Major Raikov (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
majorbonerkiller) wrote2010-12-18 03:42 am
majorbonerkiller) wrote2010-12-18 03:42 am
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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!"
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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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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"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~?"
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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?"
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"Nothing...I didn't know before I, mmh, came here."
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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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"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.
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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.
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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!"
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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.
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"Ahh...mmm...you'll be done in two minutes tops."
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No sign of coming yet.
"Come again?" Volgin's voice was a lazy drift.
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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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"I could last until you're hard again. Dirty my suit some more."
Raikov felt a snap of his artificial ability crack against his ass, no doubt leaving a welt. It would heal perfectly; Volgin knew the difference between a "good" welt and a "bad" welt, and he had years of practice behind his fingertips.
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The slap caught him off guard, and it drew a high yelp out of Ivan's already tired vocals. His back arched slightly at the blow, hips wriggling afterward to stem off the pain.
"God, Zhenya...it's been a long time."
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It was debatable if that entailed Volgin's classical resort of violence, but given who was being threatened with immediate penetration once again, Raikov had very little to worry about.
But the giant, too, suffered from accidental bouts of humanity.
And violence highs.
"Too long." His words were curt (too long for this incarnation of Raikov, but he never said no to duplicate's asshole, and the goods seemed almost deceptively safe), as his cockhead eased back inside.
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"Aa-aahh...Zhenya," he buried his face into his arms again, barely managing to stay on the suit.
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"You're cleaning my suit, with all the mess you're making."
Going in deeper was likely not going to help matters much, as all sights were set on the younger man's prostate.
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Ivan's fingers dug into the insulated fabric and a muffled groan followed as Volgin pushed deeper inside. He pressed himself back, trying to help him in--that feeling of being filled was something Ivan could never get enough of.
"Hah...ah...going for three~"