http://krasnogorje.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] krasnogorje.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] groznyj_grad 2007-10-10 02:39 am (UTC)

His smile never faded as Liadov taunted and mocked, postulated and postured with all the pomp and flare of a circus ringmaster. He kept his gaze even and his usual stoic indifference to the world constant even as his heart began to pound in his chest and his fingers went cold.

The rhetorical questions fell all around him, unanswered and smoldering.

Liadov was so fucking beautiful when he was angry, with the chilling majesty of a snarling white wolf provoked to attack, fangs sunk deep into the delicate windpipe of his prey. Dmitry found himself wondering if the MDV man had argued with such vehemence and malice against him at his trial.

The bang against the side of the tank jarred him from his sick version of reality, and he flinched back into the world before him.

The dark-haired stranger was closing in, but Deimos held his ground.

“I make an honest effort to save your life from a situation I deemed potentially dangerous… and this is my thanks.” He sighed indulgently, letting his eyes flicker to the star filled sky, keeping Aryol well within his peripheral vision.

“Nika, Nika. This wasn’t at all what I hoped our reunion would be like. You disappoint me, my darling.” His laughter was like black velvet. “Why don’t you tell your cock-weaving friend to fuck off, and then you can make it up to me properly? On your knees and sucking for my forgiveness?”

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