lowly purred. "Vanya..."

Raikov's massive beast of a man for a partner was letting a slow, smug sneer spread along his face. Ivan could not see his glinting eyes, the long, striping scars accenting his predatory nature all the more. But, he could still hear, and his tone had darkened:

"You're mistaking my caution for meekness."

Ivan laughed at that, if only for a split second before another moan caught in his throat.

"Mmhhm...I'm hard again..."

"Oh?"

Volgin had to reach down, and under, to feel. Grip. Maybe tease it a little more, just to make sure. Ivan could feel the looming presence of his partner's leaning and shuffling, a slight weight perhaps. The soft hand was warm and deceptively gentle at first, before harshly clutching at the base and groping along the length to his balls with all the usual hints of his favor towards sheer brutality.

A fingertip teased that little scrotum with a slight, simple motion.

Ivan was a lovely creature. He was above being shredded and beaten, as the rest deserved.

"Just making sure," he breathily panted in the direction of that ear obscured by that head of pure white hair.

Ivan continued to stiffen under Volgin's touch, hips pressing forward to beg for attention from that warm hand.

"Keep that up...and I'll come early," he warned in a breath, eyes closed and brows concentrated on the overload of sensations.

A growl. "You're better off saving it.

"I'm not going to stop fucking you if you blow it, my dear." Chuckle. He recovered his rhythm, careful to avoid electrically stimulating the prostate despite insulation (among the usual of not cooking his partner with a single slip). "But I've yet to hear you complain."

That hand around Raikov's member remained, not helping the younger man much at all. His harshness slowed down to two fingers forming a tight V along the shaft to the base, flowing into the crook of his palm back up to the glans. There might have been a quick fondle of his balls here and there, for variety.

There might have been an internal humming, a dangerous, deadly sound to pick up on the air for any man, but perhaps something else for Ivan. A teasing noise.

"Me finish before you?" Ivan chuckled back; he couldn't help himself from a cruel little tease, "That's a joke."

Despite what he said, even the slightest, shiver-inducing touches to his cock were sending him closer and closer to the edge. Each rock of his own hips back to meet Volgin's were a burst of pure ecstasy. His arms were getting tired; it'd been while since he'd used this position.

"Zhenya..."

It did not matter which Raikov the sound had come from; it would always be a beautiful sigh, a gentle noise to contrast his harsher, hardened exterior and his gruffer means in the art of fucking someone in the ass senseless. His thrusts remained short and shallow, but his hand continued to work; he had the stamina in his older body to do so despite the creeping edge of discomfort nibbling at the fringes.

But still, Volgin asked:

"Yes, my little Vanya?"

His hand grasped around as much cock as it could, which was not a terribly difficult feat given the size of it versus the size of Ivan's length. It was closing around him dangerously. There was a tension in Volgin's hand, like he was priming something.

It might have been all too easy to figure out exactly what it was.

"What was this about you finishing before me?"

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"My arms--ahh...," Ivan had the privilege to know what dread and anticipation felt like at the same time. He swallowed, feeling that hand tighten around his cock.

"I said it's not going to happen," backing down from a challenge wasn't something Ivan liked to do--even if it seemed futile. Volgin may have the advantage of using his hands, but Ivan still had his ass--which let tighten around Volgin while grinding his hips back.

"Don't you want to come~?"

"After you, now that I've considered it." Matter of fact. Raikov had his youth. Volgin had experience.

But, when in doubt, he still had that prostate of Raikov's to fall back on, if things were getting... too tense. Still, there was a husky grunt strained out of him; the Major knew how to control himself back there.

He delayed the approaching, controlled joy of sharing his electrical nature for one moment. He had an honest question:

"You've been practicing. For the other one, eh?"

After that "consideration," Raikov only worked harder to try and bring Volgin over the edge. Contrariwise, he was bringing himself closer as well. The movements alone caused heat to pool at his groin; Ivan stifled a moan.

"Nothing...I didn't know before I, mmh, came here."

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Hff. Raikov was very much trying now.

But, Volgin only offered his efforts an unseen smirk.

The only warning was a twitch in the larger man's arm, and then that familiar moment of white. In a grounded setting, it took much more out of Volgin to playfully electrocute someone (it was easier to simply kill them, not unlike delicately painting hair with a thread versus throwing a bucket at it), but with enough voltage to power a city in his chest and blood, he could still offer Raikov some stimulation.

But the charge was concentrated in his hand. His cockhead teased Ivan's prostate, a reminder of the ace in his sleeve.

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That was all it took to send him suddenly, shaking over the edge.

"Oh! Nnn--no!" He gasped out his defeat as he came, moaning, muscles tightening around Volgin as he finished. His cock pulsed and spilled itself over the larger man's hand and suit. Hot and sticky white.

Ivan hung his head, taking in heavy breathes. Dammit.

Oops.

Volgin slowed his rhythm down, his triumphant cackle low. He was not going to come as he gloated; he wanted to be heard.

"That was only one pulse, dearest Ivan. Did the fat take your sexual stamina's place?"

Ivan had his side pinched with semen-stained fingers for added insult to injury.

Still laboured, he turned his head to try and glare back at Yevgeny; his neck didn't turn that far for very long. That was at the chuckle--when he heard that insult it took Ivan a fair bit of restraint not to spin around and pummel him. "I'm not fat!"

His voice hushed with embarrassment, "You know it's a lot easier the second time..." he startled at the pinch, a small "ow" was uttered and then Ivan's tone turned venomous.

"Or maybe you wouldn't because you need to wait several hours before you can even get hard again!"

"I'll make the best of it."

Volgin was too high on his current victory to pay any mind to the realities of his aged biology. Ivan could complain, could try to turn around, but he would find his efforts thwarted by the now two-handed grip of his partner around his back end and the harsh rhythm that came with it. To finish now? Maybe. Fuck him until he got hard yet again? Perhaps.

His dick was deep within his ass, either way.

Ivan finally gave in to fatigue, resting his arms down on the suit's surface, face pressed against the fabric. Every thrust drew a pant or whimper out of him, the harsh pace made harder to handle without actual arousal. Nothing Ivan wasn't used to.

"Ahh...mmm...you'll be done in two minutes tops."

Volgin steadied his pacing, slowing himself down and pulling out completely. Raikov could rest his front half, but his back end would be pulled up whatever the smaller man had decided to do. In this instance, he was having that large cock of his partner's being lovingly fucked along that white, perfect asscrack of his.

No sign of coming yet.

"Come again?" Volgin's voice was a lazy drift.

That was both a relief and a disappointment at the same time; the stress was gone, but a sore emptiness left behind. And semen.

It seemed Yevgeny wasn't done yet though, and Ivan gave a heavy sigh, relishing the erotic gesture of having a dick rubbed against his ass. It was all the mental pleasure without the physical strain; he could appreciate that.

"Two minutes tops," he breathed.

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