FISSIONMAILED: Apartment complex

[majorbonerkiller]

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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[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

"Borrowing--borrowing what?"

Ivan not so calmly replied.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

"A few... essentials. Toilet paper. Alcohol. Still need to do the weekly grocery run, anyway.

"The Nexus has everything in easy access, doesn't it?"

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

"--you can't have my toilet paper!"

He uses that a lot.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

"Doesn't the Nexus provide for you?" yawned Volgin, momentarily forgetting his fixation with restrooms.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but I still have to go find everything!"

Ivan sat on the bed, punching Volgin in the shoulder. Hard.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

It took a lot for Volgin to wince. Raikov knew just the spot, however, to draw a hint of one out of him.

"You remember that," he grunted, rolling over to spill an arm into Raikov's lap with another wrapping around him. He pressed his face into the smaller Soviet's thigh, muffling: "I know you would have remembered that."

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

"Of course I do," Ivan smiled, feeling powerful and confident again.

And in his chest--warm from the intimate gesture; it fueled his smile, but it didn't look any less wicked. His hand reached out to run over the other man's short, pale hair.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

"Good." Volgin nuzzled that thigh in response, taking a deep whiff of his clothes, Raikov's scent. Raikov might have felt him roll a low rumble in his chest. Smelled like him alright. It was lovely.

Belying of the giant's coarse nature, Volgin had deceptively soft hair. It was thinning and the white hairs were getting easier and easier to pick out.

His hand was suggestively close to the younger man's crotch. If Volgin was teasing or simply too occupied with Raikov's side was a debatable matter.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Ivan wanted to lay back, cuddle up to the larger Russian and have a nice fuck; in his bed, in the dark.

But instead he just sat there dumbly, continually grazing his fingers through the short crop of hair.

"So...about those seconds?" Stupid...tantalizing hand near his crotch.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Stroking fingers through one's hair was enough to make even the fearsome Yevgeny Borisovich Volgin sleepy. Raikov could feel the full weight of his arm as he fully relaxed. This incarnation was as thickly muscled as his "mold" intended him to be.

"Poison." His fingers near that crotch made a lazy drum. "Pick it."

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Ivan didn't mind the weight--it was almost comforting. A rare but much appreciated sight to see the powerful Russian so relaxed in his presence.

"...I want you to suck me off," an impossible request, he knew. But wasn't it worth a try?

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Tension. Pause.

The weight of that arm was temporarily lifted when it struck at Raikov's crotch like a snake. His aim was perfect, if the angle was awkward. Volgin, a creature of adaptability as far as the duties of a soldier and commanding officer had taught him, worked with it.

"How direct of you."

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

"Mmh--! Oohh..." Ivan tensed at the sudden assault, straightening his back. Then relaxed.

He smiled lecherously, sighed, "I always am..."

[colonelcrotchgrab]

"I would expect no less."

There was the sound of rubber tensing as Volgin squeezed. It was one of his softer groin assaults, however. The petting had dulled his grip.

Raikov was a pretty good reason for any deviations in his usual violent and destructive course of behavior.

With that, there was a shuffling, the bed moving and squeaking with the giant's adjustment in position, and then there was now a part of the hard, muscular torso flopped over Raikov's lap. The Colonel settled himself with a satisfied grunt, not too unlike the air brake of a semi truck easing to a stop.

"Give me a moment," was Volgin's low murmur, enjoying taking up the bed and Ivan for the time being a bit too much.

The Major likely knew what would get the inert beast of a man to move if he so needed, either way.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Ivan enjoyed it as much as any other fondling of his privates. More so because it was the Colonel.

He watched in disbelief as the older man seemed to--actually be intent on giving him a blowjob.

"Are you really--?" He couldn't even fathom it, couldn't stop the stupid grin from spread across his face.

He didn't even care that Volgin's massive bulk was effectively crushing part of his legs.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Raikov might have been stupidly grinning for awhile.

Volgin was sure flopped there for awhile. He might have been dozing off again after enough slow blinks. His breathing was audible, heavy and deep.

(... Was that snoring?)

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

That grin slowly ebbed away at each passing minute. It turned into an outright frown at the snoring.

"Hey!" He balled his hand into a fist, punching Volgin in the same shoulder as before.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Volgin jolted (the simple, black rubber suit under his clothes provided decent insulation from whatever electricity that peaked in his startling). He shot up, Raikov's thighs momentarily relieved.

The grogginess masked, he narrowed his eyes, sitting up to make direct eye contact with the Major and leer in. A supporting hand and arm pressed against his companion's package.

"The sniper almost got me, but I didn't let him. I told you not to hit me there." Often. The old battle wound was a good spot for Ivan to use to drive a point home as needed. Unusually for the Colonel, but not so much in regards to Ivan, the threat was empty.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Ivan jolted in sync, but paid no more acknowledge to it than that. His thighs tingled as blood returned to them. His arousal tingled as Volgin continued to put pressure on it.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't fall asleep in the middle of giving me a blowjob!" Ivan huffed, keeping a steady gaze, but he wasn't really angry. In fact, he softened quite quickly and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the Colonel's lips.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

"A blowj-uff." Grunt. Yes, a blowjob, that was right, as Volgin's lips moved and kissed along those lovely, soft ones. He might have mumbled something else, but he decided kissing was a more pressing matter, so he put his energies more towards that.

Then he stopped and considered a very important thing, and jerked away.

"I need to check something."

Whatever it was, Volgin was twisting himself and using the momentum to fling his respectable mass off the bed and to the door.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

"Mmm...," Ivan frowned when Volgin's lips left his. Anything he needed to check wasn't half as important as him--no, not even a fifth as important.

He sat on the bed with an irritated look, and as Volgin opened the door he flopped back on the bed, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

What Ivan couldn't see was though was what Volgin surely could--toilet paper everywhere, shredded to pieces, floating through the air like a dusty blizzard. Everything was covered.

And in the middle of it, Galina.

A rolled of shredded toilet paper in her mouth.

[colonelcrotchgrab]

Volgin glared at the dog. His bag! His things! (Was Ivan's.)

"You!"

Although a husky was a much more agile and fleeter animal than Volgin ever could be, the giant thundered towards the offending creature anyway, right through the flurry of fluffy white and double-quilted for extra comfort.

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[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Galina growled, bounding off with the toilet paper in her mouth. When Volgin go to close she ran underneath the dining room table and sprinted towards the other end of the room.

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Ivan sat up to see Volgin bounding out of the room with a vengeance.

"Hey, you can't just take my stuff and lea--...," it was then he noticed the mist of paper through the doorway. Ivan's jaw practically fell off as he hoped off the bed and ran over, sticking his head through the door way to see Volgin chasing after his dog.

"What are you doing?! And what is this stuff--?!"

[colonelcrotchgrab]

CRASH!

This Raikov might never see what would become of his boyfriend in the final moments of his life, tearing through millions of dollars of equipment and structuring in an experimental nuclear tank in a destructive fury, after the two wretched scums instrumental in the collapse of his plans.

The indifference to leveling whatever in his way stained this incarnation's tendencies in spades: The dining room table was toppled over on conditioned reflex and the towering Soviet never felt the legs snap off at his impact as he barreled through, right for the dog. Raikov fell on deaf ears.