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Post-apocalypse military AU.

The beginning of the end XD. Of course nobody died for real. As a true fairytale it’ll end up fine. Actually it’s still raw... FML. I never stayed up at night even for exames or anything... Snow King can be proud. For his bday I do. X3

Sound of shooting stops accidentally. But now tinkling silence isn't an evidence of the end of the battle or at least of a break. It means only that one more line is over. Nothing to hope on. They are locked here. Not so many. Less the 200 people. Last examples of experienced fighters. Of the 1st breed. Ones who still remember and realize the world before the catastrophe. Enemies could never do it by themselves. But... No connection to other Bases or Safe Zones. Blocked channels. Blocked information supports for using air armor. Emergency ways to escape locked from outside... It's too obvious. Safe Zone thrown them away. To die and let the piece agreement happen. Снежный Король sits on the windowsill. Video security system allows to watch what's going on on other floors. He clicks the lighter and inhales the smoke. The stream of death... General widens the picture. Koshey team. All dead. Through blurred monitor it's still rather obvious. They all did as decided on a short urgent meeting in the beginning of this fight. Killed as many attackers as they could until ran out of cartridges. And left 4 bullets. One for every teammate. Nobody here is going to get captured anyway. Red cloud on the floor. She tried to grow up her hair because her lover always had long and was curious. Now it's almost beautiful. They lay on the floor hugging each other. Bloody carpet is a continuation of Mila's locks. The 4 of them are tangled in her red cloak. The Black Shark could be enough to win even in this unpleasant situation. But it was found broken badly. Traitors weren't able to make it work. This weird thing was unspeakably moody. And could literally kill anyone but Sara who ever tried to drive it. So they simply torn away and took with them some parts. All vans and other heavy technique were out of patrol.

[Good work, fucking piecemakers. Now wait until they invade and ruin that fragile illusion that U call stable daily life.]

Yuuri rushes in. Stupidly giggling and shrugging the blood away from his sword. The ceremonial weapon that isn't supposed to be used in battles... Shere Khan smirks licking the blade of the knife. What are they so agitated about?.. It wasn't even necessary to get into this (meaningless according to the situation) close combat. Werewolf (actually werebear if to be exact) reads his usual cards on the table. No, not tactical. Tarot cards. He frowns and raises eyes on commander. In normally calm beastly depth burns silent panic. It's not a fear of things that happen here. It's about something he reads on the desk. - Sir... They can't say anything. Or better to admit - they can but... I'm unable to read it. I see... But don't understand. - And I don't understand this... - the voice of Snow King is quiet. He wipes the wall with a white bandage. The air around is gloomy because of terminal fire and explosions. The bandage stays clean. General's statement could seem inopportune. But his subordinate knows too well they both are talking about the same phenomenon. - Ask them... - General closes eyes for a moment in strange hopeless hope. - Is it possible we all are dead or something... And the world around us is an illusion. Lieutenant Altyin looks at cards and bitterly waves his head. - Then only one explanation... The physical characteristics of our world had changed. I mean globally. In planetary measures. Or even more... Well... I guess it's better to die without seeing what other gameplays the ecosystem prepared for us... - Victor shrugs shoulders, smiling with a kind of lost expression. He has not enough reasons for this theory. But he feels it, knows by blood and cells. Like he knew where to step and when to shoot in a battle. The knowledge that became sharper day by day. Yuuri leans to his Snow King from behind. His blood-stained hands sneak under the t-shirt. He doesn't ask questions but the black, half-blind abyss of his eyes radiates excitement. As if he is in hurry to share as much happiness with his Yuki no Kami as it's possible for the rest short time. - Sir... - Werewolf's intonations are almost begging. - Sir, promise me... Promise us. U will be...careful... - Eh?! Something funny about our old man there? - Major Plisetsky sits near, wrapping an arm on Beka's shoulders. He snorts but they all know he is worried. Capitan looks in green eyes, intertwining their fingers. Then turns to commander: - Cards say U are surrounded by the love. U're loved, admired... U're the chosen one always. And in our situation this is the last thing that is logical to appear in a prediction. But damn it... I don't even see the death in your future... I see the throne of the world. And I understand nothing... Yuuri sneaks under commander's arm, clinging to him with a puppy-like sound. He doesn't say anything but Snow King knows his sudden fear too well. He caresses boy's lips with a thumb: - We will die together. Today. Here. He explains it reassuringly and a bit tiredly. As an adult talking a child not to be scared of the thunderstorm. Yuuri nods and nuzzles Snow King's shoulder giggling.

The explosion chain is very close.

Снежный leaves the monitor. It's not important anymore. The four of them are the last experienced martials able to go on line. But whatever will happen to the Safe Zone isn't their problem now. He smiles at his teammates. Shortly and bitterly: - Time to go... General takes out the glock. The only one that keeps 4 sacred bullets. No right for a mistake. He nods to Angry Kitty. It's like a selfi. One click and a moment will be kept for the eternity. No time to say a lot to each other. And no need to. Deep inside they all know. Shere Khan grins and winks to Snow King while Beka is suddenly distracted with something on his cards left on the table. (Is it even important what's said there?) Grabs his collar and pulls his friend and partner for a kiss. First real one for them both. Оборотень falls into thin but unexpectedly strong arms staring in green ponds and trying to say something through the tight lean of warm lips.

Bang.

Bang.

Snow King drops the hand with the gun. - Always in vanguard... Шустрый засранец. / Fast little shit. - He mutters it with a short snort. These two had no time to fall on the floor. Yuuri catches them both and puts on the sofa. (He is fast. He became faster during years here.) They lay the way they often did. The way nobody would believe if to say or show a domestic picture. Beka laying on Yurio's shoulder. Kitty always was more a protective and Beka - a supportive one in their tandem. Snow King often laughed at Yurio that they're kicked out from an another fairytale - Beauty and the Beast. And the Beast here is of course Shere Khan. Kitty fizzed and hissed but obviously liked the idea until Оборотень began to mutter that he isn't a decent Beauty even if he is ready to wear a golden dress for his precious Beast. "But it will cause blood from your eyes, believe me..." And Yurio bit and kicked him and yelled: "U are beautiful, fuck my life! I fucking know better." Beka himself mostly laughed that they are more like a forest Witch and Ivan-tsarevich who was tamed by her. Victor often corrected: "Not just tsarevich. More like Иван-дурак/Ivan the dumb..." And Kitty yelled and sniffed until one day he finally resoluted: - Yes, tsarevich, because the son of the King. Yes, дурак, потому что весь в мать/ because like mother, like son." Yuuri fell on the floor laughing first. After some time Beka began to giggle. And only in the evening the realization hit their King too. And he set on the balcony with a cigarette muttering: - Сообразил бля, пизденыш... / What an idea, little shit...

Bullets went through heads but the blood streams down from the wounds, soaking the coach. It's not obvious yet. And seems as if they can wake up any moment. Снежный gets up, walks close and touches the pulse. It's not necessary, but he can't leave it unchecked. Even if everything is obvious. Yurio seems aggressively glad even in his death. He is still short and thin like a girl. He always cursed and promised to grow taller then his commander. He won't. They won't get to know if he would grow tall for real or would stay being this tiny grace. Yuuri cups General's face and smiles. Gently and possessively. Like noone but him ever could: - We'll keep up with them. Snow King sloppily nods pulling his boy closer. The unclear thought is tossing somewhere deep into the brain. But all that hurry, explosions and endless shit don't leave it a chance to be formed. Is it something Beka wanted to say? Anyway there's no time to think about it anymore. He caresses Yuuri's cheek, looks into black abyss and forgets everything. They have less then a couple of minutes. - I'm sorry, малыш... What else to say?... The boy clings to his General with a happy laugh. Rises head looking from beneath and smiles. Mischievously. And playfully. He wants to say he was happy for all these years with him. He was overwhelmed with love to this man since early childhood. Since the first time he saw this the most beautiful face ever. He admired the winter seeing him in every snowflake. Снежный Король filled his entire existence with the meaning and multiple colors even if for others it seemed to the monotonous white. Kay knows better than anyone: only the white keeps all other spectrums and shades. Only in arms of his King and in the middle of the winter desert he felt on the right place. Of course the boy has no time or even suitable words to express it. But Snow King will understand. He always reads it through touches. Yuuri hungrily leans to these soft and tender lips: - I love U. I always wanted to die with U and from your hand. What's more can I wish for? - Stupid kid... - sighs General. It's not obvious from the side but this patronizing tone is flirty. Yuuri, his shy, anxious, naive berserk always was weirdly protective. But not of that annoying type of countless fans who dreamed to see him broken to have a chance to pity him. No. It always was a different protectiveness. Reliable and loyal like walls of your own home. He became the Ivory Tower locking his Sow King in a trap he would rather die then leave. The boy clings closer and deepens the kiss, sneaking under the t-shirt. Sly sparkles in a black abyss become only brighter: - What I really regret - that we don't have time to make love now. I'd be happy to die like this. Victor smiles, digging fingers into dark silk and bites his lip. Yuuri moans, scratching his back under black fabric. Splinters of the northern sky are sad. But tender: - I love U, Kay. Cold steel touches boy's temple. Yuuri smiles leaning to it with that very euphoric expression he always had melting in Snow King's caress.

Frosted finger slowly presses the trigger.

So familiar, so loved body turns into a heavy doll falling into arms of it's master. Victor slowly lays his boy on the floor near the windowsill. They often set there in winter hugging each other and sharing one cigarette in a stupid hope the smoke will be blown away into the open window. Legs are heavy... Too heavy to go with Yuuri to the better place. And... It's fine like this. The entire world drowns into a crimson mist. It begins from boy's temple and wraps his King and everything around into the tightest embrace without a way to set yourself free. But he never ever wanted to get out of it anyway. General Snow King checks up the heartbeat in Yuuri's chest. Silent. He leans to still warm but motionless lips, blindly turns on the final countdown on a self-destruction system. And presses the trigger, aiming into silver locks. Snow King falls on the chest of his Kay. Blood stained lips of the boy still keep a shadow of a smile.

#have fun dear Feli!😉😘✨ #I feel no better then these four... XD

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Winter light in Saint Petersburg

Konstantin Antipin

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Stavropol Krai, Russia by lanchenba laishram

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*** После бессонной ночи слабеет тело, Милым становится и не своим,— ничьим, В медленных жилах еще занывают стрелы, И улыбаешься людям, как серафим. После бессонной ночи слабеют руки, И глубоко равнодушен и враг и друг. Целая радуга в каждом случайном звуке, И на морозе Флоренцией пахнет вдруг. Нежно светлеют губы, и тень золоче Возле запавших глаз. Это ночь зажгла Этот светлейший лик,— и от темной ночи Только одно темнеет у нас — глаза. 19 июля 1916 *** After a night of insomnia, the body grows weaker, Becomes beloved, and no one’s, - not even your own. Just like a seraph, you walk, smiling at people, And arrows, stuck in slow veins, continue to moan. After insomnia, arms lose their strength, droop down, You become equally oblivious to friends and foes. A whole rainbow appears in each unexpected sound, And it smells of Florence in the cold bitter frost. Our lips brighten up and shadows become light Around the hollow eyes. It was the black skies That lit up this image, - and from the dark night, Only one thing grows darker on us - our eyes. July 19, 1916 By Marina Tsvetaeva Translation by Andrey Kneller

#marina tsvetaeva #Russian poetry #accidentally found this translation..

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Teen military AU. Part 3.

TW: Underaged sex scene (between 13y.o. and 17 y.o.if to be exact).

13 years old Private Katsuki had the most important aim ever. For a month already he did his best to seduce his Snow God and commander. Victor never refused caress and cuddles. They did a lot of things already. Pleased each other, made out heavily and slept naked together every night. But still Yuuri wanted more. He was longing to belong to his Snow King with flesh and blood. Completely. He desired to die for this man, to spill own blood for him, to be devoured by him and dissolve in every cell of his admired body and soul. To say it in material measures - he wanted to make love. White shirt from the ceremonial uniform was still warm and smelled with Victor's perfume. Yuuri took it on on the naked body, stealing his precious warmth from the white fabric. He liked to do it. To undress first and try Snow King's clothes on. Victor laughed tenderly every time. And it always ended up with making out. In shower or right where they were. Boy set on the bed on his knees. Wrapping himself in this shirt and staring how his young commander undressed. Beautiful enough to watch eternally... The belt with ceremonial guns laid on sheets near Yuuri.

[It will be plan B if plan A won't work...]

Boy reached for his King and pulled unbuttoned pants, making him to step closer. Small hand sneaked under the fringe of Victor's underwear. Yuuri leaned to his abdomen with a cheek looking in icy-blue eyes from beneath. With that puppy expression always able to melt the heart of the winter. Major Nikiforov caressed dark locks and set on the carpet in front of Yuuri. To hug him and kiss his lips. - U had a tough day, малыш. Let's rest for now. And when U feel better, we can do everything U want. - Victor tenderly ruffled Yuuri's hair.

[U always say this, Снежный! And never do what I really want the most! U always stop a halfway!!!]

Yuuri pouted lips. Offended and playful at the same time. His beautiful commander always refused to fuck him. They did all possible sexual stuff already. But Victor always refused to put it in, explaining it with the difference in their bodies caused by age and national heritage. He always said it can be painful. But it was exactly what Yuuri wanted.

The day happened to be really tough. It was the first official celebration Yuuri had to take part in. At first he was happy of course. The idea to follow the youngest high officer to the place he saw only on tv before exited Yuuri... Until he really stepped to that fucking Hall. So many people were there... And they all wanted to steal his Snow God!!!! They tried to talk, to make photos, to drag Major Nikiforov far from him... Private Katsuki glared at this crowd spending inhuman efforts to hold back tears and to suppress two crazy wishes: to stab them all and to fall on the floor and cling to Victor's knees crying and screaming "Don't abandon me!!!!" Panic attack was close, stuck in the throat with a suffocating knot, when thin, cold fingers firmly laid on his shoulder. Snow King pulled Yuuri closer and smiled to him: - It's fine. I'm here. It was said not so quietly. Others could hear it. But Major Nikiforov obviously didn't mind. And the rest of the evening they walked intertwining fingers and Victor didn't let Yuuri distant from him even for a second. Anxiety mixed with happiness... Yuuri clung to the commander's sleeve, glaring at others even more jealously. How dare they to look at HIS King??? And when some unknown for Yuuri guy asked why Major's hand doesn't leave boy's body, Victor with deadly serious look answered: - I always keep my best armor in my hands. I even sleep with it. Then seized gasping and puzzled boy on arms and went to the balcony. There they looked in each other's eyes and laughed. Victor gently touched Yuuri's cheek and explained he noticed boy's uneasy condition from the very beginning. They spent the rest of the celebration time, walking in the yard and kissing. Yuuri was happy of course. But what he really, badly needed for now - was a chance to underline how huge is the difference between what he has with his Winter Lord and what other could have. To be exact - he wanted to have sex.

[Plan A failed. Well, sir... It was your choice...]

Boy slowly pulled the gun out of the holster. Staring right into Victor's eyes. It could look threatening. But somehow every slow, almost devoted touch of little fingers on the metal left no doubts in it's sensual subtext. Boy dragged black glock over his exposed skin, touching thigh, arousal, abdomen, chest, neck. And stopped, leaning to the cold steel with the mouth: - If my Yuki no Kami-sama rejected me, what else is left for me?... This was said in almost tragic intonation. For a second splinters of the northern sky were even puzzled. (Like "What if he really could try to shoot himself? No. Not with this playful eyes of him... And who on the Earth would do it without pants anyway?...") Boy's mouth covered the metal of the glock, moving forward. Then - returned to the previous state, just touching the gunpoint with lips. And repeated it all again. Being already not just red but crimson, Snow King gasped. Somewhere deep inside he was even glad he already set on the carpet. Not so far to fall... Yuuri's tongue slightly entered the black hole, explored a scratching bulge of the sight and slowly slid a smooth and uneven side until reached the trigger. There wet muscle wrapped around hard steel and returned from the other side. Yuuri smiled, not taking his eyes off of icy-blue frosted gems even for a second. Opened the shirt wide and laid a hand on his already responding arousal. Snow King's mouth dried. He tried to gasp for air but it wasn't so easy... His little, sweet, naive Yuuri pleased himself in less then a meter from him. And sucked his gun. And to be honest, Victor didn't know where to look first... To these still childish lips exploring the steel so softly but intensively. Or to the boy's palm that squeezed his wet arousal several times and covered with own wetness fingers searched lower... Reached the entrance and sneaked in stretching it a bit wider. If Yuuri could sneak into Commander's unbuttoned pants at that moment he would find out how tormenting was the tightness he caused. And how wet the underwear already became. And very possibly boy would cum from this very fact. - Yuu-uri... - Snow King voice was hoarse and trembling. Cold fingers laid on smooth milky-white thigh. Shivering from tormenting efforts not to loose control: - D-don't do this without lube... He blushed even more, cursing mentally.

[Does this boy even realize how close he is to be taken right now? My self-control isn't... Ahhh!!! Whom do I try to fool??? He realizes it even better then me!!!!! Yuuri... Do U really need us to go all the way? Even if it'll be painful? Is it how U can feel reassured in being special? If U are so jealous, will this ease your doubts?]

Small fingers intertwined with Victor's. Boy grinned mischievously: - Did I do wrong? Then do it right for me, my Yuki no Kami-sama... He leaned forward almost touching commander's lips with his: - If U love me, U will fuck me now. It was supposed to sound hot and tempting but turned out to be desperate. Behind playful honey sparkles oozed out a fear. To be abandoned. To feel alone. Almost bestiary, wild fear. That can't be influenced by words. Only by the physical contact.

[If I won't accept his invitation, he will feel rejected. Unloved. Not good enough to be desired. It's much worse then a risk of possible physical pain...]

Major Nikiforov cupped boy's face moving closer. To make his lips tickle Yuuri's when he talked: - I love U. Let's do it. But promise me one thing... - Mmmm? - boy sneaked out of the shirt. It couldn't compete the warmth of Snow King's body so close to his. - Promise me U will tell me immediately if U feel something wrong... Or... Uncomfortable. The entire hell blinked in black pupils of boy's eyes. The weirdest mixture of dirty excitement, victory and still absolutely naive happiness of a child who was finally accepted at the adult party. Snow King reached for the lube in the nightstand. He looked away only for a second. But when he turned back this little demon already stayed at his knees and elbows. Smiling suggestively Yuuri licked his fingers and moved his hips, stretching the entrance again: - Don't let me hurt myself. Yuki no Kami-sama. I want to be hurt by U only...

[Is it an attempt to kill me or what??? U, beast!!!!]

How was Snow King managed to blush more although his face was already burning, stayed unknown. But he was... Blood thudded in his ears. The world around swirled into a blizzard of embarrassment and desire. Victor crawled to the bed close to Yuuri. Slippery substance on his fingers was warm enough already. He stroke boy's back with his free hand. And it turned out to be much more lustful than he wanted... Yuuri of course felt the difference. Arched his back moaning and rising hips higher. Victor kissed his waist and applied lube to the entrance. His finger was met with boy's roaring moan and almost aggressive thirsts of his hips. To meet the intrusion. Small fingers clenched sheets. This wasn't the first time also. They already did this when Yuuri asked too intensively to be taken by his Snow God. When hands and mouths over the entire bodies of each other weren't enough. The first time he did that to Yuuri, boy got almost crazy, screaming and scratching his back. But didn't calm down. Absolutely opposite. That time he begged to continue, smearing traces of own release over them both. And nearly crying begged his King to use his body to have a pleasure himself. They ended up with Victor laying behind his little Yuuri and moving his hardness between boy's tightly pressed thighs. Then Yuuri for rather long rubbed with his back against the toned body of the young Polar Death, slowly gathered and licked his cum, and murmured indecent words about how good it was but how much better it could be if to repeat it again but this time "like adults". Small hand pulled Victor's pants, worldlessly asking to take them off. To take away everything separating them... Telling the truth Snow King almost forgot what exactly causes this discomfort on his lower regions... The rest of clothes fell to the side. Yuuri sobbed impatiently. Boy's fingers joined Victor's inside his still tight entrance, forcing him to stretch it, not just thirst in order to please him: - U won't fool me anymore, my Yuki no Kami-sama... Snow King dropped his head between boy's shoulder blades. Every exhale went out with a husky moan. He was painfully hard already. And despite of all doubts it was stupid to deny - he wanted it. Badly. As much as Yuuri did. Tiny frames under his hands shouldn't give such feelings... Shouldn't make all the body throb and fall from heat to fever and back. Shouldn't wake up weird desires to possess and to belong, to devote and to devour... But they did... Although... Regardless of physical form Lord of Winter would always fall for the black abyss. The only one who has a right to embrace the Polar Star is the darkest void of the eternal night. Victor's personal little darkness fell with his chest on the bed and pulled him closer: - Pleeeease... Siiiiiiir... Snow King chocked with air helplessly realizing that he is loosing control... He applied some lube on himself in hurry. Dug fingers into milky-white skin, spreading boy's buttocks more and put it in. The rest of his [ultimate] self-control was spent on two things: not to cum when small body in front of him frosted for some moments and then jerked back with a scream. To meet him. And not to rush into wild race that his little crazy demon tried to provoke. Victor's temperance was enough for two more slow moves in and out... Picture in front of him was tormenting for the one who doesn't plan to let own body go freely. Yuuri spread himself on sheets, digging nails into the fabric. Raised hips more with every thirst arching his back and begged (or demanded?) with half-lidded eyes: - More... More... More... Snow King covered small boy's arousal with one palm and cupped his cheek with another one. Yuuri's nails dug into porcelain wrist, he clung to this hand with a cheek, drooling saliva while sloppily kissed it and tried to suck fingers. How does ice break? Almost invisibly under the soft snow cover. With nearly inaudible crack it falls into the black depth. And there's no way to get out. Snow King fell on boy's back with his chest, intensifying moves. Somewhere in the corner of his mind he still realized he thirst too fast and too heavy. But this realization was confronted by the feeling how Yuuri tossed under him, trying to make it deeper. How their screams entangled. How boy's teeth painfully dug into his hand making him even more excited. And how the hardness in his hand throbbed, dripping with pre-cum more and more. It was check mate. Silver rain tossed on Yuuri's shoulders, falling on the bed, covering his face. Releasing white hand from teeth (he almost cum feeling a drop of blood in the mouth), boy blindly grabbed silver locks pulling his Snow King even closer and jerking hips more. This bitten arm wrapped around Yuuri's chest, teasing nipples with random touch and squeezed ribs, roughy pulling boy to meet intense intrusions. It was partly painful - this tight hold and wild, uncontrollable thirsts. And even more pleasant because of it. Boy's desperate scream echoed in Victor's ears. Tiny hardness in his palm twitched intensively, releasing hot, a bit sticky liquid. Tight muscles had been squeezing Snow Kings arousal again and again in frantic, repeated throbs. This unexpectedly fast response of Yuuri's little body caused a predictable reaction. Snow King came inside. Screaming, or better to say roaring and digging teeth into boy's shoulder blade. He fell on sheets half-conscious, blindly grabbed his little Kay into a tight embrace and pressed him to the heart. Boy's chest still shook in frantic breathing. When black lashes shivered, opening two glades into darkest night, Snow King didn't remember anymore about difference in age (not so big...) and life experience (unspeakably huge) or about any previous doubts. Because the black depth of the Arctic Ocean sparkled with happiness. Unexpectedly mature, possessive and jealous happiness. - I love U. Yuki no Kami-sama. - Yuuri exhaled it almost inaudibly, clinging to his King. Victor covered chapped lips with the most tender kiss: - Love U too, малыш... Солнышко мое...

And then he noticed it. Small trace of blood on them both. - Yuuri!!!! Yuuri, are U hurt???? Why didn't U tell me??? Why... What... What do we... Never before Snow King panicked this much in his full of battles and death life... - Wow... - his mischievous boy stretched himself on sheets, leaning closer. And possessively laid a hand on commander's butt. Black eyes narrowed sparkling with weird, satisfied victory: - It's the best... Warm mouth leaned to Snow King's lips, inhaling his breath with a kiss. Not letting him say a word. Until he surrendered into thin boy's arms. - I'm sorry, Yuuri... - Victor's voice was helplessly guilty . - Does it hurt? Why didn't U tell me to stop?.. - Because I didn't want U to stop... - insane black abyss stared in splinters of northern sky - I wanted it to be like this. If it's painful, then it's real... He cupped still burning Victor's cheeks: - Now I KNOW U love me... Snow King shook his head with hopelessly defenseless look. And wrapped his crazy little Kay into soft, protective embrace. If to think logically, it can't be even a bit serious harm. And his never mistaken six-sense told him: this is only the beginning of how much more intense his beloved Kay really is gonna be...

#victuury AU of whatever #teen AU #Why do I even tag if tumblr app fucks up 50% of times when I search for my own stuff on my own blog...

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Teen military AU. Part 2.

TW: Underaged!!!

- Good boy! Like this. Yeah... Lift your hips a bit more... - voice of eleven-years old, silver-haired beauty was ringing from excitement. Thin fingers slid between kid's legs. Yuuri dropped his head on hands and screamed again. Cold palm stroke his abdomen, reached a nipple and squeezed it. Another thin hand laid on boy's back, not letting him to distant too much or to fall on the bed. Although he was already nearly collapsing from the overwhelming desire of something not very clear. When a cold finger slid inside, he sobbed and moaned but moved hips to meet the intrusions. It felt not very comfortable and weird but still so...enjoyable? - My little puppy should bear it a bit more... - mischievous whisper of young Snow King touched boy's ear. Hot tongue explored the neck and the earlobe and teeth dug into it with a kind of predatory, lustful giggling. When wet, burning hardness was pressed to his entrance, Yuuri screamed, clumsily trying to meet this [so desired] length and made an unskilled effort to spread his buttocks with hands, to give his King more access. He moaned and sobbed without hesitation. Small kid's arousal throbbed painfully, dripping with precum into white palm, that touched it lightly and teasingly. Desire to have a release into this hand but at the same time desperate need to be filled completely with his Yuki no Kami was tormenting. Yuuri buried the face into sheets with tears streaming down because of overwhelming feelings. He didn't realize completely how his King put it in. Just felt burning but still enjoyable heat filling his entire being from behind, came immediately (more like from the thought then from actual actions) and...woke up.

Thirteen years old Yuuri Katsuki laid in arms of his beloved Snezhny Korol. Panting and sweating from that inappropriate vision. Sticky whitish liquid covered an abdomen and a hipbone of his silver-haired, young God. And what's the worst - blue gemstones were opened and looked right on [messed up as usual] Yuuri. Crimson red, chocking with tears he tossed in protective, porcelain arms. Not really wishing to set free. Just being unable to control himself from embarrassment. Soft kisses wiped teardrops from tightly shut lashes. Snow King hugged his boy tighter with tender, quiet laugh. Under caress of frosted fingers Yuuri surrendered and cautiously opened one eye. Only to find out they both were hiding from the entire world under the cloak of silver blizzard. - What did my Kay see in his dream? Something good? Was it me? - Yuki no Kami pecked boy's lips, trying to sound teasing but it anyway came out full of love. Yuuri clung to him still blushing and nodded. He didn't like the idea to hide something from his Snow God but still didn't know how to explain it properly. That he was completely aware he loved this man since the first time he saw him on tv being seven years old. He just knew it from the very beginning. Not like he realized his feelings were love. More like he understood the entire meaning of the word "love" was trapped in that silver locks, splinters of the northern sky and sharp lines of young Polar Death. And he desperately wished to belong to this man (that time - still kid in fact, despite of battle experience) completely. With his heart, soul and body. Lips of Yuki no Kami softly touched boy's face, neck, shoulders. Not even passionate, but with ultimate, unexpected from the teen care. Since their first intimate actions they used to sleep naked cuddling. Regardless of any sexual intentions. Yuuri inhaled anxiously and muttered: - I...just...want to...be yours...completely. Heart in porcelain chest bet faster. Boy heard it too well. Husky whisper warmed his ear: - More than we usually do?... - Yes... - being almost blind from embarrassment Yuuri didn't expect his voice would sound this confident, almost demanding. - Are U sure?... - Yes... Young God of Snow pushed the blanket away. Being on his elbows above Yuuri in dark room and almost glowing in weak night lights... Boy gasped mesmerized with this beauty completely. Remembered his dream. And helplessly realized he is blushing again. And again is becoming hard... Frosted hands slid his sides. Soft lips covered boy's mouth. Yuuri gasped melting in this tender blizzard. Butterfly kisses covered his neck, chest, abdomen... Feeling his still fresh cum on porcelain silk, boy blushed again, seeking where to hide his face...and not wanting it at all. Because he physically couldn't take his eyes off of this northern perfection. Silver rain tickled his thighs. Wet tongue traced still childishly smooth skin. Lower. And lower. When porcelain cheek touched his hardness boy tossed on the bed, moaning and digging nails into sheets. Snow King raised a head and reassuringly smiled to his Kay. Cold fingers wrapped a lock of winter silk around boy's arousal. With a short scream Yuuri bit his lip not to cum right in the moment. Too good. Much better than in any dream. Cold palms slid under boy's butt raising it a bit. Without thinking he speed legs more laying them on Victor's shoulders. No matter how shy Yuuri was in daily life, closeness with his Yuki no Kami pressed a kind of switch inside of him. And all doubts and fears faded away for the time of burning touch of beautiful Polar Death. Hot mouth softly covered his arousal. Boy screamed, arching his back and scratching the bed. Need to cling to the [insanely loved] body of his King was suffocating. But at the same time he was longing for this to be continued too much... As if understanding him without words, Victor freed one hand and reached for boy's palm. Nearly sobbing Yuuri squeezed frosted fingers, pulled to the face and desperately clung to them, kissing (more like sloppily licking...) white wrist through gasps and screams. For a moment Snow King's mouth left his length. Boy sobbed in protest, but cold fingers caressed his cheek and a tongue touched his entrance. Moved over wrinkled skin, slightly sneaking into tight muscle ring. Wrapped around balls and returned to twitching boy's arousal. Yuuri tossed on sheets violently. Screaming. Digging teeth into porcelain wrist. His (not so strong in Snow King's arms in general) self-control cracked. He didn't even think about moving away or saying something to his Yuki no Kami. He wasn't able to think or talk at all... Only when the world around stopped spinning, he released the grip on white hand and opened eyes breathing hard. Splinters of the northern sky looked right at him. Playful, happy and with hidden bitter tenderness. Whitish traces covered his face and some silver locks. With a soft smile Victor raised his exhausted boy from the bed and pulled into tight embrace, pressing Yuuri's head to the shoulder. Boy still breathed hard looking through half-lidded eyes how his Snow King wiped his face with a free hand and licks fingers. Perfect lips touched stuck together from sweat dark hair: - Well, солнышко/sunshine, were U mine enough? Yuuri, who a moment ago was almost sleeping in Victor's embrace, moved with unexpectedly fresh strength. Pushed his King on sheets and set on his waist with almost demonic, too adult grin: - Enough?.. Obviously. Not. Victor's surprised gasp drowned into boy's kiss.

[Little Kay, when did U learn to be this intense?..]

Boy's tongue left lips of his King and moved over his face, replacing the rest of exact whitish spots with saliva. He moved down, marking porcelain skin with every kiss. Every next one under another. Crimson stairway to... Hell? Heaven? Like kids used to draw in the midnight on mirrors. Summoning for spirits from the another world. Calling for the supreme being... It will be visible tomorrow... Yuuri left one more purple mark on Victor's ribs, smiling to this thought and in a corner of his mind desperately solving a problem: how to make this overcaring Snow God to do the same to him... To show everyone they belong to each other. Boy reached evidences of his inappropriate vision on the abdomen and began to clean them away with tongue too. Somehow he didn't feel embarrassed anymore. (Although anxiety will pretty much return in the morning. Being twice... No. Twenty times stronger. But not now... Now his entire being were filled only with his Yuki no Kami.) Wet traces on shivering beautiful body... Hard breath of his young King. Weak, caressing grip of cold fingers in dark silk. Yuuri almost roared, letting some more saliva droll from his tongue on white skin not far from Victor's arousal. Small boy's fingers smeared a wet spot over heating (like ultimate frost?) skin, touched the hardness and mixed it with precum. - Y-yuuri! - cracked gasp and arched back of his Snow King. Breathing hard, nearly chocking from tormenting mix of excitement and anxiety, boy caressed a white thigh and clumsily leaned to the hard muscle with the mouth. Not like he really knew what to do. When Victor did it to him he was too overwhelmed with excitement, pleasure and happiness to realize or remember exact movements. Boy tasted the wetness on arousal with the tip of his tongue, traced the vein and took all Snow King's length into the mouth, greedily trying to swallow every twitch, every drop of the proof his young God feels the same. The same as him. He imagined it so often before - sharing the love with his King like this. To give him all the lust and tenderness at once. To feel all Polar blizzard inside. This way. And many others... Every time thinking about it Yuuri had no choice but to please himself. In the corner of his clouded mind he remembered how it was. Moves that brought unsatisfying in a lonely room relief... Following this trace of thoughts boy fastened the pace, with a firmer grip, every time trying to gulp more. Small palm teasingly squeezed balls... - Yuuri!! Yuu-ri... M-move... Away... - husky scream and a soft push of white hand. Boy dug nails into porcelain hip and sucked harder... For less then a second grip of cold fingers in dark locks became forceful and almost violent. But during this moment Yuuri nearly came again, hungrily swallowing whitish heat and imbibing every toss and every scream of his the one and the only God. Breathing hard and still being unable to open eyes Victor blindly pulled his boy into a kiss. Tired, embarrassed but happy kiss: - Я люблю тебя... - husky whisper of Snow King warmed lips of his Kay. Then he gasped trying to return to reality: - Ah! It means.. - It means "I love U". Я тебя тоже, Снежный./ Love U too Snezhnblj. - Yuuri kissed blushing cheek and giggled, hiding his face in Victor's neck. How could his genius Kami be so naive and think he didn't learn this most important phrase in his language beforehand?...

#victuuri AU or whatever... #teen military AU

[beet-rootesoupevodkabanya]

Post-apocalips Military AU

I’ve lost in chapters and forgot how I called them... XD

It smells with burning powder. With disgustingly sweet metal. With burned flesh. And with something almost imperceptible. Like soft meadow flower fragrance. Smell of death. The one that can't be mistaken for something else. Silver-haired sixteen years old boy sneaked in a partly ruined window. "Frog" waits near. Elders are so predictable. Of course they try to be tricky. To catch them of guard. But... No. Not like they're stupid. It's just the tracks of their minds. If U understood it once, U'd have been always able to predict their actions. People are mammals too. And like mammals they have a tendency to trust their experience...to much. He lands right behind the "frog". They wait for him of course. But... From the other side. He steps on partly burned woods. It should break under his weight. Or at least drop some cinder uncovering his presence. But it won't. He knows it. Just knows with that weird instinct that always made him not to be scared of darkness. Absolutely opposite. He always happily fell in blackest abyss like in the embrace. If the death feels like eternal darkness, it's fine to die, right?... He jumps down almost silently. Soldiers see him too late. When he is already in the air. In a free fall. He presses the trigger. Minus one. Minus two. Minus...

Minus eight.

Finished here. Fast and easy. Or not so easy. Silver-haired shadow digs shivering fingers into burned bricks of the wall. Adrenalin of battle has gone. Head spins. Knees aren't weak. Just the entire body feels unreal. Like it happens sometimes in dreams. Battle lasted for 52 hours. He didn't sleep. Didn't eat. Didn't even talk. Only fizzed orders to Cris and rarely gulped water from metal flask. Something sticky touches his cheek. Sticky. Wet. Smells like rotten sweets and metal. He unwillingly turns head. Why this stupid, dirty and soaked in blood carpet is so close? And what a fuck the window is doing on the floor? He shuts lashes and shakes a head. Now. To open eyes. To get up. To walk 500 meters more. To take wounded Cris. And to go with him 800 meters more, to the place where helicopter will be able to take them. It's not difficult. Not too far. Just. One minute. One fucking minute of silence. Darkness in lulling. Tempting. It's so close. Inside the head. Under lashes. Just keep them tightly closed and it will wrap around and keep exhausted body in it's embrace. Black abyss caresses partly bruised white skin, takes away the pain, worries, duties... It eases every burden. Heals. Calms down. Black abyss must be silent. Silent and tender like depth of the Arctic Ocean... It's almost here... Only these stupid thuds ruin it. Thuds and too loud, annoyingly dry breathe. [Stop for a bit, U two...] Thin body in full battle uniform lays on the floor. In unnatural position of fallen porcelain doll. Heartbeat and breath become weaker. In this condition the dose of adrenaline is needed. But Capitan Nikiforov doesn't have it with him anyway. It's almost good. Pain is so dull already. A bit more... Noone waits anyway. Cris has connector. He will be picked up by that helicopter. The task is fulfilled. No need to return. To the war... To blaming... To gossips... To the life where U're always a target regardless of what U do... It's better to sink in black abyss. It's cuddling. It leans to the collarbone like dark silk. Softly caresses cheek...

Caresses?! Cheek?!

He forces himself to open eyes. Gloomy light hurts like broken glass dust. How long did he laid like this? Chronometer on the wrist says not more than 10 minutes. He tries to inhale but skin on dry lips cracks leaving annoyingly sticky traces. Shaking and chattering teeth from hell knows why appeared fever he hardly sits on the floor, gulps the rest of the water and slowly stands up on still weak legs. Some of eliminated enemies must have water with them. There are 1300 meters to go. He has to check up. Just to make sure that kid survived. It won't hurt - to die next time, right?..

**************************** Yuuri leaned to his commander, tracing fingers through silver, now short but still stunning locks. It was dark already. But still warm enough to sit on the balcony, stare at the Moon and talk about everything. They were only together for this weekend since Beka and Kitty used the day-off to visit Safe Zone. Their part of the building was all dark. Telling the truth it all began from simple talk about Victor's weird love to darkness. And somehow turned into rare frank memories. Yuuri set behind his General who half-laid on boy's chest. He tightened the embrace, nuzzling winter silk with a cheek. Snow King reached for Kay's head, blindly caressing dark locks in reassuring gesture. He had a long story to tell. Countless long stories... But he didn't want to make his boy feel sad. Especially for unimportant things that had already gone: - Ok, малыш, enough for tod... Yuuri's palm covered cold fingers: - Tell me everything. My Yuki no Kami-sama.

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Cris is heavy. "Падла ебучая/ Fucked up bastard" - almost inaudibly mutters Capitan Snow King - "Либо блять жри меньше, либо подыхай сразу в следующий раз.../ Either fucking eat less or die faster next time..." Although he realizes in the corner of his mind this blaming isn't really correct. His teammate is rather skinny. But for exhausted body it feels like a small tank. And when Cris breathes out: - What are U saying?... He just boldly fizzes: - Praying... Not like his teammate really believes but he snorts and doesn't ask anymore. Thin, almost invisible thread hides in a grass. It's supposed to be unnoticeable. Trap? Of course it is. Snow King curses silently. He told it to colonel Feltsman - that they have defectors since last huge operation. At the very least two soldiers who were proclaimed deceased. Burned corpses weren't theirs. It was too obvious from the way they laid. If air mine stroke them close enough to burn flesh to bones, it should have also torn bodies apart. And of course they wouldn't be able to fall down as if they tried to run away. It's technically impossible. No. These wounds were caused already after death. And corpses were left there intentionally. Of course he tried to explain it to colonel Feltsman. And of course old commander almost rolled on the floor, screaming how impossible it is for a martial from his division - to become a traitor. And how low it is - to suspect heroes who died for the rest of the civilization. Great. Just great. Are U happy, old fart?! He slowly lets Cris on the ground, whispering orders. Even in this weak state he can cover him with fire when needed. The riffle can be put on supporter. Silver shadow disappears between ruins and trees. Long time ago this place was an old cemetery. Then grown up trees almost turned it into a park. Then the war ruined it. What bothered Capitan Nikiforov much - was how the hell trees were able to survive it. They can't recover and grow this fast. He knew too well how real abandoned places look like. Nothing like this. Plants were too fresh an clean. Like in the pure depth of the wild forest. Impossible... But. It's not the time for it now. He hides behind the remains of old family tomb. People are weird. They're stupidly afraid of such places in peaceful life. But loose the last decency at the war. Although in a step from death the luck is needed like never else. Cold fingers lay on the gray wall in a wordless promise to make it silent as before in no time. Shot from the distance throws a man on the ground. They instinctively fall covering heads and trying to figure out where was it from. It takes less then a couple of seconds. But for this short moment they're a perfect target for a silver death jumping from the top of the tomb. Only 5 of them here. And two somewhere far. No way to catch them if not being a bait. Polar Death stays near the ruined wall, looking around and speaking into [turned off] connector: - Enemies are eliminated. All 5 of them. Task is completed. They will be too tempted to capture him alive. Move on the right. Almost unnoticeable. Silver shadow rushes to his hide-out inside ruins. It will cover from explosion. It definitely has too... He presses the trigger while falling behind the stone. Scream in the distance. He got the target. As always. He has no ability to miss. Microseconds of this occurrence last unnaturally long. Endless microseconds between the shot and the explosion... Fucking flash-bang shit!!! He covers head on time but ringing in ears is still painful. It could be harmless from this place... For a healthy body in a full strength. Not for deadly exhausted ghost he is now. Hurts. Everything hurts. Light. Sounds. Air. Where are U - beloved endless night?... He falls on the ground in unnatural position. As if being stunned unconscious. The last one will appear in some seconds. His [loud and clumsy on Snow King's opinion] steps are too obvious. Just let him close and shoot both shoulders. Then drag to the meeting place. He will be forced to talk. Sooner or later. And everyone will think the youngest high officer planned it all from the very beginning. To get a higher rank. Again blaming. Rarely aloud. Most of them are dirty looks and whispers behind the back. Although... Who cares... Black abyss is here again. So close. So soft. So accepting. Grenade under left hand. What if to pull the ring?... Traitor will be eliminated. Cris will be saved by reinforcement. Makkachin? He waits... But old commander won't leave him alone. Makka is loved by all the base. He will live a long, happy life there. Darkness is so kind. It never demands for something. It cuddles body and mind. It wraps around like a softest embrace whispering "My Yuki no Kami-sama..."

WHAT?...

He releases the grip on the grenade ring, forcing his mind to return to reality. Insanity took not more then a couple of [eternal] seconds. Steps are already so close... Deserter was too incautious. Broken frosted doll comes to life in a blink of an eye. Storms from the ground, pressing the trigger. Twice. Scream. Smell of burning powder. Drops of blood splashed in the air. Wounded prey struggles under Snow King's foot. Feelings are so sharp again. Every move is light and easy. It's so called "second wind". Sounds good. But in such condition it's just an irredeemable credit for body and mind... Capitan Nikiforov bends to the tied up enemy, cuts clothes near wounds and pours some powder there. And brings a lighter. It's painful but not deadly. Snow King knows it too well. How old was he when he had to use this shitty trick to stop own bleeding for the first time? 12?.. 13?.. It worked. Left an ugly scar. But worked. Scream. Captured one falls unconscious. But he still breathes. He won't die from blood loss now. Maybe in any other circumstances Snow King would prefer to bandage him. But he already spent all their medical stuff on Cris. He walks to his teammate, dragging the defector by his vest. Only 200 meters left. Lieutenant Giacometti says something but Snow King doesn't hear him. Only grabs his waist, dragging forward. 100 meters. 50... 20... Teammates jump up from the helicopter to take Cris and captured one. Gloomy air is still so bright. Even hurts eyes. When the picture is so vivid, why is it so hard to concentrate on anyone's face? Although... Is it necessary?.. The task is fulfilled... Darkness... Where are U?... It's too bright even through tightly shut eyelids. Black abyss creeps from inside the head. Slowly drowns the world in lightless waves. Drop by drop sneaks into every cell. Finally. Falling unconscious he indifferently hears medic's screams: "Put him on the stretcher! Glucose to the vein! Phys-saline! Adrena..."

He doesn't hear it anymore. Black abyss looks at him from wide pupils of boy's short-sighted eyes. It leans in, caressing cheek: - ...And I found U... My Yuki no Kami-sama. Capitan Snow King leans to this small hand, dissolving in lulling darkness. Black depth of Arctic Ocean wraps around his body in so healing, so loving embrace. He falls into it's caress letting it to take away all pain, worries, burdens... All weight of loneliness disappears inside the darkest polar night. Somewhere in the corner of his mind he still remembers he must check up about that weird kid from the hospital. Just to know he survived and is fine now.

Thin porcelain body in dirty uniform tosses almost in convulsions on the stretcher inside the helicopter. Medic team tie up his wrists and calfs to the sides. It's a usual deal. Wounded or exhausted soldiers can have different reactions on treatment. And often could unconsciously harm themselves and others. He shakes in bandages, laughing and crying and with cracked voice convinces someone (or maybe himself): - I'm just gonna get to know... To check up... I promised to protect... I need to know... If the one I promised it is still alive...

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Warm drop fell on porcelain cheek. General hurried to get up but his domestic black abyss tightened the hug, not letting go. He wouldn't let go even if to order to. Snow King nuzzled boy's shoulder: - C'mon, Yuuri, no need to cry! It's.. Soft lips leaned to his with a stubborn denying sound. More tears fell on Snow King's face. But he already surrendered in the hold of the darkness. Now he could afford it. Feeling how toned body relaxed in his arms, Yuuri tried to smile through kiss and tears. Caressed silver locks and kissed small scar under the fringe that almost noone knew about: - I'm sorry... My Yuki no Kami-sama. I'm so late. I found U so late. Snow King leaned to boy's chest more, with half-lidded eyes, remembering something again: - Nah... Just on time. U can't even imagine how on time U was that day...

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- Feltsman! Fuck your mother... Do something about your subordinate! It's your responsibility after all!!! - highest officers of old school (now everyone who were in military before the catastrophe are called like that) were half in rage, half in despair. Old colonel hid his eyes and obviously didn't know what to say. Even if words of Capitan Nikiforov sounded reasonable. Even if he gathered proofs. Even if from logical point of view he had no choice and it's a huge luck he wasn't provoked by that fake kidnapping of civilian. Even if so... Is it natural for sixteen years old kid to be this cruel?? This calculating? And to stand against people 3 times older then him now? And what's the worst - he already officially stated he won't let any peaceful agreement happen. Yes, his reasons are serious. Yes, it's sad to admit but he is right. But still... In this huge conference-room, near the massive table young Snow King seemed too small. And even fragile. Especially when he set like that... With lowered head and loosened silver locks covering eyes. He hid hands under the table and his pose could give random watcher an idea he is nearly crying. The last who spoke jumped up from his chair, rushed to young Capitan and bended close to him: - What? Why did U shut up? Didn't imagine more bullshit? - Sir... - silver-haired Polar Death slowly rose head. No. No tears in sky-like gemstones. Only fathomless glades into threat. Absolutely unreadable. Merciless. And cold: - There's no need to get this close to me. I understand U use your body scent as a protection from being captured. But I insist! U should keep it for enemies only. Arrogant one-sided smirk lasted less then some seconds, turning into frosted hateful grin. Highest officer gasped, tuned red and inhaled deeply in desperate wish to defend himself. After all, how did this little shit dare??!! Mocking whistle stopped the fight a second before it began. Snow King who set childishly curling into a ball and hiding hands, spread his shoulders and laid hands on the table. Thin fingers held a glock and a flash-bang device. Both in battle mod. He tilted head to the side with humiliating grin and narrowed eyes: - Ladies and gentlemen... U all were technically on line all this time. And didn't notice it. How can U trust your judgement about a situation after this? Even now I can capture U all, sell U to any gang and have an actual sit of a King there. Behind the wall. And I can lure away all best soldiers. Be sure, they will follow me, not U. - He snorted bitterly - U forgot... U weren't in battle for too long... Polar Death looked the room around. Telling the truth he couldn't say for sure if they realized the meaning of his words or was it glock being this cogent: - Meeting is finished. Feel free to go. Snow King stood up, pensively nodded to completely lost (but not really surprised) commander and went away.

He stayed on the balcony for rather long. Or better to say - set curling into a ball and smoking cigarettes one after another. Of course old colonel already was here and played mother-hen part. Like "U're too young and don't understand! They can be rough but of course they didn't mean anything bad." And so on, and so force... [Oh, yeah, old man, I already believe... Let's be honest, if that teammate of yours tried to punch me, U wouldn't interfere, right?...] Of course he let commander see the empty cartridge of his gun. And when he sigh in relief, added indifferently that in fact he could kill them all with bare hands. And he'd finished the last one even before the first one reached the floor falling. Commander went away cursing and swearing his young subordinate will be the reason of heart-attack. And Capitan Snow King set here for a couple of hours longer. Idea came unexpectedly. Stupid idea but... The life is stupid itself... In some minutes he already sneaked from the Base to the Neva bank. With Makkachin and a bottle of vodka snatched from Yakov's cabinet. It's always said alcohol eases the pain, right?...

Piter's nights are gloomy. That very [shitty] white nights... Not white if to tell the truth. More like gray and dirty. They annoyed Snow King mostly because this season has stolen his precious darkness. That blackest dead freedom of night sky with not-existing-anymore stars. He opened the bottle, realizing he forgot snacks. Well... No other choice anyway... He gulped from the neck. Chocked and coughed. It was burning. It scratched the throat and hurt empty stomach. Of course he had neither time no wish to have supper. But. It's ok... It must work faster like this. Makkachin whined and poked his cheek with vet nose. Not like this hurting liquid really helps... Victor lit a cigarette, pensively caressing dog's fur, and gulped more. Half of the bottle is finished. Where's that famous unreasonable joy everyone talked about? Of course he drunk spirit before. But just a little. To feel warmer or to ease the pain. In short breaks between battles in the middle of frosted, covered with snow land. Head ached badly. From hunger, cigarettes, alcohol but mostly from that shitty meeting. What are they always so mad about? He brought victory. Found answers. Prevented more troubles. But... [Seems like the last thing people want is the reality... They demand miraculous solution. Without blood, dirt... Without efforts. If U can't make it like this, U'll end up being a villain in any fairytale.] Head spun. Badly. Polar Death opened one more pack of cigarettes. Finished the bottle and winked to Makkachin: - I look like spoilt brat, right? Teen drinking and smoking at night on the bank. Everyone would think so. Arrogant spoilt brat...

(Makkachin tapped the grass with a tail. At least young master began to talk...)

Snow King snorted with a wry grin. Ruffled soft brown fur and bursted into laughter. It took less then some seconds. He buried face into dog's back, hugging Makka. Laughing turned into tempest of sobs.

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- Promise me, we'll visit that place together... That very Neva bank... - Yuuri's embrace became almost painful. Tight to the insanity. But the more possessive his hold was, the more relaxed Snow King felt in arms of his Kay. As if adoration went from skin to skin... He rested a head on boy's shoulder: - We'll do if U want. But... This place is all ruined now. Nothing interesting. Not like he wanted to return to that place ever but... Who knows... Maybe with Kay it will feel different?.. - I have a thing to do there... - Yuuri nuzzled silver locks with a cheek. Softly. Tenderly. But with not-so-hidden insane jealousy. - Even that land itself must see U're not alone anymore.

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He dragged himself to the Base after dawn. No need to hurry. He had a day-off anyway. Even without mirror he knew he looked like shit. Hang-over and sleepless night had no mercy. While crossing the yard he heard it. Whispers. "Nikiforov was in Safe Zone. Celebrated that victory." "He doesn't care how many people he killed." "Of course. He has money and ranks for it." "Look at him. Obviously had fun all night long." "I wonder if he slept with a boy or a girl? Or both?"

[With my riffle, U, scum!!!!!!!]

In any other condition he'd definitely say something mean. Not because he really cared but because such things need reaction. Actually it was how civil war began. Only because too many crimes were left without punishment by elders. It worked like a banner in the sky: "Do whatever U want. Civilization is over." But now he wasn't in the right state at all... Falling on the bed and sinking in lulling darkness he half-consciously asked himself how it feels - to have someone who would always be by your side? Stand for U whatever happens? Against the entire world... [Nah! Stupid thoughts. Such sentimental stuff exists only in books.] Cuddling darkness dragged him into comforting embrace for next 10 hours.

He woke up in the evening. Left furry lazy ass on the Base and joined the car to the Safe Zone. Not like he wanted to visit it, but he physically wasn't able to stay in these walls. ...Solution appeared in a head more and more vivid with every step on the stone embankment. Yes... Next time. In the battle... To be just a second late... To catch a bullet. And finally reunite with the black abyss. They won't suspect... And won't hurt Makka. They will cherish him for all his dog's life. [Arn't I adult enough to marry the darkness?..] He grinned to this thought. Now it felt even comforting. [Darkness is possessive. It will steal me from everything. Erase memories, duties, burdens. Yeah... That's the best of all...] He leaned to the fence and took out a cigarette...

Shadow. Between houses in fifty meters...

Black abyss looked at him from wide pupils of Asian kid: - Kami... Sama...

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- U know, it happened every time then... - Snow King lit a cigarette, inhaled the smoke and leaned tighter to Yuuri with his back - I made sure no child from that group of patients died that time. It meant U survived. So... I promised to myself to find U... But every time when I was in Safe Zone... I thought U don't remember me, and it'll be a useless bother... And... U know... I didn't want to see that look... Like... U don't need me... And... He stopped talking. Porcelain body felt tense again. Boy kissed his ear, stroking winter silk: - And?... General shivered and snorted. Bitterly and embarrassed: - Time passed... I... I couldn't even admit it to myself but... I was afraid to see U being in love with somebody else... U know... I thought I just imagined U loving me... I'm sorry, Yuuri! Of course I didn't mean U have no right, I just... Telling the truth Victor was ready to wipe boy's tears and comfort him after that. He almost regretted this unnecessary frankness. But Yuuri's hug only became tighter. Soft lips touched General's forehead: - Stupid kid. I always loved only U.

[This simple?? He isn't offended?? Isn't mad at me?? Despite of what I said??]

Warm fingers went through silver locks. - Vitenka... - boy's voice sounded weirdly (for Snow King's opinion) tender - If U would met me that time... What did U want us to do? General Nikiforov tossed in Guard's arms with a short laugh. Set on the floor not looking at Yuuri and biting knuckles. Even his ears were red. Boy leaned to his back giggling: - C'mon, sir, reveal your secret to your Guardian. I swear to do anything U wanted. No, playful intonations didn't help at all. It only made Victor even more embarrassed. - Well... U see... I... - he deeply inhaled as if before confession in crime - I-wanted-to-sleep-on-your-laps. He blurted in out fast. All red as if being caught on something stupidily childish: - I wanted to lay, cry and feel U stroking my hair. Ok. I said it. Now U can laugh. Yuuri silently pulled him back. To lay on his laps. Being still red and not opening eyes General followed his move. Milky-white fingers began to stroke silver locks, face, neck, shoulders. Slowly taking away burning polar dawn. Like decent black abyss should do. Of course it happened before sometimes. And every time Snow King stayed like this, defenseless and relying on his Kay, Yuuri couldn't help but chocked with bitter tenderness. Because in his hold Polar Death turned again into that lonely boy who was too scared to loose his only fairytale. After some minutes of silent caress, Snow King's lips shivered in a small smile: - Hey, what are U even doing, Kayio?... If U won't stop I'll cry from happiness for real. Boy reached to kiss porcelain, still a bit pink, cheek: - If it's from happiness, I don't mind to cause it. Splinters of northern sky looked into black depth of the Arctic Ocean. With a question Yuuri was able to recognize even before his King realized it himself. He leaned to Victor's lips answering: - I want to be yours. Completely.

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Yuuri didn't properly remember later how did they reach their room. All he realized were that icy gemstones and slow nod of his King. After walking in hand in hand Yuuri led his General to the bed to sit there. And got down on his knees in front of him. Silence was tense. But softly. Overloaded with love and wordless devotion. Boy took both white hands kissing bruised from trainings knuckles. Cold fingers tenderly caressed his lips. He leaned in, warming them with breath: - Vitenka... (He loves how it sounds! Tinkling like silvery chime of icicles at the sunny end of the winter.) - I'm sorry... I had to be with U all that time. He buried face into frosted hands: - U were longing for death so often... It's my fault. I wasn't there for U. But... Thank U for waiting until I returned. Strong arms locked him into embrace. Desperate and even suffocating. Also General's voice sounded soft and cheerful: - C'mon, Yuuri, it's not your fault. And don't talk like saying good bye. U remember it, right? How to say thanx for such things in Russian. Boy raised a head. He remembered. Splinters of northern sky looked at him with bittersweet tenderness. That uselessly tried to hide behind a shining smile. Yuuri returned the embrace and kissed porcelain cheek. Trying to fill the innocent touch with all his love. (Not like it was possible though... He knew pretty well nothing can fit in all he felt to this man.) But Victor laughed quietly and happily, digging fingers into dark locks: - I love U, малыш. Yuuri made an unclear puppy-like sound, clinging to Snow King and searching for his lips. Blindly and desperately. Chocking with air and tenderness. It happened to him sometimes. Being overwhelmed with his Yuki no Kami he lost the ability to speak and hardly even breathed or thought. Because need to release all the love he kept for his Snow King was too unbearable. Words can't express it. Boy slowly raised black t-shirt, exposing perfect and scarred body of Winter Lord. Beautiful... Of course he saw it countless times before. Stared mesmerized at water drops sliding this white skin, at moves of strong and lean muscles under silky cover, at sun rays that shamelessly nuzzled every cell (God! He envied them to tears!!!!). Went insane seeing it bleeding in a battle. Cried watching it covered with bandages. And died from shame being unable to stop fantasies looking at drops of sweet and heavy breath of his General in the middle of training. Of course it wasn't the first time he took Snow King's clothes off to say "Aishiteru" wordlessly. By touches. And still every time he was stunned. Like Northern lights his commander's beauty wasn't a view to get used to. Seam of an old wound from the right under ribs. Uneven and partly burned. Yuuri caressed it with fingertips, looking in splinters of northern sky and making a questioning sound. Snow King waved his hand: - Yes. That very one. But now it's fi... Ahhh!!... Porcelain body shivered under soft touch of lips on the scar. Boy's compassion applied to damaged and healed skin went through flesh and blood, making limbs weak and head spin. Wet warmth traced the seam, caressing every uneven line. Cherishing it. As if painful past can be taken away when the touch is tender enough. Yuuri knew pretty well already how sensitive scarred skin can be. He spent hours in General's bed, talking about everything and caressing traces of old wounds. And his Snow King narrowed eyes and almost purred from pleasure that left him relaxed and even weak. And now it ended up just like before: Victor moaned and fell on sheets, letting Yuuri to explore flawless and damaged white silk. Boy crawled on the bed, pulled his General higher and leaned to his body again. Kissing sides, abdomen, chest. Caressing every centimeter with mouth, nuzzling still wet skin with a cheek. He loved every smallest move of lean muscles under this scarred velvet. Every shiver, every soft or death threatening movement. Long time before they saw each other for the first (second if to be concrete) time in their Base hall. Messed up boy, looking younger then he really is in his nerdy glasses and stupid hat with a piglet. And General Snow King. The most beautiful and unavoidable death ever existed in the whole world. Cold fingers went through dark silk. Victor pulled boy's t-shirt to take it away too. And pressed Yuuri to his chest. To feel how cuddling darkness leans in, wrapping around his entire body. So simple. And so good. Better than anything else. Soft lips touched his earlobe: - My Yuki no Kami-sama... Make me yours... How did they undress, took the lube out of the nightstand and ended up entangling limbs and locking lips on each other's, Yuuri didn't properly remember later. He was overwhelmed with fast and heavy heartbeat in porcelain chest. Tried to cling closer to this sound, to dissolve in it, laughing and screaming from happiness with every touch of his Winter God. Honey sparkles in black eyes were a kind of drunk already. As well as bright blush on milky-white skin. Although the reason was General Nikiforov and only him. Cold hand squeezed boy's thigh close to the arousal. Yuuri moaned arching his back and spreading legs. But [so pleasant] grip disappeared... Still breathing hard Victor cupped boy's face. So weird expression of icy-blue eyes... Still clouded with desire but a kind of worried. - Yuuri... - He caressed boy's cheek, blushing. - Are U sure?...

[Not this again, Снежный. Should I beg U to fuck me on my knees? Although... No so bad idea, U know...]

Seemed like mischievous thoughts blinked into Yuuri's eyes, because perfect lips dropped a small relived smile. Dark silver lashes covered splinters of Northern sky: - Are U sure U want me to do it to U first?... Warm fingers laid on reddish cheeks, pulling Victor into a kiss. Tender and reassuring kiss that replaced lots of words. Yuuri stroke silver hair and reached for General's ear, hugging his shoulders: - If U want... I'll repay my debt after... I swear to do my best... Sir. For some moments strong body laid on Yuuri with all it's weight, surrendering into warm, tender touch. As if charging from boy's confidence that was always woken up by physical contact. - Yuuri... - Snow King set on the bed, holding his breath for a moment like before jumping to the water. Boy arched his back, reaching for his face: - Mmmm?.. - I love U... Viktor bended to raise him and hold on his knees, leaning to supporting arm. As a doll or a little sleepy child. Seemed like these associations appeared in heads of them both, because Yuuri smirked gladly and Snow King blushed biting the lip in effort to stop smiling. Cold fingers, slick and wet from lube, teasingly traced Yuuri's hardness and stopped at the entrance. Caressing hand slid from side to side, changing moves from light touches of fingertips to forceful grip with all palm and repeated it again. Yuuri moaned and breathed hard, blindly reaching to caress Snow King behind him. He was already hard. Although things didn't move further then this yet. Panting boy dropped head on Victor's shoulder. To wait became more and more unbearable with every second. Especially if to take in count that hip felt twitching and dripping proof of how much his General really wanted to continue. - Do it... Pleeeeeease... Viiitenka... - Yuuri moaned it almost aggressively, grabbed white wrist and pulled it forward, making fingers to enter inside. Light shadow of pain from hurried move caused a loud moan and frantic jerks of hips. To meet Snow King's hand. Victor's efforts to slow down was met with unsatisfied growl. - Yuuri... Are U fine? Doesn't it hurt? - whisper in the ear was worried but still passionate.

[Fine? Nothing is fucking fine here! I'm almost cuming from your slightest move, Снежный Король, and don't know how much longer could hold back!!!]

- Do me... - Yuuri's husky whisper with closed eyes was even masterful. Of course Snow King didn't listen completely. Grip on boy's shoulders became tighter. Moves of cold fingers intensified, exploring the tight heat from the inside. Sharp, almost tormenting pleasure made him shiver and scream, scratching Snow King's back with one hand and biting another one in desperate efforts not to cum from only this. When Yuuri opened eyes he was already laid on sheets. Victor kissed fresh bruise on his hand. In icy-blue eyes splashed unfamiliar expression. Tender and a bit mischievous responsibility. He leaned to boy's lips, spreading his legs and supporting his butt with one hand while another one still caressed relaxed after it all entrance: - Now... Wet from lube hardness moved inside slowly. Somewhere in the corner of Yuuri's mind blinked a thought that it's good. Good that body feels weird and overwhelmed with not so comfortable sensation. Because in any other way he would definitely cum the second Snow King entered him. And he wouldn't be able to enjoy this very feeling. Of Victor's heating body inside of him. Of icy-blue eyes locked on him with wide pupils, observing every smallest movement - to know if little Kay would feel anything wrong. Of frosted fingers holding boy's hips in deadly strong grip, not letting any [hurtful] hurried move happen.

[Why so slow? Why not painful at all? Don't hold back, my Yuki no Kami-sama... I need to feel U going crazy...]

Yuuri spred himself over sheets, narrowing eyes and moaned. Even simple looking at his blushing and panting but so overprotective Winter Lord could make him finish it accidentally. Even before reaching the actual physical pleasure. - Yuuri?... - white hand laid on boy's cheek. Of course General was going to ask how his boy feels and if they should stop...

[Caught off guard!!!!]

Boy's legs wrapped around his waist, forcefully pushing him deeper inside. Victor gasped, instinctively trying to slow down and realizing that his self-control won't last long like this... Yuuri grabbed his Yuki no Kami into the embrace, tossing under him with closed eyes and an insane grin. Warm fingers traced scarred satin of General's back and stopped on his butt. Squeezing. And pulling forward to intensify thirsts. Just like it happened countless times in Yuuri's fantasies. - Yeah... Like this... Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!! - Boy screamed, digging nails into Snow King's skin. That very spot! If it wasn't still a bit uncomfortable because Yuuri rushed everything up before, he'd definitely cum already... - I love U... My Yuki no Kami-sama... - boy traced fingers through winter locks and [nearly crying from happiness] felt how Victor's body relaxed in his hold and thirsts became more free and wild. Soft lips leaned to boy's face: - I love U too, малыш... Burring face into boy's shoulder, General still did his best to move gently. His caress of dark locks and boy's chest kept a shadow of comforting. As if he regretted causing pain.

[Снежный... Do U really think I won't make U forget all these stupid doubts?...]

With a mischievous smirk Yuuri rolled them to change positions... So he could ride his King. Victor gasped unsurely. But heavy moves of white chest, husky moans and certain feeling of twitching, hot hardness inside Yuuri's body left no doubts: he liked it. Boy intertwined their fingers and began to move. Forcefully and even violently. Trying to take his General as deep as he could. (There were no need to go this far to reach the pleasure. But Yuuri didn't even think about having a release that moment. All he felt was a greedy need to possess his Snow God. Under him. Inside of him. To experience how they belong to each other for real and pass this feeling to his Yuki no Kami.) Splinters of northern sky looked into black abyss. Happy and lost at the same time. Grip of cold fingers on Yuuri's loosened. White hand stroke his hip, reached the arousal and began to move. Blurry world spin around... Through misty from lust mind Yuuri still regretted even that light shade of pain faded away so fast... He wanted...no, he needed everything from his God - excitement, satisfaction, pain, love... - Yu-uuri!!! I'm...close... - Victor tossed on sheets, chocking with loud moans. Thirsts of white hips were fast and desperate. He pulled Yuuri's hand, giving him a sign to move away. Boy pressed both palms to the white chest, holding his General, intensifying moves, trying to squeeze him inside. Bended to his ear and whispered: - Don't spill it outside, my Yuki no Kami-sama. I want everything yours only in me. In any other situations Yuuri would die from even thinking about something like this (moments of self-pleasing in despair don't count)... But not now. He leaned backward, arching his back and supporting himself with arms. To reach the maximum contact... Strong body tossed violently under him. Snow King screamed but Yuuri hardly even realized anything because of heating liquid that filled him inside. This sensation itself pushed him to the limit in no time... He fell on Victor, right on whitish traces of own release. Happy laugh replaced scream of pleasure. Heavy moves of white chest were so lulling... But Yuuri forced himself to open eyes. To look at the most beautiful picture ever - at messy and happy, blushing and smiling Snow King. Still a bit lost. As if that lonely winter child he was years ago (and - Yuuri suspected - still existed deep inside) fell right from the war to the insane water swirl of Kay's love. White fingers caressed boy's face: - I love U... Was it...fine?... Yuuri nodded, chasing away sleepy mist of tired joy. Pecked Victor's lips and smiled, remembering the phrase he knew from Yurio. Phrase that (according to Capitan Plisetsky) contained the highest level of pleasure and amazement. - It was really пиздато!!! ...Icy-blue eyes became round. Snow King's breath stopped. And even before Yuuri realized completely that something was wrong, Victor grabbed him into tight embrace and burst into laughter.

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- U know, our Kitty must be hiccuping now... - even after short nap Snow King didn't stop laughing and grumping about their Capitan's prank. Yuuri stretched himself gladly and leaned closer, laying a hand on Victor's butt. In any other case he would at the very least feel embarrassed after that language mess. But still heated body clinging to his, gentle arms wrapped around and still wet feeling between buttocks and hips gave him weirdly strong confidence. - In my land we'd say he must be sneezing... - tip of boy's tongue slightly touched General's lips. Victor smiled caressing dark, silky hair: - I hope both...

- Yuuri... - After some time of silent cuddling Snow King stroke boy's lips with a fingertip, sliding slowly to the neck. - U promised me something, do U remember? For a couple of seconds black abyss was covered with puzzled mist. Then realization came... Yuuri leaned to his King with his whole body, gasping and narrowing eyes with almost predatory look: - I will do my best. As I promised... Deep inside Yuuri wanted to make it perfect for his Yuki no Kami-sama. To do something surprising, something that can excite his General to the limit, something... But he clung to this perfect and tender lips with a kiss and forgot everything. His hands wondered over Victor's body still not completely believing that this absolutely perfect, so beautiful, so loved General and God is here. Trusting him so much. Longing for him. Isn't it all too good for a mere human - to kiss the Polar star?.. Although... (Boy felt it too well now.) Wet hardness touching his thigh made it clear that he's has no right to doubt in God's will. Warm fingertips traced hipbone, teasingly touched arousal and balls and moved to the butt. Fast peck on Victor's lips was questioning. Snow King returned the kiss, reassuringly cupping boy's cheek and nodded. When General did it to him, Yuuri was too excited and happy to notice if the lube is too cold or not. But now he wasn't sure. He held liquid into the palm, sharing the warmth with it and spread it over fingers.

[Is it good enough?..]

He thoughtfully licked the fingertip.

[Must be fine.]

Loud gasp interrupted boy's thinking. Black abyss met splinters of Northern sky... And only then Yuuri realized his General was watching all this scene. Boy blushed, smiled and leaned to Victor's ear, caressing his face: - Sorry for making U wait... Boy's hand slowly slid between buttocks, stroking heated skin, trying to relax it with soft, tender moves. Burning cheek nuzzled Yuuri's palm. Snow King moaned with tightly shut lashes, spreading legs wider and breathing hard. He obviously anticipated for more caress, more touches, more physical expressions of love that only his Kay had a right to give. Boy covered his lips with a kiss. Slow but deep and desperate kiss. His fingertip pressed wrinkled skin a bit more. Not really entering yet, only asking for permission. White hips slightly rocked forward. Encouraged by this move, Yuuri entered him a bit, letting one finger to sink into burning, slippery from lube flesh. Heart thudded. Scarred porcelain chest raised in deep frantic inhales with every move.

[How audible is Snow King's heartbeat now?]

Without thinking boy laid head on this chest. So loud... Mixed with husky breath and impatient already moans. So good... The happiness itself in one sound. Yuuri's lips instinctively touched where these thuds were heard.

[Closer... Even more close...]

Boy covered white velvet with soft kisses. Reached the nipple and caressed it with tongue. Snow King arched his back moaning loudly. Boy's palm that still leaned to Victor's face, stroke silver silk and slid under his shoulders, holding panting General in a tight embrace. Mouth covered sensitive pinkish spot. Sucking. Tracing from side to side. Touching lightly and teasingly. And sucking with a bit of teeth again. Every moan of Snow King sounded more like scream already... Cold fingers traced dark messy hair.

[Should I do more?...]

Boy moved to another nipple and slowly added second finger. Strong body literally melted in his arms with every touch. Snow King weakly laid in Yuuri's grip, blushing and panting. Entrusting himself to his beloved Kay and almost dissolving in every touch and every gentle thirst. He didn't even move, tossing the head back with closed eyes. But perfect lips that let out loud moans were smiling to this so new for him feeling - of being loved. Yuuri clung to him tighter, sloppily kissing from chest to these beautiful smiling lips. Caressing burning body from the inside and feeling how it relaxes around his fingers, boy half-happily, half helplessly realized that he could very possibly cum right now. Just from this sensation. He bit a lip desperately to distract himself with this little pain. And in this moment Victor arched his back, screaming. Icy-blue eyes opened wide staring into the black abyss almost helplessly. Hand that weakly touched boy's side a second ago dug into his shoulder blade with nails, leaving red traces.

[There! That very spot!]

When insane blue sky was covered with dark silver lashes, and heating porcelain body began to move rhythmically to meet his hand, Yuuri looked down for a second. Twitching arousal of his King was all covered with pre-cum. Yuuri gulped fighting the temptation to lick it clean. To feel these throbs into a mouth. He was greedy for every drop... But... Not now. Later. He will do it later. And not even once. Boy leaned to already sweating forehead of his Yuki no Kami: - Do U want me to...? Gasping for air Victor nodded with closed eyes and reached for his shoulders. Yuuri answered the gesture, pulling his King to sit on his laps. Desperate grip of cold fingers will definitely leave marks. Husky moans of his Snow God and insane blue eyes... Everything else disappeared... Yuuri slowly put it in and almost forgot to breath feeling how this perfect body of winter moves forward. To meet him. Boy bit his lip again.

[Not-to-cum-not-to-cum-not-to-cum...]

For a moment blue void fixed on Yuuri's face, slightly returning to the reality. Soft kiss touched boy's bitten lip. Reassuring. Encouraging. Even now Snow King is so protective... So caring... Chocking with tenderness Yuuri hugged his General tighter, kissing porcelain neck.

[Снежный... Let me please U. Let me give all my love to U... Everything I kept for U for so long...]

Strong body on Yuuri's laps tossed, arching the back. Victor's scream was loud. But not louder then thuds of the own heart in boy's ears. He pulled Snow King closer, pressing them forehead to forehead: - My Yuki no Kami-sama... Don't close your eyes. Look only at me. The answer was a frantic nod and fastened jerks of white hips. With an obvious effort icy-blue eyes stayed opened and fixed on black abyss in front of them. Boy's hand laid on Victor's hard-on and began to move. Maybe in black depth appeared a shadow of doubts if he really is able to please his General. Because for a second eye contact was broken. Tender lips reassuringly touched Yuuri's forehead. He gasped, clinging to his King and intensifying moves. Screaming with every thirst, Victor buried face into boy's shoulder. Nails dug into milky-white skin of the back. It will leave both: bruises and scratches. Yuuri didn't even realize he was screaming and grinning, overwhelmed with happiness. He couldn't hold back more. But his General couldn't also... Chocked with moans whisper touched boy's skin while sharp teeth dug into his shoulder: - Yu-uri... Inside... Boy didn't even had time to properly realize... Tight muscle squeezed his arousal in uncontrollable rhythmic jerks, when whitish heat splashed on his abdomen and chest, covering them both. The world shook and melted. Loosing voice and ability to breath, Yuuri weakly fell with Victor on messy sheets, unable to realize completely that his cum is inside his Yuki no Kami now, they did it to each other, it all is for real and he won't wake up anymore desperately trying to cling to disappearing dream. Breathing hard his Snow King weakly caressed scratches on boy's back. It was a bit painful.

[God!!!! So good!!! If it hurts, it means it's for real...]

Yuuri slowly forced himself to rise from Victor's chest. To reach for a kiss. Messy, stuck from sweat silver hair. Burning cheeks. Parted in hard breathes lips. And tired and happy, the most beautiful ever eyes. His General was so stunning that Yuuri even forgot how [pleaseny] exhausted he already was. - I love U. Snegurochka moya... - What??? - Snow King laughed softly. He rarely was this relaxed, completely out of control. - I love you too. But why?? Want me to dissolve from love to U? Yuuri tilted his head to the side. In any other case he'd immediately feel uneasy and nervous but now he was too busy with this living happiness in his arms. - Snegurochka... Isn't it like German Schneekind? Morozko in childhood? It's the analogy of Snow Queen, right? Amount of mythological mistakes in one phrase was unspeakable... General laughed, locking Yuuri in a tight embrace and pecking his lips: - Whatever... When U say it, I love how any of these sounds. Boy pulled his Snow King to lay on his shoulder and caressed his hip in promising gesture: - I won't let my Yuki no Kami-sama dissolve anyway. I'll lick every drop from your precious body. To save it. This night. And always. General snorted. Embarrassed and excited at the same time: - I didn't know Kay could be this intense... Yuuri kissed him. Affectionally despite of all exhaustion: - Kay waited for U for too many eternities, Снежный.

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I am always at high nervous tension. When I do too much, I become physically ill.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter to Alexander Wrangel c. April 1965. (via sheepskeleton)

#fyodor dostoevsky

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Наши розы поросли крапивой, Каждый шип остер и ядовит. Кай сказал мне, улыбаясь криво: “Ледяное сердце не болит.”

Roses are conquered by the nettle. Poisoning and sharp is every thorn. Kay had told me grinning just a little: “Frosted heart will never have a sore.”

Добрый Боже, как темно, как снежно! Страшно, страшно, как в кошмарном сне! Королева Каю дарит нежность, чтобы он не вспомнил обо мне.

Jeasus! Too much darkness! Too much snow! Scary! Scary! Terrifying dream! Majesty grants caress to Kay, so I will not be recognized by him.

Там в высоком призрачном чертоге, Там, где Королевы реет тень. Кай под взором пристальным и строгим С Вечностью играет целый день.

In that high and partly ghostly palace, Where glory of the Master levitates, Under eyes that look intense and chaste With Eternity the whole day Kay plays.

Стихло все. Неслышно птиц небесных. В молчаливом царстве января. Кай молчит. Ему неинтересны Розы, зеркала…и даже я.

Birds aren’t heard in January kingdom, Calm and numb as far as eyes can see. Kay said no word. It’s only boredom For his taste - that roses, mirrors,…me.

В злой метели тает постепенно Замка Королевы монолит. Кай был прав, когда сказал надменно “Ледяное сердце не болит”.

Into blizzard fades away behind Monolithic castle of the foe… Kay was right when lordly said it’s fine. Frosted heart will never have a sore.

Actual author is on screencaps. Translation by me.

#source:https://vk.com/cruelfairytales_vol2 #my reason to translate it is obvious for dear Feli.😉✨

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Post-apocalypse military AU. Hell knows what part...

Well, here they're a couple for a long time already..😅 "Scarlet flower" is a Russian version of "Beauty and the Beast" "Match burning time" - a kind of half-joke in army. Means that soldiers must be able to dress up or undress while the match is burning in commander's hand. ********************************* Stupid social shit! Yuuri bit his lip and swallowed a glass of champagne without even feeling the taste. His King, his God, his Yuki no Kami-sama was busy with that useless talk with random people. For fucking 15 minutes already he payed no attention on his Private Guard! Feeling angry tears close to fall, Yuuri took one more glass of vine (or whatever was there - he didn’t give a fuck.) and hid behind the corner. He saw General from there perfectly. His shining, perfect, insanely loved General. But visitors of this idiotic black-tie event couldn’t see him. Icy-blue eyes explored the ballroom and beautiful face of winter darkened. Unnoticeably for others but rather clearly for lance-sergeant Katsuki. Snow King finished the talk rather fast and moved to the emergency exit. Right where Yuuri was hiding.

- And what does it all mean? - one cold hand raised boy’s chin. Another one took away the glass. - Gonna end up like last time? Despite of strict, scolding voice and serious look, touch of porcelain fingers was still soft. And… Not like his King was seriously angry. He wouldn’t let the physical contact then. Even this small. Yuuri childishly pouted lips and looked aside. He wasn’t truly offended either. But still… His King was busy for too long!!! General sigh looking at wet (not so sober already) eyes and reddish spots on nose and cheeks of his subordinate: - Yuuri, I was busy for literally 10 minutes. - 15! minutes!… - fizzed his Private Guard, sobbing and glaring at Victor from beneath. In such moments Yuuri acted absolutely like a child. Demonstratively suffered but never distanced from his commander. And like a child he demanded to be hugged and reassured. Because his adult one is his entire world… Victor didn’t say it aloud (more like because he couldn’t find right words than wished to hide it) but this possessive puppy affection made him feel loved like nothing else. Yuuri sniffed, sobbed and moved closer to his General. Cold fingers went through dark locks: - Let’s go to the balcony. U need to fresh your head. And I finished here anyway. Yuuri, who already almost buried face into metal palette of Snow Kings battle rewards on his uniform jacket, threw his eyes up. Lips trembled. Either in suppressed need to cry or to grin insanely: - That people… How dare they??!!! They… Looked at U. Stayed close. Talked to U. They aren’t worth… - shivering hand clenched on Victor’s suit-coat. Boy looked aside for a moment and stared into splinters of northern sky again. With absolutely inadequate grin: - One more second with them, and I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all. Every single one who dared to think about U. I’ll tear away their eyes because your beauty is only mine. They have no right to look… Strong hand dragged him to the balcony. In one effortless gesture, like a little puppy. Toned body locked in ceremonial uniform pressed lance-sergeant Katsuki to the wall. Snow King always loved this possessive side of his Kay, they both knew it without words, and Yuuri felt one more proof of it with a knee… - What if I prohibit U to do anything like that? - countless metal stuff on General Nikiforov’s jacket made ringing sound with every heavy breath. He wasn’t drunk of course. Even less then Yuuri. But pupils in frosted gems were wide and porcelain skin blushed. Much more because of his rebellious Private Guard then because of vine. Yuuri stubbornly chewed lip: - I’ll refuse to obey. And kill them anyway. Then U could punish me the way U want. General Nikiforov narrowed eyes. Uselessly trying to hide playful sparkles under cold mask: - U’re drunk… I wonder what nonsense would U say or do if I let U have this one too?… He looked at the glass in his hand. Yuuri tossed his head up in defiance: - Check up then… He reached for the glass but Snow King dried the vine up, thrown a glass from the balcony and pressed his lips to Yuuri’s, passing slightly burning liquid to him. Boy moaned, gulping and sloppily searching for Victor’s tongue. Some alcohol spilled out streaming down on skin of them both. Knees became weak. He grabbed the fabric of commander’s suit coat not to fall, broke the kiss and licked trace of vine from porcelain neck. Buring fingers in dark locks, Snow King forced Yuuri to raise head and did the same, leaving bruise-like mark on milky-white skin under boy’s ear. No way to hide it. But Yuuri wasn’t going to anyway. Absolutely opposite. They all have to see… He moaned hugging his General, wordlessly begging for more. His Snow King rarely was this intense. Most of the time he was overprotective and overcaring, more sensual than lustful. But sometimes Yuuri’s naughty adoration made Snezhnblj Korol feel so desired that he became like this. - Follow me. It’s an order. - honestly to do as Victor whispered in boy’s ear was technically impossible. Because right after these words he thrown Yuuri (who shamelessly laughed immediately, nearly ruining the mood) on the shoulder and moved to the side of empty part of the building.

After loud ceremonial ballroom silence in General’s cabinet seemed ringing. It wasn’t really dark. Lights from outside and summer Moon in open window were enough not to turn on the lamp. General Nikiforov finally put his Private Guard down and cling to his mouth again. Yuuri moaned, reaching to take service cap away from winter silk. But Snow King grabbed his wrists. In pupils of nothern sky played hellish sparkles. - Prove me that your General belongs to U, Kaiyo. - Beautiful lips curled into mischievous, arrogant smirk - It’s an order. Yuuri gasped staring at this winter perfection (This is how polar storm… plays…, right?): - Aye, sir… Lance-sergeant Katsuki pushed his commander to sit on the desk. And hungrily leaned to white neck, impatiently unbuttoning the jacket and shirt. Medals made fitful ringing. So many of them… In the corner of his mind Yuuri questioned himself what Snow King had more - scars or rewards? He wasn’t really fond of wearing them. Always said it’s heavy and uncomfortable. But Yuuri suspected these glittering metal also felt like scars. Wounds turned into material sign of useless admitting. He squeezed General in a tight hold under unbuttoned uniform, anxiously kissing porcelain skin: - I will love U more than the entire world ever could. More than all the humanity. They don’t deserve… U’re only mine… Kiss on scarred collarbone turned into sucking, then into unconscious biting. With a loud moan Snow King arched his back and tossed head, supporting himself with arms, to get more under Yuuri’s insane touch. When boy raised his eyes, head of his General was thrown back. He blushed, breathing hard with tightly shut lashes. And smiled. - More U said? - Snow King’s voice was cracked by heavy gasps - Show me U’re not only talking, lance-sergeant Katsuki. Yuuri chocked with the air. It wasn’t a request, or demand, or challenge. It was a God’s will. At least for him in the exact moment. He began to undo General’s trousers, sloppily kissing white chest. So heavy heartbeat under scarred rib cage… Finally boy finished with stubborn part of clothes and fell on his knees to take off Victor’s shoes. Caressing bare feet of his King, Yuuri saw how aroused his Snezhny already was. Honestly he was no better, with painfully tight, wet pants. But… It’s not the time. Yet. He leaned with a kiss to the tip of the toe. Raised a head and looked at his General Snow King: - U remember what does it mean, right, sir? Northern gems flushed opened: -Lance-sergeant Katsuki, if I don’t see U naked in a match-burning time, U’ll regret it, trust your commander… White feet moved lower, teasingly sliding between Yuuri’s legs. Boy gasped, leaning to the trace of old sewing on Victor’s knee. Kissing, sucking and biting softly. And sloppily tearing off own clothes. Blindly throwing away last item, boy looked at his Snezhny General from beneath. Heart leaped, stubbornly refusing to work. Because right in front of him was the beauty unbearable to watch. Snow King set on the desk, spreading legs and leaning back on straitened arms, still dressed in service cap and his heavy from rewards ceremonial jacket with shirt. Completely unbuttoned, they were opened wide and shown heavy moves of chest with every inhale through bitten lips. He tossed head with half-lidded eyes. Polar dawn burned on porcelain cheeks visible even in gloomy room. White General’s skin looked platinum under Moon light. Weak rays sharpened flawless lines, making him younger…or better to say ageless, and a kind of non-human at all. But the same milky light underlined every smallest scar as well… Damaged and invincible God. So similar to his Arctic Land. Dangerous and fragile. In such moments love felt painful. Stabbing and burning in Yuuri’s chest. He couldn’t express it in words probably, but insanely desired to wrap around his Snezhny Korol like the darkest abyss of the Arctic Ocean. Caressing every smallest spot of his precious body and soul. Cherishing every breath. And suffocating any living creature who dares to steal even one random sight from his King. Still kneeled boy leaned to the white thigh. Kissing. Leaving marks. Worshipping. - I love U… So much… My God… My Kami-sama… - he inhaled it between kisses hardly even realizing he did it aloud, until Victor’s moan and painfully strong grip on the wrist woke him up from this too-good-to-be-a-dream state. Snow King harshly pulled his Kay closer, making him to stand up. Squeezed his exposed body with arms and legs almost violently, digging nails into boy’s back. And leaned to the warm chest with a cheek. Listening to his heartbeat. Just like Yuuri did so often. In a second seducing and threatening polar storm turned into softest, defenseless fresh snow: - I love U too, солнышко/sunshine… Yuuri chocked with air from sudden change. Tears stuck in a throat. What are U doing to your subordinate, General Snow King?… These rewards have sharp pins behind. Holding Victor with one arm, Yuuri blindly jerked hand under medals. Needles of clasps cut his fingers. Not deep but enough to let some blood out. Kay reached for Snow King’s lips, covering them with crimson liquid. - Russian rouge… - he whispered it in Victor’s ear, blushing like hell. General used to laugh a lot at most “Russian” metaphors. But this time he didn’t, only moaned louder, leaning back to boy’s arm. Red rose? Scarlet flower from fairytale of Victor’s land? Opium poppy? Yuuri couldn’t say for sure. But when Snow King’s tongue tasted the red cover, he hungrily leaned to colored lips, smearing blood from damaged hand over porcelain chest. Wet fingers squeezed nipple. General tossed in his hold, scratching his back with one hand and blindly searched over the jacket. To do the same. To mix their blood together. Like they often did in moments of intense closeness. When neither words nor actions were enough to express the burning feelings. Yuuri caught his wrist and kissed the vein: - It’s not your turn, my Yuki no Kami sama. He caressed parted lips with cut fingertip again: - This is how the God should be worshipped. By pouring blood on his altar. Warmth of Victor’s mouth enveloped damaged finger. Moaning with closed eyes he caressed bleeding place with tongue. Intensifying pain and pleasure. With a hard breath boy leaned to the dirtied with blood chest. Head spin from metal taste, shivers of strong body and heavy heartbeats under every kiss. Cold hand forcefully grabbed Yuuri’s chin, bringing him to face his King again: - Worshipped U said… Show me how much then… Your Snezhny Korol needs U, Kay. - despite of intentionally arrogant smirk, expression of northern sky was still soft and full of love. - And don’t U dare to hold back. It’s an order. Victor nodded to the desk’s drawer. They kept lube there. Additional tube. Honestly it was Yuuri’s fault who counted it his sacred duty - to seduce (distract?) his commander every time he was working on papers even a minute longer than usual. Gasping Yuuri fell on his knees again. Took out the bottle but didn’t hurry to apply the lube. Instead he placed perfect white hips on shoulders and leaned with a tongue to the tight, hot entrance. After some moves, that caused impatient moans and screams from his King, cold fingers grabbed Yuuri’s dark locks: - Fucking hurry, lance-sergeant Katsuki! Are U kidding your commander or what?! Boy shivered, helplessly feeling that he is close to cum. He spent countless times before, begging his Snow King to express his needs frankly and even violently. Like this. And in that rare cases when he showed such aggressive passion, Yuuri got crazy being proud and happy. Warm fingers moved inside while boy’s tongue teasingly touched twitching hardness. Under forceful grip of white hand he was so tempted to suck it harder. To hear that desperate scream right now and devour the most material proof that this perfect, unreachable Polar Star is HIS. But… Not now. Night is long. There will be enough time. To cherish this God every possible way. Boy stood up, hugged his Snezhny and slowly moved inside. Strong arms clenched him in nearly breaking bones hold with a husky whisper: - Show me how much I’m yours.

[That’s a will of the God. I can’t dare to hold back…]

Yuuri wasn’t able to think anymore. He intensified thirsts making them faster and more forceful. Porcelain body hungrily moved forward meeting him. - My Yuki no Kami-sama. My God. My Northern Star. I love U. U’re mine. Only mine… - boy chocked with words, fighting against the temptation to close eyes. The view in front of him was too perfect. Messy silver silk, now free from the cap, traces of Yuuri’s blood and marks all over flawless body, bright blush, drops of sweat on burning skin… And husky moans, mixed with light metal ringing and wet sounds of their bodies. Is this how polar snow melts?.. Boy seized Victor’s hip, raising it and stroking porcelain thigh while moving deeper: - I love U, adore U… U’re my everything, my life, my world, my God. - Yuuri… Малыш/ Baby… I’m yours… Only yours… - Snow King shivered with every move, relying on possessive, jealous hold of his Kay. He wasn’t always sure he has a right to, but he loved when it was like this - loved to to entrust himself completely to his boy, to lay in his arms, forgetting all the burden of duties and responsibilities, and melt into insane love of Ocean abyss. Loosing breath Yuuri pulled heavy from medals jacket away from sweating white skin of his Kami-sama. Quiet laugh mixed with hard breath. Clouded with passion icy-blue eyes blinked with playful sparkles: - Aren’t I your superior anymore? Not exited with fucking your General? Boy snorted softly, burring face into marked neck: - U’re always my supreme being. My General and my God… His moves became more desperate. He was close to the limit. Just like his King. And they both knew it. Victor released the grip on Yuuri’s shoulders, letting the boy to lay him on the desk and raise his legs on shoulders. In such moments Yuuri even regretted a bit that this intense connection can’t last longer (or even better - forever)… It all was too good… Arched back of his King, twitching wet hardness in his hand, tense heart, squeezing his arousal… He reached to caress reddish cheek of his General, inhaling words with every frantic move: - U’re mine… Only mine… No one dares to look at U… I want… To kill them all… To destroy the entire world… Noone is worth breathing the same air with U… I love U… Снежный… Victor screamed almost growling with tightly shut eyes and desperately pulled Yuuri into embrace. Whitish liquid covered boy’s hand and porcelain skin of his God, mixing with traces of Yuuri’s blood. Even if he wasn’t on his last limit at that moment, he’d came anyway from the exact look…. Gathering breath and the rest of energy, Yuuri made himself to get up and seize his King on arms, taking him to the sofa. Laid Snow King there, fell on the top of him, and rested a head on porcelain chest, weakly grinning from happiness and sloppily kissing porcelain hand. Victor hugged him tightly, caressing wet, dark locks: - My Yuuri did great… Boy laughed happily, raised head and pecked perfect smiling lips: - I’m not so sure, Снежный Король… Let me repeat it once again… Frosted gems sparkled under dark-silver lashes: - And not even once. It’s an order.

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Festiv of nature photography of Russia. Takes place in different regions including my ungodly hole. X3

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Frozen Neva in St. Petersburg

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Post-apocalypse military AU. Another dimension.

He opened eyes silently. Without a scream or a loud move. Old habit. Too old. Much older than this war. Sometimes it seems it’s even older then his memory about himself. 4a.m. He shook head, unwillingly left the blanket and set on the window ledge. It’s a bit chilling despite of the summer. But it’s fine. It’s not for a long. Just for one cigarette… Although opened window leading to the balcony at this time resembled nothing good too. Only instinct to get dressed, and jump out, trying not to break legs and not to wake anyone up. Snow King laid head on the wall and closed eyes, inhaling the smoke. - Nightmares? Ringing from sleep voice almost took him off guard. Dark-haired boy popped out of the window next to his, rubbing eyes and dragging the entire blanket with him. - It’s fine, Yuuri, go back to sleep. - Snow King did his best to sound normal. But his young subordinate didn’t listen anyway. Yuuri crawled on his window ledge and, being still half-asleep, leaned to seventeen years old commander and wrapped them both in a blanket. Victor immediately thrown away the cigarette, returning the hug. Small, warm body in pajamas clung to his bare skin. Boy buried face into his naked chest and muttered: - My Yuki no Kami-sama… Nightmares won’t return as long as I’m here. Yuuri’s breath warmed porcelain skin. Icy-cold fingers went through dark locks. Victor half-sigh, half-snorted (kid wasn’t so wrong after all), seizing boy on arms, and moved to the bed. His Kay murmured something glad, hugging his neck tighter. Snow King teasingly raised a brow: - Why are U so sure? Are U secretly a magician who knows spells to chase away bad dreams? For some unclear even for himself reason, Snow King didn’t feel superior with his Kay from Safe Zone, despite of huge difference in life experience. Absolutely opposite. Yuuri’s presence woke up in his commander the weird feeling that he isn’t much older and sometimes has a right to be air-headed and playful. Boy raised a head. Black abyss stared in splinters of northern sky. For a moment - being awake completely and strangely serious - I’m just the worst nightmare myself. He nuzzled naked shoulder blade of his commander with a cheek. The darkest night is so cuddling… (Although Snow King was always sure it is.) - I’ll be a nightmare for any of your bad dreams. To get under the blanket Victor had to let go of Yuuri for a bit. But he didn’t. Just laid with him right on covers, pulling boy’s blanket higher. It will be enough. Warm arms wrapped around Snow King’s ribs. Boy from Safe Zone always dozed off really fast and slept deeply. But somehow always heard any unusual move from Victor’s side. Always woke up and sneaked in like this. Always laid by his side, locked his Yuki no Kami in a tight embrace and whispered comforting words, shamelessly reversing roles of older and younger ones. Snow King leaned to dark silk, almost hiding his face in it: - Hey, Kay, what am I supposed to do when U grow up and leave me? It was supposed to sound as a joke but snort turned out to be bitter. Boy’s breath stopped for a second. He raised head looking into icy-blue eyes from beneath. In black abyss splashed pure insanity: - Why should I leave U? To get rid of me U’ll have to kill me, U know… Despite of childishly pouted lips and high voice intonations were full of weirdly mature despair. Not a good theme to talk at 4a.m… Victor kissed boy’s forehead and squeezed small frames a bit in calming gesture. - Then fine. Stay with me forever and sleep by my side, deal? - he sincerely wanted to ease the atmosphere and lull the kid back to sleep, but last sentence happened to be too serious.

[What’s on the Earth am I asking for?…]

Small palm reached for his neck, traced porcelain skin of chest and stopped where heartbeats were heard. In absolutely not childish gesture. Then traveled back. Warm fingers touched parted in perplexity lips: - I’m not a kid anymore, Snezhnblj. And… - boy pulled himself higher to be face to face with his commander. - U’re not adult yet either… Victor gasped helplessly feeling he was blushing. Not like he never thought about tension between them but it was always wrapped into countless [painful] self-excuses like “…when Yuuri will grow up…”, “…if he won’t fall for somebody else…”, “…if we both will survive, what’s hardly possible…”. Warm fingers reached for winter silk. Boy pressed long, silver lock to the lips, staring into Victor’s eyes. Black abyss is devouring. It erodes everything it touches, sneaks under clothes, under skin, under most hidden thoughts. It’s soft, unavoidable grip is…relaxing. Sinking in absolute darkness there’s no need to pretend. It embraces tenderly, accepting everything. Is it how stars feel on the blackest sky?…

[One, small kiss won’t harm, right?…]

He lightly pecked Yuuri’s lips: - I love U, Kay, now sle… Burning mouth clinging to his didn’t let him to finish the phrase. Small fingers dug into silver silk, holding him closer. Boy’s kiss was completely unskilled. Passionate almost to hysteric, clumsy with teeth often knocking each other’s but still burning. When their tongues met, Snow King finally realized he already laid on his back and Yuuri set on him, being completely lost in first for them both kiss.

[Do I have to stop it? But… What if Yuuri will feel rejected? What if we won’t survive the tomorrow? Will it be my biggest mistake - that I stopped now? What are we supposed to wait for? Special age? Special date? Special permission? Is any of these even matters? What is right to do?…] Small palm leaned to reddish cheek of Snow King. - My Yuki no Kami doesn’t like it? I kiss so bad? - switch from unexpectedly mature lust to lost child happened in a second. Now in black depth splashed only panic. Victor pulled his boy back into a kiss. Caressed his lips with a tongue gently and felt how all Yuuri’s body relaxed, melting in his hands. He cupped boy’s face: - Promise me, U’ll stop me if U don’t feel like… In black abyss blinked mischievous honey sparkles. Kay leaned to his Snow King forehead to forehead: - I promise we won’t need to stop, Snezhnblj Korol. This smile definitely wasn’t childish… Yuuri brought commander’s hands to the fridge of pajama’s top. Blushing. And wordlessly demanding (or begging…) to take it off. Under chilling air exposed milky-white skin was immediately covered with goosebumps. (Although is it really because of it?…) - Yuuri, are U cold? - Victor pulled him into the embrace and with a gasp his Kay fell on Snow King’s chest. Breathing hard boy leaned to scarred but still flawless porcelain skin. Thin thighs squeezed Victor’s waist. Boy from Safe Zone slowly rubbed with the corner of his moth over tonned chest. Small hands aimlessly explored bare skin of his Yuki no Kami. He buried face into this chest so many times before. But now it it was different. Now he had a permission. With an amused sound, being all red boy squeezed strong body under his once more and, earning a soft moan as a reward, dared to kiss a thread of thin scars. Following them, he traced with tongue and lips shoulder, collarbone, neck, sucked the earlobe and moved back to the chest. He didn’t think anymore. He only felt, melting in his God of Snow, who’s unsteady breath, quiet moans and shivering lashes made Yuuri’s entire universe spin. Cold fingers stroke boy’s back. Innocently. And…not innocently at all. The light touches of frosted fingertips burned milky-white skin, threatening to reach to the heart. This. This is what it was about - that fairytale.

[ Freeze my heart to the ice, Snezhnblj Korol. Please. I’ll break it in pieces and build an eternity U needed so much. Only for the two of us.] Of course Yuuri wasn’t able to say it aloud. Words fell apart into letters and meaningless sounds with every exhale. But he could kiss it into white as a snow skin. To feel fast and heavy heartbeat of Yuki no Kami with lips is too good. Too perfect. It can’t be for real. Then… There’s no need to hold back anymore, right? Nearly collapsing from overwhelming feeling he reached nipple with the tip of his tongue. Strong body tossed under him with a loud moan. Amused boy raised head to look at Snow King’s face. Tightly shut eyes, parted lips, crimson blush. Yuuri could bet all 13 years of his life - nothing in the world can be more beautiful… He leaned to the same place again. Covering sensitive spot with mouth, sucking and biting lightly. Cold hands dug into his ribs almost painfully. Snow King screamed arching his back. Impossible to bear it like this. Boy’s pajama bottom was tight and wet already.

[Does Yuki no Kami feels like this too?…] Without thinking Yuuri reached for thin fabric of his underwear. Hard. And wet. Victor tossed on sheets: - Yuuri… Yuuri… Boy hungrily leaned to his lips with still clumsy but passionate kisses, desperately trying to get rid of the rest of their clothes: - I love U, Victoru. I…I need U… Please… Closer… Splinters of northern sky opened wide. Snow King returned the kiss and tenderly laid boy on his back. In order to undress them both completely. Soft lips caressed Yuuri’s neck. Unsurely but with ultimate tenderness. Boy gasped, chocking with air, dug fingers into silver waterfall and pulled Victor closer. After some struggling the rest of wet fabric fell to the side. With a moan Snow King pressed small exposed body to his. Porcelain hand stroke boy’s back and stopped on his butt. Yuuri kissed him hard, forgetting any shame or doubts. His knee was already on Victor’s hip and he intensively rubbed himself over this [so loved] body, getting insane from hardness and twitching between his thighs. Snow King stopped for a moment. Cupped boy’s face and looked into black abyss again: - I love U too… Boy from Safe Zone smiled. Insanely happy, even mischievous and weirdly adult smile. And nodded, placing Victor’s palm on the nipple. Frosted fingers caressed small, dusty-pink spot. Yuuri screamed from new sensation, arching his back, trying to get more under this touch. Tender kisses of his King moved from neck to another nipple. So soft, slow touches - it’s even tormenting. Boy tossed in strong arms, frantically hugging Victor’s hips with both legs and rubbing over his abdomen. Snow King’s length touched right between Yuuri’s buttocks. Twitching and wet from precum. Boy tossed his head nearly laughing from blinding happiness. He reached for hard muscle, pressed it tighter to heating skin and began to rub against it with butt and palm, feeling how twitches intensify with every move. His King chocked with loud moans, burring face into boy’s chest. Silver winter rain covered them both, hiding from the entire world. Yuuri closed eyes under touch of silver locks on his face. Heaven? Too good dream? No. Better. When cold fingers firmly covered his painfully hard, wet length and began to move, he didn’t even think to restrain a bit more. He screamed, pressing his King closer and scratching his back. Splash of hot, whitish liquid covered porcelain skin and fringes of winer silk. He didn’t completely realized it yet when moves of Victor’s hips meeting his hand and rubbing between his buttocks became faster and more forceful.

[So loud heartbeat. Who’s exactly it is?…] Yuuri tightened his grip on hardness under his palm and through clouded mind tried to fasten the pace too. Suffocating, nearly crushing ribs embrace clenched Yuuri into the most enjoyable pain. He dug free hand into silver silk, trying to kiss parted in hard breath and husky screams lips. Silver lashes were shut but Yuuri did his best not to close his eyes. To see this beautiful face in the exact moment. Heat spilled into his palm, flowing outward between his legs. For less then a second Snow King lost control completely digging his teeth into boy’s lip. And fell into weirdly firm embrace of smaller body. Loosing breath. Exhausted. Perplexed and happy. Yuuri held his Yuki no Kami with the rest of his strength, caressing messy winter silk. He would scream and cry, rolling on the floor from overwhelming happiness but he hardly even had energy to breath. And what’s more important - would rather die that let go of his Snezhnblj Korol. Victor kissed fragile chest under his head and raised on elbows enough to look into black abyss. Through excited sparkling of northern sky oozed out mist of fear. Cold finger laid on burning boy’s cheek: - Yuuri… Yuuri, are U fine? Are U happy with me?! Last question was quiet and caring but still echoed as a scream in boy’s ears.

[Are U scared to be happy, Yuki no Kami-sama?…]

Little Kay cupped reddish face of his Snow King, kissed his forehead (causing new wave of blush - almost to tears) and smiled. Reassuringly but still with playful honey drops in black depth of the Arctic Ocean: - I’m all yours… - boy kept silence for some moments, stroking silver locks and toned back of his King - And U’re all mine. How can I not be happy? Snezhnblj Korol nuzzled his chest with a cheek, surrendering under caress of thin arms. He was too happy himself to doubt for a long.

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Shades of Russian nature beyond the Arctic Circle

The Khibiny Mountains are a small mass of mountains in the central part of the Kola Peninsula located within the Russian Arctic Circle. It’s unique for its geological formation and relief. The largest number of rare plant species in the Murmansk region have been discovered here. Thickets of dwarf birch, shrubs, mosses and lichens abound in the mountains’ valleys.

Credit: Alexandr Ermolitsky.

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I spent most of my time at home reading. I wanted external sensations to stifle all the feelings that were boiling up inside me

Fyodor Dostovesky ‘Notes from Underground’ (via ladystardusstt)

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Like a twisted branch of blackthorn, My crown will begin to glow on you.

Anna Akhmatova (via xillion)

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‘Let me add to this that in every idea emanating from genius, or even in every serious human idea—born in the human brain—there always remains something—some sediment—which cannot be expressed to others, though one wrote volumes and lectured upon it for five-and-thirty years. There is always a something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain there with you, and you alone, for ever and ever, and you will die, perhaps, without having imparted what may be the very essence of your idea to a single living soul.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via arte-filosofia)