( it is a command — fyodor doesn't beg, though, well — on the list of experiences he hasn't been through yet, that one's pretty high up, too. there's exciting novelty in having an underling like nikolai — or perhaps an equal, considering their rank hardly differs, but —
fyodor plans, and the rest of them obey. he's never thought of himself as someone on the equal footing.
that nikolai might scheme against him barely even crosses his mind — if he does, he'll simply get rid of him, the way he gets rid of every other obstacle. for now, though — he hisses, as the other's teeth break through pale skin, breath stuttering when the stinging pain spreads all across his shoulders. it's an unique sensation; the wound, first, and then the soothing of the flowing blood, further calmed by nikolai's tongue. fyodor can't afford too much blood loss without getting dizzy, is the thing — being anemic, and all — and he can already feel his head spin, which only enhances the sensation further. )
Have you, now? ( is it a lie? a part of the act? or is it the truth? fyodor doesn't quite care to discern that right now.
instead, he turns his head towards the other, eyes alight with something new — and smiles, as if he's won. )
Good. The stronger you feel about me, Kolya, the happier I am. ( now this... is definitely a lie, but — who cares? if it's an act to satisfy fyodor, then he'll take full advantage of it — even if it means wringing nikolai completely dry. ) Come, show me more.
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fyodor plans, and the rest of them obey. he's never thought of himself as someone on the equal footing.
that nikolai might scheme against him barely even crosses his mind — if he does, he'll simply get rid of him, the way he gets rid of every other obstacle. for now, though — he hisses, as the other's teeth break through pale skin, breath stuttering when the stinging pain spreads all across his shoulders. it's an unique sensation; the wound, first, and then the soothing of the flowing blood, further calmed by nikolai's tongue. fyodor can't afford too much blood loss without getting dizzy, is the thing — being anemic, and all — and he can already feel his head spin, which only enhances the sensation further. )
Have you, now? ( is it a lie? a part of the act? or is it the truth? fyodor doesn't quite care to discern that right now.
instead, he turns his head towards the other, eyes alight with something new — and smiles, as if he's won. )
Good. The stronger you feel about me, Kolya, the happier I am. ( now this... is definitely a lie, but — who cares? if it's an act to satisfy fyodor, then he'll take full advantage of it — even if it means wringing nikolai completely dry. ) Come, show me more.