Angels Collide

by prettyprincess_sigma

Summary:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky created Sigma using the reality-altering book to be his perfect little devoted follower… and lover. With an unpredictable sidekick like Nikolai Gogol, he wanted something he could control and always predict. However, left alone together- his own creation and his sidekick start a heated relationship behind his back.

And Fyodor... will always take back what is his.

(This begins as a prequel for the anime, but will eventually catch up to the anime at some point!)

Notes:

Warning: Explicit Smut Scenes

Chapter 1

Notes:

Hello Dear Readers!

I am currently re-writing old chapters, as this fic is more than a year old! It is still on-going, but I want the story to be cohesive.
NOTE: Last time I said I updated chapters 1-11, but I realized today (07/11/25) it was only 1-9 last time. So If you are re-reading during the updates: chapter 10-13 is what you should reread. Otherwise, if you starting over, reread 1-13. I will pick up editing chapter 14-22 soon. I am actively working on chapter 23 too. When I am done updating all of the old chapters, I will post a new note here on chapter 1 and on the newest chapter!

-prettyprincess_sigma

Clutching a train ticket to an unknown, un-specified station, Sigma wandered the seemingly never-ending desert. 

He was starving. He was dehydrated. He was going to die.

The reason he was wandering? Well, he had woken up in a desert just like this one. He did not know where he was, who he was, or even how old he was. What he looked like was also a mystery at first. All he had was that train ticket and.. obviously amnesia. Right? The destination on the train ticket: The Sky Casino. He wasn’t sure why, but the name Sigma came to mind when he read the ticket. No last name… just Sigma. What did that mean? What was the meaning of the word? Was it... his name?

Sigma was rescued from that desert by a group of men… and at first, he was grateful. However this changed quickly. These men took him to a dark and dirty casino, over-run with drugs and alcohol. Surely this was not The Sky Casino. There, Sigma began to learn about card games, slots, and roulette. It was rough, but he had shelter, food, water, and maybe even friends for a while. Sometimes it was fun. 

It all changed when his ability was revealed.

The ability to collect information… 

Once he realized it, and once the owners of the casino realized it… those same men who rescued him changed. They began to use him to help build up their casino, get information from other casinos, and make deals on their behalf using both Sigma's looks and his ability. Noting Sigma was attractive, almost like a woman, and talented. If Sigma refused… he’d be punished. Eventually… it became too much for him. He ran. Dressed in hooded rags, he brought nothing but a few supplies and the train ticket to seemingly nowhere. The Sky Casino. Where was that?

He was once again in a desert, wandering. Soon his supplies dwindled. In a never-ending sea of sand… Sigma was going to die. 

That is… until he found it. A lavender and white colored gothic church, was broken and slanted in the middle of the desert. It was calling him. It was the first building Sigma had seen since he left the hellish casino. He ran for it, full force. He used all of his remaining energy. 

Water. Food. Shelter.

Water. Food. Shelter.

Water. Food. Shelter.

As he ran, the doors of the church opened and Sigma fell to his knees. A tall pale man with broad shoulders with dark purple-red eyes emerged wearing a hood stepped out.

“You there.” The man said in a thick Russian accent. “You look awfully tired.”

Sigma’s pink orbs glistened in the sunset. He stared up at the man. Even though it had been hot in the desert during the day, a chill went up his spine. He looked at his train ticket and back up at the man. Then, he passed out. Collapsing in the soft sand.

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Sigma woke up resting on top of a sleeping bag. He was looking up at a cracked stained glass ceiling. It was hard to make out at first, as it was dark. However, there was a faint glow from the moonlight…

In the glow, he could see the purple and blue stained glass depicting five angels, gathered in a circle around a gold sparkling book.

“Ahhh. So you are awake.” 

Sigma heard a familiar Russian accent. He rolled over from his back to his left side, where the voice came from. Sitting beside two lanterns, there was the man from before. His hood was removed, revealing his shoulder length dark black hair. He was holding a canteen out towards Sigma.

Without even thinking, Sigma grabbed it. He sat up and chugged the water. It was delicious.

“Careful now.” The man said. “If you drink too much, you’ll only regurgitate it back up.” 

Sigma slowed down. His pink eyes scanned the space he was in. There were piles of sand in the corners on the checkered white and black tile floors. To his surprise, in the center of the abandoned building, was a pool of spring water. Near the water, there were two horses with leather saddles. One was black, the other was pure white. There was also a small campfire near his sleeping bag with a metal rig that held a pot above it. Next to the fire, was a second sleeping bag. 

“There you go.” The man said. 

Sigma finished the water and handed the canteen back to the strange man.

“I have some food stewing right now.” He said. “It’ll be ready in a moment.” He stood up.

This mysterious man was dressed in simple desert travel clothes, but....

“T-Thank…” Sigma croaked. “Thank you.” This man was actually… very handsome.

“There’s no need to thank me.” The man said. He walked over to the fire and opened the lid of the pot. The space was filled with the smell of food.

Sigma’s mouth practically watered. 

The man approached the black horse and removed two wooden bowls and spoons from the saddle bag. He filled them with some sort of canned vegetable stew and returned to Sigma’s sleeping bag. Sitting down on the floor once again, he handed the fragile man the bowl of food.

Sigma didn’t hesitate. He dug in. The stew filled his stomach. The stew was repairing his body. The man also ate stew, all while watching Sigma very closely. 

Sigma noticed his stare. Another chill went up his spine. He glanced around the church again. There was no one else inside. Yet… this man had two saddled horses. Why?

“Um… m-may I ask what you are doing in this desert?” Sigma asked, finishing his meal. He placed the empty bowl in his lap on the sleeping bag. 

“Hmm.” The man laughed. “A bold question. I could ask you the same, you know.” 

Sigma gulped. 

“Do not fret.” The man said, smiling. He too finished his meal, and collected both bowls. He placed the bowls near the fire. “In regards to what I am doing here…” The man said, returning to Sigma’s bedside. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Sigma actually found himself blushing at those words. Why the hell was he blushing!?

“Ah, how rude of me.” The man said suddenly. “I should introduce myself.” He gently grabbed one of Sigma’s hands. “Fyodor Dostoevsky.” He kissed the top of it. 

“S-Sigma.” The fragile man replied.

“Just Sigma?” Fyodor said.

“Y-Yes.” Sigma nodded. He pulled his hand away.

“Pardon me for asking, but you are… a man… correct?” Fyodor asked. 

Sigma nodded. 

“Well… you are still beautiful, and what an interesting name you’ve chosen for yourself, Sigma.” Fyodor said.

“You said you were looking for me…” Sigma’s voice trailed off. What if this man was from the casino?

“I am not from the casino you just came from.” Fyodor said, basically reading his mind.

Sigma’s eyes were wide.

“I know more about you than you know about yourself.” Fyodor  smirked.

Sigma paused. “A-Are you from my past?” 

Fyodor was still smirking. 

Sigma reached out his hand. If he touched Fyodor, and used his ability… he’d be able to…

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Fyodor warned him. His tone was very ominous. 

Sigma gulped. This man knew about his ability. He withdrew his hand. 

“I-I have no memory of my past…so if…” His voice trailed off. 

“Oh Sigma… you have no past .” Fyodor said. He moved close to him on top of his sleeping bag. 

Sigma’s were wide again. “What do you mean… I…” 

“Hush.” The Russian man pressed a finger to Sigma’s lips. “Let me tell you a story about a… book.”

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Sigma listened in horror to Fyodor explain his very existence and how he came to be. He was written into reality… only three years ago. So yeah, he had no past. He, was created... created by some book? 

“Do you have any questions?” Fyodor’s voice had been calm throughout the entire explanation. 

Sigma was shaking slightly. “Why?” He said softly.

“In what context?” Fyodor replied.

“Why did you create me?” Sigma asked.

Fyodor looked deep in thought for a moment. 

“For a few reasons.” He leaned in closer and cupped Sigma’s face. “Worry not my darling, you will be safe with me now. I'm your creator, you were meant to be mine. ” 

Oddly enough… Sigma believed him some how. What choice did he have?

Fyodor leaned in even closer. The tip of both their noses brushed against each other. “I am going to take you away from this sandy hellscape…you would like that wouldn't you? ” He ran his thumb across the fragile man’s lips.

Like he was under a spell, Sigma nodded. Then Fyodor pulled away, crawling over to the lanterns to put them out. 

“It is time to rest. We have a long journey ahead of us.” He said. 

Still slightly stunned, Sigma laid down in his sleeping bag. All he could really do right now was obey Fyodor. 

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The next day, the two men packed up and headed out on the two horses. 

Sigma didn’t know what to think about the information he had been given by Fyodor. Even so, he had nowhere else to go but with him. 

After almost an entire day of horse back riding, they came across a town. Getting there on foot would have taken Sigma much longer. He surely would have died… if he didn’t come across the church and Fyodor, who had food and water. 

The desert town had a small airport, and many of the people in the town seemed to know Fyodor. They left their horses at a horse ranch on the edge of town and walked to the airport. 

There, Fyodor had already pre-secured a small private plane usually used to transport patients in critical medical conditions. The plane was able to take them far away from the desert and to a city with a much larger airport. After purchasing some new clothes, which were just simple sweatpants and tee shirts,  the two got on another plane. This time it was a large public plane. Sigma was shocked by the private security escort at the airport. Neither man was searched and no identification was shown, no tickets bought or shown. 

Just who the hell was his creator?!? 

After an overnight flight, they landed in a small city. There they took a taxi and then a train to the countryside. Having slept roughly on the planes and the train ride, Sigma was exhausted. He swore Fyodor didn’t sleep at all. In fact, had woken up on the train to the sound of Fyodor talking on a cell phone. 

When they arrived at the station surrounded by trees in the middle of nowhere, there was a black car waiting. Fyodor opened the back door for Sigma and the slender man slid into the car. The black haired man sat down beside him. 

Before anything could be said, the driver turned around. 

“DOS-KUN~! Ah~ I missed you!” 

The driver was… a clown!? 

The man was slender and tall, with long white hair braided down his back. He was dressed in a cartoonish outfit involving a cape and a tiny top hat. 

Sigma blinked. 

“UGH~ I just wanna jump on you right now.” The man cooed. Then he turned his attention to Sigma. “WOW. You must be Sigma! Mmm! How wonderful~!” He grinned. “You look even better than we wrote you!” 

Sigma cringed. So this man played some part in his creation…  

“Oh~ Where are my manners!” Nikolai leaned over the middle console towards the back of the car. “Nikolai Gogol. Nice to finally meet ya!” He tipped his tiny top hat. 

“Now, now Koyla, you’re scaring him.” Fyodor spoke, a slight annoyed look on his face. 

Nikolai stuck his tongue out, smiling he said: “Whoopsie.” 

Fyodor clicked his tongue. “Time to go.” 

“Oh, yes.” Nikolai turned around and started the car. 

The two were brought to a countryside manor.

Sigma fell asleep in the car. He woke up as they pulled up to fairytale style manor surrounded by the forest. The lower half of the manor was wooden, painted a deep worn maroon red with black detailing. The upper half was white stucco. Plants had taken over the siding on the home in some areas. It looked rather dull, and spooky in the beautiful green wood. He blinked. 

“Welcome home.” Fyodor said.

Sigma realized he had been leaning on the Russian man. He blushed and pushed away. Fyodor chuckled. Nikolai hopped out of the car and opened the door for Sigma, who stepped out cautiously. Sigma noticed that Nikolai was tall, very tall. He was taller than both of them. 

Nikolai was eyeing him up and down. “Wow. You really are quite pretty. Are you...a woman or...” 

"Don't be rude." Fyodor stepped in, as if he didn't ask the same question. 

"Ah, my apologies." Nikolai said, taking once last glance at Sigma before leading the way into the home.

The other two followed behind. 

Sigma looked around the gothic style grand entrance. 

“Well I assume you will be giving Sigma a warm welcome this evening, right Dos-kun?” Nikolai asked.

“That’s a negative. We are both very tired. I think we will go over such things tomorrow.” Fyodor replied. 

Sigma was barely listening, looking at the woodwork on the grand staircase and interesting religious themed art on the dark navy colored wallpapered walls. Wow.

“Please show our new member upstairs.” Fyodor yawned. “I am afraid I must retire now. I have been awake for our entire journey, and I feel very feeble.” 

“Righto~” Nikolai saluted him. 

"Behave yourself." Fyodor began to walk down a hallway attached to the entry way, instead of going up the stairs.

“Oh!” Sigma said, snapping back to reality. “Thank you… for getting me out of the desert.” This was all he could muster, as he still did not know how to feel about this situation. 

“But of course.” Fyodor said. “I always claim what is mine.” 

Sigma gulped. Nikolai was smirking. Grinning to himself, Fyodor disappeared down the hall.

“Right this way~” Nikolai said, rolling the "r" off his tongue.

Great… now he was alone with the clown. What the hell was his life now? Sigma followed him up the stairs and down the upper hallway. The hallway was rather dark with deep chestnut wooden floors, walls, and ceiling. There were sconces that were styled to look like old gas lamps glowing with a warm yellow light. 

They passed a few rounded out doors on the way down the hall. When they stopped at the door on the left of the end of the hallway, Nikolai spoke. “This one is yours. And I’m right across from you~!” 

“Thank you.” Sigma nodded. 

“You really are…” Nikolai closed the space between them suddenly. “As pretty as a princess.” He poked Sigma’s nose. 

Sigma blushed. 

Nikolai spun around and flung the door open to his own room. “Well~ Nighty Nighty!” 

“Y-Yeah…” Feeling a little flustered, Sigma entered his own room. 

Closing the door behind him, he was astonished at the room before him. 

It was a nicely sized room with a beautiful black gothic woodwork along the white stucco walls. With cathedral ceilings and tall windows with long curtains. Gorgeous antiques decorating the space. There was a large four-post wooden bed that had a comfortable mattress and a fluffy lavender colored comforter with white bed sheets. On either side of the bed were wooden end tables with stained glass lamps. At the foot of the bed was an antique trunk. 

Off to the left was a dressing area with a tall ornate wardrobe, a dressing divider screen that had lavender flowers painted on it, and a white French-style chaise. Laying out on the chaise was an expensive looking white bathrobe and slippers, as well as a silk pair of lavender pajamas. Off to the right was a reading nook. There was a built-in window seat that lined a gorgeous bay-window. The window overlooked a fenced-in garden area in the back of the manor. There were built-in shelves above this seat littered with books. 

Whoever designed his room… knew his interests and style. He knew it must have been Fyodor. 

Sigma went over to a doorway near the dressing area that led to an attached bathroom. The bathroom had a clawfoot tub, separate glass shower, and a beautiful pedestal sink with a huge gold antique mirror above on the wall. There was a separate enclosed area with the toilet and bidet. 

Overly exhausted and grateful for the private quarters… Sigma started to strip. He was going to get clean for the first time in a long time. He took a shower and then a bath, finding lavender and jasmine scented soaps that soothed him. 

Once he was all clean, he exited the bathroom and put on the pajamas laid out for him. When he put on the clothes, he noticed something. They were gender neutral clothes. He wondered: Did they not specify his gender when they wrote him? That would certainly explain a lot. 

Now ready for bed, Sigma pulled the blankets down and crawled under the blankets. He fell asleep in the comfortable bed quickly. 

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The next morning Sigma awoke to the sound of clanking metal. He opened his eyes and saw Nikolai standing in his room holding a metal tray. 

He was dressed in a nice pair of red pajamas. His usually braided hair was unbraided and flowing in wavy locks around him. He looked way more approachable than the day before. 

Sitting on the tray was a full breakfast. Eggs, thick cut bacon, toast with jam. A small ceramic teapot with a pretty floral pattern and matching tea cup. 

“Wakey Wakey Sigma-chan~” Nikolai placed the tray on the left end table. 

“Mmm…” Sigma sat up and rubbed his eyes. “For me?” He asked sleepily. 

“Yes, for you.” Nikolai told him. “I prepared it myself.” Sigma was so cute when he was sleepy...

Sigma was a little shocked by this action. “Thank you.” 

“But of course~ you need to regain your strength~!” Nikolai told him. “Fyodor will be in a little later to speak with you, but feel free to explore the manor in the meantime. And like I said, my room is right across the hall.” He bowed. 

“R-Right.” Sigma said. 

“Until I see you again.” Nikolai said. “Which will be when I drop off your lunch! Unless of course, you want it to be sooner.” He winked.

Sigma blushed. Was he flirting? 

The clown left the room. 

Sigma picked up the tray and looked at the yummy food, his stomach growled. It was time to eat. 

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After he finished his meal, he lifted the tray and decided he’d do what Nikolai suggested and explore the manor, and return the tray to the kitchen himself.

Putting on the slippers left out for him, he wandered down the hall and to the staircase, counting the rooms as he went. Seemingly, there were six rooms upstairs. He wasn’t sure if they were all bedrooms or not, some doors were locked. He went down the staircase, and wandered down the hallway there.

He passed a large living room with a stone fireplace, comfortable looking couches, and a small wet bar area with built-in wall shelves behind it loaded with liquor bottles. After that room, there was a study with tall book shelves and an ornate wooden desk, it smelled like cigars. This was followed by an eerie, practically empty, ballroom with walls lined by mirrors with a gorgeous- completely clear- glass piano with a matching glass bench. Beside it was a mahogany cello. 

Sigma felt drawn to the piano. He walked to it. Once beside it, he gently ran a hand across the top. Feeling almost like he was in a trance, he placed the metal tray on top, opened the piano and sat down on the bench. He had never played the piano… or to be more accurate- he had never had the opportunity to. Even though this was the case, his slender fingers met the keys. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he began to play- perfectly. 

Nikolai, who noticed Sigma was not in the bedroom, heard a familiar tune coming from the ballroom as he walked the hall.

“Dos-kun?” He cocked his head. Filled with excitement, he ran to the ballroom to watch Fyodor play.  

When he entered, he saw Sigma was sitting at the piano with his eyes closed, playing it beautifully. He was taken back. 

The song…

(To the Reader: picture Bernadette playing here if you want)  

Nikolai approached the piano and stood behind Sigma. How did Sigma… know this song? This was the song Fyodor always played for him. 

Sigma continued to play and Nikolai watched until he finished. He noted how slender Sigma's body was in the lavender pajamas. Slender, but... there was a curve at the hips. Yes, a feminine curve. Sigma's face was soft and very, very pretty yet there was a definite defined jawline. Going down to the neck... was that...an Adam's Apple? It had been such a brief moment where Sigma inhaled, so he was unsure. 

Now done, Sigma slowly opened his eyes. He jumped and gasped. Looking in the mirror in front of him, he could see Nikolai standing directly behind him. Jump scare. 

Nikolai laughed. “Sorry~!” He stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth. 

“Jeez!” Sigma said, huffing. 

He closed the piano lid. Before he could get up, Nikolai sat down on the bench next to him. 

“Where did you learn that song?” Nikolai asked.

Sigma was very aware of how close Nikolai was sitting. “I actually don’t know… I didn’t even know I could play the piano until just now.” 

“Hmm…” Nikolai replied. “How interesting…” He grabbed Sigma’s hand. “I suppose you do have the fingers for it.” Very slender but long fingers. Soft hands.

Sigma yanked his hand away, blushing. “Stop that! It's annoying!"

Nikolai snickered. Sigma stood up and slid away from the bench, pouting. Nikolai followed suit. 

The two men stared at each other for a moment.

"I'm just trying to find the kitchen!" Sigma exclaimed nervously. Why was his heart racing?

Then Nikolai closed the space between the two. Did it really matter if Sigma was a woman or man?  He leaned in and their lips met briefly, Sigma actually cooed at the sensation, before he pulled away harshly. 

“Fuck it! You can take the damn tray!” Sigma said quickly. He dismissed himself by basically running out of the room, leaving the tray behind.

“I’ll be by later with lunch~!” Nikolai called after him. He chuckled, now alone in the room of mirrors.

Nikolai moved closer to the mirrors and began to examine himself. He really should wait for Dos-Kun… but Sigma was so tempting. He had been alone for awhile and he hated being alone. 

Sigma was freaking out. That was his first kiss. Blushing, he gave up on his exploration and shut himself in his room. As soon as he was behind closed doors, he dove onto the bed face-first dramatically. It wasn’t a bad kiss. He liked it. He buried his face into the pillow. What the hell…what the hell… he just met these people. Sigma rolled over onto his back and sighed.

He sat up and slid out of the bed. He wandered to his reading nook. If he was going to stay in his room, he needed something to do… otherwise he’d overthink this kiss until lunch. 

Staring at the shelves, Sigma tried to figure out what type of books these were. He pulled a book off the shelf with a white cover and gold details. The cover simply had a gold three leaf clover on it. He brought the book over to his bed and sat down on the edge to read it. 

After just a few pages, Sigma realized this was a smut book… a smut book about a three way. The slender man was blushing again. 

Who would read something like that? 

(Sigma looks at the reader of this fic) 

Although… he didn’t stop reading it.

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A few hours later, Sigma was about halfway through the book and it was having some effects on him. He was reading a particularly spicy scene where the dom had handcuffed the two subs together and was- KNOCK, KNOCK! Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. 

“Sigmaaa-chan~” Nikolai’s voice came from the other side.

Sigma leapt out of bed and put on his bathrobe over his pajamas to try to hide his… excitement . Then he opened the door. 

Nikolai was now dressed in a red short sleeve button down shirt tucked into a pair of tight black and red striped pants and pointed dress shoes. His hair was pulled into a ponytail. 

He looked good. Like he was going out somewhere.

“Lunch is served.” He stepped into the room and walked over to the bed to place the tray down. Beside the bed, he noticed the book open and laying with the pages down on the mattress. He smirked and put the tray down, spinning around to face Sigma. “I hope you enjoy~” 

“Thanks.” Sigma said. He kept his distance.

“I see you’re already enjoying your reading nook.” Nikolai said.

Sigma’s throat felt dry. “Y-Yep.” 

“That was Fyodor’s idea.” Nikolai said. “To make you a little book mouse.” 

“Oh, Um…” Sigma didn’t know how to reply. 

“He likes when others read as much as he does.” Nikolai explained. “I myself, enjoy a good book now and again…” He eyed the book on the bed once more. “That’s one of my favorites .” 

Sigma knew what that meant. He had also read that smut book. He got quiet, his cheeks were slowly turning pink.

Nikolai closed the space between them. “I really like when the one sub reveals himself to be a switch and then he and the dom ravage the other sub.” 

Sigma gulped. 

Nikolai chuckled and backed off. “Unfortunately I can’t deliver dinner to you later, but I’ll totally be sure to leave some food in the fridge downstairs for you to heat up. So, you'll be able to explore the mansion in peace... without me annoying you.” 

“Ah, okay. Thanks.” Sigma said awkwardly.

Nikolai was still smirking. “Of course.” He bowed and started to make his exit. “Oh! Don’t forget! Dos-Kun will be in to see you later tonight!” 

Sigma blinked. 

“Bye-bye~ for now.” The clown dipped out of the room. 

Sigma closed the door. He let out a small sigh. 

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Hours later Sigma had eaten lunch and finished the book he had been reading. Then he got out of bed and continued his exploration of the house. He found a dining room, the kitchen, and the entrance to Fyodor’s bedroom, which was locked. The house was quiet. There was absolutely no one home. He went back into the kitchen. It was a really nice area. Dark mahogany cabinets lined the room with black granite counter tops, and nice appliances. Sigma was able to locate the food in the fridge, a deliciously made pasta dish, and he heat it up for himself. After eating it, he returned to his room- to wait for Fyodor. 

It wasn’t too long until he heard the knock on his door. Rising out of bed, still in his silk pajamas, he answered the door. 

Fyodor was on the other side dressed quite nicely. He was wearing a navy blue button down with a skinny black tie, tight black leather pants, a thick leather belt, and knee-high lace up boots. His hair was pulled into a little ponytail.

Sigma eyed him up and down. 

“My apologies for being so late. I had a prearranged dinner I had to attend. ” Fyodor pulled a white long-stemmed rose from behind his back.

The slender man politely went to take the rose, but he winced and inhaled sharply as he touched the stem. Ouch. He felt a sharp pain. 

“Always be cautious of thorns, your intuition needs work, darling.” Fyodor said with a smirk. He withdrew the rose and grabbed Sigma’s hand. His index finger was dripping blood. Fyodor licked the blood away. "Although your naivety is quite adorable." 

Sigma gulped. He backed away and the Russian man entered his room, closed the door, and tossed the rose onto the chaise. 

“You look like you wish to say something.” Fyodor said, removing his tie and adding it to the chaise. 

“Um… W-What…Do you want me to do?” Sigma asked. “I mean…why bring me here?” 

Fyodor smirked. “I’m glad you asked.” He had begun to unlace his boots. “Would you mind?” He gestured to the laces. 

Sigma approached him cautiously. Once in front of him, he sank to his knees and helped to unlace the boots. 

Fyodor looked down at him, amused. He placed a hand on the top of Sigma’s head. “Good job.” 

Praise. On his knees, the slender man looked up at him. That’s when Sigma noticed it… the bulge in Fyodor’s pants. He gasped loudly. 

Fyodor patted him on the head. “I have something else for you to assist me with.” 

Sigma’s pink orbs got wide. 

Fyodor’s hand moved from the top of his head to under the beautiful man’s chin. “Rise.” 

Sigma stood up. His heart was beating so fast. The mysterious Russian man caressed his cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed him. 

This kiss was a lot longer than the one he shared with Nikolai. Sigma’s face felt hot. He had read too much smut. He whimpered and Fyodor actually laughed against his lips.  

“Your first kiss.” He smirked, pulling away.

“Uh-Um actually n-no.” Sigma said, nervous all of the sudden. 

Fyodor’s smirk quickly turned into a frown. “What?” He asked in a deep voice. 

Sigma stared at the ground.

Then it was if a lightbulb went on in Fyodor’s brain. “Ah, I see. I told him to behave. I will have to give Nikolai a talking to later. Regardless, your first everything else shall be mine.” 

Sigma gulped. “Y-You mean…” 

“Hush, darling.” Fyodor kissed him. After kissing his lips, he moved to Sigma’s soft neck. 

Sigma’s knees immediately buckled. He was shocked. He had no idea his neck was so sensitive. 

Fyodor moved back to his lips, kissing him deeply while cupping his face with his hands. “On the bed, now.” He said in a breathy voice. His purple-red tinted eyes stared into the slender man’s pink ones. 

Sigma couldn’t help but think about that smut book he had been reading. In this situation, he was surely the sub… 

“Okay.” He obeyed and sat on the bed, facing the man who would act as his dom. 

Fyodor followed him over, stepping out of his boots. “Good job.” Licking his lips, he bent down and unbuttoned Sigma’s pajama top. He kissed his neck. 

Sigma whimpered. 

With the top unbuttoned, Fyodor removed it. Then he pushed Sigma back onto the mattress. His long pastel lavender and cream locks surrounded him.

Fyodor’s eyes scanned him. 

Sigma had a thin, long torso. It curved just like a woman’s. His chest was flat and his nipples pink in color. They were erect. He had a very nice collarbone line that was also pretty feminine. He was hairless on his body.

“What a delicious body you have.” Fyodor said. “I can’t wait to see every inch.” 

Sigma’s face turned red. He was embarrassed by how much Fyodor was staring at him.

Fyodor pulled down Sigma’s pants. Underneath he had on a pair of lavender colored women’s panties with a cute little bow on them. The slender man’s bulge was obvious. 

Fyodor stared at the bulge. So it was true, Sigma was definitely had male parts. He began to strip himself. He removed the dress shirt, and reached into his pants pocket. There was a small tube of lubricate there, which he tossed onto the bed. Then pulled down his pants and underwear to expose his erection. 

Sigma’s locked on Fyodor’s cock. It was really big. Long and thick, surrounded by short black hairs around the base. He chewed his lips nervously. 

Fyodor removed Sigma’s panties next so that his dick was exposed. It was slender, like the rest of his body. The tip was a pretty pink color, like his nipples. 

“How perfect you are.” Fyodor told him. Yes, this wasn't the most ideal, but he could handle a man just as well. 

The man gripped Sigma by the hips. All of the sudden, Sigma was rolled over onto his stomach. His ass was pulled upward. Fyodor grabbed the lube. Sigma heard the sound of the lubricant being squirted onto the Russian man’s fingers. 

“Um…” Sigma became even more nervous. 

“Relax, darling.” Fyodor said. He spread Sigma’s ass checks and began to prep him, using his fingers. 

Sigma gasped as Fyodor traced the rim of his asshole with his finger tips. No one had ever touched him there… He pushed one finger inside, which made Sigma gasp even louder and whimper. Fyodor noted how tight he was. He started to finger him, moving the finger in and out. He ran his free hand down the man’s back. 

“Relax.” He repeated.

Sigma whined. He took a deep breath and loosened up. It was strange but, Fyodor's finger actually felt pretty good inside him…

“Good.” Fyodor pushed a second finger in. He fingered him. 

Sigma moaned. Fyodor smirked. Now that he was loosened up, Fyodor withdrew his fingers. He lubed up his dick, coating it. To be safe, he also applied extra to the entrance of Sigma’s ass. Then he smacked his dick against Sigma’s ass cheeks.

“It’s important that you breathe and relax. I know this is your first time, and I’m quite large.” 

Sigma bit his lip and nodded. 

Fyodor lined himself up and pushed the tip inside. The fragile man beneath him let out a loud cry.

Ouch. It was hot. Sigma swore his skin felt like it was tearing. Although, it wasn’t really. 

Fyodor didn’t wait too long before pushing more of his dick inside him. He stretched and stretched Sigma out, until he bottomed. That’s when he started to pull out and thrust back in. The dark haired man let out a low moan. 

Sigma on the other hand, had tears streaming down his face. It hurt… it hurt… it fucking hurt. 

Fyodor started to pick up the pace, relentlessly thrusting. 

The hot burning sensation was beginning to go down with the thrusts. Sigma was adjusting.

Fyodor was enjoying himself far too much, it wouldn’t be long before he’d finish. 

Sigma gripped the bed sheets. He whimpered. It was starting to feel good. 

Fyodor moaned. His dick was twitching. 

“Do not forget…” He panted. “You belong to me.” 

Sigma’s eyes rolled. 

Fyodor finished. His warm juices were pouring out inside of Sigma. He thrusted a few more times, letting it all out. He pulled out. Then let go of Sigma, and watched the fragile man collapse in front of him. 

Satisfied, the dark haired man stood there panting for a moment before he collected his clothes. This was while Sigma was laying flat on his stomach. His eyes were wide. He was panting too, and felt strange. Still naked and holding his clothes, Fyodor opened the door and left Sigma’s room without saying anything further. 

No longer a virgin, Sigma laid face down on the bed. That… was not like his smut book. It wasn’t like any romance novel he had read either… He kind of felt… used. Eventually, he rolled onto his back. He was still hard. Not knowing what else to do, he touched himself until he finished. After that, he slowly got out of bed. Wincing, he made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

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The next day, Nikolai woke up to the sound of a loud knock on his door. 

Nikolai blinked a few times. He knew that knock by heart. 

Practically leaping out of bed in his red pajamas, his white flowing hair flowing behind him. He opened the door and Fyodor was standing on the other side in a black, fluffy robe. He looked- pissed off.

“Morning.” He said. 

“Good Morning Dos-kun~!” Nikolai said cheerfully. 

Fyodor pushed his way into the room. Nikolai was taken back by that. 

His room was also a nice size with the black gothic woodwork along the white stucco walls like Sigma’s. The tall windows had long black and white striped curtains. There was a large white wooden four-post bed that had a comfortable mattress and a striped comforter with black bed sheets. On either side of the bed were wooden end tables with red balloon shaped lamps. There was a white French-style wardrobe and wall of shelves. On the shelves were dozens of porcelain clown dolls. A red love seat was near this display. The corner beside these shelves had a collection of heart shaped pillows in a pile. 

On the wall of the adjacent corner, there were some items that would be categorized as “red flag items” to some. Paddles of different shapes, sizes, and materials. Besides that: metal and leather handcuffs, satin blind folds, ball gags, riding crops, floggers, and many different rope types were on display. On a nearby table there was lube, and a few sex toys. 

Fyodor closed the door behind him. 

“What can I do for you?” Nikolai asked. Twirling his hair nervously. 

Fyodor walked over to the wall of sex related items. “Undress and lay down.” His voice was very firm. 

Nikolai bit his lip. “Dos-kun woke up horny, huh?” 

The clown undressed himself and listened to the order he was given. He laid face down on the bed. 

Fyodor grabbed four red ropes from the wall. He returned and grabbed Nikolai’s left wrist, tightly. He began to tie him up. 

Nikolai giggled. “Wow~ it’s been awhile since we’ve used the ropes~!” 

Fyodor didn’t say a word. When he finished tying Nikolai up, walked back to the wall. He grabbed a black leather paddle and returned. Standing at the bedside, he slapped the paddle against the palm of his hand. 

Nikolai’s eyes were wide. He chuckled. 

“Why are you laughing, friend ?” Fyodor raised an eyebrow. 

Nikolai just laughed more. 

Fyodor walked along the bed. “We had an excellent dinner last night.” He said. 

“That’s right~” Nikolai agreed. “It was a nice date~” 

“Truly, I had missed your company.” Fyodor continued.

“Not as much as I missed you~” Nikolai whistled. 

Fyodor clicked his tongue. 

“As you were aware, last night I had intended on bedding Sigma. Therefore, bonding us.” 

“Yep~ Yep~” Nikolai replied.

“Hmm.” Fyodor said. He paused. 

SMACK! 

The Russian man brought the paddle down hard against Nikolai’s ass.

Nikolai howled. 

Fyodor moved back to the head of the bed and leaned down close to Nikolai’s face. He had a scary look in his purple-red eyes. “Why did you take it upon yourself to kiss Sigma before I had the chance?” He asked coldly. "That is not what we agreed upon." 

Nikolai chuckled. “You look soooo scary Dos-kun~!” 

SMACK! 

Fyodor slapped his ass with the paddle again. 

Nikolai whimpered that time. His face was starting to get hot. 

“Go ahead, answer me.” Fyodor said. 

“Mmm~ I don’t know~ you know I like a good spanking!” Nikolai told him. 

SMACK! 

Fyodor spanked him. “Do you enjoy bleeding?” 

Nikolai grunted. “Sometimes.” 

Fyodor sighed. “You are so difficult.” 

“I enjoy anything you do to me. You should know this by now.” Nikolai told him. “I love you, Fyodor.” 

Fyodor sighed. This wasn’t going his way. Nikolai was easy to control in some ways, and very difficult to control in other ways. Probably because he was off his rocker. He dropped the paddle on the floor. He was hard now from this torture. So, he started to remove his bathrobe. He was naked under it. 

Nikolai smiled excitedly. “Ugh… please… you’ve been teasing me~” 

Fyodor presented his dick in front of Nikolai’s face. “I’ll give you my cock now, I know how much you love it.” 

“I do, I do!” Nikolai nodded. 

Fyodor swayed it in front of him. 

“However, you’ll have to answer my question first.” 

“Ohhhhh~ I don’t know.” Nikolai said, licking his lips. “Sigma is just such a cutie, I couldn’t resist regardless of not knowing their gender." 

SMACK! 

"Sigma is a man. You got your way." Fyodor said through gritted teeth. 

"Ah~! Really?" Nikolai moaned. "Oh wow, he's so fucking cute. The look on his face was so adorbs! He totally ran away and locked himself in his room because he had never kissed anyone before. That was so-“ 

SMACK! 

Fyodor spanked him with his hand this time. 

Then he backed away. He put the robe back on. 

“W-What?” Nikolai looked confused. 

“I will be going away for a few days.” Fyodor told him. “That’s your punishment for this. You waited all this time for me to return, and now I'll leave you again. No doubt you’ll be able to weasel your way out of those ropes eventually.” He turned and walked towards the door. 

“B-But…” Nikolai strained his neck to look at the man he adored.

“It would be in your best interest to learn how to behave while I am away.” Fyodor told him in a cold tone. 

Nikolai knew there was no arguing. He laid there in defeat. 

 “Goodbye.” Fyodor said, dismissing himself.

Chapter 2

For almost a week after that, Sigma holed up in his room. Nikolai was able to escape his bonds, of course, and came in periodically bringing him food and water. Sigma took the water but not any of the food, even with Nikolai’s attempted coaxing. He didn’t say anything in reply to Nikolai. He also didn’t get out of his bed unless it was to use the toilet. Even then… that was rare, as he was only taking small sips of the water. 

On day eight, Nikolai came in a bit later than usual to drop off Sigma’s food. He was wearing a white set of pajamas with little red hearts on them. His hair was down and flowing, freshly brushed. 

“Sorry I’m late… I was cleaning up in case Dos-kun comes back soon.” Nikolai said, placing the tray of food on one of the end tables. He really hoped he would return soon. He missed him so much, his heart ached. He longed for the attention. 

Sigma did not reply. He didn’t even know Fyodor had left the manor. 

“You know… I’m not the best with words all the time…” Nikolai said, when he noticed that the fragile man was laying stagnant, face first into the pillows. He sat down on the bed. “You were given this life… why not live it? You need to eat and drink more Sigma.” 

No response.

Nikolai stood up. He was about to walk away to collect the old tray when he felt a tug on the bottom of his shirt. Sigma had stuck an arm out and grabbed the end of it.

“Hmm?” He titled his head. 

“It hurt.” Sigma’s voice was very soft spoken. "It hurt so much." 

“Ah well… that’s actually pretty normal.”  Nikolai told him. “It hurt for me the first time too. He’s well endowed, you know?” 

“He was rough with me.” Sigma added.  "He didn't kiss me much or even look at my face." 

“He’s rough with me too, but I like it.” Nikolai told him. 

There was silence. 

“I don’t know if I like it rough.” Sigma said. “I thought it would feel better…” 

Nikolai’s heart was racing. Sigma was so cute… “It may feel better the more you do it and get used to it.” 

“Oh.” Sigma replied. He released Nikolai’s shirt. 

The clown collected the old tray of food Sigma didn’t eat. “I am sorry he was rough with you. Sex doesn’t always need to be rough... and it was your first time.” He turned around in the doorway, gesturing to his door across the hall he spoke again. “You know where I live, if you want some comfort.” 

Sigma rolled over onto his back after Nikolai left. For the first time in a week, he sat up. He turned to the tray of food: white rice with scrambled egg on top and a side of toast. A simple meal… He picked up the fork on the tray and he started to eat. As he was eating, he realized that he was starving, and he began to shovel the food down his throat. He let out a sigh of relief when he finished eating. He turned to his large bottle of water and began to chug it. 

Now that he had finally eaten… he needed to clean himself up. He hadn’t showered or bathed at all. His sheets were dirty too… 

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After cleaning himself and his room, Sigma put on a pair of white flare pants with a silver chain belt, and a silvery silk dress shirt that had puffy sleeves.  He also put on gray fluffy socks and his comfortable white slippers. He pulled his two-tone hair into a ponytail. If he dressed himself, perhaps he'd have more motivation. He chose another book to read from his nook. This red leather-bound book was entitled “Kissing Behind Closed Doors.” Surprise, surprise… another smut book.  This was a book about a spicy love affair between two servants who were both favored by the King they worked under. The king wanted them both to himself, but the servants couldn’t stay away from each other.

He sat in the nook reading it, glancing outside at the garden from time to time. 

Eventually, there was a knock on his door. 

“Come in.” Sigma said. 

“Wow! You ate!” Nikolai burst into the room. He held a tray with Sigma’s lunch on it. Looking around the room further, he could see Sigma changed the sheets on his bed and had cleaned himself up. “Wowie wow! So you’ve decided to live?” 

Nikolai was dressed in a white button down with the sleeves rolled up, on top was a tight fitted red velvet vest. This top/vest combo was paired with black crop pants and black loafers with a tassel on the toes. His hair was braided how it normally was. 

Sigma nodded, not looking up from his book but offering a small smile.

Nikolai put the tray down as he giggled to himself. He made his way over the nook and sat down beside Sigma. “Another book?” He eyed the title. 

Blushing, Sigma used the book to hide his face and nodded. 

The clown pushed the book down and out of the way. He leaned in overly close to Sigma. His hand caressed the slender man’s chin. “A book about a secret love affair, huhhhhhhh?” 

So, he had read it too. 

The slender man’s face turned a bright shade of pink, he nodded.

Chuckling, Nikolai took the book out of Sigma's hands and tossed it on the floor. "How about some comfort now?" 

"What kind of comfort?" Sigma asked, eying him suspiciously. 

Nikolai gently, leaned in and kissed him. He kissed him deeply this time. The tip of his tongue grazed Sigma's lips as if asking permission to invade his mouth. The permission was granted. Sigma whimpered. His hands went up to Nikolai’s face, cupping it. He kissed him back. 

This kiss... was different. 

Sigma inhaled sharply went their lips did part.

What was that? 

"That's enough for now~” Nikolai jumped up and then proceeded to wink as he slipped out of the room.

Sigma gulped. 

He liked that. He shouldn’t have liked that… but he did.

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Sigma ate his lunch sitting in the nook and reading. He’d stop and wonder every once and awhile: What would happen the next time he saw Nikolai?

After he had his meal, Sigma put down his book and picked up his two empty trays, and decided it was time to explore again. This time he wanted to go out into the garden... and maybe run into Nikolai. He put on a pair of white lace up boots. Then he made his way through the house wondering if he’d run into Nikolai or not. 

He didn’t. 

Once outside he looked around. There was a vegetable garden, a white metal gazebo with an iron table and four chairs set under it. There were white, red, pink, and purple rose bushes. Behind those, a copper sundial. There was a stone carriage house covered in ivory that had been converted to a garage. Surrounding the garden area were dense woods and a small field of lavender. You couldn’t see through all the greenery. In other words, no neighbors in sight. 

Sigma sat down on one of the metal chairs under the gazebo. He noticed several butterflies visiting the rose bushes. He smiled and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and tried to become one with nature and just relax... and not think about that wonderfully soft kiss. That’s when he heard humming. The humming sounded like the song he had played on the piano. 

He opened his eyes and saw Nikolai walking from the garage, humming to himself. He was holding a rather large metal watering can and a wicker basket. Gardening gloves were sitting inside the basket.

“Heyo!” Nikolai said. He made his way over to the vegetable garden. He put the basket and the water can down on the dirt. 

Sigma waved to him. 

Nikolai put on the gloves and started to tend to the garden. Sigma watched him. He watered the plants and checked to see if anything was ripe. He managed to pluck three large tomatoes, some fresh parsley, a cucumber, and some beets. Adding them to the basket. He took off the gloves and brought the basket over to Sigma. 

“Don’t they look delicious?” He asked. 

Sigma nodded. He didn’t expect Nikolai to like something as gentle as gardening. He was starting to wonder if this man was gifted or not? Maybe he was just a servant, of sorts, for Fyodor. 

“Ah, well.” Nikolai spoke and interrupted his thoughts. “They don’t look nearly as delicious as you~” He licked his lips. 

Sigma gulped. He glanced at the ground. 

Nikolai chuckled. “You’re always so nervous.” He bent down, getting close to Sigma’s face. “Relax Sigma-chan~!” He twirled in a circle on the balls of his feet and went to collect the empty watering can. “I better get these goods inside~!” 

“Wait!” Sigma said. 

“Hm?” Nikolai looked back at him. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He said. 

Nikolai smiled. “You’re welcome~!” 

“T-To say thank you, I’d like to cook dinner.” Sigma told him. 

Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “Oh??? Well~ alright then~! I look forward to it!” 

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When he was done in the garden, Sigma went to the kitchen. After coming through the ingredients, which were all very fresh looking, he chose to make a chicken Alfredo. He found that the juicy chicken breasts and fresh Parmesan cheese would be perfect for this. There were jars of pasta noodles for him to choose from. He chose a rotini, spiral shaped pasta.

Sigma had experience cooking. He would cook and clean for the men who took him into their desert casino. He found he was quite good at both, although the ingredients here were much better than those at the casino. He located a red apron and put it on over his clothes. Then he got to work. 

When he was halfway done, Nikolai entered the room. He was dressed the same as earlier with the addition of a white cape. The same white cape he had worn when he picked up Fyodor and Sigma up in the black car.

“Mmm smells utterly delish!!” Nikolai said. 

Sigma, who was stirring the cheese sauce pot, was taken aback by the sight of a hand, holding a silver spoon, appearing out of a glowing round portal in thin air! 

The hand disappeared and Sigma turned to see Nikolai tasting the sauce, licking a silver spoon. 

“Was that?” Sigma began to ask. 

Suddenly he felt a hand on the back of his waist tugging at his tied apron strings. Nikolai’s free hand appeared like it was inside his cape, but it was the hand grabbing him!

“My ability?” Nikolai chuckled. The hand on his waist vanished and the clown pulled his hand out from his cape. 

Sigma nodded, astonished. 

"Will you let me see what your ability is like?" Nikolai asked him. "I know what it's supposed to be, but I want to see it in action!"

Sigma gulped. "Give me your hand." 

Eagerly, Nikolai agreed. He offered his free hand to Sigma, who held it. There was a dizziness. Nikolai felt a bit sea sick. He pulled back, letting go of Sigma's hand. 

Sigma backed away blushing. "I can't believe you want to do all those things to me!" He exclaimed. 

He had gathered information from Nikolai. Information about all of the freaky shit Nikolai wanted to do to him. He just wanted information on what it would be like to have sex with Nikolai... but instead he got a ton of random bits of information, as if Nikolai's mind was racing with ideas.

"I can't believe you might be willing to let me try some of it~!" Nikolai replied, overcoming the dizzy spell.

The slender man's face was beet red. Take some, give some. His ability allowed him to take information and also give up information... sometimes unwillingly... the information would be about himself. 

"Y-You...." Sigma said, a bit angry and annoyed. 

Nikolai chuckled even more. “Can’t wait to have more~! More of the food, course. We can eat in the dining room.” He disappeared by waving his cape. 

Sigma blinked. What the hell? Some sort of… portal ability? Trying to process what he just witnessed and what information he gained, he finished cooking the meal and served it into two portions on some fine China plates he had come across in the cabinets. 

He carried the plates and cutlery on a metal tray to the dining room. This room was a long room with red wallpaper on the upper portion of the wall and dark wood paneling on the lower. In the center of the room, there was a very long dark wooden table. It was long enough to seat ten people with tall ornate chairs that had arm rests. They were on each end and down the sides. There was a stone fireplace roaring at one end of the table, providing heat and light. Above the table was a huge chandelier made of some sort of animal bone. 

Nikolai was standing near the fireplace looking into the flames. He heard Sigma come in and turned around. 

“Ah~!” He reached into his cape. His hand appeared behind a chair, pulling it out for Sigma.

Sigma placed the tray down on the table near the fireplace and sat in the chair, side eying the white haired manas he sat in one beside him. The slender man placed the two plates of food in front of each of them. 

“I’ve prepared something as well.” Nikolai said. He reached into his cape with both hands and pulled out two perfectly made cocktails. 

They smelled like lemon and lavender and were yellow in color. 

“What is it?” Sigma asked as Nikolai placed the drinks down on the table. 

“Lavender lemonade~! I made it with limoncello, fresh lavender from outside, and gin. Nikolai told him. 

Sigma noted that this drink would perfectly complement the meal he prepared. The acidity would break up the heaviness of the cheese sauce and pasta. He was impressed by this drink choice. Although, he didn't drink. He consumed alcohol in the early days of being at the run-down casino, but after the men turned on him... he did not want to be drunk around people he couldn't trust. 

“That’s nice, but I don't drink.” Sigma said. 

"Aww come on now, you can live a little. You're safe here." Nikolai said in response, basically reading Sigma's mind. 

"Am I?" Sigma asked. "Am I safe?" 

"Oh yes. We have been waiting a long time for you to arrive." Nikolai said. "It's mainly Dos-kun and I here and I get lonely..." He leaned in close. 

Sigma felt his breath on his cheek. 

"Fyodor was meant to be your lover, but I was hoping we could be friends." Nikolai said. 

"Friends?' Sigma smiled at the word. 

Nikolai squealed. “Your smile is so cute~!”

“You don’t need to keep calling me cute.” 

Blushing, Sigma gave in and sipped his drink. It was good. 

Nikolai giggled. “Oh, I know… I know. It’s just so very true~!” 

Sigma sighed. 

The two ate in peace. Nikolai thoroughly enjoyed his meal, and Sigma his drink. When they finished the first round of cocktails, Nikolai magically pulled out two more fresh cocktails.

After the meal, Sigma stood up with the intention of cleaning up. Nikolai stood up at the same time, but not with any intention of cleaning. The fire roared in the background heating the room. Sigma’s face felt extra hot from the alcohol he consumed.

“Forget cleaning up for now.” Nikolai said. His face was also warm from the alcohol. 

“Hmm?” Sigma paused. 

Nikolai reached into his cape and pulled out a briefcase. Sigma was a little nervous wondering what was in the case, he sat back down. Nikolai opened the case dramatically. Inside was a miniature record player. The top of the case had records. He selected one and put it on. The room filled with the sound of light tango music. 

“Ah, ha!” Nikolai slid the tray with their empty plates down the other end of the table. He climbed onto the corner and sat there facing Sigma. 

Sigma’s pink eyes looked up at him, confused. 

Nikolai reached into this cape and pulled out the book Sigma had been reading. It was still open to the page he had left off. The clown cleared his throat.  “Oh, what a great chapter to leave off on!” He said. 

Sigma’s face was turning red. No way was he going to…

“Surely we can’t…” Nikolai had begun to read the book out loud. “There’s no way we can do something like that in the King’s bed.” He paused, switching characters. His voice became very sexual sounding. “Who is here to stop us? The King is away. No one else is around. We are alone in his room with a big bed all to ourselves…” He glanced at Sigma, grinning at the look on his face. “Besides… I’d honestly take you anywhere .” 

Sigma stood up abruptly once more. “Y-You know I really should clean up…” 

Nikolai dropped the book onto the table. He leaned towards Sigma. “It can wait.” He played with the short pieces of Sigma’s hair that had become loose from his ponytail. Their eyes were locked on each other as the tango music played in the background. Sigma gulped. They stared at each other for a long moment while Nikolai played with his hair. Then Sigma surprised himself. A hand went up to Nikolai’s cheek, who seemed soothed by the gesture. He crashed his lips against the clown’s. 

Grinning, Nikolai smiled into the kiss. His arms wrapped around Sigma’s waist, pulling him closer to the table. Sigma gasped against his lips. Nikolai deepened the kiss. He pushed his tongue against Sigma’s lips and into his mouth. Their tongues met again, this time melting together. In the blink of an eye, Nikolai moved off the table. He spun around and pinned Sigma to it. With a thud- the fragile man was laying back on the table. His ponytail was falling out further and he looked like a deer caught in headlights. The men’s crotches rubbed against each other. Nikolai practically climbed on top of him, kissing him passionately. 

These kisses did not feel like the ones with Fyodor. They made his stomach feel fuzzy. 

Sigma moaned. Nikolai stopped kissing him for a moment and looked at him. The slender man felt embarrassed that he had moaned like that… just from kissing. 

“Ooo, I want to hear that again…” Nikolai said. He went back to kissing him, even venturing down to Sigma’s neck and exposed collar bone. 

Sigma was wiggling and whimpering as Nikolai sucked on his neck in between kisses. 

“C-Can we…” Sigma spoke. 

“Hmmm?” Nikolai paused and raised an eyebrow. 

With a bright red face, Sigma stuttered. His voice was quiet and shy sounding. “Can we… maybe…” 

Nikolai blinked. He assumed Sigma would ask him to stop, to which he would, and they'd go their separate ways for the evening. Then he'd sleep alone... again. 

“…Go upstairs?” Sigma couldn’t believe that he had said it out loud. He tried to hide his face with his hands. 

Nikolai grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his arms down to the table. “You want to go upstairs?” He asked just to confirm. 

Sigma closed his eyes and nodded his head. "Y-Yes... just be gentler with me please." 

Nikolai chuckled. He moved off of him and held out a hand. The slender man grabbed onto it, a bit nervous.

In a flash of fabric and gold light, Nikolai whisked the two of them away to his bedroom using his cape. It felt warm.

Head spinning from both the kisses and the method of transportation, Sigma glanced around the room. His heart nearly jumped into his chest seeing the wall of nefarious items. 

“Don’t worry~!” Nikolai noticed his gaze. “We can totally have vanilla sex, that way it'll be very nice and gentle! 

Sigma rolled his eyes. His cheeks were pink. 

“Don’t indirectly call me vanilla.” 

“Ahaha I wasn’t, but if the shoe fits~!” The clown circled him. 

“I’m not trying to be!” Sigma said. “I just don’t know what I like… I know more of what I don't like now based on my experience so far...” 

Nikolai pulled him in. “Shall we find out what you like?”

Sigma stared into his dual colored eyes. One green like emerald, the other sky blue. He slowly nodded. 

Nikolai booped him on the nose. “Although~” He let go of Sigma and walked over to the table with the lube and sex toys. “I do think some of these could be helpful…just a suggestion~!” 

Sigma stared at the floor. “I’ll let you lead… just don't be too rough.” He was embarrassed saying those words. 

Nikolai smirked. “I see… a true bottom… huh?” He teased.

Sigma glared at him. 

“Hmmm” Nikolai smirked. He tiptoed his way back to Sigma. Taking his hand, Nikolai kissed his way up Sigma’s arm to his neck. “I’ll take good care of you, don't worry. We're friends, after all.” 

Sigma was properly flustered. He found himself smiling and Nikolai kissed and chewed his neck. 

Nikolai’s hands went for the buttons on Sigma’s shirt. Meanwhile, Sigma’s hands went directly to Nikolai’s pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them. Nikolai was a little taken back by how direct he was being, but he liked it. He practically tore open the rest of the silky shirt Sigma had on and pulled it off, exposing his slender frame. His hands immediately caressed his soft skin. Both men wiggled out of their shoes and Sigma started to work on Nikolai’s vest. He was half expecting his hands to disappear inside the cape, although they did not. In fact, Nikolai paused and removed the cape completely, letting it fall with grace onto the floor. He helped Sigma remove his vest and top.

Sigma paused and squealed at Nikolai's chest. He had abs. His muscles were so attractive. 

Smiling, Nikolai returned to stripping Sigma. Pulling down his pants to reveal lacy women’s underwear. “Now this is interesting. We provided you with both men and women’s clothing, and you chose to wear women’s panties.” He eyed them. 

“I-I…” Sigma stuttered. His eyes locked on Nikolai’s. “I guess… sometimes I don’t always feel very masculine.” He said quietly. 

Nikolai looked like he was thinking. “Perhaps we should have chosen a specific gender for you….” 

“You didn’t?” Sigma asked. So, perhaps his theory had be correct. 

Nikolai shook his head. “We never specified your gender, just what you look like and the age you appear to be.” Then he paused. “I definitely wanted you to be a man. Whereas Fyodor…may have had another preference. He wrote most of your physical description.” His voice dropped off sounding sad for a moment. Then he quickly recovered. “That is most likely why you feel so mixed up!”

Sigma felt his heart sink. He couldn’t really explain why…

“Ah well… don’t worry too much about it. You are free to wear what you want and feel how you want.” Nikolai took the hair tie out of Sigma’s now messy ponytail, letting his cream and lavender locks free. He played with the band of Sigma’s panties.

Feeling relief, Sigma cupped Nikolai’s face and kissed him hard. He yanked on his pants, pulled them down to reveal white and red striped boxers. 

Now left in nothing more but their underwear, Nikolai shifted them towards the bed. The back of Sigma’s knees hit the bed frame. The slender man stared at the clown with pink “doe eyes.” Nikolai then scooped Sigma up, which caused him to gasp, and placed him on bed. He crawled into bed next to him. The two faced each other on their sides. Nikolai then kissed Sigma again, passionately. 

Sigma’s heart was pounding in his chest. This was nothing like what happened with Fyodor. Nikolai was (surprisingly)… a generous lover. 

Nikolai smiled. He tucked a lavender lock of hair behind Sigma’s ear post-kiss He then slid his hand to the back of Sigma’s head and kissed him on the forehead. 

From there, things moved quickly. 

Nikolai gently rolled Sigma onto his back and slid off his underwear. Sigma stared down at Nikolai who was staring at the erection in his face. The clown sighed. Sigma was perfect in everything way, down to his dick. It was so difficult controlling himself. He really wanted to be rough with Sigma. However… he didn’t want to totally freak him out like Fyodor had done. He licked his lips and went down on Sigma. Greeting the tip of dick with his tongue, he licked it in a feline fashion. 

Sigma made a squeaking noise. It was sensitive… his tip was sensitive.

The squeak turned to a deep moan as Nikolai inhaled his cock and sucked down hard. He watched through his long eyelashes as Nikolai sucked him off. It was so good… His face felt hot. He relaxed. 

Nikolai was pretty skilled. Having taken Fyodor’s dick in his mouth plenty of times, Sigma’s was no problem. 

The slender man didn’t even realize that moans were slipping from his mouth. “H-Hey… I-I’m gonna-“ He tried to say, but it was cut off by a moan. 

The white haired man wasn’t giving up. He desperately wanted to make Sigma cum. He knew that would really relax him and make the entire experience better. 

“AH~!” Sigma’s hands went to Nikolai’s head. He ran his fingers through the short hairs at the top. His eyes slammed shut and he felt himself letting go. 

Nikolai felt a rush of warm juices enter his mouth. He pushed the tip to the back of his throat and swallowed. 

Sigma whimpered. That was the first time someone else had made him cum. He panted. 

Nikolai came up and took a deep breath. He licked his lips. “You tasted so sweet.” 

Sigma’s face turned red. 

“Mmhmm.” Nikolai giggled. “Feeling good?” 

Sigma nodded. 

Nikolai stood up and pulled down his pants. “Me too.” He revealed his very hard boner.

Sigma bit his lip. 

Nikolai was long and decently thick, surrounded by very light white hairs. 

“Ah! But first…” He scuttled over to the table. He picked up a particular cooling lubricant and a pair of anal beads. He returned to the bed. 

Sigma eyed the anal beads suspiciously.

Nikolai noticed and chuckled. “I’m leading, remember? ” 

Sigma rolled his eyes, but did a small nod. "What are those?" 

“They are sometimes used to help stretch you out a bit. This will be easier if you roll over.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma rolled onto his stomach and then froze. "H-Hey... you'll roll me over again before... we do this right? So we can kiss, right?" 

Nikolai felt his heart flutter. "Of course." 

Sigma relaxed again and Nikolai got to work.

First, he lubed up Sigma with the lubricant which offered a cool numbing sensation. This caused the slender man to inhale through his teeth. Next Nikolai slowly inserted the anal beads, pushing one bead in at a time. 

Sigma gripped the bedsheets. It was stretching him out… Although, it wasn’t a bad feeling. 

When he got down to nothing left but the handle, the clown started to play with them. Pulling them out a bit and pushing them in. 

Sigma whimpered softly. It wasn’t bad at all. 

After a little bit of this, Nikolai carefully rolled Sigma onto his back. He stood up, and pulled Sigma towards the end of the bed. Spreading the man’s legs, he eased the beads out by pulling the handle. “I think it’s time for the real deal.” He said with a grin. He added more lube.

Sigma looked up at Nikolai as the clown eased his way inside him. He pushed in the tip, and it didn’t hurt. And the look on Nikolai's face as he entered him... made Sigma's body feel hot.

Nikolai continued to push in and in, and in until he bottomed out. The slender man winced a little, but this was nothing compared to the other time. 

Nikolai was grinning ear to ear. Sigma felt so damn good. “There…we go.” He started to pull out and thrust in. 

Sigma whimpered. Nikolai held his legs and tried to find a rhythm. Once he found it, Sigma moaned and tossed his head back. This felt so good all of the sudden.

With both of them feeling good, Nikolai kept at it. And it didn’t take long for both men to be on edge. 

"Hold me." Sigma said. 

Nikolai pushed Sigma further back on the mattress and crawled on top of him. He re-inserted himself and wrapped his arms completely around the slender man’s torso, holding him so close. 

“Yes.” Sigma couldn’t help but whimper. He didn't realize that sex felt so good. 

Nikolai kissed him. 

That was enough for Sigma. His long eyelashes fluttered. He was having a second orgasm.

Nikolai loved this. He thrusted harder into Sigma, trying to finish himself off. Sigma was in total bliss at that moment and was so relaxed, he could easily thrust just a bit harder. The clown grunted. He kissed him again until he came. 

Once he was finished, he peppered Sigma's face and neck with kisses. He pulled out and collapsed next to him. 

The two were panting and staring at the ceiling. Slowly, the panting stopped as they caught their breath. 

“You were wonderful.” Nikolai praised him. 

Sigma smiled. He rolled onto his side, facing Nikolai. “I want to do it again.” 

A slow smile appeared on Nikolai’s face. He turned to face Sigma. He played with the long pieces of his lavender hair. “Give me ten minutes.”

Sigma laughed. 

Nikolai leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. 

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The two men were tangled in each other all night.

Nikolai had not experienced so much sex in a while, and he certainly hadn’t topped like that in a very long time. Meanwhile, Sigma… was learning to love sex. 

Nikolai was being very affectionate, snuggling Sigma all night as they slept. Sigma had never been cuddled like that before. 

Come morning, the men were both pretty gross covered in sweat and their own bodily fluids, but they were also both content. They ended up staying in bed well into the afternoon on and off sleeping, kissing, and cuddling. Eventually it was time to get up, clean up, and eat. Sigma woke up first. He noticed he was wrapped up in Nikolai’s arms. He poked the clown on the cheek. Nikolai slowly opened his dual colored eyes. Sigma laughed softly. His adorable laugh caused Nikolai to smile. 

“Well hello gorgeous.” He said. 

Sigma blushed. He leaned in and kissed Nikolai. 

After the kiss, Sigma sighed. “We have to get up.” 

“Do we?” Nikolai asked. 

“Yeah… we should get cleaned up.” Sigma nodded.

“Hmmm… we could get a bath together.” Nikolai suggested. “I don’t want to let you go right now.” 

Sigma’s heart was racing. “Y-Yeah… I feel the same. It's weird.” 

Nikolai pulled him in closer. "Why does it need to be weird?" 

"W-Well because... I am supposed to be with Fyodor... I guess." Sigma replied. 

"And we are supposed to be friends." Nikolai nodded.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. 

Sigma has never felt so cared for. Nikolai had made him feel seen. He made him feel sexy. He made him feel good. 

"Sometimes friends find themselves in a secret love affair...no?" Nikolai asked with a small smirk.

"They were servants in the book I'm reading, remember?" Sigma rolled his eyes. 

Nikolai rolled out of bed first. "Basically, that is us." He stretched. 

"Hm?" Sigma caught his response. 

“Woo. I feel like I went through an intense workout. Topping is so much work.” Nikolai changed the subject. 

Sigma rolled out the bed too and went along with it. “I can be on top next time.” 

Nikolai raised an eyebrow. 

Sigma blushed. “I mean… I still want to… you know… receive but, I can get on top of you and…” 

Nikolai smiled. “Uh, huh?” 

Sigma crossed his arms. “You know what I mean!” 

“Oh, I know what you mean alright.” Nikolai laughed. 

“Let’s go.” Sigma walked towards Nikolai’s bathroom. 

It was very similar to his own. Nikolai began to run the water for the clawfoot tub. 

“Let’s rinse in the shower first.” Sigma said, catching a glimpse of how gross he was in the mirror. 

Nikolai turned on the shower and after a moment, the two men stepped into the glass box. The clown grabbed the detachable shower head and sprayed Sigma playfully. Sigma bit his lip and wrestled him for the shower head. 

Both of them ended up laughing and kissing in the shower as they played and rinsed each other off. 

Once that was done, they got into the tub. Nikolai first, Sigma on his lap. 

They relaxed in the hot water in silence. 

That’s when Sigma’s mind began to wander.

“What’s going to happen when Fyodor comes back?” He asked.

“Ah…” Nikolai said. “Anytime he goes away, he comes back horny. That guy just lets it build up…” 

“So will he… will you…or I…” Sigma couldn’t find the words.

“He’s pretty cross with me.” Nikolai said. “So he’ll probably want you.” 

Sigma gulped. 

“Try not to be too submissive…” Nikolai advised him. “If you give him even a slight challenge, he’ll put more effort into it. He likes a little fire.” 

“Hmm…” Sigma said. He seemed sad. 

“Look…” Nikolai moved his wet hair out of the way and kissed him on the shoulder. “We both belong to Fyodor." 

Sigma sighed. This wasn’t fair. 

“I love Dos-kun.” Nikolai said. “We can’t let him know about us… you know… for our own safety.”

Sigma nodded slowly. he trusted Nikolai more now. He still didn’t know what Fyodor’s deal really was, but obviously he had money and he had power... that much was clear.

There was a pause. 

“I do appreciate your company.” Nikolai said, breaking the silence. “I was lonely… before you came. Fyodor was so caught up in creating you, I was forgotten for so long.” 

Sigma’s heart ached. “Yeah… I was lonely too before meeting you.” 

Nikolai kissed his shoulder again. 

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Another week passed and Fyodor had not returned and Nikolai and Sigma had become inseparable. Perhaps it was because they were alone in a manor in the middle of nowhere. Sure, Sigma would fake annoyance with Nikolai’s antics… but at the end of each day they’d have really intense sex and fall asleep together. It was a whirlwind romance.

One day, while laying in bed cuddling after some morning sex…Nikolai was admiring Sigma as he so often did. 

“Have you ever thought about piercing your ears?” He asked while running his fingers through Sigma’s hair. He was laying on  his back and Sigma was sprawled out across his chest. He was holding one of Sigma’s hands with his free hand that wasn’t in a sea of pastel colored hair.

“Not really…” Sigma replied. 

‘“I think some sparkly earrings would suit you really well.” Nikolai flicked his earlobe. 

“You think so?” Sigma yawned. 

“You should let me pierce them.” Nikolai said, not actually expecting his partner to say yes. 

“Hmmm…” Sigma thought for a moment. He did enjoy accessorizing. “How would you do that?” 

“I mean…I have some ideas.” Nikolai giggled.

Sigma sighed. What was he signing himself up for?  “Very well.” 

“Yippeeee~!” Nikolai sprung out of bed, launching Sigma face first onto the mattress. 

Sigma groaned. 

It took Nikolai merely twenty minutes to locate the items he was going to need. Thick sewing needles meant for sewing leather, rubbing alcohol, two corks from old wine bottles, paper towels and of course… earrings. He had found two beautiful diamond studs with a teardrop shape.

Sigma eyed all of these items suspiciously. Most of all, the diamond earrings. 

“Where did you get those?” He had to ask. 

“Ah… well, Fyodor has a safe in his room. He has a lot of jewelry in there.” Nikolai shrugged casually. 

“You stole those from Fyodor!?” Sigma face-palmed. 

“Well he’s not going to wear them.” Nikolai shrugged again. “And who is he going to give them to? A woman? I’d kill her~” He stuck his tongue out in an overly cute manner. Sigma had grown sort of used to the odd things Nikolai would say. 

He sighed. “Fine…” He sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed.

Smirking, Nikolai sat down next to him. 

“How much is this going to hurt?” Sigma asked. 

“Oh… you know…” Nikolai’s voice trailed off. 

There was a pause. 

“You’ve never actually done this… have you?” Sigma glared at the clown. 

“Teehee~! Ya caught me!” Nikolai said. 

Both men stared at each other, still naked- mind you. 

“Just get it over with.” Sigma sighed. 

He was so done. 

“Yes sir~” Nikolai began to process. He cleaned Sigma’s lobes with the rubbing alcohol.

“I already cleaned the needles.” He promised. 

Sigma closed his eyes. 

(NOTE: Do not try this at home) 

Nikolai pierced his ear lobes with the needles, successfully. Sigma winced. The pain wasn’t too bad though. As the corks held the needles in place, Nikolai lined up the earring on one side. He slid the needle through the rest of the way as he slid the earring in. He repeated this process. 

When he was done, he clapped his hands. “Wow! They look great!” He jumped up and went into his bathroom, returning with a black hand held mirror. 

Sigma looked at himself in the reflection. The diamond earrings sparkled in his ears. Okay… Nikolai had been right. They did, in fact, look really good. 

“So pretty.” Nikolai kissed him on the cheek. 

“Thanks.” Sigma blushed. 

They spent the rest of that day like most of their other days together: essentially as a newly wed couple would.

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A few days later, their peace would be interrupted.

“Sigma…” Nikolai coaxed him awake. 

They had slept in Sigma’s room the night before. 

Sigma’s pink eyes opened and he noticed Nikolai was standing next to the bed, fully dressed. 

“Dos-kun is back.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma blinked. 

“I’m going downstairs to see him…” The clown spoke. “He could come up at any time so just… remember what I said…” He placed Sigma’s pajamas next to him. 

Sigma nodded. He sat up as Nikolai left and sleepily dressed himself in the pajamas, then laid back down. 

While laying there, Sigma managed to somehow drift off to sleep again. He woke up a while later to the sensation of someone playing with his hair. He smiled. In his sleepy state, he assumed this must be Nikolai. 

“Wake up darling Sigma.” He heard a voice with a familiar Russian accent.

Sigma froze for a moment. He opened his eyes and saw Fyodor sitting on the edge of the bed. He was dressed in his usual attire, white hat and all. He had a small smirk on his face. “I heard you threw quite the tantrum…” 

Sigma gulped. 

“You look well rested at the moment.” Fyodor said. “Are you satisfied now?”

“Huh?” Sigma blushed at the question. He recalled every single moment with Nikolai that he had the past week. Both of their beds multiple times, the bath, the shower… even in his little book nook. And yesterday, in the middle of the kitchen. 

Fyodor studied his reaction, finding it intriguing. “Are you satisfied living this life now?” 

“I am.” Sigma nodded. 

Fyodor studied his facial expressions. What had changed?

“Interesting, what helped you to come to that conclusion?” He asked. 

“I guess I’m just grateful for the life given to me.” Sigma said. 

Fyodor noticed the diamond earrings.

“What is this?” He asked.

“Oh…I’ve pierced my ears.” Sigma said. 

“Hmm.” Fyodor recognized the earrings from his safe. “I see you've done some exploring too. They look good on you.” 

“T-Thanks.” Sigma replied. 

“Excellent.” Fyodor leaned close to him. “I’d like to dine with you tonight.” His aura was difficult to read. 

“Just us?” Sigma asked. “I mean… won’t Nikolai be lonely?” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Koyla will be there too.” 

Sigma was relieved to hear that. 

“I don’t mind cooking something.” He offered.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Fyodor said. “I’m very exhausted.” He stood up. “So if you’ll excuse me now. I’m afraid I’m quite tired from traveling. I am going to rest before dinner.” He explained, dismissing himself. 

Sigma felt a weight off his shoulders. That wasn’t too bad. Right? 

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About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. By that time, Sigma was getting out of the bathroom after showering. A towel was wrapped around his fluffy waist. His hair was pulled up with an oyster shaped claw clip messily. 

He opened the door a crack and saw Nikolai standing in the hall. He was holding a finger to his lips to “shush” the slender man when he opened the door.

Sigma rolled his eyes but allowed the clown to enter. He closed the door softly. “I thought we had to be careful.” He said. 

“Mmm we do, we do…” Nikolai eyed him in his towel. “Buuuut~ I need attention.” He grabbed his small waist. “And Dos-kun is asleep.” 

Pouting, Sigma watches him play with the rim of the towel. 

“Nikolai…” 

“Sigma…” 

They stared at each other. 

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” Nikolai gave him puppy dog eyes. 

Sigma blushed and crossed his arms. “F-Fine.” 

“Naked?” Nikolai added. 

The slender man’s face turned a deep dark shade of red. “Fine! B-But don’t try anything. You know I won’t be able to keep quiet and my bed squeaks and…” 

“Shhhh.” Nikolai kissed him, silencing and relaxing him. “You worry too much.” 

The kiss was hot, per usual. Nikolai removed the towel from Sigma’s waist during it. Then, after he backed off and wrapped himself in his cape. "For my next trick, I will pull an elephant out from my cape!" When he opened it again, he was naked too, dick out. Sigma rolled his eyes and shook his head, holding back a laugh. Nikolai removed the cape and tossed it on the bottom end of the bed. 

Lying down on his side facing away from where Nikolai was crawling into bed, Sigma pulled up the blankets. 

Nikolai slid under them and spooned Sigma from behind. He kissed his neck. 

“Behave.” Sigma told him. 

Nikolai snickered. Sigma sighed.

Nikolai ended up falling asleep. Once he was asleep, Sigma slid out of bed. 

“Mmm…” Nikolai groaned in his sleep. He snuggled a pillow in place of Sigma. 

Sigma smiled. Shaking his head, he walked over to his wardrobe to get dressed. 

He put on a first, he put on a light gray oversized turtleneck sweater. He matched the top with a pair of tight fitted black pants, and a black sparkly belt. He slid on 2 inch black high heels. Pulling his hair up messily with a silver claw clip, he was ready to go downstairs. He stopped and looked in the mirror. The earrings really completed the outfit, but a dinner with Fyodor and Nikolai. 

Why was he nervous? 

Chapter 3

Sigma ended up cooking a steak with a wine reduction sauce and vegetables from the garden for dinner. Fyodor had brought ingredients back with him including a lot of meat. So, he was absolutely thriving looking at the stocked pantry and refrigerator. 

Removing his red apron, he went to the dining room to set up. He was keeping the food in the oven on the warming setting, and it was almost time to eat. He had just laid out an ornate red table cloth and was leaning over the table polishing the silverware, when he felt two hands wrap around his waist from behind. He yelped and dropped the silverware on the table. 

“Sigma-chan~!” Nikolai whispered and kissed the side of his neck. 

“Jeez! Don’t scare me like that!” Sigma huffed.

He turned around to face his lover. 

“I just couldn’t help myself.” The clown said.

Nikolai was dressed in a casual outfit with black corduroy pants and a comfortable looking red crew neck sweater paired with his house slippers. His hair was in its usual braid. 

“I am glad you’re here. I could use some help setting up.” Sigma said. 

“I could use some help too.” Nikolai replied.

Sigma gave him a quizzical look. Then it dawned on him.

“Are you serious?” He glared at the white haired man.

Nikolai wrapped his arms around him again. “I have needs. Besides… I had a dream about you finally letting me tie you up…” 

“What happened to being careful?” Sigma raised an eyebrow. 

Nikolai replied by kissing him. Sigma whimpered into the kiss. 

Kissing Nikolai was like being swept into a trance. He was a really good kisser and his kisses were full of passion with a hint of delusion. Intriguing for a love affair.

“Hey…” Sigma said breathlessly as Nikolai moved from his lips to his neck, causing the slender man’s legs to buckle. 

“Hm?” Nikolai said between kisses. 

“W-We c-can’t do this right now.” Sigma told him in a whisper.

“Why not? Dos-kun is sleeping.” Nikolai was obviously fueled by his own horniness. 

“Because…” Sigma's voice trailed off. 

Nikolai stared at him grinning. 

Their eyes locked on each other. Without another word, the men started to make out. They were desperately kissing each other and pawing at their clothes. Sigma found himself unzipping Nikolai’s pants to get to his bulge. He reached in his pants and wrapped his thin fingers around his cock, pulling it out as he maintained the kissing. 

Before this could progress any further, the men could hear the sound of Fyodor’s heavy wooden bedroom opening down the hall on the first floor. 

Sigma’s eyes were wide. Nikolai pointed to the table and the slender man moved quickly. He lifted the table cloth and crawled under. Nikolai sat at the table concealing his lower half under the table. There. He could pretend to be polishing the silverware Sigma had started. From under the table Sigma heard footsteps entering the room. Although, his focus was more so on Nikolai’s exposed boner under the table. 

He had been reading those smut books again and he was having… some thoughts.

“Ah, Koyla.” Fyodor’s voice sounded raspy. As if he had just woken up. He was dressed in a fluffy black bathrobe and slippers, his hair was messy. 

“Dos-kun!” Nikolai replied. 

Sigma continued to stare. He really shouldn’t but…

“You look like you had a good r-rest.” Nikolai stuttered. 

Sigma had wrapped a hand around his dick and was licking the tip from under the table. 

“I did.” Fyodor replied. 

Being as quiet as possible, Sigma sucked down and began to inhale the shaft. 

“Good, that’s… really good.” Nikolai said, trying to focus on polishing the silverware. 

“Where is Sigma?” Fyodor asked. 

“Oh!” Nikolai exclaimed as Sigma deep-throated his cock. “Last I saw him was in the kitchen. He mentioned dinner was almost done.” 

“Excellent. I need a good meal.” Fyodor said. 

“Sigma-Chan is great at what he does.” Nikolai said. This caused Sigma to blush as he silently sucked him off. 

“That’s what I would expect.” Fyodor said stretching. “After all, we created him.” He moved closer to Nikolai. 

Nikolai looked up at him. “Dos-kun…” 

“Did you pierce his ears?” Fyodor asked out of nowhere. 

“I did.” Nikolai replied quickly. He was getting close already. 

“I see.” Fyodor stared at him. So, Sigma had covered for Nikolai. 

There was a pause. 

Sigma swirled the tip with his tongue and then sucked down on the shaft again. 

“Those earrings belonged to a woman that I had an affair with long ago.” Fyodor explained. “They suit darling Sigma well.” He patted Nikolai on the head. “Good job.” 

Nikolai bit his lip. 

“Are you alright?” Fyodor asked. 

“I’m on edge!” Nikolai said. “I’ve just missed you so much Dos-kun. You know how needy I get.” He gulped. He was going to cum. 

“I see.” Fyodor said with a small smirk. “Well, I plan on bedding Sigma tonight. He looked so adorable earlier. I’m practically hard while thinking about it right now.”

Sigma almost choked hearing that. 

“However, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow.” The Russian man leaned down and kissed his clown.

Nikolai whimpered. He dropped the silverware he had been pretending to polish. 

Sigma felt a rush of warm fluid enter his mouth. He pushed the tip towards the back of his throat, as he was taught, to make sure he didn’t choke as he swallowed it down. 

It was quite a lot. 

Once Nikolai had completely finished, Sigma quietly removed his mouth from around the shaft and tried to catch his breath. He covered his mouth with his hand to muffle the sound. 

“Dos-kun.” Nikolai panted after the kiss. 

“Yes?” Fyodor asked. 

“I love you.” Nikolai replied. 

Sigma felt a pang in his chest, which surprised him.

“Hmm.” Fyodor smirked. “Let’s hope you learned your lesson. ” 

Nikolai blinked. 

“I am going to change into some clothes for dinner.” Fyodor turned at that moment and left the room. 

After the sound of his bedroom door opening and closing again, Sigma crawled out from under the table. 

Nikolai smiled. “That was hot.” 

Sigma wiped his chin. He was shocked he actually went through with that…

“What was that about learning a lesson?” He asked.

“Ahaha…” Nikolai laughed. “Let’s not worry about that right now.” He zipped up his pants.

Sigma crossed his arms and gave him a look. 

“Ah… fine, fine.” Nikolai said, giving in. “Fyodor was not happy with me…” 

“You mentioned that earlier.” Sigma nodded. 

 “It’s because I took your first kiss.” Nikolai admitted. 

Sigma blinked. “Did he hurt you?” He felt guilty for basically ratting him out about that…

“Eh, not really.” Nikolai shrugged. “He tied me up and spanked me with a paddle and his hands. Then he teased me with his cock. That was kinda sexy though~” He paused. “But then… he left.” A sad look appeared on Nikolai’s face. “I think that hurt the most.” He clutched his chest. “Because… I miss him so much.” 

Sigma could tell that Nikolai was absolutely crazy about Fyodor. 

“You did a good job of curing my loneliness though.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma nodded, but he felt a bit sad. “You did the same for me.” 

The two stared at each  other. 

“I should go prepare the plates.” Sigma broke the silence. He held back tears.

“I can finish the table…” Nikolai said. 

Sigma left the room. He was full of conflicted emotions. 

It was hard to hear Nikolai talk about having such deep feelings for Fyodor, when he had spent all his time recently in bed with him. Nikolai had helped Sigma enjoy sex and now, the slender man felt connected to him. Their physical attraction to each other was leading to additional feelings on Sigma’s part. He was also very horny at the exact moment from sucking off Nikolai, hence the conflict.

Sigma paused when he entered the kitchen.

Well… apparently he’d be sleeping with Fyodor later. Maybe he could… make the best of that? 

And maybe he’d understand why Nikolai had such deep feelings for the Russian man. 

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Sigma was even more quiet than normal during dinner. Meanwhile, Nikolai was chattering away with Fyodor about his trip. 

The pretty man’s silence didn’t go unnoticed by Fyodor. The dark haired man also observed how truly amazing Sigma’s cooking skills were. He locked eyes with him throughout the dinner.

After Nikolai volunteered to clean up the kitchen, Sigma dismissed himself politely and went upstairs. As soon as he was behind closed doors, Sigma brought a hand up to his face. He was blushing. He had been thinking about everything during dinner. He bit his lip, maybe this affair was too much.  

Every time he made eye contact with Fyodor, he thought of what his fate would be later that evening. Now, it was almost time… and he was anxious. He was sure it wouldn’t hurt as bad this time, but he wondered how rough the Russian man was going to be with him. 

He remembered the advice Nikolai had given him:

Don’t be too submissive. 

Sigma gave his cheeks a slap. 

Right. All he could do was wait for the knock. 

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Sigma waited and waited. It got later and later.

There was no knock. 

No knock from Nikolai. 

No knock from Fyodor. 

A thought crossed his mind- what if he went to Fyodor first? 

Surely that wouldn’t be considered “too submissive.” 

As he debated it back and forth, he stripped out of his clothes. He put lavender scented lotion on his skin and applied skincare to make his face glow. He brushed his long hair, fluffing it out. Then, he put on his bathrobe and slippers. 

He gained the courage to do it. 

He lit a candle and placed it in a glass holder, then he opened the door to his bedroom and made his way through the dark manor. Once downstairs, he passed a large window near Fyodor’s room and noticed that there was a lantern glowing outside in the garden. Sigma peered out the window and saw Nikolai laying in the garden, looking up at the stars. His heart ached at the sight. 

A part of him wanted to go outside and lay beside him. They’d kiss under the stars and he’d feel so… happy. However, he knew that wasn’t something he could do freely. Not with Fyodor in the house. Nikolai made that so very clear. They were so lucky they didn't get caught earlier. He moved forward towards Fyodor’s bedroom door. At the end of the day, he belonged to Fyodor. After hearing about Nikolai’s punishment, he knew it was in his best interest to appeal to Fyodor’s needs. 

Sigma knocked on the heavy wooden door. It took a minute or two, but the door slowly creaked open. 

“My darling, this is a surprise.” Fyodor said, eyeing the slender man. He was wearing his bathrobe again, and looked like he was readying himself for bed. 

“I um…” Sigma was blushing already. “I’m here to please you.” He stared at the ground. 

Fyodor studied his face. “How interesting. I was about to come pay you a visit.” 

Sigma gulped. 

“Come in.” The dark haired man opened the door wider. 

Sigma entered the dark room. Fyodor’s bedroom was much larger than both Nikolai’s and Sigma’s. It had a huge four-post bed that had some very detailed carvings in the headboard. Many thick bear fur blankets were sprawled out, along with fluffy feather-filled pillows. Two medieval style wooden end tables were on each side of the bed with black metal candelabras that had melted red candles on them. Above the bed, a pair of medieval looking chain shackles. 

There was a gothic looking stone fireplace, which was lit and provided the only light in the room. In front of the fireplace was a red love seat and a tall glass reading lamp. Surrounding the love seat were stacks of books. Old looking books. Large cathedral style windows were covered by long black curtains, making it extra dark. Eerily enough, was a marble statue in the corner of a beautiful nude woman. What made this statue eerie, was that it was so similar to Sigma, just as a woman. And there were several doors in the room leading to a closet, a bathroom, and a small side room that was an office. 

Fyodor closed the door. He took the candle holder out of Sigma’s hand and walked it over to the right end table next to his bed. He used the candle to light the ones on his candelabra there. This let a little more light into the room. Then he returned to Sigma, who was standing near the door, looking around the room like a scared rabbit. 

“Don’t be afraid.” Fyodor told him. “I’m not a vampire despite the aesthetic.” 

Sigma laughed nervously at the joke. 

Fyodor’s hands went to Sigma’s waist. He observed how the diamond earrings he had were glittering in the candle light. His eyes shifted to the statue in the corner briefly. “So, how do you plan on pleasing me?” 

Sigma gulped. “Are you going to make me say it out loud?" 

Fyodor chuckled. “You are really… so precious.” 

As Sigma tried to pout, he was interrupted by Fyodor kissing him. 

His heart started to race. The dark haired man deepened the kiss. Their tongues melted together. He guided Sigma slowly towards the bed. 

In front of the bed, the two disrobed and stepped out of their slippers.

Fyodor pulled back from the kiss to observe Sigma’s body. He was growing hard, which made Fyodor get hard as well. He opened the drawer of the end table and pulled out a tube of lubricate. He placed it on top of the table and went back to kissing Sigma. Grinning as the man whimpered. He moved to his neck and kissed his way down his chest. When he arrived at each nipple, he licked them. As they grew hard, he nipped at them. The sensation caused the fragile man’s legs to buckle. He grabbed Sigma, with the intention of throwing him face down onto the bed.

“W-Wait.” Sigma said panting. 

“Hmm?” Fyodor raised an eyebrow. 

Sigma eyed him up and down. He hesitated only a moment, then - he pushed Fyodor onto the bed on his back. 

Fyodor was taken by surprise. His eyes were wide.

Sigma crawled on top of him. “I want to please you . Remember?” 

Fyodor slowly grinned. “Oh?” He crossed his arms behind his head. “Go ahead then.” 

Sigma moved down his body until he was eye-level with his big dick. 

Licking his lips, he made eye contact and he went down on the tip. He wrapped a hand around the shaft and began to lap up the tip like a kitten drinking a bowl of milk. He was mirroring what he had seen from Nikolai but in a more innocent way. Fyodor was watching his every move. After teasing the tip, he began to inhale the shaft. He took at much as he could into his mouth, deep throating his cock and sucking down. He bobbed his head. This got a moan out of Fyodor, which made him feel accomplished.

Fyodor placed a hand on Sigma’s head and let him suck the life out of his cock. It was a great blow job. He had to admit… he was impressed. 

When Fyodor found he was getting close, which was usually rare from a blow job, he patted him on the head. “That’s quite enough.” 

Sigma looked up at him. He withdrew his and wiped his chin. “No good?” 

“Sigma… that was fantastic.” Fyodor praised him. “You’ve done well, but there’s a different place I want to plant my seed.” His hands went down to Sigma’s ass, squeezing it. 

Nodding, Sigma sat up. He reached for the lube. Taking a deep breath, he mounted his torso. He prepped himself on top of Fyodor and he made sure to squirt some extra lube on the dark haired man’s thick cock too. Fyodor’s hands touched his soft skin, feeling his body. Biting his lip, Sigma lowered himself onto his dick. He was relieved to find that it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the first time. He exhaled; he had taken the whole thing inside him. 

Fyodor’s hands were crossed behind his head again. He was watching Sigma so closely. His change in behavior was not unnoticed. Where was the shy nervous man from before?

Sitting straight up on top of the man who created him, Sigma rocked his hips. He closed his eyes and he tried to bounce. He whimpered. Fuck… that felt good. He had been so fucking horny… He was able to slowly bounce up and down by rocking his curvy hips. He was riding Fyodor’s cock. 

Fyodor smirked. What a delightful feeling. 

Sigma looked absolutely stunning on top of him with his long hair flowing behind him. The earrings were catching light with every bounce. He moaned. So good…He leaned forward, bringing their bodies closer together. He began to really bounce up and down on his dick, moving his hips fast. 

Their eyes locked on each other. 

Sigma’s face was red. 

“You seem to be enjoying my cock a great deal tonight.” Fyodor said, a smirk was still across his face. His hands went straight for Sigma’s body, touching his soft skin again.

“I…I…” Sigma moaned. “It’s so big…” His eyes rolled.

Fyodor tried to speak, but he was silenced. Sigma had kissed him and surprised him for the third time that night. 

“Is this what you were pondering about during dinner?” He chuckled after the kiss. 

Sigma started to get to the point where he was going to cum. The bouncing was slowing. 

Fyodor decided it was time to help. Holding Sigma’s hips, he thrusted up from underneath. 

Sigma let out a really loud moan. He collapsed completely on the Russian man. Fyodor took this opportunity to roll Sigma onto his back without even pulling out or anything. Now on top of him, he took his slender legs and spread them in the air. He thrusted fast and hard into the fragile man. 

Sigma was practically singing. He lasted not even five minutes with Fyodor on top of him before letting go, experiencing his first orgasm with the Russian man. A small smile of bliss was across his face. 

Fyodor grunted. Sigma had tightened around his cock. The sight of this man finishing… it intrigued him more than he thought it would. He was so beautiful. Fyodor focused on Sigma's face for a moment before he closed his eyes and he finished too, filling his creation with his warm fluids. 

Sigma had tears in his eyes. He laughed a bit. He was now the surprised one. He was surprised because… he understood why Nikolai was crazy about Fyodor.

“Kiss me.” He said breathlessly.

Fyodor blinked at the demand. His purple-red eyes shifted to the statute in the corner once more. He closed them for a moment and smiled. This smile was unlike any other smile he had given Sigma- it was extremely soft. He fulfilled the request and kissed Sigma. 

For once, Sigma felt sparks as they kissed.

Their eyes met after and Fyodor rubbed his nose against Sigma’s. 

“Can I stay here for the night?” The pretty man asked shyly. 

“I’d say you’ve earned that right.” Fyodor nodded. He rolled off of him. “Allow me to clean you up first.” 

Fyodor got out of bed and left the room momentarily. He returned with a damp towel and used it to wipe Sigma off. Once clean, Sigma shifted himself on the bed and crawled under the warm blanket. Fyodor used a metal candle snuffer to put out the candles in the room. Then he joined Sigma in the bed under the covers. 

Now that they were laying beside each other, Sigma felt a bit awkward. Worry crept up on him too. Had he been too forward? 

Fyodor seemed to notice this. 

“Come here.” He gestured to his chest. 

Sigma scooted closer. He hesitated. After a second of that, he snuggled against Fyodor’s chest. He could hear his heart beat, proving that this man was in fact- a human being. He let out a sigh of relief. It was not long before Sigma had fallen asleep. 

Fyodor was still wide awake. He had started thinking about everything that had just occurred. It was good sex. Sigma had significantly improved. He had improved…a little too much.

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Carrying his suspicions into the next day, Fyodor hatched a plan to figure out what was going on. Or what went on while he was away, to be more exact. 

When morning came, the Russian man slid out of bed. Put on his robe and slippers and went to the kitchen. He prepared a simple breakfast for the three of them. 

Meanwhile, Sigma stirred. He woke up and rubbed his eyes. He felt extremely warm under the bear fur blankets. He groaned and sat up. He glanced around the room. 

Fuck. This was not his room… 

Then he remembered the night before. His cheeks turned red. He had fucked Fyodor in every way that basically defined the word fuck. And he liked it…

Feeling embarrassed, and slightly guilty he shook his head clear. He slowly crawled out of bed. Standing in Fyodor’s spooky room, he looked for his robe. Once he located it, he put it on. He was getting ready to quite literally run out of the room, when he felt a weird sensation. It was like he was being drawn to the small side room that was an office. Sigma made his way to the room. It was full of old books. These books looked absolutely ancient compared to the ones in the study of the manor. There were also some old scrolls kept in leather rolled cases. In the center of the room was a wooden desk with an eerie looking glass purple lamp that had a gold base. A comfortable looking leather chair was parked at the desk. 

A little library.

The slender man glided towards the desk. It appeared very normal. There were fountain pens, paper book marks, and a leather-bound notebook. Sigma didn’t know what possessed him but… he felt the need to open  the desk drawer. When he did… he found something odd. 

Inside there was a small painting. It looked burned at the edges and was currently being preserved in plastic. Painted were three people: A man who looked exactly like Fyodor, a man who looked very similar to Nikolai, and a woman who looked eerily similar to both Sigma and the statue in Fyodor’s bedroom. She was wearing a beautiful light colored ballgown that dated back to the Tudor period. In the photo, the man who looked like Nikolai had his arm around the waist of the woman. The man who looked like Fyodor, was standing on the other side of the man, but his eyes… were locked on the woman’s. 

Sigma was so confused. His head hurt looking at the painting. He put it back in the drawer and slammed it shut. 

There was no way that the man in the painting was Fyodor…right? It was an extremely old painting. There was just… no way. 

Freaked out, he ran from the small side room and towards the door of Fyodor’s bedroom. He flung open the door, where he was greeted by Fyodor. 

“Ah, did you just wake up?” The Russian man asked him. 

Sigma gulped. He pictured everything they had done the night before. 

“I-I did…” 

Fyodor chuckled. “I made breakfast. It’s in the kitchen, if you are hungry.” 

“Oh…yeah! Thanks.” Sigma nodded. The fear was slowly leaving his body. He could not explain why. 

“I was about to wake you, but since you already awake… I will go wake Koyla.” Fyodor said. 

“I see. I will see you both in the kitchen then?” Sigma asked. 

Fyodor nodded. “We’ll meet there.

He turned to leave. 

Before he could, Sigma grabbed his arm. 

“Hmmm?” Fyodor turned. 

Sigma was blushing. “I’m not sure why I grabbed you… sorry.” 

Fyodor smirked. He pulled Sigma in close, hugging him. “We are intertwined now.” He said. 

Sigma’s face was bright red. 

Fyodor kissed him. “We’ll meet up in the kitchen.” 

“R-Right.” Sigma nodded quickly. 

The men went their separate ways and Fyodor headed upstairs.

Once outside of Nikolai’s room, he did a small knock on the door and entered. 

Nikolai was in his bed, wearing his red pajamas. His long white hair was down. 

He slowly sat up, waking up to the sound of Fyodor entering the room. 

“Wow… good morning.” He said with a dry sleepy voice. 

“Morning.” Fyodor replied, sitting down on the bed. 

“For what do I owe this pleasure?” Nikolai asked. 

He couldn’t help but think about the last time Fyodor had come in so early… and there was a paddle to his ass. 

“I couldn’t sleep well.” Fyodor said with a dramatic sigh. 

“I thought you were totally smashing Sigma last night.” Nikolai said, forcing himself to laugh. 

“I did.” Fyodor replied, sounding disappointed. 

“Oh?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. Perhaps Sigma froze up like before? Was he okay?

“I couldn’t sleep at all after.” Fyodor locked eyes with the clown’s dual colored ones. “I was thinking about you…” He began to disrobe. 

Nikolai gulped. His mind instantly cleared of any thoughts. “Really?” 

“I’m sorry we fought…” Fyodor, now naked, was leaning closer to the pale man beside him. 'You know I don't like when you act naughty." 

Nikolai’s heart was racing. The Russian man cupped his face with his hands and kissed him. The clown whimpered into the kiss. 

“I have business to take care of soon… and I’m going to have to leave again… but I cannot leave before making things right with you.” Fyodor said in a whisper against his lips. 

“Dos-Kun…” Nikolai was desperate for another kiss. 

“Mmm…” Fyodor kissed him, pushing him backwards. 

The clown fell backwards onto his pillows. Fyodor was quick to get on top of him, unbuttoning his pajama top and sliding under the blankets. 

“Y-You want me Dos-kun?” Nikolai asked, his voice was suddenly very needy. 

“I need you.” Fyodor said. He removed Nikolai’s top and began to work on his pants. 

Nikolai whimpered. 

Fyodor removed his pants and underwear to reveal his growing boner. He glanced around the room and noticed that the lube was right next to his bed on the end table. He grabbed it and put it on the pillow next to the two of them. He deepened the kissing, shoving his tongue into Nikolai’s mouth. Nikolai greeted it, whole-heartedly. Their cocks were both very hard now, and rubbing against each other. Fyodor’s lips went down to Nikolai’s neck. He sucked the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He moved around his neck and collarbone, doing this several times. 

Nikolai was moaning. 

Holy shit…. Fyodor hadn’t been this lovey dovey in so long… 

Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. “Please…” He whispered. 

“Please what ?” Fyodor antagonized him. 

Nikolai let out a frustrated whine. 

Fyodor rubbed his finger against his lips. “Hush.” He shoved two fingers inside his mouth. 

Blushing, Nikolai sucked down on the fingers desperately. He was practically quaking now. He wanted him bad. 

“Roll over.” Fyodor ordered, withdrawing his fingers and moving off of him. 

Nikolai obeyed with no hesitation. He rolled onto his stomach. Fyodor looked down at Nikolai’s ass. This was an ass he was very familiar with now. Nikolai arched his back. Using the spit from his own mouth, Fyodor penetrated the clown with his fingers. 

Nikolai cried out. “Fuck…” He said, drooling. 

Fyodor started to finger him, pretty rapidly. 

Nikolai had tears streaming down his face but he was utterly elated. 

“P-Please…” He whined. 

“Please, what?” Fyodor asked him. 

“Please… give it to me already…” Nikolai continued to drool.

“Give what?” Fyodor teased. 

Nikolai let out a frustrated noise. Fyodor fingered him even faster.

Nikolai whimpered. “Y-Your cock! Please give it to me!” 

“Hmmm.” Fyodor sneered. He withdrew his fingers and grabbed the lube. He squirted some onto Nikolai’s aching asshole. Then he began to rub the tip of his dick against this entrance. 

Nikolai gripped the pillow he was face down into tightly. “Please…” 

“You want this?” Fyodor asked, continuing to tease him. 

“I do~!” Nikolai sang. 

“I’ll give it to you.” Fyodor told him. 

Nikolai let out a sigh of relief. He braced himself. Fyodor pushed the tip inside him. The clown let out a ridiculously loud moan.

“Do you want more?” Fyodor asked him. 

Nikolai nodded rapidly. 

“I’ll give it to you… but I have to ask you a question first.” Fyodor said. 

“I’ll answer anything!” Nikolai replied. 

Fyodor smirked. 

“How can I get Sigma to improve in bed?” 

Nikolai became very flustered. 

Fyodor slowly pushed deeper inside him. “Come on now, I need your advice.” 

“I-I…” Nikolai whimpered. “I suppose with practice . The more you do it, the better he’ll be.” 

“Huh…” Fyodor violently pushed the rest of the way inside him. 

Nikolai let out a loud cry. He shuddered, a twisted smile on his face. 

“You know, I think you are right.” Fyodor told him. He then began to pull out and push in, fucking him hard into the mattress. 

Nikolai was in bliss. He had missed this feeling… this raw insane feeling only Fyodor could create. Terror, brutality, mixed with lust. He felt as though his insides were being rearranged. 

He moaned so loudly. 

Fyodor gripped the pale man’s hips. He was almost sure his hunch was correct. A bit annoyed at this point, he fucked Nikolai into the mattress. 

“D-Dos-kun~!” Nikolai cried out. 

Fyodor arched Nikolai’s back more. Pulling upward and more onto all fours. 

He was thrusting so hard, the sound of his thrusts could be heard echoing off the walls. 

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Meanwhile, Sigma had been waiting in the kitchen for quite some time. He was growing worried with every minute that passed. 

After twenty minutes passed, he decided to  go to investigate. He tip-toed his way up the stairs and towards his and Nikolai’s bedrooms. 

As he got closer, he heard it. The sounds. His throat instantly felt like sandpaper. 

“Y-YESSSSSS~ IT'S SO ROUGH~” Nikolai’s voice could be heard. “Ughhh! I’m going to cum~” 

He heard the sounds of Fyodor’s thrusts and grunts that followed. 

Now outside the door, Sigma found himself reaching for the handle, ready to interrupt to stop them. He paused.

No. He belonged to Fyodor… and so did Nikolai. This was normal. Yes. Normal. 

With a knot in his chest and a lump in his throat, he retreated. 

He went back downstairs to warm up breakfast for the two… whenever they were done. 

Even though he accepted his fate… He couldn’t help but think about one thing: he had never caused Nikolai to make those kind of whimpers. 

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“Who said you were allowed to finish just yet?” Fyodor asked Nikolai. 

“Hnnnn… I’m going to… you can’t stop it…” Nikolai replied. 

“Oh?” Fyodor pulled out completely. He tossed Nikolai onto his back looking up at him. 

Nikolai giggled. 

“You think it’s funny?” Fyodor asked in a serious, slightly scary tone. 

Nikolai reached out and stroked the dark haired man’s cock. 

“Come on Dos-kun~” 

Fyodor smacked his hand away. 

In one fellow swoop, he spread Nikolai’s legs and pushed himself inside. 

His hips moved uncontrollably. He was thrusting so hard, only an experienced partner like Nikolai could have taken it. 

Drool dripping down his chin, and his face red, Nikolai was orgasming. His fluids were squirting out all over himself. 

Fyodor grunted. He was panting loudly, exhausted. He too, had finished. While doing so, he pulled out and sprayed Nikolai with his hot fluids.

Nikolai exclaimed gleefully. “Ah, yes~ what a treat” 

Fyodor let out a sigh. This had gotten slightly out of hand… 

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Breakfast with the three of them was kind of awkward. During the meal, Fyodor explained how he had some business nearby this time, and that he’d be gone for just a couple days settling it. He also mentioned that after he returned, he would most likely have some business for all three of them to partake in. Sort of depressed overall, Sigma shrugged this off.

When Fyodor left the manor late that same day, Sigma retreated to his room. Locking himself in, he surrounded himself with his books. 

Sex with Fyodor wasn't bad this time… He was almost ready to accept belonging to him. There was just one thing in the way… Nikolai. Had he never experienced Nikolai as a lover… then maybe he’d be able to just be Fyodor’s. 

The next day, early in the morning, Nikolai knocked on his door. 

Sigma had slept like shit, tossing and turning all night. He had dark circles under his pink colored eyes. His hair was a mess, sticking up all over. In his pajamas, he got out of bed and opened the door just a crack. 

“Morningggg~” Nikolai greeted him as if nothing had happened the day before. He, too, was in his pajamas. 

“Morning.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai pushed on the door, and Sigma held it in place. 

“I’d like to be alone right now.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai studied the man through the crack in the doorway. “Did you hear us?” He asked knowingly. 

Sigma started shaking. He turned around and pressed against the door with his back.

“I-I’m sorry.” Nikolai told him, pushing the door to keep it open. “I understand…” 

“Do you really? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” Sigma replied. “In fact, you were moaning louder than I had ever heard before.” 

“Sigma…” Nikolai sighed. 

Sigma didn’t reply. He was too tired for this…

“I know it’s hard to share.” Nikolai said. "But we both belong to him." 

Sigma didn’t reply again.

“I…couldn’t even be in the same house when I knew he was going to fuck you.” Nikolai admitted. "I hated not being included. I hated being alone."

Sigma’s eyes got wide. He remembered seeing Nikolai looking up at the stars in the garden the night before.  He sank to the ground. Nikolai stopped pushing against the door. Sigma was just sitting on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. Nikolai sighed. He turned around and leaned his back against the door gently. 

“I love Fyodor.” He said. “He’s the only one who has ever truly understood me…” He sank to the ground on the other side of the door. “Even so… I look at you with so much desire…I cannot explain it…” 

Sigma sighed. He was pushing back tears. 

“I want you Sigma.” Nikolai added, in a voice so true. 

Sigma stood up quickly. He ripped the door open and tackled Nikolai. 

“OOF!” Nikolai said. The two fell with a THUD! 

On top of him, Sigma kissed him desperately. Nikolai was shocked, but the kiss was nice. He smiled a bit. The slender man suddenly slumped. He was utterly exhausted. 

“Sigma?” Nikolai blinked. 

Sigma let out a groan. His body felt weak. 

“You’ve exhausted yourself over this.” Nikolai said with a sigh. 

Sigma nodded. 

“Okayyyy…” Nikolai shifted the weight and slipped out from under him. He dead lifted Sigma off the ground. His abs came in handy sometimes. Cuddling him bridal style, he brought him to his bed. “Let’s take a nap then.” He tucked him into bed. Sliding under the blankets with him, cuddled him close. 

“Do you think… we have met before?” Sigma asked in a sleepy voice. 

“I think that’s quite impossible.” Nikolai told him. 

“Right… I was only… just written…” Sigma drifted off to sleep. 

Chapter 4

Notes:

Warning: Brief Mention of Sewer Slide this Chapter (for a flashback)

Fyodor gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove away from the countryside and to the nearby village of Alfrisron. He loathed driving in England, but he had no choice but to go away from the manor for a few days. History was repeating itself.  He had taken so many measures to prevent that. Nikolai was his most loyal follower. He even took it a step further and made him his lover to gained his undying devotion. He sighed.  

A long time ago while spreading his religious message, Fyodor, who would often travel in Monk’s clothing, met two people that had a great impact on him: A jester named Alexi and a Lady of the Court named Isabel. Fyodor became very interested in the Lady of the Court. Lady Isabel had a unique gift. She could exchange information. This would be really useful to Fyodor. 

As a so-called Monk, Fyodor was invited to the palace as the interest in a change of religion was popular at the time. While there, he caught the eye of said lady. Fyodor was a traveled man, and would surely have some useful information. Their exchange of information started a secret love affair. 

Isabel was shy and meek, no one would ever think she would have a love affair with a monk, and it was a hot and heavy one. The only issue was, Isabel had a husband. That was Alexi, the court jester. Alexi was interested in Fyodor’s gospel. Court jesters were very educated at the time, and he was a lover of Philosophy and Theology. The two actually became good friends, more so by accident. However, this friendship would go sour quickly. Alexi found out about the love affair between Isabel and Fyodor. Shockingly, the first thing he did was offer himself up to Fyodor as well. Fyodor considered accepting the offer but ultimately rejected Alexi, as he only wanted Isabel. That’s when the jester threatened to expose Fyodor for being a fraud. There was no way- real Monk would sleep with a married woman. 

Fyodor at this point had become unhealthily obsessed with Lady Isabel. He wanted her to go with him, and leave the palace. Lady Isabel was conflicted as she loved Alexi but a part of her loved Fyodor too. Meanwhile, Alexi was working hard to keep her away from him. This drove Fyodor mad. He wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted. He ended up killing Alexi. As he stood over his body, which was a bloody mess on the floor, Lady Isabel walked in. She fell to her knees and screamed. She was too gentle of a person to witness something so terrible. When she looked up at Fyodor, there was fear and hatred in her eyes. Before he could speak, she ran from the room. 

For an entire day, no one could find Lady Isabel. Fyodor spent most of the day disposing of Alexi's corpse. He was growing worried throughout the day, hearing whispers that this was all some sort of scandal. That Lady Isabel had discovered she was pregnant with another man’s baby only a day before. He never once thought to check in his own chambers when he searched for her. It wasn’t until he walked in later that night, when it became his turn to fall to his knees.

Hanging from the rafter right beside his bed, was Lady Isabel. 

Fyodor noticed a note on the floor. It read: “I would never bear the child of a monster.” There with the note, a painting of himself, Alexi, and Isabel that had been created earlier that year. 

Fyodor lowered her from the rafters, but it was far too late. After taking the tear drop shaped earrings that he had gifted to her off of her corpse, Fyodor proceeded to burn the palace down and went to the countryside. Many people gifted people died in the fire. It was a true tragedy. He took the painting as his own.

For year and years looked for a way to alter reality. Not only to aid him in his own personal mission, but to recreate his obsession and make her even more submissive and obedient. The perfect servant.

During his search, only a few years ago, he came across a man who looked just like Alexi. Was this reincarnation at work? 

Fyodor wasn’t sure he believed in all of that. Still, he had the urge to kill the look-alike but he thought of an even bigger “fuck you” to Alexi. He instead made Nikolai his most devoted follower. His sidekick. His lover. Someone who would never betray him. 

Eventually, when Fyodor got his hands on the page from the book, he and Nikolai wrote Sigma into existence. There was one flaw of course: Sigma ended up being a man. Even so, Sigma was the perfect servant. He was so easily swayed. Fyodor was satisfied. 

Although, that all changed now. He was worried at the moment. He needed to keep both Nikolai and Sigma close to him. He had to ensure that the two would not run away together. 

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Back at the manor, Sigma was sleeping soundly. 

Nikolai on the other hand, never fell back asleep. He felt bad for making Sigma exhaust himself. Spending this time with him, was making him develop feelings. It was hard to explain, as these feelings were different from his for Fyodor. When he thought about Fyodor, he thought about stripping naked and letting the black haired man do whatever he wanted. When thought of Sigma… he just… thought of sweetness. Like a breath of spring air after a long winter. He wanted to do something nice… to say sorry.

Kissing Sigma gently on the forehead, Nikolai slid out of bed. He had an idea. 

A few hours later, Sigma woke up. It was already nightfall. He had slept the day away. 

He rolled over and was disappointed to find Nikolai was gone. 

After rubbing his eyes, he noticed a handwritten note on a piece of paper next to the bed. 

“Put on the outfit I left out and meet me downstairs for a special surprise. Love, Nikolai XOXO” 

Sigma blinked. A surprise? He got out of bed and glanced around the room. Laying on the chaise was a gorgeous red robe made of silk. It had feather trim around the collar, cuffs on the sleeves, and where it trailed on the floor in the back. A black lace thong was sitting casually on top. A pair of black stiletto heels that strap around the ankles were next to it, along with a long pearl necklace. 

(For the reader: Yes, this is one of those mysterious “I definitely didn’t kill my husband” black widow silk robes.)

Sigma blushed.

Before putting on such an outfit, he wanted to at least clean himself up. He took a quick shower, just to clean his body. He applied lotion, skin care, and brushed out his hair. Styling his fluffed out hair in a half-up, half-down hairstyle he started to dress himself. When he had the outfit on, he looked in the mirror. Wow. He wondered what was in-store for him this evening. 

Making his way down the stairs, he heard music coming from the living room. He entered the room and his eyes got wide. 

The large stone fireplace was roaring, heating the room. The coffee table normally next to the couches, was in front of the fireplace on the large white fur carpet. On top of the coffee table was a delicious looking meal: roast chicken, Brussel sprouts, garlic mashed potatoes, fresh baked bread. There were two stemmed crystal wine glasses and a bottle of dark red wine, which looked old and valuable.

The large record player cabinet in the corner of the room was playing soft jazz music. 

Nikolai had been hard at work. 

Speaking of which, Nikolai was standing in front of the fireplace. He was dressed in an old school red smoking jacket, with a black pocket square in the corner. Under the robe was a black button down and a red tie paired with black slacks. He had socks and slippers on his feet. His hair was pulled into an elegant ponytail. 

His dual colored eyes lit up when he saw Sigma enter the room in those heels. 

“What is all of this?” Sigma asked, dumbfounded. 

Nikolai glided over to him. “This is….a date. If you’ll have me.” He kissed Sigma’s hand. 

Sigma was blushing like crazy. 

“Do I really have a choice?” He joked with a fake sigh. 

Nikolai blinked. 

“I’m kidding. Jeez! Sometimes I can crack a joke.” Sigma said, withdrawing his hand and crossing his arms. 

Nikolai laughed. “Wowwwwww. Wowie, wow!” 

Sigma walked over to the fireplace. He had joked… but in reality he was so grateful for this display of affection. 

Nikolai followed him. 

Before the slender man could sit down on the floor, Nikolai grabbed a round floor cushion and placed it there. 

“Thank you.” Sigma said, sitting down facing the table and the fireplace. 

“But of course my dear.” Nikolai grabbed a cushion for himself and sat next to him. He used a wine cork to open the bottle of wine. 

A fruity and bitter aroma rose in the air briefly. 

Sigma watched as Nikolai poured the wine into the glasses. He handed one to Sigma and he took the other, holding it up for a toast. 

“I wanted to do something special for you so that you would understand how much your company has meant to me.” The clown stated.

Sigma let out a sigh. “You didn’t have to go all out for me.” 

Both men sipped their wine. 

It was incredible.

“Well, no one has ever taken you on a proper date before. I feel like you deserve that.” Nikolai told him. “ “And…. I wanted to apologize… for hurting your feelings.” 

“Idiot.” Sigma put his glass down. He grabbed Nikolai by the tie and kissed him.

Nikolai grinned into the kiss. “Careful…” He said after. “I want to take our time tonight.” 

Sigma’s entire face was red. What was this feeling in his chest?  Nodding his head quickly, he turned to the food as a distraction. Nikolai had pre-cut the roast chicken with a carving knife so it was easy enough to serve. He tried to serve it to both of them, but was stopped. 

“Allow me.” Nikolai said. 

“Wow, what a gentleman.” Sigma teased him, giggling. 

“For you my dear, I can certainly pretend to be.” Nikolai replied. 

Shaking his head, Sigma kissed the pale man’s cheek. “You are a gentleman. Thank you for this date.” 

It was Nikolai’s turn to blush. He tugged at the collar of his shirt. Was it getting hot in here? 

The two enjoyed the delicious meal thoroughly, and drank many glasses of wine. They drank to the point of both being a little tipsy. Once they were done, Nikolai stood up. He slid the table out of the way and offered an extended hand out to Sigma. Sigma accepted it and was pulled up onto his feet. 

“Let’s dance.” Nikolai said. 

“Oh… I don’t know if I know how to.” Sigma said, genuinely wondering if he could. “I’ve never tried to dance at all.” 

Nikolai chuckled. “Don’t worry this is just a casual dance, no ballroom skills required. Besides, I always lead, don’t I?” 

This night was going to be full of Sigma blushing. 

Nikolai held Sigma close and gently rocked him back and forth to the music. “I’ll go easy on you.” 

This close and intimate dancing under the influence of alcohol was making Sigma feel a certain way. 

“See now? Not so bad.” Nikolai said softly. 

Sigma looked directed into his eyes. “You make everything seem not so bad.” 

Again, Nikolai blushed. Sigma was just so cute! "I’m surprised you feel that way” 

“Why are you surprised?” Sigma asked. 

“A lot of people find clowns unsettling.” Nikolai said. 

“Well, I mean… I did find you unsettling at first.” Sigma admitted. 

Nikolai chuckled while they continued to dance.

“B-But that changed. Now when I’m with you… even when you annoy me… I feel safe.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai’s eyes were wide. He made someone feel safe? That… had never happened before. Ever. 

Their eyes met again. Both of their hearts were racing. 

“I-I um…” Sigma stuttered. 

“Hmmm?” Nikolai cocked his head. 

“I want to try more things with you.” Sigma said quietly. 

“Hmmm?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. He looked like a kid in the candy store, his eyes were practically glittering. 

“I’ll let you use the ropes.” Sigma said. 

“EEE~!” Nikolai dipped him suddenly. 

Sigma gasped. 

Nikolai pulled him back upward and kissed him briefly. Then he ran over to the couches. Sigma now noticed his cape was folded up on one of the couches. He stared at it. 

Nikolai whipped out the cape from its fold. “I used it to help bring in the food.” He noticed Sigma’s side eye.

Nikolai reached inside and pulled out a bundle of soft red BDSM ropes. He grabbed lube and then a knife. And what looked to be a soft flogger. 

“Woa now, hold on!” Sigma eyed the items. “What’s with the knife and the… other thingy !?” 

Nikolai chucked. He brought the items over to the carpet in front of the fireplace

“The knife is in case you get claustrophobic or uncomfortable while tied up. It’ll take me a while to get you out by untying, so it’s easier to cut the ropes off.” He explained, walking back towards Sigma with just the flogger in hand. “As for the flogger… it’s a soft leather one. It can be gently used to elevate your senses. It kind of tickles.” He rubbed it against Sigma’s hand. “See?” 

Sigma noted that it was very soft fabric, not meant to cause more than a sting if he was whipped with it. 

“Thoughts?” Nikolai asked.

“I…trust you.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai kissed him. “Good boy.” 

Goosebumps appeared on Sigma’a skin. 

“Now my dear.” He offered a hand. “Shall we?” 

Sigma nodded.

The two sat on the fluffy fur carpet together. 

Nikolai immediately jumped to touching Sigma’s body. He went for the legs first, obsessing over how he looked in those heels. Then his hands went under the robe further. He pulled at the side of Sigma’s thong, snapping it into place. 

Sigma bit his lip. He was getting hornier by the second. 

“You look stunning in red.” Nikolai said, his lips against Sigma’s neck.

Sigma whimpered. 

“I want you so bad.” Nikolai said, nipping ah his neck now. 

“D-Ditto.” Sigma replied. 

“Tell me how you want it.” Nikolai encouraged some dirty talk. 

Sigma was so flustered. “W-Well I…” 

“Yes?” Nikolai pushed him to continue. He tugged at the tie to Sigma’s robe. 

Sigma stuttered. “I-I…” 

Nikolai smiled. How cute. He kissed him. 

“Mmm…” Sigma moaned. He started leaning backwards. 

Nikolai stopped him. “Not so fast.” He panted. 

“Hmm?” Sigma cocked his head. 

“You wanna take that robe off before you lay down?” Nikolai asked, smirking. “Can you make it a little show?” 

Sigma realized he was asking for a little strip tease. Gulping, he decided to oblige. He stood up carefully in the heels. The fireplace roared behind him. Nikolai sat back and watched with a delighted look on his face as Sigma finished untying the robe and slowly slipped off the robe. He was standing in front of Nikolai wearing the black thong, heels, the pearl necklace, and the tear shaped diamond earrings. He turned to face the fire and very slowly pulled down the thong. 

Nikolai was biting his lip. Sigma looked so sexy doing this. 

The slender man turned back around. His cheeks were pink. 

“You are so gorgeous.” Nikolai said breathlessly.

Sigma smiled. He lowered himself to the ground and immediately kissed Nikolai. Their tongues melted together after just a few moments and Sigma laid back on the carpet. After kissing for a bit, Nikolai grabbed a round decorative pillow and put it behind Sigma’s head to make him comfortable. Then he reached for the red ropes. He pulled the pearl necklace over Sigma’s head and tossed it aside out of the way. Now all he had on were the heels, and those earrings glittering in the fire light. 

“I’m going to tie your arms to the front of you.” Nikolai explained. “It’s a good place to start that won’t overwhelm you… hopefully.” 

Sigma nodded. 

“The ropes are going to go, here…” Nikolai traced the spots on Sigma’s shoulders with his finger. “Here…” He traced the spots on each of his upper arms. “And here.” He traced the spots on his wrists. “They’ll be pinned close to your chest like you are saying a prayer.” 

Sigma nodded. He appreciated Nikolai walking him through this. 

Nikolai began to knot the ropes around him in the way he described. He carefully and skillfully completed the knots, tying Sigma’s wrists together in front of him, hugging his chest. He was growing increasingly hornier by the second from doing this. 

When he had finished, he stood up. “Your turn for a tease.” He stripped out of his smoking jacket. Then the button down, tossing the tie on the floor next to Sigma. He pulled down his pants and underwear. 

He was naked, erection exposed in front of his partner. 

Nikolai picked up the flogger and sat down beside Sigma once again. He started to kiss his body everywhere. His neck, his chest, his stomach, and lower groin. He brought the flogger up his chest and began to gentle rub it against Sigma’s smooth skin, causing goosebumps to appear.  Then he suddenly rolled Sigma onto his side. He traced down his spine with the flogger. More goosebumps appeared. 

"I'm going to spank you lightly, okay?" He asked.

Sigma nodded.

He pulled back his arm and SMACK! He brought the flogger down upon Sigma’s ass. 

Sigma whimpered. 

Nikolai studied his face. “How was that?” 

“A-Again.” Sigma said. 

Smirking, Nikolai traced his spine again and SMACK! He slapped his ass again with the soft flogger.

It stung a bit, but it didn’t hurt Sigma. He was biting his lip hard. 

Nikolai smacked him a few more times with it. When he was done, he was shaking from how horny he was. He grabbed the lube and prepped Sigma quickly. 

“You’ve been such a good boy.” He said. 

Laying on his side behind Sigma on the carpet, he pushed his dick inside him.

Sigma let out a loud moan. 

“P-Please.” 

Holding his partner’s body close, Nikolai thrusted into him in this new found position. 

Sigma’s tongue rolled out of his mouth, he gasped for air between moans. He stared into the flames of the roaring fireplace as Nikolai fucked him like this. 

Nikolai was moaning. He could barely stop himself from finishing already. He squeezed Sigma’s ass cheeks. Then his hands found their way to Sigma’s throat. He squeezed it lightly.

Sigma cried out. “Fuck…”  

Nikolai pulled out suddenly and rolled his partner onto his back. He shifted around and spread Sigma’s long legs, holding them apart. He re-entered him. Looking down at him, with his arms tied up he started to thrust hard, really giving it to him. Sigma looked like an adorable little rope bunny on the floor under him. 

Sigma’s heart was racing. Even though he was surprisingly enjoying this roughness with Nikolai… there was something he desperately wanted to do. 

“Cut the ropes.” He panted. 

“Hmmm?” Nikolai asked. “Are you okay?” He reached for the knife. 

Sigma nodded determinedly. “I want to be on top.” 

“OH!” Nikolai said with a grin. “Very well.” He ran the dull part of the knife against Sigma’s soft stomach. "I am glad you trusted me with that." He thrusted in one more time, then pulled out. He slid the knife under the ropes and hacked them loose. 

Now free, Sigma tackled Nikolai. Nikolai tossed the knife out of the way, and laughed. Sigma kissed him. He was very forward, pushing his tongue into the clown’s mouth and silencing his laughter while mounting him. He guided Nikolai’s dick inside him, whimpering during the process. 

Sitting up straight, hands on his partner's chest, he looked down at Nikolai. 

“Wow.” Nikolai panted. “You look pretty proud of yourse- HM!” His voice was cut off by a whimper. Sigma had started to bounce on top of him. “F-Fuck…” 

Sigma grinned. He confidently developed a rhythm, working his hips. His body was becoming covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

Nikolai was losing it. It felt so good.

Sigma tossed his head back and moaned.  “That’s it.” Holy shit. He was going to make himself cum. 

Nikolai was enjoying this show. 

Sigma leaned forward, he kissed Nikolai, his thrusts increased in speed. Their tongues meshed together. With a breathy moan against his partner’s lips, Sigma came. Nikolai took a hold of his hips at that moment and thrusted with him. He was going to absolutely lose it. His dual colored eyes rolled back and he came as well, pumping his fluids inside him. 

Both men laid on the floor for a good while afterwards, panting. 

“Where have you been hiding that superpower?” Nikolai laughed a breathy laugh. 

“Probably with the rest of my confidence.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai kissed the top of Sigma’s head. He chuckled. “Oh my.” 

Sigma sighed. "We have to clean all of this up, huh?” 

“Afraid so. We don’t know when Fyodor will be back exactly.” Nikolai told him. 

“Can we sleep in my room after?” Sigma asked. 

“Whatever you wish.” Nikolai told him, stroking his hair gently. “You have earned a prize of your choice.” 

“Oh? Is that right? Can I tie you up next time?” Sigma teased. 

“Mmm if you ride me like you just did, you can do whatever you want~” Nikolai said in a sexy voice. 

“I’m holding you to that.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai chuckled.

The two eventually got up and cleaned everything up. Exhausted after, they retired to Sigma’s room for the night. 

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A few days later, Fyodor returned to the manor. 

Being cautious, Nikolai had been keeping his cape nearby every night he slept in Sigma’s bed. He was really glad he did this. Had he not heard Fyodor humming to himself, and had he not had his cape nearby, he would have been caught sleeping with Sigma. 

It was pretty early one morning when he heard the faint humming of a familiar song paired with the sound of boots on the staircase. 

Shit. 

Nikolai quickly slid out of bed. He grabbed his cape. Before he opened a portal to his own room, he kissed Sigma on the cheek. Then he vanished. 

Sigma had slept soundly through that. 

The footsteps came to Sigma’s door. The doorknob turned and Fyodor entered the room, wearing his usual attire. 

Humming still, he sat on the bed next to Sigma. 

Sigma stirred in his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes.

“Well good morning, darling.” Fyodor said to him. 

Half asleep Sigma whined. “Come to bed, it's too early.” He said, thinking it was Nikolai.

“That’s very forward of you.” The Russian man replied. 

Sigma’s eyes opened wide. He knew that accent. 

Fyodor stared at him. 

Sigma had no choice but to roll with it. He reached for Fyodor’s arm, tugging at his sleeve. “You’ve been gone so long…” 

Fyodor chuckled. 

“It has only been a couple of days.” 

He stood up. “I will have to pass on getting into bed for now. I have some work to do in my library.” 

Sigma let out an internal sigh of relief. 

The night before he and Nikolai had done four rounds in a row. He wasn’t sure if he could go again that early in the morning. 

“I would like you to join me for dinner later.” Fyodor said. 

“Ah! Yes. I can cook again if you…” Sigma tried to say. 

“I am going to cook tonight.” Fyodor interrupted him. 

Sigma blinked. 

“Please, let Nikolai know.” Fyodor told him. 

Sigma nodded. 

“Now, I must go to my room. I will see you both later on.” He stood up. He turned to leave. “Wear something nice.” He said, his face was hard to read. 

Sigma nodded again. 

There was a strange vibe in the air. 

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When it was time for dinner, Sigma reported to the dining room. Nikolai and Fyodor were already there. Both of their eyes locked on Sigma as he entered the room. He was wearing a white pants suit with a tight fitted lavender colored turtleneck under it.  He had on pointed white heels. His hair was pulled into a low ponytail with a lavender colored silk bow. 

Nikolai bit his tongue. 

Sigma eyed the two. Fyodor was wearing a dark purple button down shirt with a white fur coat, and black slacks. He had on polished dress shoes and his hair was half up, half down in a bun at the back. Nikolai was wearing a white button down with ruffled on the front and on the sleeves. This was tucked into a pair of red slacks. He included his cape, and black pointed shoes. 

Sigma’s eyes shifted to the table. There was a roast, boiled small potatoes with onions, and buttered carrots. Three spots were set up: head of the table, where Fyodor sat, and the spots on either side. Clear glasses of red wine were also set up at each spot. 

“How lovely you look.” Fyodor said, sitting at the head of the table. 

Sigma’s throat felt dry for some reason. “Thank you.”

He sat down slowly at the seat next to Fyodor. On the right.

Nikolai was still standing. 

“Go ahead.” Fyodor told him. 

Nikolai cut into the roast beef. He then began to plate the food for all three of them. His eyes met Sigma’s. 

Sigma couldn’t read his expression. He became nervous. 

Once all three plates were full, he sat down to the left of Fyodor, across from Sigma. 

Fyodor began eating, without saying a word to the other two. 

Sigma’s eyes met Nikolai’s. The two began to eat as well. 

Fyodor reached for his glass of wine. Sigma went to do the same. Nikolai kicked him from under the table. The slender man’s pink eyes shifted up to him again. They stared at each other. 

Sigma pulled his hand away from the wine. He continued to eat, his throat was so dry now. There was something wrong with the wine. 

“You know.” Fyodor said, breaking the silence. “I think we need to have a toast, don’t you think?” He held up his wine glass. 

Sigma’s heart felt like it dropped in his chest. 

“Oh Dos-kun~ You know what red wine does to me~” Nikolai said flirtatiously. 

Fyodor nodded. “I’m aware.” 

There was a pause. 

"I don't drink!" Sigma said quickly. "Yep, I stopped drinking..." 

"One glass every once and awhile won't hurt darling." Fyodor replied.

“I see, what a naughty man you are.” Nikolai lifted his glass as well. 

Sigma had no choice. He lifted his glass. 

“A toast to comradery .” Fyodor said. 

The three men drank. 

“Now then.” Fyodor said, reaching into his coat. He pulled out a tablet device. He tapped the screen a few times, then he turned it to face the other two. “I’d like to get your opinion on something.” He tapped the screen and a video played. 

The dining room was filled with the sound of moans. 

Sigma’s face turned bright red. 

The video was him and Nikolai in the living room the other night. 

Fyodor stared at the two. “Question one: How long do you think these men have been sleeping together?” 

Sigma looked at Nikolai. Nikolai’s expression was hard to read. 

“Oh come on now.“ Fyodor taunted them. “Look at how comfortable they are with each other.” He zoomed in as Nikolai in the video rolled Sigma onto his back, thrusting into him. 

Neither of them said anything. They just stared at the table. 

“This is my favorite part.” Fyodor said. In the video, Nikolai was cutting the ropes off Sigma. “See it’s obvious they have been fucking for quite some time and often too!” He said in a cruel mocking tone. “Just look at the trust there when the knife came out!” 

Sigma gulped. 

“Look at this as well.” Fyodor said. Sigma mounted Nikolai in the video. “What a display.” 

Sigma closed his eyes. He noticed that… his head was feeling… funny. 

“Dos-kun…” Nikolai finally spoke. 

“Oh? Are you feeling it yet?” Fyodor asked. He clicked the tablet off. 

Sigma’s eyes darted to Fyodor’s. The Russian man was sneering. 

“Sigma!” Nikolai exclaimed. 

Sigma’s eyes shifted to Nikolai slowly, his eyelids were heavy. 

“Worry not.” Fyodor stood up. “I will not be killing either of you. So, have a niiiiice little nap.” 

Both Nikolai and Sigma collapsed face-forward on the table. They were knocked out cold.

Fyodor sighed. He cracked his neck. “What you seem to forget: is that you are mine.” 

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Sigma’s face felt fuzzy. He slowly opened his eyes, groaning. He felt… strangely comfortable. His eyes opened more.

He was laying on a bed, face down. This bed was familiar, it was Nikolai’s. He recognized the striped sheets. He was naked. He tried to roll over, but couldn’t. 

That’s because Nikolai was lying beside him, also naked. One arm was handcuffed to one of Sigma’s. 

Nikolai groaned, he was waking too. “Huh?” After a moment he too realized his predicament. 

“We’re…we’re…” Sigma tried to say. He felt like crying.

“Shh… it’s okay my dear, let’s just work together to roll over.” Nikolai comforted him. 

Sigma nodded. Nikolai had rolled on top of Sigma to get over him so they could both be on their backs to sit up. When they finally were able to, they both sat up and were greeted by the sight of Fyodor sitting in a chair, playing with a set of tiny metal keys. He was wearing his bathrobe. 

Sigma gasped. 

“Dos-kun.” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor smiled. 

“Don’t worry. I’ve done nothing to Sigma. Or you, although I think we both know who you are more concerned about.” 

“I-I…” Sigma stuttered. 

“Hush now darling.” Fyodor told him. “Ignore me. Give all your attention to my sweet Koyla. Just like you would behind my back.” 

Sigma gulped. 

Nikolai understood the situation. He turned to Sigma and began kissing his neck. 

“What are you doing?” Sigma asked. 

“He wants a show.” Nikolai told him, and he continued to kiss his neck. 

Fyodor leaned back in the chair. Sigma made eye contact with the Russian man, who just simply nodded.

Chapter 5

Notes:

Warning:
Contains a brief scene where a character experiences Sexual Harassment from an NPC (background character) in this Chapter

Sigma turned to Nikolai, who made eye contact with him. The clown’s calm expression helped him to relax a bit. 

Nikolai went for Sigma’s ear. “Just keep looking at me for now.” He whispered, nipping at the ear. 

The two kissed. 

Nikolai was already getting hard. The idea of Fyodor watching them made him hornier. He had to remind himself to be gentle with Sigma. 

Sigma used his free hand to cling onto Nikolai like his life depended on it. He was getting a little hard as well, but he was uneasy about this whole thing. 

“Oh come now.” Fyodor said. “Where’s that passion I saw?” 

“Ah welllllll” Nikolai said, chuckling. “I think the handcuffs are making Sigma a little nervous.” 

“That simply won’t do.” Fyodor stood up and crossed the room. 

Sigma’s face was red. Fyodor looked down at him. He leaned over the bed and uncuffed the men. “Go at it.” He said. Then he returned to his chair. 

Now with more room to move around, Sigma did relax a bit. Nikolai wasn’t letting up with the kisses, trying to distract him. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers as he kissed Sigma as passionately as he could. He tried to prep Sigma with his fingers, but found the slender man to be really clenched.

“Relax.” He told him. “Both of us have seen you in this position.” He said this against his lips. 

This was true. Sigma tried again to relax.

Nikolai used his now free hand to stroke Sigma’s dick, getting him to loosen up until he was able to slide his fingers inside.

Okay, this wasn’t so bad. Sigma’s face started to feel hot. 

Withdrawing his fingers, Nikolai lined himself up and pushed inside Sigma. He let out a deep moan. Fuck, he loved that Fyodor was watching this. 

Fyodor stared as Nikolai. The clown did not hold back. He thrusted into the slender man, holding his legs tightly. 

Sigma whimpered. He nearly forgot he was being watched. 

Nikolai, however, was looking right at Fyodor. The two made intense eye contact. “Dos-kun’s just going to watch the whole time?” He panted. “What a shame…”

Sigma tilted his head to glance at Fyodor. 

“What are you suggesting?” Fyodor asked. He knew the answer, of course, but he wanted to hear the clown say it.

“The more the merrier~” Nikolai said. 

“Hmm? AH~!” Sigma gasped as Nikolai shifted him to the end of the bed and began to thrust harder. His head was hanging off the edge, and he was looking at Fyodor upside down. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was a quite a sight before him. 

Fyodor had stripped out of his robe. He was standing at the edge of the bed, his dick was in Sigma’s face. 

Sigma gasped again.

“Come now Sigma.” Nikolai said. “Open your mouth like a good boy.” He was grinning. 

Sigma’s eyes shifted up to Fyodor’s face. He stared down at Sigma, his expression was hard to read. After gulping, he opened his mouth. 

Fyodor smirked slightly. He used a hand to guide the tip of his dick into Sigma’s mouth. Then he removed his hand and thrusted the rest in, as much as he could go. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide for a second. 

"It's okay. You're doing such a good job." Nikolai said in a breathy voice. 

Sigma let a beep breath come from his nostrils. He relaxed his mouth around Fyodor's shaft. That's when things got really heated. While Nikolai was on top of him, thrusting away, Fyodor was at the edge of the bed thrusting in and out of his mouth. 

“Fucking hell.” Nikolai moaned. He loved seeing Fyodor fuck Sigma’s mouth right in front of him. He was so happy to be included. 

Sigma moaned. This caused vibrations against Fyodor’s shaft. The Russian man let out a low moan. He bucked his hips hard, nearly making Sigma gag on his cock. 

“Roll him over.” Fyodor said, pulling out. He wanted to be rougher and he couldn’t from this position without causing Sigma to gag. 

Nikolai pulled out as well. 

Sigma gasped for air. There were tears in the corners of his eyes from choking. He sat up. 

“Are you alright?” Nikolai asked him, showing genuine concern. 

Before Sigma could reply, Fyodor grabbed him by the chin. “Your performance was excellent, but I am not ready to finish yet. I want you from another angle.” He reassured him. 

Sigma blushed and nodded. “Y-Yeah I-I’m fine.” 

“Roll him over.” Fyodor repeated, smirking. 

Nikolai obeyed. He flipped Sigma onto his stomach. The slender man arched his back. Nikolai took hold of Sigma’s ponytail and yanked it, tilting his head up. His pink eyes stared up at Fyodor. 

As the clown re-entered him from behind. Sigma opened his mouth with a big “ah.”  Fyodor pushed his dick into his open mouth. Sigma sucked down on the shaft. 

Nikolai gripped Sigma’s hips and started thrusting. At the same time, Fyodor thrusted in Sigma’s mouth. Both of them were going at it, facing each other as they did this. 

“Dos-kun…” Nikolai whined. 

“Hush. Fyodor leaned forward over top of Sigma and kissed the clown. 

Nikolai immediately pushed his tongue into Fyodor’s mouth and they kissed deeply. Nikolai pulled Sigma’s ponytail again, causing him to really moan loud against Fyodor’s cock in his mouth. 

“Fuck…” Fyodor said against Nikolai’s lips. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide, the Russian's dick was throbbing and his juices were spilling down the slender man’s throat. When he was completely done, he pulled out. Sigma gasped for air. 

Nikolai pulled out as well and laid on his back. “My dear, would you please do what you are ohhh so talented at?” 

After catching his breath, Sigma nodded. 

Fyodor sat down on the bed and watched as Sigma climbed on top of Nikolai. Originally, he was going to face the clown. However, he decided to switch it up. He mounted him in reverse. 

“Oh ho ho~!” Nikolai grabbed Sigma’s ass cheeks as he lowered himself onto his dick. 

Sigma stared at Fyodor while he did this. Fyodor stared back.

Once it was all inside him, Sigma rocked his hips until he bounced, which caused Nikolai to moan. 

Fyodor was already getting hard again. The eye contact alone was sensual enough.  

Nikolai had a big grin on his face. What a view. Sigma’s ponytail was bouncing around and it was looking oh so tempting. 

Sigma bit his lip and whimpered. 

Fyodor just kept staring. The eye contact was intense, yet his overall facial expression was hard to read. Was it determination in those pretty pink eyes? His dick was fully hard again. 

“Fuckkk!” Nikolai said laughing to himself. “Good boy Sigma~” 

Sigma whimpered louder. He bounced harder.

Nikolai’s face felt hot. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He grabbed Sigma’s ponytail and yanked it for a third time. 

Sigma cried out, moaning loudly. 

Nikolai lost it. He let go, shooting his load inside him. 

Fyodor allowed Nikolai to finish. However, once he seemed like he was done- the dark haired man sprung into action. 

Grabbing Sigma by his jaw, he kissed him hard. 

“Lay down, now.” He said after, very serious in the delivery of the command.

Gulping, Sigma got off of Nikolai, who looked like he was KO-ed. He was laying on his back, his abs glistened in sweat.

Sigma laid down next to him. He spread his legs, Nikolai’s warm fluid was half spilling out of him from behind. 

Fyodor climbed on top and thrusted in quickly, trying to preserve the extra lubricant inside.

Sigma yelped. 

Leaning forward and pulling the slender man close by wrapping his arms around his body, Fyodor started to thrust.

His thrusts were hard, powerful.

Sigma found that even though this was rough, the way Fyodor was holding him so close was making him feel at ease. His pretty face was getting hot, his cheeks were flushed. 

“My darling…” Fyodor said. “I can see you’re close.” Their eyes met. “You’ve done so well. Finish for me now.” He kissed him. 

Sigma moaned into the kiss. 

His eyes rolled. This was it. Sigma experienced his best orgasm yet. 

Fyodor grunted. Sigma was tightening around his cock as he came. He kissed him again and again and thrusted until he came too, for the second time that night. After he was done, he pulled out. He then laid on his back between the two men. 

All three of them were panting quietly to themselves. No one said a word for a long time, until Sigma rolled onto his side. He snuggled up to the side of Fyodor’s chest.

Fyodor smirked. “Come here sweet Koyla.” He said. 

Nikolai blushed. He rolled to his side as well and snuggled up to the other side of Fyodor’s chest. Now look at each other, Nikolai and Sigma sighed with content. 

“You are both my chess pieces.” Fyodor said. “I need you both .” He put his arms around them. “Sigma you are my queen. Faithful. You can move as you wish, as long as it’s to serve me.” He kissed the top of his head. “Koyla, you are my Bishop. Ever-loyal. Always putting yourself on the line. Sometimes considered the most useful piece on the chess board.” He kissed the top of his head next. 

There was a pause. 

“My chess pieces can play with each other as much as they wish, as long as they continue to serve me- the King.” Fyodor finished his monologue.

Sigma and Nikolai stared at each other from each side of Fyodor’s chest. Their eyes were wide. 

"Oh, and no more secrets." He added.

Slowly, a smile formed on Nikolai’s face. 

Sigma blushed. 

They had his permission. 

“Goodnight darlings.” Fyodor said. 

He had definitely exhausted himself. He was beginning to feel a little lightheaded, he may have pushed himself too hard. 

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The next day, Sigma woke up tangled in the two men. Damn. So, that had actually happened…

He winced as he wiggled his way out of the pile of limbs. His body ached. He got off of Nikolai’s bed and left the room. He returned to his own room where he rinsed off in the shower and took a good long bath. Soaking in the hot water helped with the aches. When he was clean, he got dressed. He put on a pair of light gray sweatpants, warm fuzzy socks, and oversized plush purple hooded sweatshirt. The hood had floppy bunny ears. He braided the long pieces of his hair. 

Then he went downstairs to clean up from dinner the night before and make breakfast. Humming to himself, he got the dining room looking spotless again. He threw away all of the food… as he had no idea what Fyodor put into what. He moved onto the kitchen after. When he was almost finished with the kitchen clean up, he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. 

Sigma jumped.

Nikolai had come downstairs and followed the sound of Sigma’s humming. 

“Mwah~.” He said, kissing Sigma on the cheek. 

“Jeez… way to scare me.” Sigma let out a sigh. His hand grazed Nikolai and that’s when he felt bare skin. He paused. “Nikolai are you… naked right now?” 

Nikolai giggled. 

“Perhaps.” He played with the bunny ears on Sigma’s sweatshirt.

Sigma blushed. 

“Really?” He asked, sighing again.

“What’s the harm? Now that Dos-kun approves~ I can kiss you while naked all I wantttt.” Nikolai kissed his jawline. 

This was true. 

“Fine, fine.” Sigma said. He turned around to face the clown. His face was red. “Kiss me properly then.” 

Nikolai squealed. He could eat him right up.

“With pleasure~” He pulled the hood up on his head and kissed Sigma.

Sigma’s heart leapt in his chest. He was really starting to… feel something for the white haired man. 

Their kissing continued and continued until Sigma felt that Nikolai was erect. 

“Jeez.” Sigma said again. “You really had to come down here naked…” He inhaled deeply, catching his breath. 

Nikolai booped him on the nose. 

“I’m enjoying my new freedom.” He said, twirling around in a circle. 

Sigma sighed. “Go put some clothes on. I don’t think I can take both of you jumping on me again right now… my body hurts.” 

“Ohhh but it doesn’t always have to be both of us~ You and I can still have some alone time.” The clown reached out and held Sigma’s hand. He kissed the top of it. “Although… Dos-Kun is absolutely adDICKting. Am I right?” 

Sigma pulled his hand away and crossed his arms. Then he rolled his eyes. 

This looked extra cute with the bunny hoodie.

Chuckling, Nikolai turned and left the room.

Sigma let out a small sigh. He was right though… He was thinking about it again already… that orgasm he had last night was too damn good.

He cleared his throat and went back to cleaning, he was getting really hungry and want to cook breakfast soon. 

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Nikolai returned upstairs, giggling to himself. 

He opened his bedroom door, Fyodor still seemed to be asleep. He was laying face down on the mattress, naked and half-covered by the comforter on his bed. 

Nikolai quietly closed the door. He stood there staring at the Russian man. Smiling to himself, he crept over to the bed and crawled back in. He slid over to Fyodor and snuggled up to him carefully. 

Fyodor mumbled. He stirred in his sleep. He slowly opened his purple-red eyes and turned his head. He was met with the sight of his clown companion smiling at him and snuggling close to him. 

“Morning Dos-kun~” He said cheerfully. 

Fyodor was frequently surprised by Nikolai. After last night… how could this man look so happy to see him? Was there no jealousy inside him... no anger?  He had drugged them both. Then he proceeded to fuck his lover in front of him. So how? 

Nikolai continued to smile. 

“Where’s Sigma?” Fyodor noticed the lack of the slender man in the bed. 

“He’s downstairs cleaning up from last night.” Nikolai replied. “And OH MAN does he look cute today~” 

There was a pause. 

“Are you angry Koyla?” Fyodor asked.

“Why would I be angry?” Nikolai asked.

“You care for Sigma. I know you do.” Fyodor said. 

Nikolai nodded. “Well yeah~! He’s extremely like-able.” 

“We created him to be that way.” Fyodor reminded him.

“So what? I can’t fall for him because I knew he’d be like-able?” Nikolai asked. 

He had a point. After all… the reason Fyodor was so angry was because he had hand crafted Sigma to be everything he wanted, and Nikolai had not only screwed up the gender, but he had also taken him. 

Fyodor appeared lost in thought. He rolled on to his back.

“Stop thinking so much Dos-kun.” Nikolai said. He snuggled even closer to the black haired man, now cuddling his chest. “I love you. That’s why I’m not angry.” 

“How can you say that?” Fyodor asked, running his hand through Nikolai’s long white locks.  He just… didn’t get it. Nikolai was crazy. He had to be crazy. No one could love him this much. He was delusional. 

Nikolai laughed carelessly. “You are my everything. How could I not say that?” He said after he finished laughing. 

“And what of Sigma?” Fyodor raised an eyebrow. 

“Can’t I have two everythings ?” Nikolai replied. 

There was a pause. 

“My love for you burns hot like a scorching summer’s day. My love for him is different. It’s like a breath of spring air.” Nikolai explained. “I love summer and spring. Who doesn’t enjoy them? The weather is nice during both seasons.” 

There was a pause. 

“I know you want him.” Nikolai said. “Yet…” He reached under the blanket. His hand came into contact with Fyodor's dick, which was half-hard. (He had woken up that way.) “But if I touch you here, I get a reaction out of you. So clearly, you want me too.” He wrapped his hand around the shaft. 

Fyodor tensed up for a moment, but as the clown started to stroke him… he relaxed. 

“You don’t need you to love me back.” Nikolai said. “You wanting me in this way… is enough.” He shifted his way down Fyodor’s body and under the blankets. 

Fyodor inhaled sharply as he felt Nikolai’s wet tongue come in contact with the tip of his dick. He pulled back the blanket to watch. 

“Can’t we all just want each other? You, me, and Sigma? All three of us? Like last night… I mean.” Nikolai asked in-between licks.

Fyodor pondered this. This suggestion- of more three way sexual experiences… wasn’t a bad one. Simply put: It meant he could keep them both close and loyal to him. It would take away from some of their alone time, which also may insure that the two do not progress their relationship with each other and conspire against him.

In the meantime, Nikolai was sucking his dick, taking more and more of the shaft down his throat.

“And what does Sigma think of all of this?” Fyodor asked. 

Panting, Nikolai released his cock with a popping sound. He stroked the shaft with his hand. “Sigma seems to be a fan of your cock. You should have seen his face when I brought it up~!” 

Fyodor smirked. He remembered when Sigma had rode him… and how much he seemed to get off to it. 

“Sigma has become a regular little sex bunny~!” Nikolai reached for the lube. 

“That, I am aware of.” Fyodor replied. “I have seen the videos.” 

Nikolai blinked. Then he smirked. “How many cameras did you set up?” 

Fyodor didn’t reply.

Chuckling, Nikolai handed the lube to him. Then, he moved off of him and positioned himself onto all fours. 

“No.” Fyodor said. He rolled Nikolai onto his back. 

“Ohhh?” Nikolai grinned. 

Fyodor leaned down and kissed the clown. 

Nikolai smiled into the kiss. When their lips parted, Fyodor squirted some lube onto his fingers. The white haired man bit his lip, and spread his legs. Smirking, Fyodor pushed two fingers inside him. He immediately started to finger him. 

“Fuck yes…” Nikolai said, panting. His face felt hot from the intrusion.

After a little bit of prepping, he withdrew his fingers and lined himself up to push inside him. He pushed in pretty quickly. 

“God~” Nikolai exclaimed. 

Fyodor grinned. To a man like Nikolai, this was the closest to god he’d ever get. He leaned forward, close to the clown and thrusted. 

Nikolai wrapped his arms around Fyodor. His nails dug into the man’s back. 

Fyodor grunted. Even after all of the things he had done to this man, he still stays by his side. And he was always a good fuck. He suddenly wrapped an arm around the pale man beneath him. He held Nikolai close, gently by the back of his head. His thrusts became slower but harder.

Nikolai’s eyes got wide. His face turned red. Fyodor hadn't held him close like this during sex in a very long time. 

Fyodor kissed him, causing Nikolai to whimper. The Russian man wondered if it could have been like this back then… if he wouldn’t have rejected Alexi? Would he have been as loyal? Could Fyodor have had them both all along? 

“Mmm…” Nikolai’s white eyelashes fluttered. This felt so good.

Fyodor felt Nikolai clamping down around his dick. And then he felt the rush of warm fluids against his torso. He moaned. Closing his eyes, he burst- letting it out inside the clown. 

This was absolute bliss for Nikolai. 

Completely finished, Fyodor pulled out. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted again. 

Nikolai, on the other hand, sprung up and out of bed. “Wowie~” 

Fyodor sighed. That was a lot after last night. 

“I’m reallyyyy hungry now.” Nikolai changed the subject. “Sigma is cooking breakfast I think. Want me to bring you up something?” 

“I would appreciate it.” Fyodor responded. 

Nikolai put on his bathrobe and slippers. “You got it~!” He walked towards the door. "Love you!" 

“Koyla…” Fyodor said. 

“Hm?” Nikolai swirled around to face him.

“Never mind…” The dark haired man spoke softly. 

Nikolai smiled. He left a lump in his throat. He nodded and left the room. Putting on a brave face, Nikolai made his way downstairs. As he got closer to the kitchen, he began to smell the bacon. He cheered up a bit and walked in.

Sigma was finishing off plating the breakfast he had prepared: pancakes, sweet potato hash browns, and thick cut bacon. Three plates were piled high with the delicious looking food.

The smell was enough to make Nikolai drool. 

Sigma turned around and saw him standing there, he jumped. 

Nikolai laughed. “Someone is so jumpy today~” 

He walked up to the slender man.

Sigma sighed and rolled his eyes. “Took you a long time to put on that .”

Nikolai hugged him. 

“You are so sweaty… oh my… were you guys…” Sigma blushed, his voice trailed off. 

Nikolai picked up a plate of food, smiling. 

“I wanna eat with you, but Dos-kun is a little out for the count now. So, I’m going to bring him some food.” He kissed Sigma on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He winked.

Sigma handed him a fork. Then he was left alone in the kitchen. He shook his head. He had to get used to that… to this. The situation he was in was not your average situation. Being shared, sharing… he had to let this all soak in. It was lucky he didn’t consider himself to be the jealous type.

Nikolai returned quickly. “Ugh this food smelled soooo good!! It was hard not to eat Dos-kun’s plate on my way upstairs!” 

“Well, there’s plenty. So eat up.” Sigma gave him a plate of food and a fork. 

The two ate an enjoyable breakfast together. 

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Fyodor stayed in bed for a decent amount of the day. Meanwhile, Sigma and Nikolai went about their morning and afternoon as they normally did. Nikolai took a shower, then they read books together and tended to the garden. They had sandwiches for lunch and afterwards they went to spend some time kissing and cuddling on the couch in front of the fireplace in the living room while listening to music. 

Fyodor emerged from Nikolai’s room in the evening. Freshly showered and wearing his warm bathrobe he came downstairs and into the living room, following the music. 

Nikolai was laying back on the couch with Sigma on top of him, snuggling up to his chest. He had the bunny hood pulled up over his head. 

“Come onnn Sigma-Chan~!” Nikolai sounded like he was begging. 

“I’m not going to wear a playboy bunny outfit.” Sigma replied, pouting. "It sounds despicable." 

“Your ass would look soooo good though… not to mention the fishnet stockings! Ohhh~ the fishnets~!” Nikolai said, drooling. 

Fyodor cleared his throat. 

Sigma became stiff for a moment then he relaxed. The two turned their attention to him in the doorway. 

“Dos-kun~!” Nikolai grinned. 

“I, for one, think you would look wonderful in an outfit like that darling Sigma.” Fyodor said, entering the room. "Not despicable at all."

Sigma blushed. 

“See?” Nikolai chuckled. “Told you~” 

Fyodor sat down on the couch next to them. “I was thinking about going out to the city tonight.” 

Nikolai blinked. “Just yourself?” 

“I was thinking- all three of us.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma and Nikolai eyes shifted to each other.  

“Is this a date Dos-kun?” Nikolai asked. "Like a three-way date?" 

“Something like that.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma and Nikolai blushed a bit. 

“We’ll have a bit of a drive.” Fyodor stood up. “So we should all go upstairs and get ready now.” 

Sigma sat up, sliding off of Nikolai. “Where are we going? Just so I know what to wear.” 

“Dinner first and then, there’s a particular billiards hall and bar that Koyla and I have visited in the past.” Fyodor explained. 

“WOO~! Twisted Sister!” Nikolai clapped his hands. He was excited to hear the billiards hall mentioned. 

“Casual but nice attire will suit the scenario just fine.” Fyodor told Sigma. 

Sigma nodded. He had never been out around a city like that before. He was excited and he was nervous at the same time. But… it would be good to get out of the house.

The three went upstairs and promptly got changed. 

Fyodor put on a black button down shirt that had striking metallic buttons. This was paired with black leather pants, and his lace up boots. His hair was pulled into a small bun at the back of his head with his bangs dangling in the front.

Nikolai changed into a red and white striped short sleeved button down, half tucking it into a pair of baggy black cargo pants that had large pockets. He added a chunky black leather belt, attaching a silver chain to it. He wore combat boots on his feet. His hair was brushed out and pulled into a low sitting ponytail. 

Sigma, on the other hand, wore a tight/fitted black turtleneck. He tucked the shirt into a pair of white boot cut jeans and added an unbuttoned white vest over top. He added a silver hoop belt, his long pearl necklace and a pair of pointed white heels with white lace socks. His hair was half up, half down with a cute messy bun in the back. This showed off his stunning earrings.

They were a gorgeous trio. 

Nikolai was the first downstairs. While waiting, he went out to the garden and picked a white wild flower. 

When Sigma walked down, Nikolai’s eyes sparkled. The slender man noticed his stare and blushed. The clown cleared his throat. He presented the white flower to Sigma. 

Sigma took it. “Thank you. You’re sweet.” He said. No thorns on this one.

Nikolai smiled. “No my dear, you are sweet.” 

Sigma giggled. 

“Oh! I have an idea.” Nikolai said. “May I?” He gestured to the flower.” 

Sigma nodded and handed it back. 

Nikolai walked behind Sigma and secured the flower to the bun in his hair. “There.” 

Sigma glanced in the small round mirror hanging on the wall at the bottom of the steps. “How pretty.” 

“Yes, you are.” Nikolai pulled him in for a quick kiss. 

They were joined by Fyodor moments later. 

“Wow~” Nikolai said, looking at the Russian man’s outfit. “So sexy Dos-kun~!”

Fyodor’s eyes were locked on Sigma though. “I suppose I do look good in black.”  

Sigma nodded. “I-It suits you.” 

Fyodor cracked a small smirk.

They left the manor after their exchange and Fyodor drove to the nearby city while Sigma and Nikolai sat in the backseat.

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They arrived at a classy looking restaurant. It had sleek windows and tall black lanterns on the outside. A purple sign said “Fig Tree.” 

This was a Turkish restaurant with cozy, intimate seating. The three men enjoyed sharable portions of delicious foods like Mercimek Kofte, slow cooked Lamb Kebab, Gozleme, and Baklava. 

When they ate their fill, they departed from the restaurant and headed out to Twisted Sister, a place Fyodor and Nikolai were more than familiar with. Compared to the restaurant they ate at, the billiards hall and bar was a little… rougher on the outside. There were a lot of people smoking cigarettes and even cigars outside along the blacked-out windows. A small neon pink sign hung above the blacked-out glass door which was flickering the words “Twisted Sister.” A poster of a very overly sexualized nun shushing was plastered on the door as well. 

Sigma was surprised by the shift in tone of the date, but Nikolai seemed so excited that he tried to put any anxiety aside. 

Fyodor parked the car in an alleyway behind the bar and the three got out and walked down the conjoining alleyway. As they made their way down the alley, they passed a group of large men who immediately eyed Sigma up and down while grinning. The slender man was completely oblivious to their stares. However, Fyodor and Nikolai were not. Frowning, Fyodor put an arm around Sigma’s waist and pulled him close. Sigma blushed at the forwardness in a public setting. 

“Oh man, I could really use a drink.” Nikolai said, gritting his teeth a bit. 

Sigma didn’t get it. 

They three entered the bar, and Sigma felt the need to squint. It was darker inside than outside where there were at least street lamps. After a moment, his eyes adjusted. To the left were rows of billiards tables with dimly lit lamps that almost looked like recycled church chandeliers hanging above. To the right was a pretty large wooden bar area with a stained glass background. In the corner next to the bar, there were four long church pews facing each other where people were seated. Next to the sitting area, was a doorway to a second room where music was playing. 

Nikolai led the way to the bar area. Fyodor followed, his arm still holding onto Sigma’s waist. As they got closer to the bar, Sigma noticed the bartenders were dressed in scandalous nun and priest outfits. Nikolai walked up to the counter, unphased, greeting the blonde haired curvy female bartender like he knew her. “Well Hello~” 

The woman blushed. 

“Oi! Hi there. Haven’t been back in awhile. Are you skipping out on me?” She had a thick city British accent. 

“Oh no no my dear Sara, I could neverrrrr~!” Nikolai said, flirting in an over-the-top manner. “Boss has just been sooo busy.” 

The bartender named Sara eyed Fyodor and Sigma. “I can see that.” She grinned. 

Sigma blushed 

“Look love, we could really use some shots right now.” The clown leaned over the bar.  “Boss is totally trying to impress someone tonight. So maybe something sweet?”  He touched her hand. 

The blonde bartender named Sara rolled her eyes. “I don’t see why anyone would 'ave the hots for that cold man while you are around.” 

Nikolai chuckled. “Some of these innocent types like a mysterious man.” 

Sara scoffed at that remark. She got work making them double shots. “That one does look pretty innocent, unlike myself.” She said, referring to Sigma. “Better keep an eye on ‘em.” 

“Oh don’t worry, you know how I can get.” He grinned a sharp grin. 

Sara sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Try to stay out of fights tonight alright?” 

Nikolai laughed. “I’ll do my best~” He stuck out his tongue. 

Sara placed three large shot glasses onto a small metal tray with handles. She poured a purple colored mixture out of her shaker. “Done. Something sweet and pretty for the pretty one.” She slid the tray over to Nikolai and leaned in close. “On the house.” 

“Why thank you Sister Sara~!” Nikolai winked. 

“It’s nothin. Always had a sweet spot for ya.” She said, smiling a genuine smile.

Nikolai smirked. He gave her a polite bow and took the tray. He turned around to Sigma and Fyodor bringing them the tray. “Here we go gentlemen.” 

Fyodor eyed the purple substance. 

“Something sweet.” Nikolai smirked. 

Sigma took one off the tray. Fyodor followed suit. Nikolai took his and reached behind him to put the tray onto the counter. He raised his shot up. “Down the hatchet~!” 

All three men knocked back the shots. 

It was far too sweet for Fyodor, who made a face. Sigma, enjoyed it though. He felt an instant rush to his head. 

“Mmm.” Nikolai licked his lips. “Tasty, I think I could go for another.”

“I shall pass. Instead, I will secure a table.” Fyodor said. He removed his arm from Sigma’s waist. “Stay here with Nikolai.” He instructed.

Sigma nodded. 

Nikolai turned back to the bar to get seconds. 

As Fyodor walked towards the billiards tables, Sigma glanced around the place again. He wondered what was in the next room. 

“Curious little rabbit.” Nikolai said, coming up behind Sigma. 

The slender man jumped. Nikolai giggled and kissed him on the cheek. 

“I am so glad we are here with you~” He handed Sigma the next round. 

“Jeez…” Sigma huffed. 

The two of them downed the double shots again. 

“Ah. You know…” Nikolai made his way around Sigma’s body to the front of him, dropping the empty shot glasses off on the way. “If we keep this up…I have no idea how I’m going to control myself on the car ride back.” 

Sigma’s cheeks were red from alcohol. 

“Oh hush…” He gripped onto Nikolai’s shirt. Their eyes met, which caused Nikolai to blush. 

“Actually, I don’t know if I can control myself right now.” Nikolai said leaning in. 

“I don’t k-know if this is the place to be making out.” Sigma said nervously, glancing around. 

Nikolai grabbed him by the hand. 

“Maybe not~” He pulled Sigma along towards the second room. 

Sigma’s pink orbs lit up at the sight of the next room. 

There were tall metal lights flashing purple and green in the corners of this room. On the ceiling there were strings of purple Christmas lights dangling, lighting up the room between the flashes. A dance floor was in the center and a band was playing rock and roll music. (Readers absolutely insert Mary on a Cross by Ghost here.) In one corner was a doorway leading to a hallway marked with a neon sign that read “Restrooms.” Along the furthest wall, were mock confessional booths made of wood and black fabric. 

It sort of reminded him of the run-down casino a bit, minus all the religious stuff. 

Laughing to himself, Nikolai led Sigma to the wall of confessionals. He opened one and yanked Sigma instead. 

It was pretty dark inside, with just a fake candle sconce on the wall lighting up the space that had been laid out as a small private sitting room, with two benches. Each bench could only fit one person, so it was obvious these things were meant for two.  

“Nikolai what-mmm!” Sigma was silenced with Nikolai kissing him hard on the mouth. 

Damnit… the kiss was good.

Nikolai greeted Sigma’s tongue with his own and the slender man whimpered. 

Maybe they could keep kissing… just for a little while. 

It wasn’t long before Fyodor managed to secure a billiard table. He cleaned up from the person before him and carefully reset the table. When he was done, he noticed Sigma and Nikolai had disappeared from the bar area. Knowing Nikolai, he figured they had gone into a confessional, as they had done before together. So, he waited. Anyone who tried to persuade him to give up the table, stopped when they realized he was a regular.

Eventually, the two emerged from the second room. Sigma looked absolutely dazed and flustered. Nikolai was grinning ear-to-ear. Fyodor gritted his teeth. After a moment, he relaxed again. He reminded himself: He needed them both. 

“Dos-kun!” Nikolai greeted him and approached, dragging Sigma with him. “I was just showing Sigma-chan the second room.” 

“Of course you were.” Fyodor handed him a cue stick. 

Nikolai blinked. A challenge? 

“Shall we play now?” Fyodor asked. 

Nikolai’s grin twitched. “Oh? Are we playing for a prize~?” 

Fyodor chuckled. “We’ll discuss the winner’s prize elsewhere .” 

Nikolai joined in the chuckling. 

“Oh boy…” Sigma sighed. 

“Best two out of three?” Nikolai asked. 

“Sigma, my darling…” Fyodor nodded and gestured to Sigma, who moved closer to him. “You’ll break for us.” 

Sigma nodded, facing the pool table, he expected to be given a cue stick. However, instead of that, Fyodor wrapped his arms around Sigma. He bent the pretty man over the table. 

“Oh!” Sigma gasped. 

From behind, the Russian man guided Sigma into the position to shoot the cue stick, sliding the smooth stick into his hands. Some of the men around them were staring. Blushing, Sigma shot, sending the cue ball flying. He managed to knock one stripe and one solid ball in. 

“My pick of the litter.” Fyodor backed off, smugly. “I’ll choose solid.” 

“Stripes for me~” Nikolai sneered. “Now, my turn~!” 

Sigma moved out of the way, and Nikolai took over. He shot and knocked one of Fyodor’s balls in. So he shot again, missing the second time. Both Fyodor and Nikolai went back and forth with their pool game, as both were excellent at it in their own ways. During their battle, Sigma realized he really had to use the bathroom. It was a combo of all that build up, no release earlier and those sugary shots of alcohol. 

Not wanting to interrupt their games, Sigma slipped away and headed for the second room. Once inside again, he made his way towards the bathrooms. The hallway with the neon sign above the doorway was longer than it looked. It curved off to the left and right. To the left was an unmarked door, it appeared be a maintenance closet. Then to the right, there were four doors marked with a bathroom symbol: two men’s and two women’s. 

Sigma knocked on the first one and turned the knob, no luck. The next door was a woman’s restrooom, but it opened. He really had to pee at that point, so he went in. It was just a single stall with a small sink. When he finished, he felt relieved. 

He stepped out and noticed that the once empty hallway… had a man standing in it. 

Sigma nearly jumped. The man was buff and taller than he was. He gulped. The man was just… standing there. Sigma would have to pass him to get out of the hall. Clenching his fists, he moved towards the man to walk down the hall. 

“Oi.” The man spoke now that Sigma was close to him. “You’re a pretty lass, aren’t ya?”

Sigma realized he had stepped out of the women’s restroom… and he dressed very feminine.

“Oh um… I’m not…” Sigma tried to say. 

However, the man stood blocking the path. 

“I saw you with the clown earlier. You’ve got a lot of guts to be going anywhere alone with that maniac.” He chuckled. "And Fyodor's even worse. Had his hands all over you. Even bent you over the pool table." He groaned at the thought.

“Excuse me.” Sigma was now walking right past the man. 

The man gripped Sigma’s left wrist. In one swift movement, he pinned the Sigma to the wall. The man was behind him, leaning very close to Sigma’s body. “Why don’t you and I go into one of the confessionals for a bit, eh?” 

“N-No thanks.” Sigma squirmed. 

The man leaned up against Sigma. He took a deep breath, smelling his hair, and then- CLICK. 

Both men heard a clicking sound. They turned their attention towards the source. 

Nikolai stood there beside them, with his cape on. He had stashed the cape in his pants pockets, folded up nicely. He was now holding a gun. The clicking sound was him getting ready to shoot. 

The man who was holding Sigma backed off a bit. 

“That’ll be too loud.” Fyodor’s voice came from behind Nikolai. He walked around the clown. He hushed Sigma as he walked straight up to the large man and touched his bare arm. 

Sigma saw red. As in blood red. 

The man who had been pinning him to the wall- collapsed in a puddle of blood.

He was dead.

Chapter 6

Sigma was stunned. He fell to the ground in shock and terror, skinning his knees on the concrete and bleeding onto his white pants. 

“Now.” Fyodor said to Nikolai with a pant.  

Sigma saw gold and he felt that warmth again, which was now oddly familiar to him.

In a rush of gold light, the three were pulled and wrapped up in Nikolai’s cape. Then they emerged outside, right near the parked car. Nikolai pulled Sigma into the back seat of the car. Fyodor hopped into the driver’s seat and they took off. Nikolai was careful to buckle Sigma's seatbelt, who was still in shock.

“Dos-kun was right about the gun. Would have been too noisyyyy~” Nikolai said cackling. 

“Yes, also traceable.” Fyodor replied. "My finger prints are not." 

“Oops~ You’re totes right about that too!” Nikolai stuck out his tongue playfully. 

“He just killed him.” Sigma spoke eventually, breaking his silence. "With his bare hand." 

“Oooo yeah. Well, we couldn’t let him touch our Sigma all disgusting like that and get away with it~” He put his arm around Sigma. 

“How did you….” Sigma’s voice trailed off. 

“Dos-kun can kill with his bare hands, its part of his ability.” Nikolai whispered. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide. He thought of all those times their bare skin touched. Could Sigma have been murdered so easily at any moment? Was that Fyodor’s ability exactly?  Up until that point Sigma assumed that Fyodor had some sort of intelligence ability, but no… he was not only calculated by nature, he had a physical ability… right?  And Nikolai had a gun! He had a gun! Then there was the knife back at the house he had used to cut the ropes off Sigma... There were so many thoughts rushing through his head. Who the hell were these men really? 

“You look ill!” Nikolai exclaimed. He reached into his cape and pulled out a bottle of water. “Here my dear.” He offered it to Sigma. 

Sigma’s hand was shaking when he took the water. He carefully sipped some. 

“Even though it would have been loud…” Nikolai said. “I reallyyyy wanted to blow that guy’s brains out~” 

Sigma choked on the water. He coughed. 

“Are you alright Sigma-chan?” Nikolai asked, smiling in an eerie way. 

“So… you both actually have…” Sigma paused. He thought about the manor and the funds Fyodor seemed to have. The connections- no passports at the airport, the horses he had acquired on loan. Setting up cameras in the manor… Even having something like a page that can write things into reality… Fyodor and Nikolai must be criminals of some sort. He knew Fyodor seemed morally gray but… “Y-You both kill people?” Sigma stuttered. He felt so light-headed. 

“Sometimes.” Fyodor replied. 

“I honestly wish we could do it more often.” Nikolai said, cheerfully. “It really gets my blood pumping~” 

Sigma closed his eyes. He felt so sick hearing Nikolai, who had been so soft with him, saying that. 

“Sigma?” Fyodor asked in an overly calm voice. “Are you okay, darling?” 

The fragile man gulped. He began feeling really weak. 

“Oh, shit… he doesn’t look good, Fyodor.” Nikolai said seriously. 

Fyodor responded, but Sigma couldn’t hear it. In fact, he stopped hearing anything. He slumped over against Nikolai, passing out. 

“Oh dear…” Nikolai said. “I think we traumatized him…I sort of forgot he was the most sane out of us.” 

“Hmm.” Fyodor hummed. “I wouldn’t say Sigma is completely sane…” 

“Let’s hope not… or else this isn’t going to go over too well when he wakes up.” Nikolai sighed. 

There was a pause. 

“I just couldn’t stand to see that man touching our Sigma like that.” Nikolai said in a fiery tone.

“I agree.” Fyodor replied. 

There was another pause. 

“Soooo are we gonna discuss the prize from our billiards match now or….” Nikolai’s voice trailed off. 

“I think that’s going to be a discussion for later.” Fyodor said. “For now, we’ll have to discuss a plan for when he wakes up…”

Nikolai giggled to himself. He had won the billiards game. 

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Sigma awoke with a start. He was in his bedroom, tucked under the blankets in his bed. He was wearing his most comfortable pair of pajamas. His hair was neatly braided in two braids. He blinked a few times and sat up. Was it all a dream? A nightmare? He felt his knees stinging. They were stinging because he had skinned them. 

Sigma quickly rolled up the legs of his pants. He had bandages on both knees. He skinned them because he fell. He fell because a man died in front of him. No, a man was killed in front of him. He sat there reliving it. He felt tears streaming down his face. It was scary. He was frightened, and the sad part was... he longed for comfort from Nikolai…At the same time, Nikolai was partly why he was scared. Both him and Fyodor were killers and seemed to be the kind that killed regularly.  

Sigma’s racing heart felt conflicted. 

There was a sudden knock on his bedroom door. It caused him to jump. He stared at the door as the door knob slowly turned. 

Nikolai opened the door, holding a tray with Sigma’s breakfast on it. “Morning~!” Fyodor walked in the room behind Nikolai, closing the door. 

Sigma just blinked. Nikolai had brought him food like that so often… it seemed so normal. Yet… it wasn’t normal today. 

Nikolai walked to the bed and put the tray down on the end table. Fyodor, at the same time, walked around to the other side of the bed. They both looked at each other and then sat down- sandwiching Sigma in between them. 

Fyodor reached a hand out towards Sigma’s chin, causing him to flinch. Noticing this, he reached out and touched Nikolai’s face instead, showing it was alright. Sigma froze. He watched Fyodor’s hand go towards his face again. He closed his eyes and felt the gentle touch of Fyodor tilting his head by his chin.

He wasn’t dead. 

He slowly opened his pink eyes again. He was facing Fyodor. 

“You were created to be mine, Sigma.” The Russian man said, staring into his eyes. 

“We need you.” Nikolai whispered into Sigma’s ear, causing the good kind of goose-bumps. 

Sigma had nowhere else to go.

“See? Fyodor said after he noticed Sigma’s pause. "You know this is your home now." 

Home? Sigma's heart raced at the word. 

“You’ll get used to the violence after a little while my dear.” Nikolai said. 

“N-No… I don’t think I will.” Sigma replied. 

“Then I’ll help you to adapt.” Fyodor grabbed his lower jaw and brought the slender man’s face close to his. “You’ll have the next kill. When an opportunity comes along, and it will soon, you will be the one to kill the target.” 

Sigma’s eyes got wide. 

Nikolai chuckled. “You can’t be serious Dos-kun~” 

Fyodor stared at Sigma, studying every detail on his pretty face. “I am.” 

Sigma was sweating. 

Fyodor was touching him… he could kill him instantly right now if he said no. 

Nikolai looked concerned. He wasn’t so sure what was going to happen here…

“F-Fine.” Sigma said quietly. 

Fyodor smirked. He planted a kiss on Sigma’s forehead. 

“Good choice darling.” He backed off.  

Sigma crawled to the end of the bed and got off it. “I am going to take a bath now.” He said, dismissing himself. 

“Oh no… his breakfast…” Nikolai said meekly. 

“Come on Koyla. Fyodor gestured to the door. “You know what they say about a scared rabbit: when they are cornered… they always make a dart for it… even if it leads to a more dangerous scenario.” 

Nikolai nodded. He oddly remained quiet, and followed Fyodor out of the room. 

Meanwhile, Sigma was stripping off his clothes as tears streamed down his face in the bathroom. When he was completely naked, he turned on the shower and walked up to the mirror. He stared into the mirror while he unbraided his hair and brushed it out. Sniffling, he let out a sigh. 

How the hell was he going to kill someone? He didn’t have an ability that could directly harm someone’s physical well-being. So what was he going to have to do?

He walked over to the shower and stepped into the shower. There, he cried again and even felt nauseous. When he was clean, he ran the water for his bath. He couldn’t cry anymore. He solemnly added lavender bubble bath and jasmine bath salts. Then, he pulled his hair up into a messy bun to keep it out of the water. He turned off the water and stepped into the steamy tub. He sighed. 

Right as Sigma began to relax, there was a flash of light. Nikolai appeared in the bathroom next to the tub.  

“Are you serious?” The slender man groaned and sunk further into the water. 

“I came to check on you.” Nikolai said, a look of genuine concern on his face.

Sigma sighed. “Did you have to do it while I was in the tub ?” 

“Ah well…” Nikolai chuckled. “I uh… didn’t want Fyodor to hear.” 

Their eyes met. 

“Your hair looks cute like that~” Nikolai added he knelt down next to the tub so he could be eye-level with Sigma. 

“Don’t compliment me right now, I am confused enough.” Sigma crossed his arms and closed his eyes. “A-And I’m scared.” He lowered his voice.  "I trusted you." His pink eyes opened, tears were in the corners of them.

Nikolai's heart broke at the word trusted and the sad look Sigma's face. “You looked scared with that big man on top of you, pinning you to the wall. Who knows what he would have done to you. And… you looked scared just now of… Fyodor.” 

Their eyes locked on each other again. 

"Right now you do not look scared." Nikolai said. "You just look sad." 

Sigma shook his head. "How do you know how I feel?" 

"I think... I know because I feel the same way about you." Nikolai admitted. He got pretty close to Sigma and whispered. “I’ll do the kill for you.” 

Sigma stared at him. “You mean it?”

Nikolai nodded. “I don’t know what he’s planning for the kill , but once we know… we will come up with our own plan.” He told him as he stood up and prepared to leave. “So, don’t be scared Sigma-chan~” He lifted his cape. "And you can still trust me."

"W-Wait!” Sigma said suddenly, his heart was racing. 

“Hmm?” Nikolai cocked his head. 

“Stay.” Sigma told him. 

“You want me to watch you bathe?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. 

“No dummy! I want you to get in with me!” Sigma replied, pouting. His cheeks were flushed. 

“I know~” Nikolai giggled. “I just wanted to hear you say it~” 

Sigma sighed a very exasperated sigh. “Just get in… before I change my mind.” 

“Yes, sir.” Nikolai clapped. He stripped himself naked, leaving the cape near the tub, just in case. 

Sigma moved forward and Nikolai slid in the tub behind him. His long lanky legs were framing Sigma’s body. His  arms were wrapped around his torso like he was hugging him from behind. Sigma leaned back against Nikolai's chest and relaxed to the sound of his heartbeat. 

Maybe he could trust Nikolai, but he  wasn’t so sure about Fyodor…

“Do you feel safer now?” Nikolai asked him. “Even with this psychotic clown~?” 

“I probably shouldn’t, especially when you word it that way…” Sigma paused. “B-But I feel safer with you looking after me.” 

The clown kissed the side of Sigma’s cheek. "I'll take care of you."

They cuddled for a little while in the warm tub. As the water grew colder, Sigma realized that they would have to get out eventually. He didn’t want to though… he wanted to stay in that clawfoot tub with Nikolai for an eternity, just as they were in that moment. Wanting to relish in this safe space they created, The slender man wriggled his way out of Nikolai’s arms. 

“Getting cold, huh?” Nikolai chuckled. 

Sigma turned around in the tub and faced Nikolai, who blushed at the look on his face. “I’m a little cold.” He leaned forward towards the clown, closing the space between them. Their eyes locked on each other. “Warm me up.” 

Goosebumps appeared all over Nikolai’s body and they were not from the water getting cold. If a man could be instantly hard, in a comical way- that was him in that moment. “Ohhh man~” He hooted. 

Sigma shushed him. 

“Sorry!” Nikolai whispered. “I just like when we get alone time~ like in the confessionals...” 

Sigma’s face turned red. “I know what you mean.” He said in a whisper back. He bit his lip and batted his eyelashes. 

Nikolai leaned in and kissed him, grinning into the kiss. “It’s sexier when it’s secretive.” He moved down to Sigma’s neck.  

The slender man rolled his eyes. 

“Mmhmm” Nikolai chuckled. “You’re so cute when you roll your eyes at me~” 

Sigma looked at him. It was so odd that this man who was cuddling him in the tub, and calling him “cute”… had a gun pointed at a man’s head the night before. 

Nikolai kissed him. Their lips melted together and Sigma let out a moan. Sigma straddled Nikolai. The clown grinned as he was pushed back against the tub. His arm reached outside of the tub for his cape. He pulled out a little tube of lubricant. Sigma snatched it. While making eye contact he prepped by fingering himself. Nikolai watched with a smile on his face. Sigma then lowered himself onto his very hard cock. He gripped the clown’s shoulders while doing so. 

(Readers: If you want to play an absolute banger right now, After Dark by Mr. Kitty would be perfect.)

Nikolai let out a low moan. He looked at Sigma with absolute adoration as the pretty man rocked his hips. Only Sigma could appear this ethereal as he rode his partner while sitting in a clawfoot tub full of Luke-warm water. His hair was cascading out of the messy bun on top of his head. 

Nikolai would remember this moment for a long time. He felt rather funny. Different than he ever had before.  “You are everything.” He said.

Sigma paused, he stopped rocking his hips. 

“I thought Dos-kun felt like everything, because he’s the only one who can accept and understand my violent tendencies. Yet… you also feel like everything… in a slightly different way.” Nikolai spoke in a sincere tone. “I guess… you bring out the best in me. I feel less like a bird in a cage when I am with you." 

The two looked at each other. 

“Sorry… I just… feel kind of funny .” Nikolai said, flustered. 

Sigma said lustfully. “I feel funny too.” 

They kissed. Sigma started up the rocking again. As they deepened their kiss, he picked up the pace until he was bouncing. 

The tub was getting a little cramped. 

Noticing this, Nikolai wrapped his arms around Sigma’s torso. “Hold on to me.” He said with a pant. Then he lifted Sigma up with ease. The slender man wrapped his legs around Nikolai. Cupping his partner’s ass, Nikolai stepped out of the tub and quickly made his way to the nearby wall. He held Sigma, leaning him against the wall and thrusted. 

Sigma hugged his partner tightly, he couldn’t stop the moans from coming out of his mouth. He had no idea how loud he was being. Nikolai kissed him, muffling the moans. The pastel colored strands of hair were still falling out of his messy bun. His fingernails dug into Nikolai’s back.

“Fuck…” Nikolai said breathlessly with a grin. He was finishing. Even so, he continued to thrust through his orgasm until his knees went weak. 

Sigma whimpered. 

Gripping him tightly, Nikolai carried him into the bedroom. He pulled out and put him down on the bed he crawled onto the bed next to him, eye level with his dick. Licking his lips, Nikolai gulped down his length. He sucked it and used his tongue to play with the tip. Sigma had to cover his mouth with a hand to stifle his moans. His other hand was tangled in the top of Nikolai’s hair. 

After only a few moments, Sigma finished as well. Nikolai swallowed and then licked the tip clean. He grinned. 

Sigma was panting. “Jeez. Help me up.” He extended his arm. 

Nikolai pulled him so that he was sitting upright. 

“Thanks.” Sigma stood up. He walked towards the bathroom on shaky legs to clean himself up. 

Nikolai followed behind him to get his clothes. 

There were a few moments of silence. The silence made thoughts flood Sigma’s brain. Those thoughts lead to doubt.  As Sigma was brushing his hair, he spoke quietly. “If I don’t do what you guys want… will one of you kill me?” 

Half-dressed Nikolai paused. He blinked. 

“I think my offering to lie to Dos-kun, and kill someone for you… should be enough to tell you where I stand when it comes to harming you.” He actually looked a bit hurt as he said this. “I also wasn’t lying… when I said you are my everything.” 

Sigma put the brush down. He gripped the sink; he was shaking. “I’m sorry. That situation at the billiards hall reminded me of my past...” 

Nikolai walked over to him and patted him on the back. "I can kill those men too. If you want me to." 

Sigma's eyes were wide. 

Nikolai kissed his neck, right near his ear. “I’m going to look after you, I’m going to care for you.” 

Sigma let go of the sink. He nodded, sniffling a bit. 

Nikolai rubbed his back gently. “I told ya~ don’t be scared Sigma-chan~” He hugged him from behind. 

After the hug, Sigma turned around and hugged him properly. 

“I should go.” Nikolai said after a moment. “I’m supposed to be giving you space.” 

“Does that mean I have to sleep alone later?” Sigma asked. 

“Dos-kun would be really pleased if you came to bed with both of us.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma gave him a look. 

“I’ll sleep in the middle, if that makes you feel better.” The white haired man added.

Sigma spoke after a moment of thinking. “It would look good to act normal, huh? Like I’m less scared.” 

Nikolai nodded. “Being a little extra seductive wouldn’t hurt either. He’s really attracted to you.” 

“I don’t think I can seduce people so easily…” Sigma said, a bit flustered by the suggestion. 

Nikolai gave him a look. "You’ve seduced me plenty of times now.” 

“Fine. So I can do it…” Sigma admitted with an annoyed sigh. “But it’s easier with you!” 

Nikolai chuckled.

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Later that night,  after staying holed up in his room for the “act”, Sigma put on a fresh set of pajamas. They were a long sleeve shirt and pants set, light blue in color with tiny daisies on them. He braided his hair to the side and even added a pretty blue satin ribbon to the end. He did his skincare routine, put on his slippers, and went downstairs.

He made his way towards Fyodor’s bedroom. When he reached the door. He took a deep breath in and knocked. 

After a moment or so, the door opened. 

Fyodor was on the other side, wearing his black robe. He seemed slightly out of breath. “Ah, darling.” He grinned at the sight of Sigma standing in the hall. 

“I.. didn’t want to sleep alone.” Sigma said meekly. It took a lot within him, but he made eye contact with the Russian man. He tried his best to seem unafraid. 

Fyodor reached out for Sigma’s hand. 

Sigma bit the inside of his cheek to avoid flinching when Fyodor’s hand touched his. Deep reddish purple eyes studied the slender man’s reaction. 

“Sigma-chan~!” Nikolai called out from inside the room. 

Hearing the clown's voice helped Sigma to relax. 

“Come in.” Fyodor said, holding Sigma’s hand and leading him to the bed. 

The fireplace was roaring and the room looked inviting. Inviting to those who had no idea who these dangerous men were…that is.

Nikolai was sitting on the middle part of the bed in his white pajamas that had tiny red hearts on them. His white hair was down and a bit messy. 

Fyodor released Sigma’s hand. The pretty pastel colored-coded man made his way around the bed to the side Nikolai was on. There, he sat down. 

“Hmmm.” The Russian man sat on the other side of Nikolai. “Shall we?” 

“Mmmhmm~” Nikolai nodded quickly. 

Fyodor and Nikolai started kissing. Sigma was more surprised than he should have been. Ah, so that’s why he was out of breath…

He watched them, kind of awkwardly. 

“D-Dos-kun…” Nikolai whimpered as Fyodor went down on his neck. 

He was kissing it and sucking on it. His eyes flashed open and locked on Sigma as he created hickeys on Nikolai’s neck. Sigma blushed. Fyodor dug his teeth into Nikolai’s skin, causing him to moan. Then he withdrew himself. He wiped his mouth while staring at Sigma. 

Nikolai sighed happily. “Dos-kun’s kisses~” 

Sigma broke his eye contact with Fyodor and inched closer to Nikolai. 

Fyodor noticed this. Still a little unsure, huh? What will you do? He watched closely.

Sigma exchanged glances with Nikolai. “Don’t leave me out.” He said. 

Fyodor raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

Sigma inched closer to them both. “I appreciate you both… for saving me.” He batted his eyelashes. 

Nikolai bit his lip. His heart was racing. 

Sigma held his breath. He leaned over towards Fyodor. Closing his eyes, he kissed him. The Russian man smiled into the kiss. He brought a hand up to Sigma’s cheek and kissed him harder. 

For a second, Sigma forgot the situation he was in. He just felt Fyodor’s lips. He felt the warmth and softness of his lips. The taste… He moaned. 

“My turn, my turn!” Nikolai’s voice rang out, bringing Sigma back to reality.

Fyodor pulled back from the kiss and Nikolai went in for one. Sigma immediately relaxed again to his familiar touch. Nikolai wrapped an arm around Sigma and pulled him closer. With that gesture, he was sending a message to his partner. He was telling Sigma that he was going to protect him. 

The fragile man, who was nervous as hell walking into the room, gripped onto Nikolai’s pajama top. He kissed him harder, until he couldn’t breathe. 

Fyodor watched on.

There was a small flair of jealousy. However, he was impressed that Sigma had come down here on his own. “I think we should call it a night.” He spoke when the kissing began to get more heated. There was no need to overwhelm Sigma. 

“Awww mannnn.” Nikolai pouted. 

“Come now.” Fyodor pulled back the blankets. “You and I can rendezvous tomorrow, Koyla.” 

The three slipped under the blankets. 

Fyodor was on the left side, Nikolai in the middle, and Sigma on the other side. The slender man had cuddled up to Nikolai, wanting to stay close to him. 

Fyodor yawned. “Good night to my angels.” He said.

Nikolai smirked. “Your angels huh? Goodnight~” 

“N-Night. Sigma stuttered. He was still a bit nervous about sleeping in the same room as a man who could kill with a single touch of his bare skin. He closed his eyes and held onto Nikolai. 

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The next day, Sigma awoke with a start. He had a bad dream where he was pointing a gun at someone… but he couldn’t remember who. He jolted himself awake from it. Blinking, he noticed he was in Fyodor’s room. He was reminded then of- everything. 

He sat up and glanced around. Nikolai was sitting on the bed beside him, reading a book entitled “Birdcage.” He continued to look around, more quickly. Fyodor was nowhere in sight. 

“Morning~” Nikolai said cheerfully.

“M-Morning.” Sigma replied.

“That was quite a wake up, are you okay?” The clown put down his book.

“Oh… I’m… yeah.” Sigma nodded.

Nikolai stared at him. 

“Okay… I had a bad dream.” The slender man admitted, rubbing his eyes. “Where is Fyodor?” 

“Oh, he’s at work.” Nikolai replied. 

“He left?” Sigma asked. 

“He’s working from home~” Nikolai told him. 

“Hmm?” Sigma was confused.

Nikolai slid out of bed. “Follow me, it's time you see this.” He reached out towards Sigma. 

Sigma carefully got out of bed. He followed Nikolai into Fyodor’s office.

Nikolai approached one of the bookshelves. He stopped at a faded blue book with a gold Angel wing design on the spine. He pulled it. All of the sudden one of the bookshelves opened up like a door. There was darkness on the other side. 

Sigma followed Nikolai into the doorway. He stumbled into him in the dark, and clung onto his arm. Squinting, he noticed they were in a tunnel with a ramp. His eyes adjusted. The walls and floors of this tunnel were concrete. 

Nikolai walked with confidence downward. 

At the end of the tunnel, they came to a thick, bullet-proof metal door. Outside of the door was a camera pointing down. 

“Dos-kun~!” Nikolai waved up at the camera. “Sigma-Chan is awake~” 

The metal door opened, sliding to the left. Light streamed into the tunnel. Sigma blinked a few times, blinded by the light.

Nikolai led him into a secret room that looked a lot like an underground bunker. It was decently sized. 

There was a small kitchen area with an electric stove, a freezer, and shelves full of canned goods, water jugs, and bags of dried fruit. Hanging above the stove top was a rack with pots/pan, bowls, a container of silverware, and a tea kettle. A medium-sized round plastic and metal table was set up with chairs around it. Next to the kitchen area was a bedroom area with a large bed. The bed was covered with many blankets and pillows. Next to that, a couch area with a radio.  

And on the other side of that… was something very strange. 

There was a wall of screens. Across the screens, was an odd-looking logo that had a purple mouse… or rat on it, smiling. A long desk with four additional monitors, hooked up to two different PCs. There were built-in filing cabinets. Two blue computer chairs were parked at the desk 

Fyodor was sitting in the one on the left, with a headset on. He was still in his black bathrobe.  He turned around, taking the headset off. 

“Ah, good morning Darling.” He said, standing up. He held a hand out. “Come.” 

Sigma knew he didn’t have much of a choice. He let go of Nikolai and moved towards Fyodor, taking his hand. He pulled Sigma toward him. “Just when I needed a break.” He wrapped his arms around the slender man’s body. “I’d like to go on a walk with you.” 

Sigma blinked as Fyodor released him. 

“We’re going to the garden.” Fyodor told Nikolai. “Would you mind making tea?” He slid his arm around one of Sigma’s to lead him out of the bunker. 

Sigma went along with him, even though he was nervous. 

Fyodor hummed a slightly eerie tune as they made their way out of the manor and into the back garden. “So, how are you feeling today, darling?” He asked him. 

“Much better.” Sigma replied. Keeping it short and sweet. 

“Hm.” Fyodor seemed to be studying him. “I was surprised you joined us in bed last night.” 

They made their way through the flowers and towards woods behind the manor. 

“It really is hard to sleep alone now.” Sigma told him. This was truthful. It was less comfortable now… being alone. 

Into the tree line they went. 

“That is understandable…” Suddenly Fyodor pinned Sigma to a tree. "For someone in your circumstance.” 

Sigma gasped. 

“Are you afraid?” Fyodor asked. He leaned in close to Sigma, pushing his weight against him. “I mean, I could end your life so easily. Right?” 

“N-No… you couldn’t.” Sigma replied. 

“Oh? How do you figure that? Especially after seeing what my bare flesh can do?”  Fyodor whispered in his ear. 

“I’m yours .” Sigma said, lowering his voice. 

Fyodor’s eyes locked on his. 

Sigma batted his long eyelashes, flashing a look that had an air of innocence. He titled his head back. “You created me, and you protected me.” 

Fyodor stared at him. Leaning against the tree like that…He felt a ball of heat building up in his chest. He smirked. 

This Sigma- was the only one he’d have… even if he was a man. He thought of Lady Isabel and how long it took to make something that resembled her. He needed to enjoy it, while it lasted. 

At that moment, Fyodor, who was usually calm, couldn’t control himself. His lips crashed against Sigma’s. He was kissing him passionately against the tree. The kiss took Sigma’s breath away. He forgot who he was kissing. He kissed him back, with all of his might.

Fyodor suddenly pulled back. He had put too much into that kiss and now had a problem…

Sigma was blushing. 

Fyodor sighed. This lust he had for Sigma was too powerful. 

“Hmm?” Sigma cocked his head, noticing his change in expression.

Fyodor’s eyes were dark looking. He grabbed Sigma’s wrist and brought it to his crotch. "You are right, you are mine. That excites me." The slender man’s finger immediately felt the bulge in his robe. "I have waited so long... for you." 

“What about Nikolai?” Sigma asked nervously. 

“I can go again later.” Fyodor assured him. He let go of Sigma’s wrist and began to untie his bathrobe. 

“W-Wait!!!” Sigma blushed, withdrawing his hand and covering his face. “Can we really do something like this out here in the open?” His face was bright red under his hands.

“In the open?” Fyodor asked. “Look around, we are surrounded by trees.”

Sigma knew they were in the middle of the countryside. No one would see them. Still, this was shameless. 

Fyodor exposed himself. Sigma’s eyes locked on his boner. The Russian man moved in close again. He brought a hand up to Sigma’s face, he ran his fingers against his lips. Sigma was mesmerized. He couldn’t explain it, and he knew it wasn’t right. His instincts were screaming: run rabbit, run. Yet, he really wanted Fyodor in that moment.

Fyodor’s hand moved up to the top of Sigma’s head. He pressed down, guiding Sigma to his knees. 

Now eye-level with Fyodor’s cock, the pretty man gulped. 

“The only thing that has changed between us…is now you are more aware of the type of man I am… ” Fyodor touched Sigma’s cheek and brought his fingers over to his lips again. He gently pushed two fingers inside Sigma’s warm mouth.

These fingers could kill him.

"Does that make you hate me?" Fyodor asked.

Sigma paused. He slowly shook his head. No, it didn't.

Fyodor pulled them out, which made a popping sound. Making eye contact, he pushed the tip of his dick near his mouth. Sigma opened up. He allowed Fyodor to push inside, filling his mouth with his length. He closed his eyes and began sucking. 

Fyodor let out a sigh. This couldn’t have gone better…

Sigma whimpered. He had to be cautious taking Fyodor’s entire length or he would choke. He was careful to regulate his breathing and he took breaks to focus on the sensitive tip. 

Fyodor rubbed the top of Sigma’s head. “Good girl.” 

Sigma blushed. Good girl? 

“Lick the tip a little more with your soft tongue.” Fyodor instructed him. 

With his heart pounding in his chest, Sigma obeyed.

“That’s it.” Fyodor ran his hand through the slender man’s pastel locks, which were falling out of the braid they were in. "You are perfect."

Sigma couldn’t handle all that praise… he was getting turned on now. 

“Darling…” The Russian man’s hand went down to the end of the braid. Suddenly, he tugged at the hair. 

Sigma choked. His eyes were wide open. 

Fyodor gave him but a moment to breathe, then he started to thrust into his partner’s mouth, gripping his hair tightly like a set of reins. Sigma moaned and Fyodor grunted. Sigma closed his eyes. He sucked down and focused on his breathing again, meanwhile his partner relentlessly used his mouth to get off. Just as it started to feel like it was too much, Sigma felt the warm rush of Fyodor finishing. The dark haired man’s touch became gentle and he rubbed the top of Sigma’s head as he let it all out. Sigma gulped it down until there was nothing left. 

Fyodor pulled out of his mouth and watched the slender man gasp for air. When his breathing leveled out, he cupped his face, guiding him upright. Then Sigma stood in front of Fyodor, who was still holding his face. 

“You’ve gotten so skilled at that.” He complimented him. 

“I don’t know about skilled, b-but I’ve done it enough times that I suppose I’ve gotten used to it.” Sigma replied, blushing.

“What an interesting thing to say.” Fyodor smirked. “The same will apply to killing. You’ll do it enough and then become skilled at it, or used to it, as you said.” 

Sigma’s eyes shifted towards the ground. 

Fyodor observed this. “Shall we have tea? Or perhaps you’d like me to help you finish?” He asked. 

Sigma didn’t really feel like getting it on in the woods now. In fact, he was starting to feel uneasy. 

“I’d be too nervous to expose myself out here.” Sigma said. “And you said earlier you’d be able to go again later.” He used Fyodor’s words against him this time. 

“Hm.” Fyodor chuckled. “That’s a funny way to say you want to wait for Nikolai to join us.” 

Sigma blushed. Nikolai had been on the back of his mind. 

Fyodor suddenly pressed Sigma against the tree again. “Do not forget: Nikolai is a killer, just as much as I am. He was ready to kill that man too.” He kissed Sigma briefly. 

“I haven’t forgotten.” Sigma panted. “You would both kill for me.” 

Fyodor’s eyes widened for a moment. He grinned and backed off. 

Sigma let out a long exhale. 

“It’s time for tea.” The dark haired man started to walk out of the woods. 

Sigma followed behind him. 

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Nikolai could tell something was off as they all enjoyed tea together in the kitchen. This was further confirmed when Sigma dismissed himself after tea, and went upstairs to his own room to read. He was left alone with Fyodor. 

“Koyla.” Fyodor said, breaking the silence. 

“Hmm?” Nikolai looked up from cleaning the tea cups. 

“Shall we rendezvous?” Fyodor asked. 

Blinking, Nikolai grinned. He stopped what he was doing and he followed Fyodor to his bedroom. Once behind closed doors, Fyodor grabbed Nikolai’s wrists and pinned him against the door with his arms above his head. 

Nikolai giggled. “You know you’re shorter than me~ I’m crouching right now~” 

Fyodor’s hands moved to Nikolai’s throat. 

The clown coughed. 

Fyodor stared at him. “When I let go, I’d like a full update. I have the time to hear it now.” 

Nikolai nodded ever-so-slightly. Fyodor released his neck and he gasped for air. 

After a moment, he burst out laughing. This caused the dark haired man to sigh. 

“Sorry~!” Nikolai apologized, sticking out his tongue. “You know I love being choked by you Dos-kun~! And you were trying to act sooo scary~” 

Fyodor rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, okay~ Moving on!” Nikolai clapped. “Sigma fully trusts me~ Yes~! I’ve done what you asked.” 

“Elaborate.” Fyodor replied. 

“He thinks I’ll do the kill for him.” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor paused. “And he was fully convinced you would do this?” 

Nikolai nodded. 

Fyodor was surprised how much Sigma trusted Nikolai… He didn't like that.

“Well then… it’ll be your life at risk.” Fyodor said. 

“Oh?” Nikolai smiled. 

“If you were going to be killed and only Sigma could save you…I wonder what he would do?” Fyodor asked in an imitating voice. “Worst case scenario, he freezes up and you die. Unless of course, you create your own back up plan to escape.” 

Nikolai blinked. “You think Sigma would save me?” 

“You already know the answer.” Fyodor turned away from him and walked away from the door. “You’ve given him security. A man like him longs for security. Now, I can use that false safety to manipulate him easier. Afterall, I have to keep my darling dress up doll in line.” 

Nikolai felt his heart pang for a moment. 

“You’ve done well.” Fyodor turned around. “I acknowledge you obeying my order of no-more secrets.” He held his arms open. “Come here.” 

Nikolai hesitated, but then he moved in and hugged him. “Dos-kun…” 

“Go check on him.” Fyodor said. “I know it’s what you want to do.” He let go. “However, do control yourself. I’d prefer to have you both tonight.” 

Nikolai paused and then he nodded. He turned to leave the room. 

“Oh and...” Fyodor called after him. “I’m glad you realize how important it is that Sigma gets used to killing. If he doesn’t, he’ll end up betraying us in the end. If he betrays us, you know I’ll have to kill him.” 

“I…” Nikolai’s voice trailed off for a moment. “Yes, I understand.” He left. 

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Later on, the three of them retired to Nikolai’s bedroom for the night. Sigma agreed to join, because he didn’t want to sleep without Nikolai. Fyodor chose this room over his own because he had some ideas of what they could do in that room.

When they crawled into bed, Nikolai started kissing Sigma. 

“N-Nikolai…” Sigma said between kisses, worried about what Fyodor was thinking. 

Fyodor was simply watching. This was part of the plan. Nikolai was good at making Sigma feel safe. 

“Oh, Dos-kun can have a turn next, right ?” Nikolai teased him, biting Sigma’s neck and sucking down on the skin to leave his mark. 

Sigma nodded. 

Nikolai let up on kissing him and Fyodor moved on top of the slender man.

Sigma’s pink eyes locked on his purple-red ones. He smiled and went down on Sigma’s neck on the opposite side, causing his own mark. 

Sigma whimpered. 

Fyodor kissed his lips after, and deepened the kiss quickly. His tongue pushed against Sigma’s, stealing his breath. 

“Dos-kun!” Nikolai pouted.

Fyodor stopped kissing Sigma, but remained on top of him as he kissed Nikolai. Nikolai squealed after the kiss. 

“Nikolai!” Sigma blurted out. He wanted him to kiss him again.

His face turned red and so did Nikolai’s. The clown hovered over Sigma and kissed him again in front of Fyodor. 

Fyodor watched them kiss again. “Shall we play a little game?” He asked suddenly. 

“A game?” Sigma asked, as Nikolai kissed his face in various places. 

“Oh~!” Nikolai clapped his hands at the idea. “You know I loveee bedtime games~! Come on, let’s play~!” 

Sigma thought for a moment. 

Nikolai was there so… what was the worst that could happen?  Besides… this sort of game… intrigued him a bit.

Chapter 7

A few moments later, Sigma found himself in a compromising position. “Can you explain why you’ve tied me up and put a blind fold on me?” He asked with an air of annoyance in his voice. 

Fyodor used some of Nikolai’s ropes to tie Sigma’s hands together in front of him as he laid on his back in nothing but a light blue thong. Then he put a soft black blindfold on Sigma’s head to cover his eyes. “It’s necessary for the game.” He said. 

Nikolai just giggled. “You look so good like that~”

Sigma sighed. He regretted his decision to play. 

Fyodor began to explain the game. “Nikolai and I will take turns with you. You’re blindfolded, so you won’t know who is on top of you. Your hands are tied to prevent you from touching our features to figure it out and spoil the surprise. In the end, one of us will make you climax. You will make an intelligent guess at which one of us succeeded.” 

Sigma listened to his words. He sighed. “Is this some sort of jealousy thing? This sounds like a competition of who will pleasure me the most.” 

Nikolai clicked his tongue. 

"Darling…” Fyodor leaned close to Sigma’s blindfolded face. “You both belong to me, remember?” He said into his ear. “Besides… I don’t get jealous.” 

Nikolai studied Fyodor’s face. Yeah riiiight…

The clown knew damn well that he was the most accepting of the whole sharing aspect of this three way relationship. He knew that Fyodor wanted Sigma to himself, but accepted sharing in order to keep both of them close. He wasn’t trying to be cocky, but he was certain now that Sigma wanted him emotionally way more than he wanted Fyodor.  Nikolai also realized at this point that he had grown attached to Sigma. He was in love with Fyodor, but couldn’t lose Sigma now. Fyodor’s overall plan… seemed to make sense. This “game” was a bonus. 

Sigma paused. He had goosebumps from thinking about this kind of game . “Well then…” His face was turning red. “I guess it’s fine.” Nikolai was here, and he was safe.

Nikolai squealed at both his naivety and acceptance. 

“Hm.” Fyodor grinned. He moved down Sigma’s ear. “I will adore watching you crumble before me.” 

Sigma was definitely blushing now.  Woa. He had not expected that.  He felt kisses on his neck. “Why me?” He found himself whimpering. He was feeling hot all of the sudden. Yet his body was still covered in goosebumps.

“Because I said so.” Fyodor said in a deep voice. 

Sigma could feel his breath against his neck as he spoke.

“Because Fyodor said so, you belong to us. ” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor rolled his eyes. 

“Jeez.” Sigma was getting really aroused by the dialogue alone. 

“I think we need to show our darling Sigma how much he needs us.” Fyodor said.

Sigma locked onto those words. Damn. If only he hadn’t seen Fyodor kill someone, then maybe it would be different. 

The date they all shared was so pleasant at first…but now, every time Fyodor touched him, he was terrified he would just snap and kill him. Obviously… Fyodor could tell. Sigma was running out of chances to get back on his good side. He realized… he would have to somehow look past what had happened and try to give Fyodor another chance. This was his only home...

Luckily, even if Sigma’s mind was unsure… his body was one hundred percent sure that he wanted Fyodor. His erection was painfully obvious under the thong he had on. Suddenly, he felt both of them on top of him. 

Nikolai had taken up kissing his neck. Meanwhile Fyodor was working on removing his thong. 

So far, Sigma couldn’t tell who was doing what. His heart was racing. He felt the sensation of his thong being pulled off his body. Kisses were planted on his hips after. At the same time, whoever was going ham on his neck, was not only kissing him but also nipping at the soft skin. Combined it created the sensation of being kissed all over. Sigma found himself holding his breath. Then it stopped. He could hear shifting on the bed. 

Nikolai moved down towards Sigma’s groin and Fyodor moved up to his face. 

Sigma felt tongue on the tip of his now painfully erect dick. This caused him to gasp loudly. Before he could catch his breath, lips crashed against his own.

Fyodor cupped Sigma’s face and kissed him passionately. He grinned as Sigma’s tongue poked against his lips, as if it were asking permission to enter. How cute. Greeting his tongue with his own, they kissed deeply. At the same time, Nikolai went down on him, sucking his dick in a gluttonous way, pushing the tip of Sigma’s dick all of the way to the back of his throat. 

Sigma’s whimpers were immediately silenced by Fyodor’s lips. When he was finished with kissing him, Fyodor pulled back and crawled over to the end table beside his bed. He got the tube of lubricate and brought it over to where Nikolai was. With the absence of his lips, Sigma’s whimpers could be heard. Nikolai looked up at the dark haired man as he sucked Sigma’s dick just a little longer, enjoying the sounds he was making. 

Fyodor watched him closely. He found it oddly satisfying. 

When Sigma started shaking, Nikolai didn’t pull back. He gave Fyodor a very specific look, and the Russian nodded. 

“Fuck…”. Sigma exclaimed. He wasn’t going to be able to stop himself from finishing. 

Fyodor leaned down and kissed Sigma again as Nikolai finished him off. Sigma’s entire body felt hot as he came. Nikolai gulped down every last drop that came out of his partner. When his dick stopped throbbing, Nikolai released it from his mouth with a popping sound. Fyodor pulled back from kissing Sigma. Nikolai stared at him as he wiped his chin. He crawled over next to him. To the Russian man’s surprise, he kissed him. 

Fyodor kissed him back.  He could taste Sigma. 

After the kiss, Nikolai started to giggle. “That was a good practice round, don’t you think Dos-kun?” 

“I’d say so.” Fyodor nodded.

“P-Practice round?” Sigma panted. 

“Oh, but of course.” Fyodor said. “To allow us to test your skills.” 

Sigma gulped. 

“Sooo, who did what? Go ahead and guess~” The clown encouraged him. 

“Let’s see if you’re cut out for this game.” Fyodor said, a smug expression on his face. 

“Okay, okay…” Sigma thought for a moment. “I believe it was Nikolai… d-down below.” He said.

“How do you figure?” Fyodor asked. 

“Well Nikolai gets so carried away all the time… if that makes sense.” Sigma explained. “You have more control, Fyodor.”

Nikolai giggled his high-pitched giggle. 

“Hm.” Fyodor noted this. “Ah well, you were correct.” 

“You totes guessed right my dear.” Nikolai agreed with a nod. 

Sigma let out a small sigh of relief. 

“Our Sigma is very clever Dos-kun.” Nikolai turned to the black haired man. 

“Of course he is.” Fyodor replied. He stared at Nikolai for a moment. Then he moved in closer and touched his face. This caused the clown to blush. He kissed Nikolai. Nikolai could sense exactly what Fyodor wanted from that kiss. Call it crazy, but he just knew. He nodded after. 

Fyodor smirked, knowing Nikolai knew.  So it really was worth keeping Nikolai around. No one understood him quite like this man did. 

The two got back to work. They both went down on Sigma’s neck- kissing it and making their way downward. 

Once he was between Sigma’s legs again, Nikolai picked up the lube and covered his fingers. Meanwhile, Fyodor lifted Sigma’s lower half and rolled him over. He guided Sigma into arching his back, and he spread his legs open really wide. Now with Sigma’s ass in front of him, Nikolai went for it. He pushed two fingers inside him. 

Sigma was unsure again who was doing what. The person fingering him wasn’t being too greedy, like Nikolai usually was, and it didn’t feel rushed like how it was when Fyodor prepped him. Suddenly, the fingers were removed. He felt someone pushing their tip inside. He let a moan slip out. 

Fyodor was grinning, he had pushed just the tip of himself inside. Then he pulled out and Nikolai entered him, pushing a little bit past the tip inside and pulling out. Realizing he was being teased, Sigma let out an exasperated sigh. Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged glances. 

“Awww are you frustrated, Sigma-Chan?” Nikolai teased him. 

“Yeah! A bit!” Sigma replied, annoyed. 

“What do you want?” Nikolai asked, as Fyodor pushed himself halfway inside Sigma.

Sigma whimpered., then Fyodor pulled out and he whined. 

“Come on now, use your words Sigma-Chan~! Or are you going to have us make you beg?” Nikolai asked in a taunting tone. 

Sigma pouted. “I know better. Please just… give it to me.” His voice lowered on the last few words. His face was red under the mask. 

“Oh???” Nikolai giggled. 

Fyodor was surprised again. 

“Y-Yes.” Sigma nodded. 

“Very well~” Nikolai nodded too, but had his other partner. He moved out of the way and Fyodor moved into the proper position. 

The Russian ran a hand down Sigma’s spine. When he got to his lower back, he pushed down. The slender man fell face-first into the pillow in front of him. Laying flat on his stomach, Sigma gasped as he felt someone man-handling him. Fyodor pushed his legs together and climbed on top of him. His weight was bearing down on top of Sigma, who couldn’t move much in this position at all, especially with his hands tied. Expertly, Fyodor spread his partner’s cheeks and thrusted inside him, full length.  

Sigma cried out. Fyodor gripped his torso and was already pulling out again, just to thrust back in even harder than before. Sigma moaned. Fyodor leaned forward and planted kisses along his shoulder blades as he thrusted with might. 

Nikolai sat back and watched. He wondered… Was Sigma picturing Fyodor right now? Or… could he be picturing…him?  He couldn’t help but touch himself at either thought. He could hardly wait for his turn… 

It was actually hard for Fyodor to hold back any sounds. Sigma felt so tight like this… 

Nikolai watched the skillful way Fyodor moved his hips. His eyes were locked on the sight of injection, watching him penetrate Sigma over and over again. The clown was fully stroking himself now. 

Fyodor gripped the headboard of the bed and used more of his sheer strength to thrust into Sigma from this position. Sigma’s moans were getting quite loud as a result. 

Nikolai realized he’d have to match this energy… or the game wouldn’t be much fun. 

Fyodor was working up a sweat but he didn’t care. Sigma was crumbling underneath him. His moans singing praise of his ability to fuck. How wonderful. He almost didn’t want to turn him over to Nikolai… However, they were playing a game.  He reluctantly pulled out. 

Sigma was inhaling deeply, trying to catch his breath. 

“Wowwww~” Nikolai exclaimed. “Your moans have never been so loud~” 

“Don’t point that out…” Sigma was embarrassed. 

Having caught his own breath now, Fyodor smiled. “Hmm. No need to be embarrassed my darling, your moans are like music.” He made eye contact with Nikolai. “I wish to hear more.” 

Nikolai understood. It was now his turn. He sprung into action. He rolled himself off the bed and then pulled Sigma to the edge of the bed. Sigma gasped as he was being man-handled again. The clown rolled the slender man over. He lifted his legs up to his shoulders. Leaning forward, Nikolai was able to carefully guide himself inside Sigma. It took everything within him to hold back vocally. Sigma felt so good, per usual. 

Sigma couldn’t help but blush under the blind fold. This position was bold. The person on top of him kissed his legs. Then he leaned forward and began to rock his hips. Sigma let out an adorable little squeak. 

Nikolai blushed at this noise. He was so cute… UGH~!  The clown gripped Sigma by his waist and  started to thrust and find a rhythm. Biting his tongue the whole time. It was so hard not to react~

Fyodor observed. Nikolai was going hard- he was matching his energy from before. Excellent.

Sigma was embarrassed, at first, by how exposed he was in this position. However, a few moments later he hardly cared. He was moaning at how deep this person was inside him.  

Fyodor noted how Sigma quickly relaxed. He grinned watching him melt under Nikolai. And Nikolai looked like he was having a particularly good time. It probably felt amazing from that angle… 

Eventually, Nikolai dropped Sigma’s legs and spread them apart even more. He went downward so that he was close to his partner and kissed him. His whole body was feeling hot. He’d cum soon if he wasn’t careful. He slowed down his thrusts and focused on kissing Sigma. 

Their lips came together like they always did. Sigma’s heart fluttered. The sparks he felt… he knew… this was Nikolai. He smiled as they kissed. 

Nikolai could feel Sigma relaxing even more. So, he figured it out. Huh? He held back a giggle.

Fyodor didn’t understand what Sigma was feeling in that moment. It went right over his head- the idea that Sigma actually loved Nikolai. So this discovery went unnoticed by the Russian man. Although he did notice the smile and it made him really want to take over. 

Nikolai kissed his neck next.

Sigma cried out. Anymore of this and he’d finish. 

Fyodor ran a hand down Nikolai’s back. It was time for them to switch again. With a small sigh, Nikolai pulled out of Sigma. 

“W-What?” Sigma whimpered. He was close.

Fyodor took his place. His hands touched his partner's body. He pushed inside him. He took over exactly where Nikolai left off, thrusting with the same speed. 

Sigma let out a sigh of relief. 

Fyodor held back a chuckle.  Sigma was so needy when he was close. He leaned down and kissed Sigma. 

The pretty man felt the lips against his. He greeted them almost forcefully.

He noticed how it felt- different. It wasn’t like the kissing had been before. There were no sparks. The kissing still felt good, really good… but there was something missing. This was Fyodor.

Nikolai couldn’t just sit there and watch now. He moved to Sigma’s left side and began kissing his neck there, while Fyodor continued to kiss his lips. 

Sigma’s legs were shaking. Nikolai was there, right beside him. He would protect him. 

Fyodor’s thrusts weren’t letting up. A moment later, Sigma finished. His warm fluids were spraying out.

Fyodor thrusted into him a couple more times. Then he pulled out. Snapping at Nikolai, the two got off Sigma and moved aside. 

Sigma thought for sure, that it would be time to guess. He was panting from his orgasm. The blind fold was still on. When his pants slowed, he noticed the sounds of kissing. 

Fyodor and Nikolai were going at each other on the bed beside him. The Russian man had pinned Nikolai to the bed. He lubed him up and pushed inside. Nikolai wrapped his arms around Fyodor. All Sigma could do was listen. Unless… Sigma inched his way closer. He kept going until he was beside Nikolai, then he kissed him. 

“Oh fuck…” Nikolai whimpered against his lips. His eyes rolled back. 

Sigma smiled, so glad to be kissing Nikolai.

Fyodor watched them kiss. He felt himself throbbing. He titled his he back. As he felt himself on the verge of cumming, he pulled out. His fluids sprayed out onto his two partners, wetting them both. 

Sigma felt a small burst of satisfaction. Why was it… that he actually liked this?  

It was all said and done. Fyodor collapsed on the bed next to Nikolai. All of his energy had been used. He felt a little light-headed, he needed to rest. 

Sigma cuddled, the best he could, up to Nikolai. All three men were panting, ready for bed, until Nikolai let out a little squeal. 

“Your bonds!” Nikolai leapt up, launching Sigma off of him. 

Sigma landed with an “oof.” 

After some rummaging sounds, he felt the rope being removed from his arms.  

Sigma slowly took the blind fold off. He blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the dimly lit room. His eyes immediately locked on Nikolai’s. Sigma found himself smiling up at the clown. 

“Gah~!” Nikolai squealed again. “That face you made just now was soooooooo cute Sigma-chan~!” He leaped on him, knocking him back down against the mattress. 

“Ah!” Sigma groaned. “Nikolai…” He sighed. 

Nikolai grabbed Sigma’s face and squeezed it. He licked off Fyodor’s juices from his cheek. 

“Hey!” Sigma said. “That’s too much.”

Nikolai giggled. 

Fyodor had finally caught his breath. “I’m taking you liked that my twisted Koyla.” 

Nikolai nodded. He hugged Sigma, snuggling against his neck. 

“Jeez…” Sigma sighed again. 

“And Sigma… what of you?” Fyodor asked him.

“That w-wasn’t so bad.” Sigma replied, blushing. 

“Ooo Sigma-Chan, you know you liked it~ We know you like it too, your moans gave it away~” Nikolai teased him. He kissed his neck. 

Sigma snuggled Nikolai and sighed. 

“Wonderful.” Fyodor said. “I apologize for resting, I enjoyed it as well.” 

Nikolai was invading Sigma’s personal space so much so, that he was practically on top of him again.

“Nikolai!” Sigma snapped. 

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help but be close to you.” Nikolai told him.  

“Yeah, that would be fine, but I can feel you getting hard again already.” Sigma said, annoyed. 

Nikolai cackled. “Ohh ho ho~ I just can’t help it. You turn me into a real wolf~” He howled before he went down on Sigma’s chest, kissing him. 

“Kolya.” Fyodor said sternly. 

Nikolai turned towards the dark haired man. They made eye contact, and he backed off. He moved off Sigma but stayed beside him.

Even though he had acted annoyed, Sigma missed his presence immediately. He wanted to be cuddled again. 

“Oh that’s right! You have to guess!” Nikolai clapped. 

Fyodor nodded.

“Oh… right.” Sigma nodded as well. Damn… what to do? He knew the answer was Fyodor… but should he say that? How could he explain the feeling he had for Nikolai that just made him… different? Should he be honest or lie? 

Fyodor slowly turned and observed Sigma as he was clearly in deep thought. 

Sigma realized he would have to answer soon. He remembered his earlier thoughts about Fyodor and trying to get on his good side… and came up with an answer.

"In the end, it was Fyodor.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai grinned. 

Fyodor slowly and carefully sat up. From this position, he was looking down at Sigma and Nikolai laying next to him on the bed. “How did you know?” He asked. 

Sigma pushed Nikolai off of him and slowly sat up so that his face was inches from Fyodor’s. “All of the books I’ve read say: you’ll never forget your first time.” There was an air of seduction in his voice. 

Fyodor stared at Sigma this close to him. For the first time in a long time, his heart beat faster than usual. 

“I know it was you.” Sigma moved in closer, so that their lips were just barely touching. 

Fyodor had no expression on his face, yet his heart was racing. He noticed that he hadn’t reacted. He forced a laugh. “That’s correct.” 

Then Sigma kissed him. 

Nikolai watched the two of them kiss. Sigma was doing great ‘playing nice’ like he had told him to.  He grinned. And seeing them making out was beyond hot…

When their lips parted, Fyodor gripped Sigma’s wrists and pulled him in for another kiss. Right before their lips met, he spoke. “You’ve guessed correctly, so I suppose you deserve a prize.” 

“A prize?” Sigma asked. His eyes were locked on Fyodor’s. 

“Ask me for something, and I’ll give it to you.” The dark haired man stared into his very soul. “Material items only though, darling.” He added, knowingly.

“I-I don’t know…” Sigma’s eyes shifted. 

“Think on it then.” Fyodor told him, before finally kissing him. 

Sigma’s heart was racing. This kiss felt good. 

Nikolai giggled. He scooted his way over to the two. Then when they paused to breathe, he grabbed Sigma and kissed him. After a moment, he pulled back and kissed Fyodor. Sigma laid back on the bed, kind of exhausted. Nikolai and Fyodor were quick to join him. He found himself in the middle of both men, piled together. 

And in the pile they stayed as the three men soon drifted off to sleep. 

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The next day, Sigma woke up with a groan.  His body was achy… especially his wrists where the ropes had been tied. Did they have to tie them so tight?

He noticed he was tucked underneath the blankets now, which was not how he fell asleep. Nikolai was tucked in beside him, still fast asleep. He rolled over and gasped. Fyodor was beside him, writing in a brown leather journal. Fyodor paused and looked at Sigma with his reddish-purple eyes. For some reason, Sigma felt…calmed by his eyes. How unusual. Still a bit sleepy, he blinked a few times before he fell back asleep. 

When he awoke again, Fyodor and Nikolai were both gone from the bed. 

Slowly, he sat up. After a little while, Sigma slipped out of bed and decided to investigate the bathroom, looking for the two. When he did get out of bed, he immediately noticed rose petals . 

There were beautiful dried purple rose petals on the floor leading to the bathroom. Sigma followed the trail, under the stone arch and into the gorgeous bathroom. 

The room had black and white marble floors and walls. There was a double sink area with gorgeous stone counters and a large antique mirror. The toilet area was completely concealed behind a door in the left corner. In the right corner was a glass shower stall. Black marble columns framed a huge square jetted bathtub. This deep bathtub could easily fit four people. The tub was surrounded by large black pillar candles, flickering and illuminating the room. 

The rose petals led to the tub, which was steamy and bubbling. A sweet vanilla scent arose from the hot water. Near the tub was a small antique end table. On the table there was a continental breakfast with crackers, cheeses, fruits, and nuts. There were also three mimosas made fresh. Standing there, next to the table, was Fyodor. 

Standing near the shower behind the tub, was Nikolai. 

“What is this?” Sigma asked. 

“A little treat for our darling Sigma.” Fyodor said. 

“We want to pamper the princess.” Nikolai giggled.

“Don't call me that.” Sigma sighed and crossed his arms. 

“Aww come on.” Nikolai pouted. 

Fyodor moved in on Sigma. “Let us care for you.” He said closing the space between them. 

Sigma blushed. He looked into Fyodor’s eyes and the calmness he felt earlier suddenly returned. 

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One hour earlier, Nikolai awoke with a start. Huh? A nightmare… he didn’t normally have those. He sat up quickly.

“Everything alright over there?” 

He heard a familiar voice. The clown turned his head quickly and saw him. This man in bed beside Sigma… was the man he owed everything to.  Sitting in the bed, Fyodor was looking at Nikolai as if he had expected him to awaken at that exact moment.  

Yes, his love for Fyodor was so real in his dual colored eyes. Yet…  His eyes shifted to Sigma. He was sleeping so comfortably between them. His heart skipped for a second and he felt a lump in throat. Perhaps he loved Sigma too… just… differently. 

Nikolai let out a loud exhale. “Yeah. I had a nightmare. Can you believe that Me? A nightmare?” He chuckled nervously. 

“I understand.” Fyodor told him. “I had a nightmare as well.” 

“You did?” Nikolai asked. 

Fyodor nodded. “I had a nightmare that Sigma betrayed us and I unfortunately had to end his life with my bare hands.” 

Nikolai felt a strong pang in his stomach. “I-It’s all going to w-work out Dos-kun.” Nikolai said, his voice slightly shaky. “He won’t betray us.” 

“I still see defiance in his cloudy pink eyes.” Fyodor said. 

“He just needs to trust you again.” Nikolai told him. 

“Oh?” Fyodor couldn’t help but notice a desperate undertone in his voice. “Well then… how would you suggest I win him over?” 

Nikolai sighed. He stared at the blankets on the bed. “Sigma is a romantic. He wants to be romanced passionately. He wants his storybook ending and a family of his own.” 

Fyodor smiled. Although, this grin was hard to read. “That is a good analysis.” 

There was a pause. 

Nikolai wondered if he had said too much… He didn’t really mean to give Fyodor more fuel to manipulate Sigma but… he hated the idea of Sigma dying. He hated the idea of Fyodor killing him. 

“Well then…” Fyodor got off the bed. Standing up and stretching he said “Let’s get to it.” 

“Get to it?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. 

“Help me win back Sigma.” Fyodor said. 

Nikolai hesitated.  What was this feeling of dread? 

“Afterall, I won’t give you any attention if you don’t obey my orders. You still owe me my sweet but poisonous Koyla, for going behind my back.” Fyodor’s words seeped into Nikolai’s skin. “What will you do if I ignore you? How long will you last without my touch?” 

“Very well.” Nikolai spoke in a low voice before getting out of bed. 

“Having someone you can train to give in to your every whim seems ideal for someone as wicked as you, Nikolai Gogol.” Fyodor said in a serious voice. “However… no one will ever love you or understand you as much as I do. Remember that.” 

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“Well… I did want to clean off.” Sigma said, impressed by the set up.

Nikolai pushed himself to smile harder. “Right here Sigma-chan~!” He opened the shower door and turned on the water. “Let us clean up first before we get in the tub to relaxxxx~”

Sigma made his way over to Nikolai. Smirking, Fyodor followed him. Now that all three were standing outside of the shower, Fyodor made his move. He gave Nikolai a little shove into the shower stall. Then, he grabbed Sigma’s waist and kissed him passionately on the lips. The kiss got Sigma’s heart pounding. Nikolai stood in the shower stall watching the two kiss. 

When their lips parted, Fyodor took Sigma by the hand and pulled him into the shower. With all three of them there, Fyodor and Nikolai began to wash Sigma. This eventually turned into all three men washing each other. Their hands were definitely doing a bit of exploring as they washed. Fyodor focused for a long time on Sigma’s hair, washing it gently. 

Eventually, Nikolai and Fyodor pinned Sigma between them. As they had planned. Fyodor was in front of Sigma, pinning his backside to Nikolai who was holding him from behind. Fyodor kissed Sigma as the water beat down on them. Meanwhile, Nikolai was leaving hickeys and bite marks on Sigma’s collarbone, neck, and shoulders. He whimpered and leaned back against Nikolai even more. 

Fyodor crashed his lips against Sigma’s again and again. 

Sigma gasped for air after all the kissing. He felt so odd. 

The three of them finished washing and got out of the shower. They headed straight for the bubbling hot bathtub. Stepping in, Fyodor and Nikolai made sure Sigma was sitting between them both. Then he passed around the mimosas. 

The slender man let out a sigh of contentment. Okay, this bath was really nice… He tried to relax. 

Not even a minute into the bath, Nikolai moved in on Sigma, snuggling up to him. 

“Mmm.” Sigma hummed. He warmly received the cuddles. 

Fyodor moved in as well. He snuggled up to Sigma’s right side while Nikolai was on his left. 

The three sat in a comfortable silence and enjoyed their breakfast. 

Until the silence was broken. 

“We could have so many more moments like this.” Fyodor said, choosing to use a very warm and charming tone. “If you’d only open up to me.” He said this sentence directly into Sigma’s right ear. “I’m a killer , you should know. I will not hesitate to kill to accomplish my goals. Know this, and know it well. However, I will also not hesitate to protect those I deem worthy of receiving my protection. He kissed Sigma’s cheek. “You are worthy, darling.” His voice was tender.

Sigma’s eyes got wide then shifted down to the water. His cheeks were already turning red. He was so confused. He sipped his mimosa nervously. 

“I’d do the same.” Nikolai told him. “I’d kill as many people as necessary to protect Sigma-Chan~” 

Sigma knew he could believe that.

He sighed. “I appreciate you both saving me from being groped but… killing people… I mean…” His voice trailed off. 

Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged glances and sipped their mimosas. 

“I run an organization that has a particular…set goal. I don’t know if I would say we are criminals, more like missionaries .” Fyodor explained. “And sometimes, we have to kill people. We try to avoid it… but this is our way of life.” 

Nikolai giggled. “I don’t mind it at all~” He muttered. 

“What purpose do I serve?” Sigma replied. 

"You will see, once you get a kill.” Fyodor told him. “It’s a crucial part of your development. True, I thought it would not occur for some time but… things have changed.” 

Sigma looked at Nikolai. Their eyes met. “I see.” He said. 

Fyodor took the glass out of his hand and placed it on the table with the other too. Then he grabbed Sigma by the chin. He kissed him. The kiss was unusually soft. 

“I had a lover once…” The Russian man said, his voice was soft as well. “She was… the spitting image of you. Although… her hair was all white. Her eyes were just like yours though… and her bone structure.” He studied Sigma’s face. “Her body was slender and delicate…and soft... but course... female. She was beautiful.” 

Sigma instantly thought of the nude statue in Fyodor’s room that looked a lot like him. He thought of the small painting he found in Fyodor’s office next. Perhaps that was Nikolai in the painting then beside Fyodor and this… other woman? Perhaps it wasn’t as old as it appeared?  He couldn’t wrap his head around that. He was confused. 

“What did she think of the violence?” He asked quietly. 

Fyodor paused. Then he spoke. “I think you should be able to determine the answer… based on the fact you are here and not her .” 

A chill went up Sigma’s spine.

Nikolai blinked.  He had no idea.

“She was strong and intelligent, but you are stronger and even more intelligent.” Fyodor ran his thumb across Sigma’s lips. “You are my masterpiece, Sigma.” 

Sigma was holding his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest. His eyes stared into Fyodor’s. They were almost hypnotizing again. It was so strange… but he felt drawn in. 

“You see now why it is so important that you adapt to the violence?” Fyodor asked. 

Sigma slowly nodded. 

Fyodor kissed him again. This turned into them making out, sensually. 

Nikolai realized this was probably his cue to leave the two of them alone. He quietly stood up and got out of the tub. He stared at the two for a moment. This was going well. He was relieved. He put a towel on his waist and left the room.  Sigma didn’t even notice his departure. His focus was on Fyodor. This kissing felt good. Surprisingly it was putting him at ease. 

Fyodor moved to Sigma’s neck next. He glanced at the earrings and he nipped at the soft skin. “Darling…” He said. 

Sigma had goosebumps. 

Fyodor slowly stood up. His erection was exposed as he rose out of the water. He extended a hand out to the slender man. Sigma’s pink orbs stared up at his creator. The way the room was lit by candles, it appeared as if there was a glow around Fyodor.

Sigma gulped. The fact that Fyodor had based him off someone he considered to be a lover was… overwhelming.  He felt more connected to this dark haired man than ever before, like they had shared some big moment… even though it really wasn’t much of a moment at all. It was all so hard to explain. Yet, he found himself clasping his hand. Holding onto it tightly, he arose from the water. Almost immediately, Fyodor wrapped  his arms around his body and kissed him. 

And in the blink of an eye, Sigma found himself lying on Fyodor’s bed. The still wet, Russian man was on top of him. They were kissing deeply as Fyodor reached for the lube.

“I know you better than you know yourself, darling~” Fyodor said. 

Sigma gasped. Fyodor’s fingers were at his entrance. 

"You were made for me, after all.” He said in a charming voice as he pushed two fingers inside him. 

Sigma let out a cute little whimper. His face felt hot. 

“I know all of your secret spots.” Fyodor’s voice lowered to a whisper. Fingering him in a real masterful way, he immediately found a spot inside Sigma that made the slender man’s boy jolt. He moaned. 

Sigma’s eyes were wide.  What was that spot? And what was going on? Fyodor had never put this much effort into just pleasing him. Usually he was about using Sigma’s body to please himself. 

“There we go darling.” The Russian man said before kissing him again. 

Soon enough, he was inside him and thrusting away. 

Sigma noticed: It all felt so dream-like.  

Fyodor was kissing him more than usual. He even held his hand. 

Sigma seemed more relaxed, which made all this extra romance worth it to Fyodor.

Their eyes met. 

“F-Fyodor?” Sigma panted.

Fyodor grinned at the use of his name. 

“Yes my little rabbit?”

“I will give myself to you…” Sigma said. “Like this…as m-much as you want, j-just… don’t make me kill.” 

Fyodor was surprised by this request all of the sudden, but impressed by his bravery to ask at that moment. 

“Please.” Sigma added. 

Their eye contact was intense. 

“You’ll give yourself just to me?” Fyodor asked.

It’s true he had accepted needing both Sigma and Nikolai… but who said he needed them together? Having them both, but having them separately would work just fine. 

Sigma blinked. His eyes shifted.  He was asking him to give up Nikolai.

Fyodor thrusted harder into him, causing him to whimper. “I’ll take that as a no.” 

Sigma closed his eyes and did a small nod. No deal, there was no deal. 

“That’s alright darling.” Fyodor said. “The offer will stand.” He kissed him. 

All he had to do was get Sigma to reject Nikolai once. One time would be enough to shatter the illusion of acceptance. 

Sigma was starting to feel really good, this position always hit just right. Fyodor felt the same. It wouldn’t take long for them both to finish, almost in-sync. 

Fyodor collapsed on top of Sigma. Sigma’s heart was fluttering. He snuggled up to him as they both tried to catch their breath. 

“I would like more books.” Sigma panted. 

Fyodor grinned. 

“As your prize from our little game yesterday, correct?” 

Sigma nodded. 

“Very well.” Fyodor said. 

He kissed Sigma. 

It was odd. For the first time, they seemed like a normal couple. 

Too bad this extra tenderness was only a tactic and that Fyodor would use anything as leverage to better control Sigma. 

“So, how about a date sometime darling?” Fyodor asked in a charming tone that was enough to make most blush. “Just you and I this time.” 

Sigma hesitated. He was, in-fact, blushing. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you close to me. Nothing bad will happen.” Fyodor assured him. 

Snuggling the man’s chest, Sigma said a sentence he'd eventually grow to regret: “Alright, we can... go on a date." 

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While Fyodor and Sigma were surely “getting it on”, Nikolai was out in the garden. In the nude, he was checking on the vegetables and flowers. His long white hair was flowing in the breeze. 

It was strange...

As Fyodor spoke of this lover from the past, Nikolai felt very off. There was a sort of tightness in his chest. 

A breeze hit Nikolai, blowing his beautiful hair. 

Perhaps… their souls were linked together a lot longer than he had thought before. The idea of their very souls being linked only made Nikolai love Fyodor more. 

 

Notes:

My Dear Readers,
Thank you for the jump in views, bookmarks, and kudos! I mean 5,000+ reads!?? Wow! To the readers who have been here: thanks for sticking around. To the new readers recently: welcome. I have so so enjoyed reading everyone's comments reacting to the chapters, so please keep them coming!

- prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 8

About a week later, Fyodor had settled on his plans for a date with Sigma. During the week, Fyodor tried his hardest to be as romantic as possible, mimicking Nikolai's approach.  

During that week, Nikolai couldn’t help but notice that Sigma’s body language had changed back to how it more normally was. It seemed as if he had accepted or at least… processed what had happened at Twisted Sister. The clown also picked up a change in his interactions with Fyodor. Sigma was initiating kissing and touching first. Their alone time has obviously gone well. He had hope that they could all get along better now… 

Sigma had tried to sleep alone in his own room for the first time the past week when Nikolai finally cashed out his prize for winning their billiards tournament at Twister Sister. Fyodor did NOT want Sigma to witness what was about to happen. 

“I assume you want the usual as your reward for winning a bet?” Fyodor asked when they were alone behind the closed doors of Nikolai’s chambers.

Nikolai giggled. “You know me so well." 

"I know." Fyodor replied. 

The clown’s voice drifted in and out. “I sometimes think you sir deserve a punishment for your crimes.” He cackled. “Mr. Crime and Punishment~” He said in a sensual tone.

Fyodor stared at him and slowly smirked. “Very well.” 

Clapping his hands, Nikolai grabbed Fyodor and dipped him dramatically. He gave him an equally dramatic kiss. Then with a twirl of his cape, he transported them both onto his bed. There, he immediately got to work stripping Fyodor of his clothes. He twirled his cape again and disappeared. When he re-appeared on the bed, naked. 

Fyodor sighed at his antics.

Nikolai reached into his cape, now on the bed beside him, and pulled out quite a few suspicious things. One soft leather flogger, one small heart-shaped plastic paddle, and one large wooden paddle. After those three, he pulled out red fuzzy handcuffs. 

“Okayyy Dos-kun~” He grasped the Russian man and rolled him over. He handcuffed his hands behind his back. “Are you ready for your punishment?” 

“I suppose so.” Fyodor replied. 

Nikolai giggled. He picked up the soft flogger first. Then he proceeded to grab Fyodor’s hair. Pulling his head back, he leaned down over top of the man and kissed him. He released his hair, and began to rub the flogger against his partner’s ass cheeks. He kissed his lower back. 

“Dos-kun~” He pulled his arm back and SWAT! He brought the flogger down against Fyodor’s skin.

Fyodor didn’t wince, which was not surprising at all. 

“Mmm.” Nikolai placed the flogger down. He pulled his hand back and SLAP! He slapped Fyodor’s ass, hard enough to leave a handprint. Maybe that one was for revenge.

Fyodor was still unwavering. 

Nikolai licked the red spot. “So delicious.” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Whatever you say.” 

Nikolai grabbed the heart shaped plastic paddle. Twisting it in his hand, he pulled back and SMACK! He slapped Fyodor’s ass, this left a heart shaped red mark on his other cheek. Fyodor gritted his teeth, but refused to give a sound.

Nikolai planted kisses on the new mark. “Before the final round….” 

He dropped the paddle and reached in the cape, pulling out lube. He squirted some onto his fingers and pushed two inside his partner. “I’m the only one currently who gets to fuck you here.” Nikolai started to finger him fast. “Riiiiight?” 

“Y-You already know the answer to that you wicked man.” Fyodor said with an exasperated chuckle. Fyodor didn’t bottom for just anyone. 

Nikolai pulled out his fingers at that. He grabbed the large wooden paddle and swung. With a very loud THUD, the paddle smacked Fyodor right in the center of his ass. 

Fyodor bit his lip, a small moan slipped out. 

THUD! THUD. THUD.

Nikolai was rock hard. His face was red and it felt hot. His vision was getting blurred from how horny he was. He cackled. Grabbing Fyodor’s hips, he thrusted inside him, pushing his face into the pillow in front of him.

Fyodor grunted. Damn… Nikolai is really going all out. He will surely be sore tomorrow… “You’re being rather violent, you know…” He said in a muffled voice. “I’m guessing Sigma doesn’t allow this sort of roughness.” 

Nikolai slapped his ass with his bare hand hard. “True, he’s not ready for this.” He chuckled. “But I know my Dos-kun can handle it~” He was finding a nice rhythm, thrusting hard. He slapped his ass hard with his hand. 

“Koyla….” Fyodor moaned. 

Nikolai was practically foaming at the mouth, he was going so wild over this. It was so rare he got to top Fyodor. 

Fyodor sighed. Fyodor had known this would be what Nikolai demanded for losing their little tournament. He had put it off until this day specifically. He needed to remind Nikolai of what they had, before he took Sigma on a date. This was because he also predicted that after their date- his relationship with Sigma would improve and their dynamic would change. 

Getting close already, Nikolai pulled out and rolled Fyodor onto his side. He flopped on the bed beside him. Spooning the Russian, he thrusted back inside and picked up where he left off. He hugged Fyodor so tightly. He was moaning into his ear. 

Fyodor let out a series of low moans. Ugh. Fyodor hated when Nikolai acted like a dog in heat. He bit his lip. Although… this did feel good. Sinful… but good.  He quivered, he finished with a moan. 

Nikolai moaned back. “Fyodor... I love you.” He finished as well. 

Fyodor let out a low moan. He felt the rush of warm substance filling him. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling for him, who usually topped. However, it did help with some of the burning. 

Nikolai pulled out and rolled onto his back. He laughed a very breathy laugh. “Fuck.” 

Fyodor was still panting. 

It was quiet for a moment, then Nikolai rose up out of bed. “I’ll bring you some water.” He said. He leaned down and kissed Fyodor on the cheek, then he removed the handcuffs. He pulled the blankets over him and tucked a pillow under his head. 

Fyodor was exhausted. Nikolai had figured as much would happen. Fyodor suffered from severe anemia. Due to this, he became exhausted easily and suffered from severe body aches, which is why he often avoided physical conflicts. He was good at avoiding them, as he was usually the smartest person in the room, and could manipulate most people and situations.

Nikolai was the only person who knew of his condition.

Having sex would exhaust him sometimes. And he had been fucking a lot lately. It didn’t help that Nikolai was so rough with him- someone who wasn’t used to bottoming.  Although, he couldn’t blame him too much. After all, this was rare. A treat for his most loyal servant. 

The clown rushed downstairs, butt-ass naked. As he raced into the kitchen, practically sliding in. 

There was a loud gasp. 

Sigma was in the kitchen, wearing his lavender colored pajamas and red apron. On the top of his head was a matching night cap with little polka dots on it. He had oven-mitts on and was holding a tray of freshly baked cookies. 

Nikolai paused. 

The two stared at each other. 

“You look like you’ve been through the ringer.” Sigma broke the silence. 

Nikolai laughed. “HA! You should see Dos-kun right now.” 

Sigma blinked. “What did you do to him?” 

Nikolai giggled mischievously. “Ohhhh~ don’t worry about that.” He walked over to the pantry located near the fridge in the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” He opened it and grabbed a jug of room temperature water. Then he walked up to Sigma. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” Sigma said. “And I wanted cookies.” 

“Well, look absolutely adorable right now.” Nikolai kissed him on the cheek. “But- are you alright?” 

Sigma placed the tray down on the kitchen counter and slipped off the oven-mitts. “I’m… fine.” 

Nikolai blinked. “Were you lonely?” 

Sigma blushed. “W-What!? Absolutely not. I’m going to enjoy having the bed to myself for once.” He grabbed a cookie and shoved it into his mouth. He pouted. 

Nikolai grinned. “Uh huh.” He grabbed two cookies off the tray. 

Sigma glared at him.

“Oh jeez, you’re serious about cookies… huh?” Nikolai teased him. 

“Very.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai gave him puppy-dog eyes.

Sigma sighed. “Fine. Take them.” 

“Yay~" Nikolai smiled. He turned to leave, when he felt a tug on his messy braid. 

Sigma had grabbed onto it. 

“Yes?” Nikolai spun around again. 

Sigma leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Nikolai grinned into the kiss. 

“Goodnight.” Sigma said when their lips parted. 

“Night, my dear.” Nikolai turned to leave for good this time. As he walked out, Sigma shoved another cookie into his mouth. So Fyodor could take damage, huh? 

Nikolai returned to his room. Fyodor hadn’t moved. He approached the bed.

With a groan, Fyodor slowly sat up. 

“Careful!” Nikolai exclaimed. “You’re going to get light-headed! Here-“ He gave Fyodor a cookie. 

“What’s this?” Fyodor asked.

“Sigma made some cookies.” Nikolai said. He shoved his own cookie into his mouth. “MMM!” It was delicious. 

He grabbed a mug he had on his end table and poured some of the water in. He handed the cup to Fyodor. 

“You should have seen him. He looked SO fucking cuteeeeeee.” Nikolai squealed.

Fyodor took a nibble of the cookie. Delicious. “He always looks quite adorable.” He sipped some water.

“Hehe… that’s true.” Nikolai climbed into his bed. 

“Before you get comfortable… would you plug in the heater?” Fyodor asked. 

Nikolai sprung out of bed again. “Oops! I had forgotten to do it beforehand! I was just too exciting about getting a piece of Dos-kun~” 

How did he have so much energy?  “It’s alright Koyla.” Fyodor said.

Nikolai pulled out a space heater. Plugging it in next to Fyodor’s side of the bed, he turned it on. Fyodor let out a sigh of relief. Then Nikolai walked over to his closet. He grabbed a black thick wool sweater and brought it to bed. He traded the sweater for the cookie and cup momentarily. 

“Thank you.” Fyodor pulled the sweater over his head. He let out a second sigh of relief. 

Nikolai gave him back the cup and the cookie. Fyodor finished both and put the cup down on the end table next to his side of the bed. The two laid down under the blankets. 

“Is it too much to ask for cuddles?” Nikolai asked. 

There was a pause. 

“You’ve earned them.” The Russian man spoke. “Come.” 

Nikolai giggled and snuggled up to Fyodor on his side, holding him in his arms.

Fyodor closed his eyes. This wasn’t too bad. Nikolai was always so warm… 

Before the two could drift off to sleep, Nikolai spoke in a soft voice. “I think I’m in love with Sigma.” 

Fyodor opened his eyes. “Surely not the same way you love me ? Right?” 

The room was silent until Nikolai spoke. “My love for you is full of adoration. My love for Sigma… is full of… butterflies.” 

All Fyodor said was “Hmm.”  He couldn’t help but think of Alexi.  The sweet moment was ruined for him. 

“I want to tell him. I’ve tried but the words do not come out right.” Nikolai said in a sad tone.

“Now may not be the best time.” Fyodor told him. “After what occurred recently… ” 

If Nikolai said those three words to Sigma, the slender man would latch onto the clown. Sigma wanted to experience love. 

“R-Right.” Nikolai replied. 

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After eating all of the rest of the cookies off the tray, Sigma went to bed… alone. It was a peaceful sleep… but he had to admit… it was terribly lonely. 

His peaceful slumber was interrupted by someone kissing him on the forehead. He opened his eyes with a groan, expecting Nikolai to be there, but instead he saw Fyodor smirking. He could also hear rain pelting the manor. 

Before he could react, the dark haired man kissed his lips again and again. Left blushing and panting, Sigma had not expected that kind of wake up. 

“Today we're going on a date, darling~” Fyodor said. As he spoke, thunder cracked in the distance. 

Sigma’s heart was beating quickly.  

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Later on, Sigma took extra care getting ready for their date. He took a long shower, using the more expensive warm vanilla scented soaps and salt scrub. After his shower, he applied lotion, deodorant, and even a orchid scented cologne. As he was blow drying his long hair and doing his skin care routine, it dawned on him- he was trying his hardest to look his best.  He blushed at the realization. He sighed. It wasn’t like he was looking forward to this date… or was he? 

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he finished drying his long lavender and white locks. He brushed his hair out and then into a low ponytail that he tied with a cream colored satin bow. 

He returned to his bedroom and started to look for an outfit. He tried on a few options before settling on something. Grinning, he returned to the bathroom and applied some light makeup to showcase his feminine facial features. 

Once he was fully ready, he went downstairs where Fyodor was waiting. The Russian man was dressed in a slim-fit black button down shirt that had red embroidered flowers near the collar. This was tucked into his dark red dress pants that were fastened by a black leather belt and paired with shiny black loafers. His hair was down but his bangs were messily slicked back. The man’s dark purple-red eyes locked on Sigma as he walked down the stairs. 

The slender man had put on a puffy-sleeved lavender peasant shirt with a tan colored button-up vest overtop. This was paired with tight-fitted calf-length tan pants. He accessorized the outfit with pointed lavender colored shoes that had a gorgeous three inch clear coiled heel that looked like glass. His earrings glittered under the light and his ponytail bounced as he walked.

Nikolai barreled into the room and stopped as Sigma finished coming down the steps. He froze, jaw dropped. He was so damn beautiful.

Fyodor held out a hand and Sigma accepted it. The handsome dark-haired man helped him down the last two steps. Sigma couldn’t stop himself from blushing. 

“Wow Sigma-chan.” Nikolai said. “And Dos-kun.” He eyed them both up and down. “WAHHHH I’m so jealous~!!!! You both look so hottttt~” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Now, now Koyla…” He kissed Sigma’s hand. “Tonight Sigma is all mine .” 

Sigma bit his lip. 

“Fiiiiine.” Nikolai said. “You two have a good time. I’ll be here, thinking about you both.” 

Sigma laughed. “Surely you have better things to do.” 

Nikolai smiled. He really didn’t have better things to do…

Holding Sigma’s hand, Fyodor led him out the door. On his way out, he grabbed a black Victorian style umbrella. He opened the big umbrella when they stepped outside the door. He held it over them both to protect them from the rain while they walked to the black car. When they were beside it, he released his hand and opened the door to the passenger side. 

Sigma slid into the car. Fyodor leaned over him, buckling him in. This caused the pastel themed man’s face to turn completely red. Fyodor smelled so nice… After he was buckled, Fyodor closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. He closed the umbrella and got into the car. 

“I have an enjoyable evening planned out.”  Fyodor said, putting the wet umbrella onto the floor in the back of the car. 

“I-Is that right?” Sigma smiled nervously.  

Fyodor reached across the car with one hand, and placed it on Sigma’s thigh. “There’s no need to nervous, darling~” 

Sigma stared at his hand.  It was like he read his mind… “I will try my best.” 

Fyodor drove through the nearby village of Alfristron to Eastbourne. There he parked the car in front of a very colorful striped building, an art gallery known as Towner Eastbourne. 

It was still raining steadily, so Fyodor got out of the car with the umbrella and went to the passenger side of the car. Opening it, he helped Sigma out of the car. 

“Thank you.” Sigma said. 

They made their way into the building. Inside was a gift shop area. Fyodor walked to the register and paid for two tickets to the gallery. He dropped his umbrella off in a stand. 

He returned to Sigma, sliding his arm around his waist. They entered the art gallery and Sigma’s face lit up. The gallery had multiple rooms with paintings, sculptures, and even photography. Sigma had never seen a display like this. 

Fyodor smiled at his reaction. 

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The pair spent a long time in the art gallery. Sigma carefully studied each piece of art. Any time they came across a classical piece, Fyodor would talk about it in so much depth, it was like he knew the artist personally. Sigma was amazed that he was really enjoying this date. Fyodor kept Sigma very close to him, holding his hand or waist the entire time.

After they had been through each of the rooms, they went back into the gift shop. 

“That was very nice, thank you for bringing me here.” Sigma said. 

With his arm around his waist, Fyodor grinned. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying our date so far, darling. Now, why don’t we look at the jewelry and get you a new pair of earrings?” He led him  to a corner of the gift shop that had earrings made by some of the more modern artists featured in the gallery.

“Really?” Sigma’s eyes sparkled.

“Really, darling. You can choose whichever pair you want.” 

Sigma’s eyes scanned this area of the gift shop, which had multiple pairs of earrings on displays. There was also a round mirror with a pearl border around this. A pair of beautiful glass earrings caught his eye. They were dangle earrings shaped like lilies of the valley. 

Fyodor noticed his staring and lifted the earrings. “Ah, these are created by a technique called glass blowing. ” He explained. “It’s an art technique popular in Venice, Italy. The artist wears protective gear and twists and sculpts the glass by hand or with small metal tools.” He handed the earrings to Sigma. 

“Wow… you’d have to be exceptionally delicate with the glass.” Sigma replied, admiring them. 

“Oh yes.” Fyodor smiled. “These earrings are perfect for someone as delicate as you, my pretty little flower.” He wrapped his arms around Sigma from behind. “Are these the ones you want?” 

Blushing, Sigma nodded. 

They walked to the register and Fyodor paid for the earrings, which were a whopping 250£ total. 

After the cashier wrapped up and boxed the earrings, Fyodor grabbed his umbrella from the stand, and the two left. They were greeted by a cloudy sky, but no rain. The pair headed to dinner next. 

Fyodor had chosen a French Bistro along the water. Instead of sitting across from each other, this bistro had small curved booths to provide intimate side-by-side seating for dates. Sigma was very impressed that Fyodor was able to speak French, fluently, to their waiter to order their food. His heart was pounding.

If he separated this date from everything else that had happened, this would be his dream date. 

“So, how am I doing? Fyodor asked him after he assisted him in ordering his meal. “Are you enjoying yourself?” 

“I am.” Sigma replied. He smiled a warm smile. 

Fyodor reached for Sigma’s hand. Sigma noticed this, and accepted his hand. His cheeks were a light pink color. 

“Hmm.” Fyodor chuckled. “i know what Nikolai means now...I could just eat you up.” 

“Don’t do that. You need to save room for dinner.” Sigma replied, in a flirtatious tone. 

“Very well, then you can be my desert .” Fyodor stared at him. 

Sigma’s cheeks slowly went from pink to red. “Fyodor…” He withdrew his hand, shyly. 

“Forgive me. I find it hard to resist my urges around you.” Fyodor’s now free hand slid under the table and touched Sigma’s thigh. 

Sigma gasped. The core of his body felt warm, like he was radiating heat. 

Before anything could be said further, their waiter, who was an attractive young man with blonde hair, a curly mustache, and blue eyes, returned with their food. He dressed in a light blue button down tucked into his black trousers. Sigma received a cast iron platter of Bouillabaisse. Meanwhile, Fyodor had ordered Boeuf bourguignon. Everything smelled absolutely delicious. When their plates were placed, the waiter returned with fresh bread, a bottle of dark red wine and two sparkling clean glasses. 

Fyodor spoke in French to the waiter. After exchanging a few words, the waiter bowed politely and dismissed himself. “He brought us this wine as a gift.” Fyodor explained to Sigma. “Oh, and he said you are absolutely stunning.” 

Sigma blinked. “Really?” 

“Oh, yes.” Fyodor nodded. He leaned in even closer to Sigma. “And he was correct about that.” 

Sigma giggled.  Was it getting hot in here? He gulped down his food in almost a nervous haste. The spicy dish he had chosen didn't help with the heat in his body. 

Fyodor chuckled. He gave Sigma’s thigh a squeeze and took a sip of wine. Then ate his food as well. 

“After this will we go back to the manor?” Sigma asked. 

“Do you want to go back after this?” Fyodor asked. 

Sigma paused for a moment. He was enjoying this freedom. “I thought maybe we could walk along the water for a bit. It looks like the rain has let up.” 

Fyodor smiled. “Do you suddenly wish to have more time with me?” 

Sigma blushed. 

“It’s quite alright if you do.” Fyodor added. 

Sigma slowly nodded. 

Fyodor chuckled. 

The two continued to eat, without much being said, because the food was absolutely delicious. 

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After dinner, the two left the French Bistro. When they stepped outside the rain picked up again in almost freakish timing. 

Fyodor opened the umbrella as they stood under the awning of the restaurant. 

It was coming down fast and furious. 

“That’s bad!” Sigma said loudly over the rain. 

“Let’s go to the car for now.” Fyodor said. Being out in the cold rain would not be good for him at all. He held Sigma close by the waist and the two made a dash for Fyodor’s car, which was luckily right down the street. 

As they approached the car, the lightning cracked nearby. Sigma screeched. Fyodor threw open the door to the backseat and the Sigma dove in. Fyodor closed the umbrella and slid in beside him. Both were panting and moderately wet from the rain, it was pouring that the umbrella hardly protected the both of them. 

“Well… I guess that eliminates our walk.” Sigma said.

“If it doesn’t let up, I’m afraid so.” Fyodor told him. 

There was a pause. 

Sigma inched closer to Fyodor, which the Russian man picked up on immediately.

“I um…I had a very nice time.” He said. 

Fyodor smiled. “I’m so glad to hear that.” He adjusted himself in the back seat so that he was facing Sigma. 

Sigma noticed this and adjusted himself as well. 

“I hope you know now, that I am not your enemy.” Fyodor held up his hand. “I didn't create you to be my enemy.” He grabbed Sigma’s wrist and brought his hand up to his own. Sigma pressed his hand flat against Fyodor's. “I created you to be mine.” 

Sigma was watching him very quietly. His cheeks were pink and slowly turning red again. What was this feeling? 

“I may have gone about things the improper way.” The dark haired man continued. “I’m hoping you can forgive me for that. I have not had someone to chase in quite some time.” 

“What about Nikolai?” Sigma asked. 

Fyodor smiled as he intertwined their fingers. “Nikolai chases me. I thought that was obvious.” 

Sigma’s heart started to race. 

Fyodor dropped his hand and touched the pretty man’s cheek instead. “Have I caught you yet- in this chase?” 

Before Sigma could even think of a response, lightning cracked and hit the ground somewhere behind the car. Sigma jumped. 

Fyodor took this opportunity to pull him in close for a tight embrace. “I have you darling, we’re safe in here.” 

Snuggling close to Fyodor’s chest, Sigma could feel his heartbeat. How was it so calm? His pink eyes shifted up to Fyodor’s face. Their eyes met and they stared at each other as the rain beat down on the car, making it impossible to see out the windows, as it was also nightfall.

It was honestly unclear who started it, but in a matter of minutes the pair were kissing. Their lips were crashing against each other. Shockingly, Sigma deepened the kiss. His tongue went to Fyodor’s lips as if they were asking for permission to enter. The Russian man allowed entry and greeted his tongue with his own. 

Fyodor could sense the sheer desperation from Sigma. He wanted him. This plan… was a complete success. 

Sigma let out a little moan. Fyodor pulled back and studied his face. Sigma covered his mouth, embarrassed. He was blushing. 

A slow smile formed on Fyodor’s face. He went down on Sigma’s neck, kissing it and causing the slender man to moan again. 

“I-I’m sorry!” Sigma apologized. “I don’t mean to make those noises… they’re just slipping out...” 

“They are very cute noises, darling. So don’t worry.” Fyodor assured them. 

They kissed again. 

“I’ve never felt you kiss me with this much passion before.” Fyodor said breathlessly. 

“I can be passionate!” Sigma retorted. 

“Remind me.” Fyodor said.

Sigma grabbed Fyodor by his shirt and kissed him hard. As they kissed, he began to unbutton Fyodor’s shirt to reveal his chest. His soft hand touched his bare skin, without any fear. Sigma moved to his neck and kissed it, scraping the skin with his teeth lightly. Fyodor let out a low moan. Their eyes locked on each other again. Then the two practically jumped at each other all of the sudden. Fyodor helped to remove Sigma’s pants and underwear and Sigma loosened Fyodor’s belt and pulled his pants down. 

“Do you have… you know… lube?” Sigma asked, blinking. His face was completely red and he was breathlessly staring at Fyodor’s now exposed rock-hard erection. 

“In the middle console.” Fyodor replied. “There’s also some napkins in there. 

Sigma leaned over to open the middle console and Fyodor got a great view of his bare ass. While Sigma grabbed the lube and napkins, Fyodor removed his shirt completely.  Fuck. The dark haired man was extremely turned on by this whole scenario. Things had played out like he hoped.

Sigma returned and climbed on top of Fyodor, mounting him. He grabbed Fyodor’s hand and squirted some lube onto his fingers. Then he leaned down and whispered sensually “I’d like you to prep me.” 

Fyodor smirked. He inserted his fingers inside his partner’s ass. Sigma gripped his shoulders and bit his lip. Fyodor kissed him as he fingered him, coating his hole with the lube. 

“There we go.” Fyodor said after a little bit of this.

The Russian man withdrew his fingers. He helped Sigma lower himself onto his cock. The pretty man whimpered as he took in the length. Once Fyodor bottomed out, Sigma started to rock his hips. Rain continued to pelt the windows and thunder could be heard echoing as Sigma rode Fyodor. Their foreheads were pressed together; the eye contact was intense. 

“That’s it.” Fyodor said, grinning. “There’s my Sigma.” 

Sigma kissed him. For the very first time while kissing Fyodor, he felt butterflies. This man… was a dangerous man. He killed people with his bare hands… and yet… He quickened his pace, riding him harder. 

Fyodor grunted against his lips. This was too good… 

Sigma kissed him again and again. His head was already starting to feel light. “Fuck…” He whispered. 

“You’re going to make yourself cum already?” Fyodor asked in a breathy voice. “You must have been really worked up.” 

Was this true? The date had worked him up. Sigma moaned and tossed his head back.  Without a doubt, the answer was yes. His body shuddered, his knees felt weak.  He came. 

Fyodor held him tightly in his arms and watched the faces he made. They were absolutely full of bliss. He grinned. 

After Sigma released everything, he blinked. “Oops… that was fast.” He blushed. 

Fyodor chuckled and cleaned up the mess with a napkin. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll take over from here.” He pulled Sigma off his lap. “Bend over.” He gestured to the middle console. 

Sigma gulped. He obeyed his order. 

Fyodor moved over on the seat and leaned over Sigma. He added some lube onto the tip of his dick and pushed himself inside his partner. 

Sigma gasped. This angle… 

Fyodor began thrusting his hips. He let out a content sigh. Sigma was so relaxed, it felt great. He thrusted harder. 

Sigma moaned.  Surely they were rocking the car… but he didn’t care. This felt good.

Fyodor grabbed Sigma’s ponytail, giving it a tug. Sigma whimpered. Fyodor felt him clamp down around his shaft. He let out a low moan. The slender man felt a rush of warm fluid inside him- Fyodor was climaxing. 

When he was fully satisfied, he pulled out and sat back down on the back seat. Sigma remained bent over the middle console catching his breath. 

“Stay there.” Fyodor instructed. He picked up Sigma’s pants and undergarments and carefully helped to put them back on, pulling them up his legs.

Sigma was grateful for the assistance. After he was dressed, he rejoined Fyodor who was buttoning up his shirt and buckling his pants on the backseat. 

The Russian man put his arm around Sigma and pulled him close for a cuddle. That’s when Sigma noticed that they had fogged up all of the car windows.  Damn. 

“Well, well my little bunny rabbit… I’ve never experienced you so relaxed before.” Fyodor said, kissing him on the side of his head right around his temple. “Should I take you on more dates?” 

“I wouldn’t be against it.” Sigma replied.

Fyodor chuckled. “Excellent. I shall spoil you rotten, darling~”

Looks like the little bunny has fallen into the trap.

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Meanwhile, Nikolai was back at the manor- bored out of his mind. 

He had half a thought to pop into their date, but knew Fyodor would not be happy if he did. 

With not much left to do, he wandered down into the bunker and hopped on the computer. He began playing games. No matter how hard he tried to focus on them… he kept thinking about Sigma. 

He looked so gorgeous. The elegant way he walked his heels, the bounce of his long ponytail, the way his eyelashes fluttered as he blinked. 

Nikolai’s heart fluttered. 

His hand paused on the computer mouse. In the game he was playing (100% he was playing Fortnite), his character was being shot at brutally. However, he didn’t even notice. 

“Shit!” He said loudly. This was not because he noticed he was being shot at in his video game, but because he was so frustrated by his own feelings. Nikolai face-planted onto the keyboard. Who knows how long he stayed like that. 

Eventually he stood up and shut off the computer. Dragging his feet, he walked out of the bunker. Out of Fyodor’s room and into the hall- just as the front door opened. Fyodor and Sigma entered the home, laughing about one thing or another and holding hands. 

Nikolai couldn’t explain why- it had never bothered him before- but seeing them together… broke his heart. 

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The next few days were quite good for Fyodor and Sigma, but horrible for Nikolai. 

True, Fyodor allowed him to still sleep beside himself and Sigma in his bed. However, he’d often wake up to feel the bed shaking. When he’d open his eyes, he’d be greeted with the sight of Fyodor and Sigma going at it with each other. 

Leaving him out. 

Chapter 9

Notes:

WARNING: Mild Violence

Nikolai spent weeks and then months trying to get Sigma’s attention. He wanted just one moment alone with him. The clown found this particularly difficult as time went on, and months passed by from spring, to summer, to autumn.

Fyodor began to take up all of Sigma’s time. Whether it was reading together in Sigma’s reading nook, with the slender man on his lap, playing the piano together in the ballroom, or baking cookies together in the kitchen. When Fyodor had work to do in the bunker, Sigma went with him. Bathing together, sleeping together, they spent almost every moment together. They had even left the manor a few times to go on dates without Nikolai. Eventually, Nikolai was booted from the bedroom too. 

Sigma had all but forgotten that Fyodor planned to have him kill someone. It was completely enamored by what seemed to be a perfect romance, something from his books. Not just sex, but something much more. 

Nikolai was never one to wish Fyodor away from the manor. He loved Fyodor. He was the only one who understood him. Who knew about all of his... habits.

Even so, there was a deep-rooted jealousy building up inside him.

And jealousy was a dangerous thing. 

Finally, a day came in which Nikolai got a chance to be alone with Sigma. He stumbled  Fyodor’s little library, with the intention of going to the bunker to walk in on the two "unexpectedly" with the hopes of them allowing him to finally join. A desperate move, but one he was willing to take. He froze in the door frame of the office/library when he spotted Sigma, laying on Fyodor's desk, naked.

“Sigma-Chan!” He said, with a huge smile on his face. “I thought you were in the bunker with Dos-kun.” 

Sigma jumped. "Fuck!" He gasped. Then he noticed Nikolai. “He had to make an important call.” He replied, putting his book down and sitting up on the desk. 

Nikolai’s eyes scanned Sigma’s body. There were hickeys all over him, everywhere. The delicate man noticed his stare, which led him to blush and cover his crotch with his book. 

“Oh? Is that right?” Nikolai asked, averting his gaze quickly. 

There was an awkward pause. 

“Well… I’m sorry for interrupting your reading, Princess.” Nikolai said, bowing politely. He turned to leave. 

“Nikolai!” Sigma called out. He jumped off the desk. He wasn’t sure what propelled him to jump up like that… 

The white haired man froze. 

“I um…” Sigma’s voice trailed off. “I’ve missed you…” 

Nikolai slowly turned around to face him. His heart was racing. He was fighting back the urge to embrace Sigma. To hold him close in his arms. To kiss him… like they used to. 

The truth was... he missed his breath of spring. 

“Those earrings are new.” Nikolai said, in a colder tone than intended. He was referring to a pair of Ruby stud earrings lined with diamonds. 

“Oh… yes. Fyodor bought these for me.” Sigma said. 

“Ah.” Nikolai replied. “Well… you have always looked good in red.” 

Another awkward pause. 

The clown inhaled deeply. His brain was replaying the image of Sigma wearing that sexy red robe in front of the fireplace. His heart pounded. He wanted Sigma, badly. 

“Did… Did I do something wrong?” Sigma asked. 

“Hm?” Nikolai blinked. 

“You’ve been spending a lot of time in your room… and I just was worried…” The pretty man’s voice trailed off. 

There was no time for Nikolai to respond. Fyodor appeared from the secret passage into the library, wearing his black robe. His dark eyes darted from Sigma to Nikolai. How annoying. 

“Ah, Koyla.” He faked a smile. 

“Fyodor.” Sigma moved to his side. 

Nikolai felt his fists clench. 

“Darling, you should have put some clothes on after our… little rendezvous earlier.”  Fyodor removed his robe, revealing a pair of purple boxers underneath. He wrapped the robe around Sigma, covering him from Nikolai's view. He snaked an arm around his waist. 

The choice of that words… made Nikolai’s blood boil further. 

“I meant to… but this book has just been so interesting.” Sigma said. 

Fyodor chuckled. “My little bookworm.” His eyes locked on Nikolai’s, as he kissed Sigma on the cheek. 

“I hope you don’t mind me keeping Sigma-Chan company. He told me you had an important phone call.” The white haired man said. 

“Mmm, indeed.” Fyodor nodded. “I’m glad you mentioned that call. I have some news.” 

“Oh?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. 

“Hm?” Sigma cocked his head. 

“We have a very important event that we simply must attend a week from now.” Fyodor said. 

“We… as in…” Sigma’s voice trailed off. 

“All three of us.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma felt a little bit of dread and he wasn’t sure why, he hugged Fyodor's robe around his body. The robe smelled like cedarwood. 

“Ah! A field trip, eh?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. 

“Of sorts.” Fyodor nodded. 

“Where will we be going?” Sigma asked. 

“To a ball… in London, for the Holiday.” Fyodor told them both. 

“A ball?” Sigma raised an eyebrow. "As in a party?"

“Oh, yes an English ball, to celebrate Halloween.” Fyodor nodded. “And you will both be in disguises.” 

“Well… I do enjoy a good costume.” Nikolai replied, trying to act nonchalant. "And Halloween, is my favorite holiday." 

Fyodor chuckled. “Oh, I’m aware. You will be in charge of choosing the costumes. Remember: ballroom attire.” 

Nikolai felt a small rush of joy. Although it wasn't enough to satisfy his needs. 

Sigma was confused. “Why?” 

“Oh my, darling!” Fyodor pulled him even closer. “Do not worry. You will merely be posing as my date. Nikolai will pose as our body guard.” 

Sigma let out a small sigh of relief. He had been worried for a moment. 

“Ah, but… since this is a traditional ball, you will be posing as a woman.” Fyodor added. 

There was a pause. 

Then Nikolai burst out laughing. 

“Why the laughter, Koyla? Surely you believe Sigma is beautiful enough to pass as a lady. No?” Fyodor asked. 

“Oh~ He can definitely pass. I mean at first, I definitely thought...” Nikolai's trailed off as he continued to chuckle. “Pardon my laughter. It’s just… I can’t wait to see it.” This was the first time he had laughed like this in awhile. 

Sigma blushed. “Jeez, Nikolai! There’s no need to laugh! It's not that funny.” He crossed his arms. 

“You will be a beautiful woman, my rabbit.” Fyodor kissed Sigma on the cheek. 

Sigma let out an exasperated sigh. 

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Most of the next week was spent putting together everyone’s outfits for the ball- which Fyodor had left to Nikolai, a fan of disguises, costumes, and theatrics. He was so busy running around acquiring everything for their trip, he hardly had any time to worry about trying to get Sigma alone. 

The day before the ball, the three traveled by train to London. Late in the evening, they arrived at a charming historic hotel near Somerset House, where the ball would be held. 

Nikolai was almost certain Fyodor would make him sleep in a separate room, but he was relieved when the three of them checked into one room, with one bed. It would be the first time in a while he would have slept with the pair.

The room they were staying in was quite nice. It had fancy red wallpaper, old polished hardwood floors and gorgeous wooden hand-carved crown molding. There was an ornate red rug rolled out. A tall mahogany wardrobe as in one corner next to a gold leaf full length mirror. A smaller gold leaf mirror hung on the wall above the large bed which was covered in expensive red bedding. Two end tables were beside the bed on each side with a lamp on one and a phone on the other. A beige and gold chaise was at the foot of the bed. There was a luggage rack next to the door to the adjoining bedroom, which had a gorgeous clawfoot tub. The windows in the bedroom and bathroom overlooked the street, where dim street lamps glowed. 

“Ugh… I’m exhausted.” Sigma sat on the chaise. 

Fyodor and Nikolai stacked their luggage on the rack, and hung the zipper hanging bags up in the wardrobe. They had carried it all up the narrow steps. 

Fyodor chuckled. “From carrying all this luggage?” 

Sigma shot him a look. 

“Darling, I’m only teasing you.” Fyodor said. 

“Am I to sleep on this?” Nikolai asked cheekily as he sat on the chaise as well.

“Certainly not.” Fyodor told him. “We will all sleep together in the bed.” 

Sigma yawned. “Can we order food to be delivered? I don’t feel like traveling anymore.” 

“We'll order room service then.” Fyodor picked up a leather book off the end table with the phone. “Here, take a look at the menu, both of you.” He gave the menu to Sigma, and he and Nikolai glanced at it. 

“This is pretty fancy for a room service menu.” Nikolai said. “Pulling all the stops for this mission, huh Dos-kun~?” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Ah well, it’s also a chance to spoil my precious bunny rabbit.” Fyodor patted the top of Sigma’s head. 

The three ordered their meals, and they were delivered about thirty minutes later. Fyodor ordered a steak, cooked rare with garlic mashed potatoes. Nikolai ordered duck breast served with buttery Brussel sprouts. And Sigma ordered scallop and shrimp pasta with an alfredo sauce. In celebration of their trip, Fyodor ordered two bottles Prosecco. 

As the three enjoyed their meals, they shared the champagne. 

“A toast.” Fyodor lifted his glass. “To our first undercover mission together, as a trio.” 

“Are you positive we are a trio?" Nikolai replied, also raising his glass. He then laughed. "Kidding of course. How silly! Isn't bad luck to celebrate before though?" He changed the subject. 

Sigma stared at him.  Something was off…  a hint of resentment seemed to be layered in his tone.

“Ah, well… I’m confident this will go well.” Fyodor said.

"Yeah!" Sigma said awkwardly. "So, cheers..." 

The three toasted and drank. 

Fyodor grinned after the kiss. "Yes, what a good feeling I have. After all, it could be Sigma’s first kill.” 

Sigma choked on his champagne. “W-Wait… what? I thought…” 

Fyodor gave him a look. 

“I thought…” The slender man got very quiet, his voice trailing off. “Never mind…” 

“As your ‘bodyguard’, I won’t allow it to come down to that.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma looked at him. His eyes said: thank you.

Fyodor chuckled. “You have a habit of taking your roles too seriously.” He gave the clown an ominous look.

“I’m somewhat of a… method actor.” Nikolai replied, ignoring said look.  

“Hm.” Fyodor sneered. 

Sigma sighed, he drank the rest of his glass quickly and then refilled. 

This trip was going to be interesting…

Would he actually have to kill someone?  All of his dread from months ago was returning.

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After the three ate their dinner, they got changed and ready for bed. Fyodor slept in the middle, Sigma on the left, and Nikolai on the right. 

Fyodor was feeling pretty exhausted, and fell asleep right away. Whereas, neither Sigma nor Nikolai could sleep well. There was a bit of light streaming into the room from street lamps outside. Sigma rolled over and noticed Nikolai sitting up in bed. The clown was staring out the window, in a dissociative state.

Sigma sat up as well. “Nikolai?” He whispered.

The white haired man turned to look at Sigma. “Couldn’t sleep either?” He asked him. 

Sigma nodded. 

The two stared at each other for a moment. 

“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.” Nikolai told him. “And I’ll keep my promise to you.” 

Sigma smiled meekly. “Thank you.” 

“I wish it was just us in this bed right now.” Nikolai said quietly. 

This kind of caught Sigma by surprise. 

“Sorry…” Nikolai broke the eye contact they had been maintaining. “You probably wish it was just you and Fyodor in this bed. Huh?” 

“That’s not true.” Sigma told him. “I…meant it when I said I missed you a few days ago.” 

Nikolai looked at him again. Then, leaning over Fyodor, Sigma kissed him. The clown practically gasped into the kiss. Fuck. His hands went up to Sigma's face, cupping it and kissing him harder. His tongue invaded Sigma’s mouth. 

The kiss left them both panting. They stared at each other. That was the first kiss they had shared in a long time. 

“I need you.” Nikolai panted. “I need you now.” 

In that moment, Sigma felt the same. “The b-bathroom…” He said. 

Nikolai smiled. They slipped out of bed, in-sync, and they went to the bathroom. 

As soon as they were behind the closed door, Nikolai pushed Sigma against it. They kissed. 

“Sigma… Sigma… Sigma…” Nikolai kissed him over and over again while saying his name between kisses. 

Sigma gripped Nikolai’s button up red pajama top. He moaned. 

“Sigma…” Nikolai went down to his neck. “I have to have you...” He turned Sigma around and pressed his growing bulge against his upper thigh. “I’ve missed you so much…” 

Sigma had goosebumps. 

Nikolai was licking his neck. 

Sigma grabbed Nikolai’s hands and guided them to the rim of his silky pink pajama pants, using the clown’s hands to pull down his pants and lacey white underwear. He turned himself around to face the door. 

Nikolai’s eyes locked on Sigma’s bare ass. He could barely control himself. 

“We’ll need lube.” Sigma told him. 

“I’ll be right back with it.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma moved away from the door and Nikolai left the bathroom. Sigma stood there patiently waiting for him to return.

What he did not expect was Fyodor to enter the bathroom as well. 

“Darling.” Fyodor eyed him. 

Sigma's hands went to his own growing bulge. 

Nikolai walked in behind him. 

Fyodor’s eyes locked on Sigma’s covered erection. “If you were horny, you could have said something before I went to sleep.” 

“I…I” Sigma stuttered. 

Nikolai wouldn’t look at him, his dual colored eyes were locked on the tile floor. 

“Not to worry.” Fyodor took the lube out of Nikolai’s hands. He grabbed Nikolai by his arms and threw him down onto the closed toilet seat. “I’m here now.” 

“Dos-kun…” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor hushed him. Then he grabbed Sigma and kissed him deeply. Sigma whimpered. The dark haired man yanked down his own purple pajama pants, he backed Sigma up until he was against the wall. When their lips parted, he lubed up his shaft. 

“Fyodor…” Sigma gasped for air, his eyes locked on Nikolai who was behind Fyodor, sitting on the toilet seat with a solemn look on his face. 

Fyodor picked Sigma up off his feet, making the slender man gasp. He wrapped his legs around Fyodor for balance, leaning against the wall. With no prepping other than the lube on his dick, the Russian man pushed himself inside Sigma, who let out a loud cry. Pressing his back against the wall more, Fyodor started to fuck him- hard. 

Sigma’s pink orbs rolled back and then re-locked onto Nikolai’s.

Nikolai watched as Fyodor thrusted into Sigma. There was a fire burning inside him. 

Sigma whimpered. 

“So wonderful, as usual Sigma.” Fyodor grunted. 

“I…” Sigma tried to speak, but Fyodor kissed him. 

Sigma’s legs were shaking. 

Nikolai couldn’t look away, or… he wouldn’t look away. He stared at the scene before him, burning the image into his brain. 

Meanwhile, Fyodor was enjoying Sigma. This was to teach Nikolai a little lesson: Sigma belonged to him.

Sigma tightened around him. He bit his lip. His eyes darted to Fyodor's. 

“Oh?” Fyodor chuckled breathlessly. “So you’re going to finish already? I know that look.” 

Sigma whimpered. The Russian man was smiling… in a way that was slightly terrifying. He closed his eyes and his body shook, he finished with a shudder. 

As soon as he was all done, Fyodor put Sigma down. He man-handled him, bending him over the toilet. He was face first in Nikolai's lap. 

Nikolai glared at Fyodor as he re-entered Sigma and started to fuck him right there.

“I’m sorry…” Sigma said quietly. He winced. Fyodor was so angry, he hadn't applied extra lube, and this kind of hurt. 

All Nikolai could do was rub his head gently. His beautifully colored eyes were full of rage and locked on Fyodor’s purple-red ones. 

Grinning a wicked grin, Fyodor thrusted until he came inside Sigma. After, he pulled out quickly and backed off. He let out a loud sigh. “Since you wanted to be of help Koyla…” He gripped a fist-full of Nikolai’s white hair, causing the man to wince. “You can clean Sigma up.” He released Nikolai’s hair. Then, he left the bathroom. 

Sigma had started crying into Nikolai’s lap.  What the hell was that about? 

Nikolai continued to rub Sigma’s head. That was… a cruel thing Fyodor had done. He had hurt Sigma in the process of trying to hurt Nikolai. This was not something Nikolai took lightly. “Hush now, my dear… It’s going to be alright.” He guided Sigma upright. Sigma winced, his legs were shaking like a baby deer. Nikolai turned Sigma around and used some toilet paper to gently wipe him clean. 

Sigma winced and whimpered. The toilet paper felt like sandpaper. 

“Oh…” Nikolai was alarmed, as he found some blood. His entire body felt like it was going to burst. “I need to get something to help.” He said, his voice shaking. 

Sigma slowly nodded. He didn’t know what Nikolai had found, but he knew it must not be good. His ass was burning… it was on fire inside. 

Nikolai slid off the toilet and returned to the bedroom.

Fyodor had returned to the bed, he was sitting up tucked under the covers, visibly pissed off. 

Without saying a word to the dark haired man, Nikolai opened his suitcase, took out his cape and reached inside it. He pulled out a small container of Vaseline. “And what calls for that?” Fyodor asked him. 

Nikolai refused to look at him. “It’s for Sigma. You hurt him… if you even care.” He went back into the bathroom. 

Sigma’s legs were shaking so much, clearly confused and scared. 

Seeing this, broke Nikolai’s heart. He gently hugged the man from the side. 

“It’s going to be alright.” He said, and slid back onto the toilet. “Let me know if it hurts…” He began to apply some Vaseline to Sigma’s asshole, being as gentle as he could. 

Sigma winced, but noted that any burning he had felt was slightly subsiding with the gel. 

Nikolai slid off the toilet again and collected Sigma’s pajama pants and underwear.

"This lace is going to hurt. I'll get you a pair of boxers." 

He left the room and returned quickly with a breezy pair of white boxers. They'd be too big on Sigma, but that would be good right now since he was in pain. 

“I’m sorry.” Sigma whispered to Nikolai, accepting the boxers. 

Their eyes met. 

“You did absolutely nothing wrong.” Nikolai whispered back. He kissed his forehead quietly. He helped him dress. Then they both returned to the bedroom. 

“I apologize for hurting you, darling.” Fyodor said. "That was... a mistake." 

Sigma stared at him a moment. Then, without a word, he climbed into bed and pulled the blankets way-over his head. 

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The next morning, Sigma was pissed. 

What the fuck, was that for? He didn’t think Fyodor got jealous, but now he wasn’t so sure. What had occurred the night before… seemed like pure anger and jealousy. Yes, Fyodor must be jealous of Nikolai.

These past few months, Sigma had thought Fyodor was trying to make him feel special,  spending all that time with him. Even if he was just plaything, something he created, he was spoiling him with gifts, dates, and time. In reality though… he had been keeping Sigma away from Nikolai. 

The hotel hosted a buffet-style breakfast in the restaurant connected downstairs, but Sigma refused to get out of bed. So, Nikolai and Fyodor went downstairs together after dressing. Getting a table for two, they sat in the restaurant after selecting some breakfast items to eat from the serving table. 

“I apologize for my behavior last night.” Fyodor said to Nikolai. 

“I think you need to apologize to Sigma again.” Nikolai replied.

“I plan on it.” Fyodor told him. “However... I was a little harsh towards you as well.” 

Nikolai shrugged. "That was not out of the ordinary for you Fyodor. When you get cross with someone, you act out." 

There was a pause. 

“So… you do love him.” Fyodor said. “I can see that now, in your eyes as you speak, defending him." 

Nikolai made eye contact with him. “You caught me. I love him, very much apparently.” 

“Hm.” Fyodor smiled. “Then you must realize how important it is to make him ‘one of us’ on this trip.” 

Nikolai blinked. Then he slowly nodded. 

Although, he had no intention of keeping his promise to Fyodor. Not now. It was clear… killing someone wouldn’t benefit Sigma.  Nikolai refused to be the one to put him through something so traumatizing. He loved him, truly.

Nikolai nodded along. 

He was beginning to hatch a plan of his very own… one to protect Sigma instead. 

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After breakfast concluded, Fyodor and Nikolai headed back upstairs to Sigma. They brought with them: a waffles with whip cream and some breakfast tea. When they opened the door to the hotel room, they found Sigma buried under the blankets still. The two exchanged glances.

Fyodor sat down on the edge of the bed. “Darling…” He spoke in a soft voice. 

Sigma didn’t budge. 

Fyodor pulled back the blankets to reveal- nothing but pillows and a handwritten note on a piece of paper from the hotel notepad. The note read: “Went sight-seeing. I will be back in time for the ball. -Sigma” 

Nikolai’s heart started racing. “Well um… looks like we lost him.” He chuckled nervously. 

“This could be bad.” Fyodor stood up. “Sigma has virtually no worldly experience .” 

Fyodor glanced around the room and noted that his wallet was missing from the end table where he had left it. 

"Pretty sharp for not having worldly experience." Nikolai commented on the discovery.

Fyodor glared at him. "Not helping." 

“Sorry! How about...I go look for him?” He suggested. 

Fyodor let out an annoyed sigh. “I have a few calls to make before this evening, so I will have to send you alone.”  

“Righto… well I suppose I better be off then…” Nikolai said. 

“Here.” Fyodor handed him a room key. Then he dug through his suitcase and picked out one of his many cell phones, giving that to Nikolai as well. “Go find Sigma, take one of my phones.” 

Nikolai nodded and left the room. As soon as he was outside in the hallway, he sank to the floor. He was actually shaking. This ignited a fear deep within him.

A fear of losing Sigma. Of never getting to tell him how he truly felt… 

The clown stood up. He had to go find him. 

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Nikolai quickly left the hotel. Wandering outside, he tried to think of a place Sigma would go to. A cafe? Possibly. He skipped breakfast after all. Or maybe shopping? He was into fashion, particularly women's fashion, so that was a possibility. However, something just didn’t feel right about those options. He glanced up and down the street. He noticed on a nearby lamppost, was a flyer that was very eye-catching. The flyer was black with colorful butterflies on it. In big letters it read “The Butterfly Trail.” Under those words was an address, and it wasn’t very far away. A butterfly garden? Bingo. Sigma always loved to watch the butterflies in the garden. He would do so for hours, even keeping a journal of the butterflies he would find. 

Nikolai plugged the address into the GPS on the cellphone. It was almost a twenty minute walk. He shook his head. “Fuck it.” He twirled into his cape, re-appearing in front of the Outernet Art Gallery, where the butterfly exhibit was located. A passerby jumped at his sudden appearance. 

“Oh, sorry~” Nikolai stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth before disappearing and reappearing again inside of the restroom located in the building. “Ah, perfect.” He fixed himself in the mirror, making sure he looked good, and left the bathroom.

The clown stuck out like a sore thumb with his cape as he made his way down the hallway following the signs for the butterfly exhibit. After finding the room with the exhibit, he was immediately greeted with what looked like, at first glance, a room that had sectioned areas of butterflies. How did they train the butterflies to stay in their sections? Taking a closer look, however, Nikolai realized it was large screens projecting the images of butterflies. So they were not real butterflies... just those created. 

Standing in front of one screen, staring at beautiful blue and black colored butterflies called Morpho Didius, was Sigma. He had dressed himself casually in a tight black turtleneck, cream colored wool cardigan, beige flare dress pants, and black loafers. His hair was in a messy top bun and he had accessorized with pearl earrings and a beige scarf. Nikolai approached the feminine man.

A few people stared at him and his appearance as he crossed the room. That cape? Must be something for Halloween. Right?  On-lookers seemed a bit concerned for the pretty person he was approaching. 

“Sigma…” He spoke in a soft voice. 

Even with the nice tone, Sigma jumped. 

“Oh fuck!” He noticed the white haired man. “Nikolai…” 

“Yeah, it’s just me.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma sighed in relief and went back to staring at the projected butterflies. “You know… I thought these would be real butterflies. Turns out they are fake. They aren’t real. Just like… I’m not real either.” 

Nikolai didn’t know what to say other than “You are real Sigma.” 

“I mean… I wasn’t meant to be here on this earth. I’m not a real human. I have no family. No where I came from. I’m just like these butterflies… I was projected into existence for the enjoyment and convenience of others.” Sigma’s voice became very sad sounding.

“Sigma…” Nikolai moved closer to him. He reached out to touch him. Sigma flinched at his touch. “Hey… I’m not going to hurt you. I would never…” The white haired man's voice trailed off as he got emotional. “I would never hurt you.” 

Sigma softened and relaxed. He allowed Nikolai to hug him.

The on-lookers looked relieved at this. 

“I’m sorry… I just feel…” Sigma paused. "I don't know..." 

“Sigma… there’s something I need to tell you.” Nikolai said as he held him close. 

“Hm?” Sigma was fighting back tears.

“I…” Nikolai stuttered. “I love you.” He swallowed his own salvia hard, trying to fix the dryness he felt in his throat saying that. 

There was a pause. 

“I-In what way?” Sigma needed clarification.

Nikolai smiled at the innocence in is question. Surely no one had ever said those words before to Sigma. There's no way Fyodor had uttered those words. “I’m in love with you. As in, romantically. As in- I want you to be mine . No, not just that, there’s so much I want for us.” He explained. “So much I’ve fantasized about…” 

Sigma pulled back from the hug but held onto Nikolai, looking directly into his eyes. “Tell me what you want exactly; spare no detail.” 

Nikolai blushed at this. He took a deep breath. “I want to care for you, like a boyfriend or a husband does. I want to make love to you every night. I want to be your family, Sigma. I am in love with you in every romantic sense you can imagine… and these past few months I’ve been envisioning this life with you… this life I can’t have.” 

The tears welling up in the corners of Sigma’s pretty pink eyes finally fell, dripping down his cheeks. “Have I been playing with your emotions? I never meant to…”

“Don’t cry.” Nikolai kissed Sigma’s forehead. “When I said you were my everything… I was trying my best to tell you how I felt. I suppose I wasn’t clear enough, I'm finding I am not good with words when it counts. I'll say I love Fyodor as many times as I like...but this... this is different. Yes, this is different. It's different because... I feel like...you can love me back eventually. Dos-kun...he can't feel love. Not like this. Not like I feel for you.” 

“Nikolai…I…” Sigma tried to speak. No one had said those words before... this kind of love... was true. It was beyond just sexual attraction. Yes, this was love. This was what humans longed for, according to his romance novels. 

“Please…” Nikolai stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips. “There’s no need to respond. I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings. Let me take care of you…regardless.” 

Sigma gently moved Nikolai’s hand away from his mouth. “What if I do reciprocate your feelings?” 

“Hm?” Nikolai blinked. 

Sigma blushed, his breath became shaky. “I’m so damn attracted to you.” He clung to Nikolai’s vest. “Even standing here right now… my body… wants you.”  He lowered his voice. 

“Sigma…” Nikolai blushed. 

“That’s not all though.” Sigma grabbed Nikolai’s hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was racing. “Do you feel my heart? This is how it beats around you. It's like I'm running a race. I don't feel this way near Fyodor."   

Nikolai smiled. 

Sigma told him. “I feel like… to Fyodor… I’m this idea. It’s nice that he spoils me and takes me on dates. The sex with him is good, when he’s not overly rough with me. Yes, I’ve become okay with basically being his… plaything. I have accepted that’s my role. But I want more from a relationship, I want a deep connection…” 

“You are most certainly way more than a plaything to me.” Nikolai told him.  

Sigma’s face turned red. “And that’s why I know… I love you too.” 

Nikolai kissed him passionately. Sigma whimpered into the kiss. 

When their lips parted Nikolai spoke in a breathy voice. “But the sex is good with me too… right ?” 

Sigma rolled his eyes. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Come on now, I had to."

Sigma glanced around and sighed. They were in public. He leaned in closer and whispered into Nikolai’s ear. “Next time we are alone… I want you to do as you said. Make love to me. Take your time and give me everything you’ve wanted to give me.” 

Goosebumps appeared on Nikolai’s body. He leaned in and whispered. “I will look you right in the eyes, while I do just that.” 

Sigma kissed him. This kiss took both of their breath away. What a beautiful scene it was, to kiss the one they loved, surrounded by digital butterflies. 

“Do we really have to go back?” Sigma asked quietly after the kiss. 

“We have to.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma looked disappointed.

“But… we don’t need to go back right away. ” Nikolai added.  

Sigma smiled. Nikolai offered his hand and the slender man accepted it. They walked along the trail of butterflies together, looking at the fake but beautiful bugs.

This was their very own makeshift date. 

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Fyodor was pacing back and forth in the hotel room. Not a word from Nikolai… It was getting to the point that he was going to go looking for them both if they didn’t show up soon. He was beyond angry. 

Just then, the door clicked. It slowly opened and Nikolai walked in. Sigma was behind him, holding his hand tightly. 

Fyodor eyed Sigma’s outfit. Cute. “That was quite a long time to be missing.” He said sternly. 

“Ah well, Sigma got hungry on the way back. It couldn’t be helped.” Nikolai tossed Fyodor’s wallet at him. 

Fyodor caught it right before it hit him in the face. He glared at Nikolai. 

Sigma walked past Nikolai and right up to Fyodor, standing between them. He bowed politely. “I’m sorry if I worried you.” 

After a moment, Fyodor patted him on the head. “It’s my own doing. Do not apologize.” 

Sigma slowly lifted his head and looked at Fyodor, who gently held his hand.  “I am the one who should be sorry.” He planted a kiss on his hand. “After all, I am the one who hurt you.” He gripped his hand. “Never run away again.” His eyes met Sigma’s sparkly pink eyes. There was an intense look in them.

“I think Sigma-Chan just needed space.” Nikolai came to his lover's defense.

Sigma gulped and he nodded. “Y-Yes. I wasn’t running away. I just needed some time on my own.” 

Fyodor stared into the slender man's soul with his dark eyes. Sigma felt goosebumps appearing on his skin. Fyodor’s hands moved to Sigma’s waist. He pulled him in for a kiss. 

The kiss made Sigma’s heart leap. Even so…it was nothing like the kiss with Nikolai on The Butterfly Trail. When their lips parted, Fyodor ran his thumb over Sigma’s bottom lip. 

“My turn Dos-kun~” Nikolai pushed his way between them.

“Very well.” Fyodor figured Nikolai wanted a kiss next. He allowed this to avoid further conflict. He needed Sigma to attend the ball.

Giggling, Nikolai grabbed Sigma suddenly and plunged him into a dip. He kissed him passionately. Sigma’s hands jolted up to Nikolai’s vest, clinging to it.

Fyodor stared at the two.  “Koyla…I do believe it’s my turn once more.” He said, after a few moments. 

Nikolai regrettably pulled back from Sigma. Fyodor grabbed him by the chin and planted a soft kiss on the clown’s mouth, catching the white haired man off-guard. 

Sigma watched them kiss in front of him. It was unfortunately... turning him on. 

“Now then… we should get ready for the ball. It's going to take awhile to get into our costumes.” Fyodor said after the kiss. “Koyla, I’ll need you to style Sigma’s hair and-“ 

“Um!” Sigma cut him off. 

“Hm?” Fyodor and Nikolai turned their attention to him.

Blushing Sigma looked at the two men. “Do we have to get ready… right this second?” 

Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged glances. Then they both looked at Sigma. 

“Sigma… are you a bit horny per chance?” Nikolai asked outright. 

Sigma huffed. “You don’t have to ask it like that!” His face was all red. He attempted to hide it with his hands. 

Fyodor gripped his wrists and uncovered his face. “Tell us what you want, darling~”

Sigma’s eyes got wide. “I-I…” 

“Go on~” Nikolai encouraged him. "We will give you want you want." His eyes shifted to Fyodor's. 

“Yes, I am very interested in what my rabbit will say.” the Russian man nodded with a small smirk. 

“I want… you both…” Sigma felt embarrassed for some reason. 

“Us both to…do what exactly?” Nikolai teased him. 

Sigma glared at the clown. “Pleasure me. Both of you.” He snapped.

Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged glances again. 

“It’s been awhile.” Fyodor said, shrugging, allowing this for now. 

“Whose fault is that?” Nikolai replied. 

The dark haired man chuckled  in response. Then the two moved in on Sigma; Nikolai grabbed him from the front and Fyodor from behind. 

“Ah!” Sigma exclaimed right before Nikolai’s lips crashed against his. He whimpered. Fyodor groped him from behind, running along the curves near his hips. 

“So… you wish to be pampered, huh?” Fyodor spoke into his ear, causing the slender man to gasp. "Like a princess?" 

“You want double the attention? How greedy…” Fyodor teased him. 

“N-No… I…” Sigma said breathlessly.

“I think Sigma has missed me~” Nikolai said joyfully. “This is why we need to share, Dos-kun~” He kissed Sigma’s neck. 

Fyodor chuckled. “Laying it on thick, I see.” 

Nikolai grinned. “I have needs…you know…” He slid off Sigma’s cardigan. 

“Hm.” Fyodor removed Sigma’s scarf and then pulled his turtleneck over his head.

With the slender man’s upper body exposed, both went down on the soft skin, kissing opposite sides of his neck. 

“F-Fuck…” Sigma sighed happily. 

Nikolai giggled. He tugged at Sigma’s pants. Pulling them down, he exposed the white lace floral patterned panties he had on. He removed Sigma’s shoes and pants completely. 

“Oh wow…” Fyodor nipped at Sigma’s ear. He was glancing down at the bulge in Sigma’s panties from over his shoulder. 

At the same time Sigma could feel Fyodor’s boner against his ass. He looked at Nikolai with nervous eyes. Nikolai cupped his face and kissed him. This immediately put Sigma at ease. He nearly forgot that Fyodor was there. He moaned. Fyodor slipped his fingers into the panties and pulled them down.

Now that Sigma was naked, Nikolai and Fyodor stripped. 

Sigma stood there and watched the two undress. When they were naked, they led Sigma to the chaise. Fyodor bent him over on all fours. Nikolai grabbed the lube and took his position behind Sigma. Fyodor moved to the front of Sigma, stroking his cock in this astonished face. 

Sigma’s pink eyes shifted up to the Russian man’s. Nikolai was going to prep him, which meant Sigma would have to entertain Fyodor in the meantime. He opened his mouth. 

Smirking, Fyodor slid his cock inside. At the same time, Nikolai slid two very lubricated fingers inside Sigma’s opposite end . This caused Sigma to whimper. He sucked down on Fyodor’s shaft, his brain trying its best to focus. Fyodor start fuck Sigma’s mouth while Nikolai fingered him until his knees were weak, all while they both whispered words of praise at him. Once Nikolai was satisfied with how relaxed Sigma was, he withdrew his fingers. He nodded at Fyodor, who pulled out of Sigma’s mouth. The feminine man gasped for air. 

“Go lay down on your back.” Nikolai told Fyodor harshly.

“Wow. Ordering me around Koyla?” Fyodor asked with a deep laugh. 

“I hope you don’t mind~” Nikolai teased him. "I think we can both agree that leadership is earned." 

Fyodor sighed. He’d play along. He wanted to make up for yesterday, and clearly, Sigma wanted some time with Nikolai. He laid down on the bed. 

Nikolai offered his clean hand to Sigma, who stood up on his wobbly legs doe-like legs. “Right this way my dear~” He said in a sing-song voice. He led Sigma to the bed. Then he gestured for Sigma to lay on top of Fyodor, but on his back instead of facing him. Sigma carefully draped his body backwards. This put the back of his head on Fyodor’s shoulder. He glanced at Fyodor, blushing.

“Wonderful! How intimate~!” Nikolai crawled onto the bed. Kneeling next to the two, he positioned Sigma’s hips. After that, he helped to guide Fyodor’s shaft inside Sigma’s tight ass hole.

Sigma bit his lip. Fyodor’s eyes had locked on his. A whimper slipped out when Fyodor bottomed out inside him.

Nikolai giggled. “There you go!” He moved between Sigma’s open legs. “I’ll be down here~” Licking his lips, Nikolai went down on Sigma’s erection. He greeted the pretty pink tip with a series of kitten-like licks and kisses. 

Sigma squirmed. Fyodor wrapped his arms around him. “Be still.” He held him and began to thrust from below. 

Sigma’s eyes widened. Nikolai had engulfed his dick and was sucking down while Fyodor was thrusting. This felt so good. He moaned. 

Fyodor silenced these moans with a kiss. This position was excellent for pleasuring Sigma. The Russian man wanted him to be pleased so that he may forgive his previous roughness. 

At the same time, Nikolai deepthroated his cock. 

Sigma was moaning into the kisses. Fyodor kissed him harder, invading his mouth with his tongue. His strong arms tightened around Sigma. His thrusts increased in speed. Their lips parted and the two stared at each other. 

Meanwhile, the white haired man felt Sigma’s dick throbbing inside his mouth already. He pulled back on sucking. Using his arms to balance himself above Sigma and Fyodor, Nikolai moved up and kissed Sigma. The slender man whimpered. After the kiss, Nikolai moved to Fyodor. He kissed him, causing the Russian man to moan. This sent goosebumps up the clown’s skin. They looked at each other after the kiss. Nikolai watched as Fyodor quivered. He turned and kissed Sigma again, moaning into this kiss.

Sigma felt a rush of warmness filling him from the inside. Fyodor was finishing inside him- and he was shaking. 

The Russian man's thrusts slowed and then stopped. 

Nikolai giggled, watching this unfold beneath him. 

Sigma pulled back from the kiss, he looked at Nikolai with desperate eyes. He wanted to finish too. 

Nikolai allowed Fyodor to completely finish, then he moved off of them both. “It’s my turn now, Dos-kun.” He grabbed Sigma by the hands and pulled him off of Fyodor.

Fyodor was panting. He missed the warmth of Sigma, but he was too exhausted to move. He laid there and watched as Nikolai pulled Sigma in for a passionate kiss. 

The pair’s eyes locked on each other. Sigma felt Nikolai’s breath against his face. His long eyelashes didn’t move, his pink eyes didn’t blink. He just stared into the clown’s dual colored eyes.

Nikolai felt a deep hunger inside him coming out, it was going to be released any moment. He kissed Sigma again, his hand finding its place on his lower back to pull him in closer. 

Sigma started to lean back on the bed, pulling Nikolai on top of him as they kissed. 

Nikolai let out a moan. His tongue pushed its way into Sigma’s mouth. Fully trusting the lubricant and other fluids inside of this partner, he spread Sigma’s legs and arched his body. Fumbling a bit, he finally found where he needed to insert himself. The two hadn’t stopped kissing through that all. Nikolai pushed inside Sigma, who let out a very loud and high-pitched moan- unlike any of his before. This would be the first time he had taken Sigma like this in a very long time… he’d make it count. 

The sound caused even Fyodor to blush. The exhausted dark haired man looked on.

Nikolai pulled back from the kiss, which left them both panting. Each other’s saliva dripped down their chins. Nikolai started to thrust in and out. His left hand found its way to Sigma’s right. He intertwined their fingers and held his hand pinned down to the mattress. 

“F-Fuck…” Sigma whispered, breathlessly. His free hand tried to pull Nikolai closer. 

“You want me closer?” Nikolai asked. 

Sigma nodded. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Fuck, I’ve missed you baby.” He let go of his hand and slid both arms under Sigma. He pulled him closer, so that their bodies practically melted together. 

Sigma whimpered. 

Nikolai was losing his mind. He thrusted harder. 

Sigma’s face was completely red. Damn. There was a huge difference in having sex with Nikolai vs Fyodor. Fyodor was good at fucking, Nikolai was good at love making. His fragile arms wrapped around his partner too. He hugged him tightly. 

With his lips pressed against Sigma’s ear, Nikolai spoke. “I love you.” It was loud, distinct and purposeful. He moaned after. 

Fyodor bit his tongue. 

Sigma’s eyes widened realizing what Nikolai had done. What he had declared in front of Fyodor. This man risked his own safety by saying this, surely. There was no way…right? Yet... Heart racing, he said clearly “I love you Nikolai.” Adding his name so that this phrase could not be mistaken. It wasn’t for anyone else- just Nikolai. His mind slipped. He was finishing at last. It was a sweet release.

Smiling, in-total-bliss, Nikolai panted. He was finishing too. His warm love juices filling Sigma from the inside, making his lower torso shake. 

Sigma continued to hold on to Nikolai. In fact, he practically death-gripped him. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to see Fyodor’s face right now. He wanted to be alone at this moment with Nikolai. 

Nikolai was still unloading. He had so much pent up for Sigma, and he was finally able to release the tension. 

“Kiss me.” Sigma said desperately. 

Nikolai kissed him without hesitation. 

Meanwhile, Fyodor observed their every movement.

Well, fuck. This was a problem.

Notes:

My Dear Readers,

This chapter was for the Siglai nation. ILY. Please accept this small morsel of justice for Nikolai.

-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 10

The room turned to chaos when it was time to get ready for the ball, because they had lost some time due to their Ménage à trois.

Nikolai was fussing over Sigma, as he was the one-in-all stylist, doing his hair, makeup, and nails for the special occasion.

At the same time, Fyodor had been drilling the “backstory” for their disguised “characters” at the ball, into both of their heads. He had no time to think about what had occurred between Nikolai and Sigma. That was not relevant right now. 

Sigma’s split colored long hair was styled in an elegant updo with a few loose pieces that were curled along with his bangs. A gorgeous and expensive ruby studded hair clip was holding it up in the back of his head, holding the updo together. His makeup was heavier than usual, with thick cat-eye eyeliner and red eyeshadow that popped against his pale skin. Nikolai had very carefully glued on fake eyelashes as well, and coated them with black mascara. A light pink lip-stain covered his soft lips. 

Then came the layers of clothes. First he had to put on a bra that had two silicone inserts sewn in to make it appear as if he had a chest. Then there was the nude under-bust corset. Nikolai tightly laced Sigma in, adding more curve to his waist.

Nikolai helped Sigma into the dress. It was a mermaid-style red velvet dress with a lace turtleneck collar and long draping velvet sleeves. On his feet: red velvet flat shoes that had red ribbons to tie around his ankles and form a bow at the back of his heel. A gorgeous black feather fan, and his ruby red earrings were accessories.

Sigma stared at his own reflection in the full length mirror, absolutely fascinated with how stunning he looked as a woman. This felt right. Yes, this was who he was meant to be. Right? He shook his head. No, this was just a disguise. Nothing more...right?

Fyodor put on a black tuxedo with a black ruffled dress shirt, red neck tie, and a red velvet vest that matched Sigma’s dress. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a red bow at the back. His dress shoes were polished nicely.

Next to Nikolai, the two looked like vampires. Nikolai was the stark opposite in a white ruffled dress shirt, light blue bow tie, and white dress pants. Instead of a jacket, he had his cape on, along with black and white dress shoes. Meanwhile, his hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of his head. He wore a black eyepatch over his green eye. He appeared to be quite angelic in comparison. 

The three looked quite... interesting... as a trio. 

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With Fyodor and Sigma in the back seat, Nikolai drove them to Somerset House using a black Jaguar car he had rented for the evening.

During the car ride, Fyodor had some time to think. And he couldn’t stop thinking about Nikolai and Sigma intertwined. He was getting rather annoyed with himself, as these thought were making him surprisingly... horny. He was half-hard almost the entire car ride. It didn't help that Sigma looked absolutely beautiful beside him. Just like... she did. His past love...

Overlooking the River Thames, Somerset House was a stunning Renaissance gallery, built as a palace originally. As they got closer,  the line for valet became apparent; wrapping around the large fountain. 

Sigma took a deep breath as they waited their turn to park the car. “Do you really think I’ll pass?” He asked nervously. 

Fyodor reached over and touched his hand. “You look absolutely stunning. Yes, you will pass.” 

Sigma let out a sigh of relief. A part of him wanted to see what it would be like, being a woman. He looked in the rear mirror and made eye contact with Nikolai’s one exposed eye. The clown nodded, which put Sigma further at ease. 

“Just… stay as quiet as possible.” Fyodor added. "Follow my lead." 

Sigma nodded. “Very well.” 

A older, very English looking man dressed like a typical butler, opened the passenger door on Fyodor’s side of the car. 

Fyodor stepped out.

The butler politely handed him a card. “Sir.” He nodded to Fyodor. “Your itinerary for the evening.”

“Thank you.” Fyodor carefully took the card and glanced it over. 

Meanwhile, Nikolai got out and walked around the car. He opened Sigma’s door before the butler could. He offered a hand and helped Sigma out of the car. 

“You‘ve got this.” He whispered. 

Sigma grimaced. He was so nervous. He wanted to blend in. His worst fear...was being called a fraud. He... he wanted to pass as a woman. He wanted to be a woman... at least for the night. Yeah. 

The clown leaned in closer. “I love you.” 

Sigma’s heart fluttered at those words. Their eyes met briefly and he felt calmer. 

Nikolai walked Sigma around the car as the butler slid into the driver’s seat to valet the car. 

Fyodor offered his arm to Sigma and the slender man, who appeared as a woman tonight, accepted the arm. He held it close and tight. 

The “script” for their so-called backstory played in Sigma’s head as they approached the palace before them. His name tonight was: Bella. Nikolai’s name was Jacob and Fyodor’s was Edward. His role was...Edward’s fiancée. And Nikolai- as Jacob- was the body guard of the wealthy pair.  This was a relief for Sigma. The real reason for attending the ball was unknown. Fyodor and Nikolai were keeping him in the dark about it. Oddly, he was okay with this. It certainly helped with his nerves. 

“So on the schedule for tonight is as follows: cocktail hour, dinner, then the ball itself. It seems desserts and additional cocktails will be available during the ball in the adjacent gallery, and pipes or cigars for the men in the library.” Fyodor recited from the itinerary. “When I am attending to business- you must stay with Bella. Do not forget.” He looked to Nikolai. 

“Yes, Sir Edward.” Nikolai did an over-dramatic salute and moved to Sigma’s free side. 

Sigma elbowed the clown. “Stop being so goofy.” He hissed. 

“Then, I shall be suave instead.” Nikolai smirked, putting on a show. 

Sigma blushed, and held back a laugh.

Fyodor rolled his eyes. 

In the foyer of Somerset House they were greeted by men and women in tightly tailored suits with ear pieces in acting as security. 

For some reason Sigma started to sweat at the sight. Even though he knew they would find any sort of weapons on the trio, he was nervous. Fyodor's bare hands were the weapon. He had not forgotten.

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After a brief moment or so, the three men were cleared by security. With their arms unlinked now, Fyodor moved one around Sigma’s waist. They saw some other guests as they followed the red-rope stanchions into the Courtauld Gallery, where the cocktail hour was being held.

The Courtauld Gallery was a large room with white walls that had white wooden trim and crown molding with light wooden floors. On the ceiling there was an opulent design made of the white trim and in the center was a beautiful fresco. Sigma’s eyes widened as he entered the room. There were various still-life paintings hanging in gold frames on the gallery walls. Some light music played in room. Some expensive looking baby blue and silver striped couches and chairs were set up in various corners with small metal and glass cocktail tables beside them. Along the back wall, there was a temporary bar set up with three bartenders serving drink.

There were a decent amount of people in this room, but not as many as Sigma expected. Due to this, any time someone entered the room, most of the guests turned to look. 

Sigma felt uncomfortable. 

“Are you alright?” Fyodor noticed his stare.

 “I thought there would be more people, I feel like it will be harder to blend in.” Sigma whispered. 

Fyodor chuckled. “The night is early darling. Most people won’t arrive until dinner.” 

“Sooo, are we hitting the bar orrrr~” Nikolai’s voice trailed off. He noted the need for a change in the subject. Sigma needed to be distracted, that was obvious.

“Perhaps we should. A drink might calm down my dear Bella.” Fyodor said, picking up on Nikolai's intention. 

As the three walked to the bar together, Sigma could hear the whispers from some of the women: 

“She looks like a supermodel, so tall and thin.” One woman said. 

“And clear skin too.” Another chimed in.

“Her dress… her dress is so gorgeous…” A third one added. 

Sigma let out an actual sigh of relief when they reached the bar. At least they believed he was a woman. 

“I told you, my dear.” Nikolai leaned in close to Sigma’s ear. 

Sigma looked at him and nodded. 

Fyodor let go of Sigma’s waist and began ordering drinks for all three of them. “Two Smokey Joes, and one Cosmo for my darling fiancé.” 

Nikolai held back a cringe. Sigma posing as Fyodor’s fiancé wasn’t something he was happy about, nor was it something he had anticipated.

They each grabbed their drinks as they were put up onto the counters. After, they made their way over to one of the corners of the room. Fyodor and Sigma sat on a couch together. Nikolai sat in a chair next to them. Sigma sipped his cocktail.

What were they supposed to do now?

He noticed Fyodor’s eyes were on the door as he sipped his own drink.

It was like he was searching for.... someone.

His purple-red eyes widened suddenly.

Sigma turned his head to the door to see what Fyodor was looking at. An absolutely beautiful woman entered the room. The woman had green eyes and long blonde hair with straight bangs. Her long princess-like blonde locks were styled in a gorgeous braided updo. There were two emerald and gold clips on each side of the updo. She wore an emerald green sweetheart-cut ball gown with a corset back and off-the-shoulder straps. She had on a pair of black pointed pumps. Accessory wise- she had gold drop shaped earrings, a gold necklace with tiny pearls on it, and black lace gloves. Her make up was simple, but beautiful with Ruby red lipstick. 

Fyodor stared at the woman, who was escorted by a man with long silver blue hair, and eyes to match. The man’s long hair was pulled into an elegant ponytail at the back of his head, decorated with a large black bow. He was wearing an emerald green suit. This jacket included long coattails. This was paired with a white ruffled button down, an emerald green neck scarf and a black vest. His black heeled dress shoes were polished and shining, and he had black gloves on his hands. 

Overall, he was a pretty man. Like Sigma, he had a sort of feminine elegance to him. He was graceful. 

The man seemed to notice the classical music playing in the room and looked delighted. Meanwhile, the woman’s green eyes scanned the room, and locked on Fyodor. Smiling a bit, she nodded.  

Fyodor stood up from the couch. “Hold this for me, darling.” He handed his drink to Sigma. He walked off towards the woman.

Nikolai was alone with Sigma now, at last.

Sigma took a big sip of his drink, finishing it. "Who is that woman?” He asked, putting both his empty glass and Fyodor’s drink down on the nearby cocktail table. 

“Hm?” Nikolai glanced over. “Oh. That’s Agatha, an acquaintance of Dos-Kun... or Lord Edward, really. He has some business to discuss with her tonight.” 

“Oh…” Sigma fidgeted with his dress. 

“Are you alright?” Nikolai observed his behavior.

“Y-Yeah.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai shot him a look. 

“I’m just worried… that I don’t… pass.” Sigma said quietly. “When I see someone super feminine like her… I just…” His voice trailed off.

Nikolai put his glass down after finishing his drink as well. He leaned forward in the chair, closer to Sigma. He whispered “You look lovely. Didn’t you hear those women earlier? You’re convincing enough to be mistaken for a supermodel. That dress looks absolutely stunning on you.” 

Sigma sighed. “Sorry. I just have a lot of anxiety.” He whispered back. 

“Trust the disguise.” Nikolai told him, winking. “And trust me.” 

Sigma nodded. Right. This was just... a costume... just... for tonight. 

“I chose this dress, because it’s perfect for you. The high neckline, because you prefer turtlenecks. The long sleeves and the velvet, because you get cold easily. The color, because I’ve said it before- but red looks amazing on you. And the shape of this dress, the way it hugs your hips…well, I must admit, that was for my own enjoyment.” Nikolai explained. His one exposed eye met Sigma’s eyes. 

Sigma’s face turned red at the concept behind his dress. 

“Good Evening.” A polite voice spoke. 

The two turned their attention to the man in front of them. It was the same graceful man who was seen escorting Agatha. 

Sigma realized he had not practiced doing a feminine sounding voice at all. He tried his best. “G-Good evening.” He spoke in a quiet, high-pitched tone. 

The man bowed. “It seems my date is occupied with your date at the moment. Mind if I join you?” He asked. 

Nikolai couldn’t help but glare at the man. 

“Oh. That’s…” Sigma eyed Nikolai. 

“Sorry~!” Nikolai apologized. “The lady is very shy. Feel free to take my seat.” He stood up and allowed the man to take his chair. Meanwhile, he sat down on the couch next to Sigma. 

“How kind!” The man’s voice sounded slightly sarcastic. He took a seat. 

“My name is Jacob, and this is Bella.” Nikolai said. “And your name?” 

“Ivan.” The man replied. “Charmed, I’m sure.” 

Nikolai forced a smile. 

“May I?” Ivan asked permission to hold Sigma's hand. He planted a kiss on top. 

Sigma nodded politely, trying not to talk too much... 

Nikolai’s eye locked on Ivan as he touched Sigma’s hand with his own gloved hand. 

“Are you perhaps engaged to Lord Edward?” Ivan asked. 

Nikolai instantly didn’t like this man. He seemed like a gossip, and he was asking too many questions.

Sigma blinked. “I am, indeed.” He confirmed the false backstory with a nod. 

“Wow!” Ivan exclaimed, over-dramatically. “How romantic.” 

Nikolai cleared his throat. Ivan withdrew his hand. 

“It’s no wonder Lord Edward brought his own security.” The silver-haired man spoke. “You are quite the treasure to be protecting.” He said to Sigma. He proceeded to stand up. “Would you like to join me for a drink, Bella?” He offered a hand to Sigma. 

Sigma eyed Nikolai. Then he nodded and carefully stood up, taking Ivan’s hand. Nikolai stood up as well. 

Ivan eyed Nikolai, who looked utterly displeased by the offer. 

“Where she goes, I go.” Nikolai replied back, with an overly warm and fake smile. 

“But of course.” Ivan nodded politely. Although, there was some sarcasm in that gesture. 

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The three walked back to the bar.

“I will have Amaretto Sour, please.” Ivan ordered. “And for you two?” He asked.

“Oh um…” Sigma thought for a moment. 

“So, you don’t drink often?” Ivan asked. 

Sigma shook his head. 

“Bella enjoys sweet stuff.” Nikolai said. “So I think, a strawberry daiquiri for her, please.” He ordered. 

“Thank you.” Sigma said. 

“Of course, my dear.” Nikolai nodded. “And I will have the same. I could use something sweet too for myself.” 

Sigma blushed. 

Ivan eyed the two. How interesting! He seemed rather protective of this woman. Perhaps there was more to their relationship? Oh! What the gossip that would be.

The bartender nodded and made the drinks. 

“Shall we look at some of the art in this room?” Ivan suggested once they each collected their drinks. "Lady Agatha has a collection here."

“I’d like that.” Sigma nodded. 

“Very well.” Nikolai nodded as well. 

The three made their way over to one of the walls that had still-life art on it.

As they crossed the room, Sigma looked around. He noted Fyodor and Agatha had left the room completely, discussing business no doubt. Right? Nothing more. He swallowed hard. Right? 

On the wall in front of them was a collection of about ten small still-life paintings. These paintings were not like “normal” still-life paintings that depicted fruit. These depicted books, skulls, candles, dried floral arrangements, and even urns. It must have been some sort of special exhibit for Halloween. There were also a few display cases with sculptures. One that was surely created to go along with this morbid display had a very shiny green-tinted skull. It looked like a human skull, but with an odd finish on it. Staring at the surely fake skull made the hairs on the back of Sigma’s neck stand up. Definitely this was just some sort of sculpture… right? No way was that real…There was a small plague on the wall under the paintings that read “Memento Mori.” 

This was a collection.

“Ah, what an interesting collection.” Nikolai said with a grin. Then he took a large gulp of his drink, eyeing the skull sculpture in particular. 

Sigma rolled his eyes. “Jeez…” He sipped his drink. 

“So you’re into this sort of grim thing?” Ivan asked with an odd look on his face. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Personally, I think death can be a glorious thing. How appropriate for the holiday right?” 

“I suppose in a poetic way.” Ivan replied, although he was cringing a bit. He sipped his drink. This bodyguard was unsettling. He took a longer sip of his drink. 

Sigma stared at the wall a bit more, taking it all in while he finished his drink. As he did this, more people flocked into the room. 

“Looks like Edward is back.” Nikolai said, interrupting Sigma’s thought. 

Sigma turned and noticed Fyodor re-entering the Gallery with Agatha. The two approached the three. 

“Ah, Ivan.” Agatha spoke. Her voice was as beautiful sounding as she was. “I hope you are playing nice with Lord Edward’s fiancé.” 

“Oh, you know me~ I am a perfect gentleman.” Ivan said in response. 

This caused Nikolai to sneer. 

Ivan noticed this. He turned to Fyodor. “You have a very excellent body guard.” He said. “He’s so protective of your fiancé.” He took one last sip of his drink. 

Fyodor chuckled. “Why, thank you. I would only hire the best for my love.” He moved next to Sigma and wrapped an arm around his waist. 

“Oh, how rude of me.” Agatha exclaimed. Curtsying, she spoke to Sigma. “My name is Agatha. Agatha Christie. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Bella.” Sigma extended an awkward hand. He was still trying his best to do a more high-pitched voice.  

Agatha took it and gave it a small squeeze and a shake. “You look absolutely stunning, and you seem to be enjoying this collection quite a bit.”  

“As do you!” Sigma replied. He was glad that she gave him this compliment. Oddly… It satisfied him. He passed. “As for the art, it is all a bit…morbid, but still beautiful.” 

“Why thank you. I am glad you are enjoying my work. How polite you are.” Agatha smiled. She turned to Edward. 

“Y-You made these?” Sigma stuttered.

“Indeed.” Agatha said. “It’s just a side hobby I have.” 

“Your depiction of death is quite fascinating.” Fyodor observed the paintings, his eyes then shifted to the display case with the skull. “Are these going to be for auction?” 

Agatha grinned. “Oh no, never, These art pieces are far too precious to me. The gallery is simply borrowing them, for Hallows Eve.” 

Sigma was sweating again. Wow. This was an intense side hobby… painting morbid paintings. Sculpting something like that skull…He did not peg Agatha for the type. He hoped he had not offended her at all… 

“Ivan.” Agatha turned to her date. “I’d like a drink, and it seems you could use another one.” 

“You’re absolutely correct.” Ivan responded with a smile. 

“I shall see you later, surely.” Agatha said. She smiled at Fyodor and Sigma. 

“I look forward to speaking to you again.” Ivan took Sigma‘s hand and kissed it. 

Sigma blushed. “Indeed.” He squeaked. 

Then the pair made their way over to the bar. 

Fyodor stared at Ivan. He then looked at Nikolai. 

“Yeah, I know. Me too.” Nikolai replied, knowing all too well Fyodor’s opinion of the man. 

“Hm?” Sigma was unaware.

“That man seems extremely nosey.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma thought for a moment. “I guess. I don't know.... he seemed okay...” His voice trailed off. 

“Keep to yourself when it comes to speaking to him. Don’t say too much.” Fyodor told him. 

Sigma nodded. “Alright.” 

Fyodor turned to Nikolai. “As for you… control yourself now.” 

Nikolai blinked.

“Your emotions are coming through too much.” Fyodor explained. 

“Ah.” Nikolai gulped. 

Sigma met the clown's gaze. His heart ached. He longed to touch him… to kiss him. But he couldn’t right now…

Fyodor noticed this. “Dinner will be soon. So both of you need to sort out your emotions later.” He said quietly. 

Nikolai and Sigma nodded in-sync. 

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Dinner was luckily, uneventful. Although, the number of attendees doubled by then.

The three had their own table and enjoyed the delicious meal. The first course was a traditional English pea soup served with fresh bread. The second was a table-side salad served with a simple lemon balsamic dressing. The third, and final course, was a slow-cooked roast beef with gravy served with red potatoes and a carrot/radish mix. Each table received a bottle of wine, Fyodor chose a rich red wine for their table, as red was his favorite. 

Sigma felt slightly tipsy as a result of the cocktails from earlier and the wine at dinner. He had to remind himself that he was a she, and her name that evening was Bella.

When dinner concluded Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma shuffled into the next room where the ball was held. It was a huge ballroom with off-white creamy colored walls that looked sponge-painted. Large golf leaf framed mirrors were on the walls. Gold trim crown molding lined the ceiling. Six large crystal chandeliers hung on the ceiling and there were gold wall sconces lighting up the room. The ballroom was empty of any furniture and there was a small stage setup along the furthest wall. On the stage was a band that was playing modern songs but in a classical music style. In the center of the beautiful woven hardwood floors was a painted design that looked like wildflowers. This was a tradition for English grand balls. Some couples were already dancing, and they were dancing really well.

This was intimidating for Sigma.

“I will be headed to the library shortly.” Fyodor said. “Cigars are being served to the gentlemen there." 

“Oh?” Sigma raised an eyebrow. Then he giggled. “Can I come with you?” He hiccupped. Yep... that was the alcohol. 

Fyodor sighed. “No darling. The cigars are just for the men. Remember?" ”

”OHHH yes… yes I’m not a man.” Sigma said. "I am a W-O-M-A-N." 

It took everything in Fyodor not to facepalm at that moment. “Keep a close eye on her.” He said to Nikolai. 

Nikolai nodded. “I will. Perhaps the wine was a mistake at dinner.”

“It seems so.” Fyodor replied. 

“Go do what you need to do, Eddie. I won’t let Bella out of my sight.” Nikolai assured him.

Fyodor nodded, then walked off. 

Sigma sighed, disappointed. “Hey, should we dance?” He asked loudly.

“Oh dear...” Nikolai said. “Shhh.” 

Sigma realized what he had said. “Sorry. Something was stuck in my throat.” He was very tipsy and for a moment, he had forgotten why they came... 

“How about we go to the nearby gallery and get some water from the bar and maybe some desert?” Nikolai offered.

“Oh!” Sigma exclaimed. “Do you think they’ll have cookies?” 

Nikolai chuckled. This was kind of cute. “I think they will.” He offered Sigma his arm. 

Sigma accepted it and they made their way to the adjacent gallery. 

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The gallery connected to the ballroom was similar to the first gallery they had been in, but smaller. The walls were painted baby blue with trim painted one shade dark along the middle of the wall and crown molding to match. There were many paintings of flowers in this gallery, mostly wildflowers. In the center of the room there were a few round tables with white table clothes grouped together. On the tables were elegant silver towers full of various deserts and homemade chocolates. 

The back wall had a bar area with three bartenders serving drinks. Along the other walls were various chairs and couches. 

Sigma’s lit up at the sight of the desert tables. There were cookies. 

“Nikolai!!” He whispered. 

“Shhhh, my dear.” Nikolai reminded him of the circumstances.

Sigma giggled again. “Oh, oopsie. Jacobbbb...” 

Nikolai shook his head, but he was grinning. “Let’s get you a little treat.” This was amusing to him. Sigma had never been this drunk before in front of him. He led his lover over to the tables and picked up a small plate. He handed it to the slender costumed man, who started to load it up with cookies.

Sugar cookies, jelly sandwich cookies, and dark chocolate truffle cookies. Satisfied with his haul, Sigma looked at Nikolai with a giddy expression.

Nikolai laughed and led him over to one of the love seats against the wall. Then sat down and Sigma went to town on the cookies. 

“After this, we are going to get you some water.” Nikolai told him. 

“Hmm? Mmm.” Sigma was mid-chew. 

Nikolai held back a snort. He stared at Sigma eating his plate of cookies looking utterly beautiful in his formal attire. He wanted so badly to kiss him…

Sigma finished his cookies and let out a happy sigh. 

“Okay~” Nikolai jumped up. He offered a hand to Sigma and helped him up. “Water time.” 

The two went over to the bar and Nikolai ordered a glass of water for Sigma. Sigma drank it and Nikolai ordered another one, which the slender man also downed. 

“Good job.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma blushed. He blinked a few times; feeling a little better. 

“Ah, there you two are.” A familiar voice spoke. 

They turned around to see Ivan standing behind them. 

Nikolai held back from rolling his eyes. 

“Oh, Hello.” Sigma said politely. 

“Getting another drink?” The silver haired man asked, smirking. 

“No. Bella has had enough for now.” Nikolai replied with a grimace. 

“So you’re her keeper now?” Ivan said.

Nikolai clicked his tongue. “I protect Bella from everything and everyone.” 

“How gentlemanly.” Ivan said sarcastically.

There was an awkward pause. 

“Were you enjoying the dancing?” Sigma asked him, trying to be polite and change the subject, and to hide the bit of tipsiness he was displaying.  

“I adore dancing. However… the music choice is… rather questionable.” Ivan said. “I think I’ll need a few more drinks to properly enjoy it.” 

Nikolai listened to him talking. So he was a music snob… and a gossip. 

“Have you danced yet?” Ivan asked.

Sigma shook his head. “Edward went to the library for cigars. We will dance later, surely.” 

“Orrr we could dance right now.” Nikolai offered. Anything to get away from Ivan.

“Oh? Would that be alright?” Sigma asked, unsure but excited. 

“Edward said I should be his substitute for the time being. At least until he’s done chatting with the men and lighting up cigars.”  Nikolai explained.

“Ah.” Sigma nodded. Even tipsy, he could tell Nikolai wanted to get away from Ivan. 

“Shall we?” Nikolai offered his arm. 

Sigma accepted it.

“Good to see you again, Bella.” Ivan said. He was eyeing the pair intensely.

“Indeed.” Sigma said politely, bowing his head.

Nikolai escorted Sigma out of the gallery and back to the ballroom. “I don’t trust that man.” He said quietly. 

“That’s obvious." Sigma sighed. "A-Are we really going to dance though?" He asked meekly.  

“Would you like to?” Nikolai asked.

Blushing, Sigma nodded.

“Then, we’ll dance.” Nikolai told him. Sigma was SO cute… UGH.

The two found their place on the dance floor.

“Oh!” Sigma exclaimed in a whispery voice. “Ballroom dancing isn’t something I really know how to do. Remember?” 

“Bow.” Nikolai whispered back. 

Sigma bowed to Nikolai politely to acknowledge the dance. 

“Now, I’ll lead.” He placed one hand on Sigma’s waist and the other in Sigma’s hand. “I always do. Remember?” 

Soon they were gliding across the floor. 

“You’re doing a great job following my instructions. Such a good girl tonight.” Nikolai said. "Keep it up." 

Sigma blushed. Praise. Praise from Nikolai... He had goosebumps. A good girl? 

Nikolai smirked at his blush. The smirk quickly faded at the reality of the situation they were in, “Although… we should probably take a break. I wouldn’t want to tire you out before you dance with your fiancé.” 

Sigma gulped. “Oh yeah. You are right..." His voice was full of disappointment. 

The two stared at each other. 

Somehow, Sigma caught his drift. Yes, they would leave the dance floor... to hide what they had from the public. That did not mean they were done. Oh, no. 

“Come on then.” Nikolai led Sigma away from the dance floor and after a moment, out of the ballroom. 

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Heading towards the bathroom, the two slipped under one of the velvet ropes and turned down a long elegant hallway. This portion of the Somerset House wasn’t a part of the event. Sigma couldn’t help but stare in awe at the lavish decor as they snuck around. Now further away from the party, Nikolai opened the first door they came across and they slipped inside. 

The room was a parlor with fancy green and gold wallpaper, and rich dark wooden floors. There was a large fireplace that had a gorgeous hand-carved wooden mirror above it. Two comfortable couches were in front of the fireplace with a wooden coffee table. There was some nice art on the wall, portraits of people long forgotten. Decor wise, the room had a few well-kept plants, a gold globe, and a small bookcase with glass doors. As soon as they were alone behind the closed double doors, Nikolai kissed Sigma. The slender man didn’t even get a chance to fully take in the beauty of the room before he was locked into the kiss. He whimpered against his lover’s lips. 

“I want you so badly I can hardly stand it.” Nikolai said in a breathy voice and then kissed him again.

Sigma’s head was spinning. They shouldn’t be doing this right now. But... When Nikolai tried to pull back, Sigma wrapped his arms around him and kissed him again. They were practically inhaling each other. The slender man dressed as a woman moaned.

This sent goosebumps right up Nikolai’s spine. It took everything within him not to start ripping off Sigma’s many layers of clothes. Now was not the time… but they could at least make-out. Yes? 

“Tell me what you want to do. What you’ll do later to me….” Sigma panted. He was blushing.

Nikolai smirked. Wow. This was a bold ask for Sigma, who was usually too shy to ask such a question. “You want me to talk dirty, huh?” He teased 

“S-Shut up.” Sigma kissed him again. “Don’t word it like that.” He said breathlessly after. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Mmm but that’s what you’re asking~” He snickered. 

Sigma’s face was bright red. He slipped away, further into the room and crossed his arms. 

Nikolai circled him. “When we get home, to the manor…I’m going to bring you to my bedroom, where we can be alone.” He leaned in close from behind. “Just us.” 

Sigma gulped. 

Nikolai walked around to the front of Sigma. “I’m going to kiss you. On your lips first, then your neck. I’ll mark you there, digging my teeth into your soft skin.” The clown continued. “I’ll remove your clothes, so painfully slow… you’ll grow impatient and whine like you do when you want me to go faster.” 

Sigma inhaled sharply. He could picture it now…

“When your body is exposed I’m going to lick everywhere I want to lick, until you’re shaking and begging for me to touch you more.” Nikolai didn't let up. His dual colored eyes stared at him, he smirked. 

“Fuck…” Sigma said in a low voice. 

“Fuck is right.” Nikolai kissed him. His hands felt the curve of Sigma’s waist. 

“D-Do you think we’ll get in trouble for earlier…you know, before the ball? He hasn’t said anything about it… the passion they shared earlier in front of Fyodor was undeniable.” Sigma asked.

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Nikolai said.

They inhaled each other’s lips again and again and again. The kissing was desperate, on both ends. 

Sigma whispered in a breathy voice. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Nikolai replied, in a louder whisper.

A moment after, the double doors burst open and standing on the other side, was Ivan. 

Notes:

To my dear Readers:
Per usual: Thanks for reading!

- prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 11

Notes:

Note: this is the most recently re-written chapter. If you are re-reading, pause here.

“Oh… this isn’t the library!?” Ivan asked over-dramatically in a very fake way. He closed the doors behind him.

Nikolai stepped in front of Sigma, glaring at Ivan. 

“Oh, what are you two doing here?” Ivan glanced around the room and chuckled to himself. He had, afterall… followed them there. What fun.

“I don’t think that’s your business.” Nikolai said. 

“Hmm? Probably not… but it would be Lord Edward’s business. No?” Ivan smirked at his malicious question. 

Nikolai blinked a few times. 

“I f-felt ill after drinking too much. ” Sigma said, making an excuse. “Jacob, found me somewhere quiet to sit.” 

Ivan raised a brow. “Oh? Is that why I overheard something likeeeeeeeeeee: I love you?” 

Nikolai and Sigma exchanged glances quickly.

“Awww, don’t worry! I am a lover of secrets.” Ivan said. 

Nikolai became tense. A blackmailer. Fyodor would not be happy if he found out they went off themselves during the ball. The two were already on “thin ice” from earlier. He had to react quickly. 

“I don’t know what’s worse…”  Ivan said. “The cheating or… the fact that Bella is not as she appears.” 

Nikolai looked as if he was ready to kill. “Stop it there.” He warned. 

“You may have fooled me.” Ivan moved in close to Sigma all of the sudden. 

Nikolai growled. “Back up.” 

Ivan ignored him. “But you couldn’t fool her.” 

Sigma blushed. He stared at the ground. 

“You’re a man in a dress.” Ivan said in a mocking tone. “That would be quite the secret to reveal at this ball, in front of everyone.” 

Sigma felt a rush of emotion. The validation he had felt, completely disappeared. He started shaking. Agatha had been lying… to his face. Now, looking back, it all felt so patronizing. 

Nikolai picked up on his feeling of dread immediately. Sigma watched as Nikolai stepped forward and in a blink of an eye and a twist of fabric, both he and Ivan disappeared. Not even more than 5 minutes later, Nikolai returned… without Ivan.

“Nikolai!” Sigma exclaimed, he immediately clung to him. He was still shaking. “Y-You didn’t...r-right?” His voice sounded fragile and frightened. 

“I didn’t kill him. He’s merely detained for now.” Nikolai assured him.

There was a pause.

“Promise?” Sigma asked him. 

“I promise.” The white haired man hugged Sigma. 

“That would have been really embarrassing.” The slender man admitted in a shaky voice. "If he exposed me..." 

“I know. That’s why I wasn’t going to let it happen.” Nikolai kissed the side of Sigma’s forehead. ”Although… I don’t know how long those bonds will hold him. I got the sense that man is gifted. He has an ability.” 

Hearing the term sent a chill down Sigma’s spine. 

“We should find Fyodor, now. We are going to have to move quickly to get what we came here for.” The clown continued. 

Sigma blinked. What we came for? As in… an item? 

Nikolai let go of Sigma, withdrawing his arms. “Come on.” 

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The two rushed out of the room. Nikolai got them back to where the bathrooms were and then they followed the signs to the library, where Fyodor was still smoking cigars. Sigma waited outside as Nikolai went in to retrieve Fyodor, as it would have been odd for him to enter a room meant for gentlemen dressed the way he was. He wondered how they would explain this urgency to him when there were other people around. The doors to the library opened after a few moments, and Nikolai and Fyodor walked out. Both were oddly calm. 

“Darling.” Fyodor walked up to Sigma and kissed his hand. “I understand you’ve been missing me.” 

Two ladies passing by in the hallway noticed this and smiled. How cute.

“Y-Yes.” Sigma replied. 

Their eyes met. 

“Shall we go dance now?” The dark haired man asked. 

Sigma was a little confused, but he knew he had to just go with it, the look on Nikolai’s face- said it all.

Fyodor and Sigma walked towards the ballroom, hand in hand. Nikolai tagged along behind. As soon as they were outside of the room, Nikolai exclaimed. “Oh! It seems I need the toilet. I will catch up with you both inside, I apologize.” He announced. 

“That’s quite alright.” Fyodor said. “In fact, I should visit it too. Excuse me, my love.” 

“Go on without us.” Nikolai said. He gave Sigma a small nod. 

Sigma understood again. They brought him to the most crowded part of the event, so that he wouldn’t be alone. Still… he was nervous. What if Ivan came back and exposed him??? 

Both Fyodor and Nikolai turned around and went back the way they had come from. Sigma inhaled deeply. He entered the ballroom. Twiddling his thumbs he walked in. Feeling immediately awkward without his companions, he decided to go into the back gallery and find sanctuary amongst the cookies. He made his way through the grand ballroom while holding his breath. He only breathed when he entered the back gallery. Unfortunately, once he was there he lost his appetite. Sighing to himself, he moved to one of the corners of the room.

There were too many strangers.  

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As soon as Fyodor and Nikolai entered the men’s room, they checked for any other people in the stalls. Luckily no one was there. 

“Quickly, give me the details.” Fyodor said. 

“Ivan is going to be a problem. Apparently Agatha saw through Sigma’s disguise. She told Ivan, who is a blackmailer… it seems.” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor blinked. “Where is Ivan now?” 

“He’s detained… in a closet.” Nikolai said. 

“Why didn’t you kill him?” Fyodor asked. 

“I didn’t want to upset Sigma.” Nikolai replied. 

Fyodor sighed. “You’ve grown soft.” 

“For him, yes.” Nikolai replied.

“Well…” Fyodor said. “This could be your opportunity to keep your promise to me.” 

Nikolai slowly smiled. “I don’t know Dos-kun… I don’t think he’s ready for something like that.” 

After a brief pause and a chuckle, Fyodor’s hand jumped to Nikolai’s neck. “What aren’t you telling me? Surely there is more if you are suggesting that...” 

Nikolai’s face went red. “Oh~! Harder~! Yes... squeeze me harder." He squawked.  

Fyodor withdrew his hand so fast; like it had burned. After a moment, he pulled Nikolai in for a kiss. “Koyla.” He kissed him passionately on the lips. 

Nikolai sighed after the kiss. “Ivan caught Sigma and I kissing… in one of the private rooms.”  

Fyodor blinked. There was a long pause. “Sigma may not be ready to kill someone in cold blood, but he will kill someone to save you. Don't you think?” 

Nikolai’s eyes got wide. “I… What are you asking me to do?” 

“You want more time with him, no?” Fyodor asked. “I’ve seen the glares you’ve been giving me as I’ve been taking up all his time at the manor.” He circled Nikolai. “Taking him on lavish dates, buying him gifts, and making love to him multiple times a day, again and again. Marking him....claiming him as mine.” 

Nikolai bit down on tongue, hard. 

“I’ll give you more time with him.” Fyodor said. “I’ll let you take him on dates, within reason, and I'll allow you to do... other related activities, only when I am not busy with him. You'll get alone time.” 

Nikolai slowly released his tongue. 

“If it’s a deal, then tell me now and listen to every instruction I’m about to give.” Fyodor prompted a response. 

“It needs to be clean. Yes.” Nikolai said after a moment. “No stabbing. He won’t be able to do that for the first one. It’ll break him…” 

“Fine.” Fyodor said.

The two stared at each other. 

Nikolai nodded. 

Fyodor smirked. 

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Meanwhile, Sigma was getting more nervous by the second. He was chewing the inside of his cheek so much it had bled. He had taken a seat on one of the couches in the room. His eyes were glued to the doors of the gallery. His heart dropped to his stomach, when Agatha walked through. 

Seeing Sigma alone, she smiled and approached him. “Bella. Still looking lovely, I see.” She said. 

“T-Thanks. You do as well.” Sigma told her. 

“May I?” She was asking to sit. 

Sigma was sweating. “Of course.” He said. 

She sat. 

“Have you been enjoying your evening?” Agatha asked after an awkward moment of silence. 

“This isn’t really my sort of scene.” Sigma told her. 

“Hm. I agree. I’d rather be at home, curled up with a book and perhaps a lover… or two.” She said.

Before Sigma could reply to this, Fyodor returned to the room. Thank fuck. He had never been happier to see him. 

“My darling.” The Russian man said, approaching them. He offered a hand to help Sigma up. Sigma’s hand shot to Fyodor’s. He squeezed in tightly and allowed him to yank him upward. 

“It looks like you’ve made a friend.” Fyodor nodded at Agatha.

“Oh Edward, your fiancé is so lovely. I see now why you keep her so well guarded.” Agatha said. 

Fyodor chuckled. “Bella is my greatest treasure. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have yet to dance together.” 

Agatha chuckled to herself.

The two nodded politely at the lady and dismissed themselves.

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Sigma held his breath as they entered the large ballroom. 

“Come, my bunny rabbit.” Fyodor led Sigma to the dance floor. 

Before he let go of Sigma’s hand, he kissed it lightly. Their eyes met. 

The slender man remembered to bow to acknowledge the dance when they got to the floor, still holding his breath. 

“It’s quite alright.” The dark haired handsome man said quietly. 

Sigma exhaled. He was breathing again. Fyodor led Sigma in a dance, holding him close. With every spin, every turn, dip… Sigma’s eyes scanned the doors for Nikolai. One song, then two, then three, then four. When the fifth one ended… Fyodor leaned in very close to Sigma’s ear.

“Something must have gone wrong.” Fyodor said in regards to Nikolai's absence. 

Sigma gulped. 

“Stay close to me.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma’s heart was racing. The dark haired man led Sigma out of the ballroom by his hand. As they walked back towards the bathrooms, two security guards stopped them. 

“Lord Edward.” One said. “We are going to have to ask you to follow us.” 

Sigma squeezed Fyodor’s hand. 

“May I ask why?” Fyodor remained calm. Unnervingly so. 

Neither of the guards said anything further.

Fyodor remained calm. “Bella, stay close.” He squeezed Sigma’s hand and they followed the guards down the hallway. 

As they walked,  Sigma felt something come out of Fyodor’s sleeve and slid between their joined hands. It was a small skinny piece of metal? A pen. 

Fyodor stared at Sigma.

Sigma closed his eyes for a moment and then… activated his ability. He could gather information from Fyodor’s mind. He locked in on what the dark haired man was thinking: This pen is a gun. If it comes to it, point and click. That thought repeated over a few times. In exchange, one of Sigma’s thoughts projected to Fyodor: I’m scared. I'm really scared.

The guards lead them down the same hallway that Nikolai and Sigma had in earlier when they went off by themselves. Sigma’s throat went dry. The guards took them into the same room Nikolai and Sigma had been in with Ivan earlier. On the floor, in the room, was Nikolai. Standing next to the clown, with a gun pointing downward was Ivan. Sigma gasped, loudly. The doors were shut after Fyodor and Sigma walked into the room. The locks clicked, and the guards stood on either side of the couple. 

“Well, well.” Ivan said. “Lord Edward, and the man in the dress.” 

Sigma’s eyes shifted to the floor, scared and embarrassed. He wanted so badly to pass... 

Fyodor dropped his hand, leaving the pen safely in Sigma’s. In a flash, Fyodor reached out and grabbed the faces of the two nearby security guards. 

SPLASH!  Sigma saw red. 

Ivan squeaked loudly. The two guards' faces burst into a puddle of blood. They fell to the ground- dead. Ivan blinked. He removed the safety from his gun with a click. 

“What are you trying to do?” Fyodor demanded in a near-growl.

“I am a professional blackmailer. So I suppose, I’m trying to do my job.” Ivan sneered, although he was shaking a bit out of fear. 

Fyodor sighed, sounding annoyed. “Whatever you need to blackmail me with, fine. However, leave my fiancé out of this.” 

“Your fiancé!? Ha! Don’t you understand? That's a man in a dress.” Ivan gloated. He was starting to sweat.

“The gender of this person does not really matter, as they are still my fiancé.” Fyodor said.

Sigma blinked. Hearing Fyodor said that was kinda...

Ivan’s cheeks turned red. “W-Well boy or girl, man or woman… your fiancé and the help are involved! As in- lovers.” He said, trying to regain control. 

Fyodor inched closer to him. “As if I don’t already know that.” He was so calm. 

Sigma was a little shocked by this response but he went with it. He had no choice but to trust Fyodor in that moment.

Ivan began to sweat so much it pooled down his face. “But he made it seem…” He pushed the gun against the back of Nikolai’s skull. 

“We all lay together.” Fyodor said casually. 

Ivan blinked. “You mean…” 

“It’s means we all fuck, you snobbish idiot.” Nikolai finally spoke from the ground. 

“B-But Agatha said you are a Lord and…and Lord’s usually try to protect their… name… why would you admit to something so shameless???” Ivan was speaking in a broken sentence. 

“I have no shame in the fact that I lie with two men beside me.” Fyodor replied he leaned in rather close to Ivan. “And from the way you are sweating… it seems… you are wondering what it’s like… to lay with two men beside you. Bending you over...” 

Ivan couldn’t process this. He was shaking so much now. 

Fyodor smirked. Wow. So easily broken.

However, Sigma, who was more empathetic, could tell something was wrong. This was bad… 

Ivan’s finger twitched on the trigger. 

Fuck! Sigma needed to react. If he didn’t react… Nikolai could… 

Without hesitation, Sigma whipped up his hand, pointed the pen at Ivan and CLICK! 

He felt pain, his hand got hot. Ouch! He winced. Looking down he noticed a burn forming on his hand. Then he looked up again, still gripping the pen gun.

Ivan had fallen backwards on the floor. He had been shot in the chest. His gun fell out of his hand and onto the floor. 

There was a scream. Where was the scream? It startled Sigma. Then it hit him… He was the one screaming. 

Nikolai grabbed Ivan’s gun that had fallen on the ground and jumped out of the way. 

Sigma's breathing picking up. He shot a man. He hyperventilated. B-But he did it for Nikolai. Right? Yes… if he didn’t do it then Nikolai would be… SURELY.

“Come on Sigma!” Fyodor grabbed Sigma by the wrist and tugged him. 

A familiar gold light surrounded him. It was warm. Suddenly they were back in the hotel. Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma. Sigma dropped the pen gun on the floor, finally letting go. 

“W-What?” Sigma watched as Fyodor and Nikolai gathered their suitcases. In another flash of gold, the three were transported into a different car than earlier. This was a navy blue van. Fyodor was in the driver’s seat and Sigma and Nikolai were in the back seat. So, Fyodor had rented a second car as a back up… 

“Please tell me you got it.” Fyodor said. 

Nikolai reached into his cape and pulled it out. It was the creepy skull sculpture that had the green finish on it. The sight of it up close without the glass display, was even creepier. 

“Excellent work.” Fyodor grinned. 

Sigma’s heart was racing. Why was he so alarmed to see this skull? 

Nikolai tucked the skull back into his cape.

Nikolai noticed the burn on Sigma’s hand. He grabbed Sigma’s wrist and looked at his hand. His heart sank. 

“Sigma got hurt!” He said to Fyodor. 

“Badly?” Fyodor asked. There was a twinge of worry in his tone. 

“Decently. It’s a nasty burn…”  Nikolai replied. His heart felt so heavy looking at the burn on Sigma’s dominant hand. He felt guilt. 

Fyodor went quiet. 

“I’m sorry baby.” Nikolai told Sigma.

Wincing a bit, Sigma nodded. Nikolai grabbed Sigma’s right wrist and studied his hand. He took off the eyepatch to do so. The burn was bad. Worse than he had initially thought. He reached into his cape and pulled a first aid kit. He had packed it just incase. Luckily, it had small packets of ointment used to treat the burns. They were severe enough, they needed to be wrapped. So, after gently applying the cream, he wrapped his hand. 

There were tears in the corners of Sigma’s now traumatized eyes. His eyes met Nikolai’s. 

“When we get to the train station, we will board the train and go to the least occupied, or empty car.” Fyodor explained. “We will then have Nikolai activate his ability to put us on another train going the opposite direction. Then we will ride that one to almost the second to last stop, where we will have Nikolai activate his ability again and put us on a train heading home. This is all to help us disappear. No stations with cameras, few witnesses. We’ll vanish.” 

He paused. Then he pulled over suddenly, along the river. 

Sigma gasped at the frantic driving. 

Fyodor hopped out of the car and threw one of his cell phones into the river. This cellphone was the one he used to contact Agatha. 

“Sigma, are you still holding the pen?” He asked.

Sigma gulped. “I… I think I dropped it.” 

“Damn.” Nikolai whispered. 

“Right. Let’s just focus on getting back to the manor then.” Fyodor said, getting back into the car. 

Fyodor drove to the train station. The three went through and bought their tickets and boarded the train. They then made their way down train cars until they found an empty one in the very back. 

“It’s time to change. I’ll watch the door so that you can help Sigma.” Fyodor said. 

“Okay~” Nikolai opened up Sigma’s suitcase. Then he approached Sigma, who was still shaking a bit. Nikolai gently held his hands. “I’m going to undress you now.” He said. 

Sigma slowly nodded. Nikolai moved behind him. He unzipped the back of the red dress. Then he slid his hands under the fabric and touched Sigma’s smooth upper back. The slender man let out a small gasp. Feeling Nikolai’s hands on his skin, made him instantly stop shaking.

Nikolai felt Sigma relax. He moved in closer and kissed Sigma’s neck. “It’s going to be okay.” He spoke against his neck, causing him to gasp again. He kissed the skin. Then he peeled off the dress completely, letting it fall to the ground. 

This left Sigma in nothing more than his shoes, bra with the inserts, the corset, and his lace underwear. Nikolai tugged off the bra next. His eyes scanned Sigma from behind in just the corset and panties. Delicious. 

Sigma glanced back at him. This glance was met with a warm smile, that caused him to blush. 

Nikolai’s hands went to the under-bust corset next. With each tug of the laces, Sigma found himself more and more able to breathe. Each tug reminded him: it’s going to be okay. When it was loose enough to unhitch in the front, the clown moved to the front of him and undid the hooks.  

Their eyes locked on each other. 

Sigma let out a small sigh. He was okay. Nikolai was okay. 

Nikolai let the corset fall to the ground. He cupped Sigma’s face and wiped the tears and streaming makeup away with his thumbs. “You’re safe, we are all safe.” He leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. Sigma let out a sigh of relief against Nikolai’s lips. 

“We don’t have time for this right now.” Fyodor said, glancing back at the pair.

Nikolai snickered a bit. Then he unclipped Sigma’s hair and let it fall down into a mess of curls. He looked so good like this…

Now undressed, Sigma grabbed a light gray oversized hoodie and matching sweatpants from his suitcase. He put them on. 

“Sit down.” Nikolai said now that he was dressed. 

Sigma sat on one of the seats. 

Nikolai knelt before him and removed his shoes, replacing them with white socks and sneakers. He looked up at Sigma from the floor. “Does the shoe fit? Cinderella~” 

Blushing, Sigma pulled his hoodie up over his head and part of his face. He had no idea how Nikolai could be in such high spirits after all of that.

“Nikolai. Your turn.” Fyodor tried to move them along. 

Nikolai laughed. He gave a twist of his cape and he was suddenly wearing street clothes. A black hoodie with white skinny jeans and black sneakers. His cape was over top for now, but he’d stuff it into a pocket on the next train. They switched places and Nikolai went to guard the door. Fyodor stripped himself quickly. He put on a dark blue hoodie with a pair of dark-wash jeans and gray sneakers. Both him and Nikolai pulled their hoods up. Then Nikolai used his cape to transport them onto another underground train passing by going the opposite direction. 

They had to remain on that train for a while before switching again. Emotionally exhausted, Sigma fell asleep leaning against Nikolai. He was woken when they changed trains, but quickly dozed back off once he was settled again. 

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By the next morning, they were back at the train station in the city that was near the manor. Fyodor’s car had been parked there since the day they left for London. Physically exhausted, Fyodor had Nikolai drive them back to the manor. When they arrived, they brought their suitcases inside.

“Woo.” Nikolai, who carried most of the luggage, let out a sigh of relief. “Home sweet, home.” He yawned. 

Fyodor yawned as well. “Koyla, I require the skull please.” 

Nikolai pulled his cape out of his hoodie pocket. He put it in and reached in. He grabbed the creepy green skull and handed it to Fyodor.

The sight of the skull again made all of the hairs on the back of Sigma’s neck rise up. 

“I will be in my bedroom for the next few days to study this.” Fyodor said, glancing at Nikolai. “Please, refrain from causing any disturbances.”

“W-Wait.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai and Fyodor looked at him. 

“Can we all sleep together?” Sigma asked. “Since we are all tired.” He had started to shake a bit. Doubt was creeping in again. He had shot a man!!! He shot and probably killed a man!!!!!! He wanted the security of having both Fyodor and Nikolai beside him. 

Fyodor blinked. He studied Sigma for a moment. Then looked at Nikolai, who gave a slight nod. “Very well.” He said. 

“We can go to my room~” Nikolai said. “That way you can have your room and your study to yourself when you wake up Dos-kun!”And he could have Sigma~

The three went straight upstairs to Nikolai’s room.

Nikolai turned on his heater, figuring Fyodor was probably really drained from all that had happened the past few days. While he was fine with sleeping in his boxers, he knew Fyodor and Sigma would be cold. So, he lent them some of his pajamas. Sigma wore Nikolai’s favorite white and red heart silk pajama set. And Fyodor wore one of Nikolai’s warm gray and white striped sweaters with a black fuzzy pants that had skeletons on them. 

Fyodor let out a sigh of relief. He was warm now, so warm. 

Even though he had wanted to get straight to work, Sigma had reminded him of the importance of rest. He was a little shocked, thinking Sigma would have jumped at the chance to get alone time with Nikolai. He was fully prepared to give him that time due to his deal with Nikolai. Perhaps… a part of Sigma also cared for Fyodor. Or at least… he felt safe in his company? 

Much to Sigma’s dismay, the eerie skull was placed on the end table on the right side of the bed, where Fyodor had climbed in. 

Even though he was in the middle, with Nikolai on the left side, he could feel the skull staring at him. The slender man cuddled Nikolai’s chest, not wanting to fall asleep staring at the thing. He could feel Nikolai’s warm breath on him from this angle. The clown smiled. A great ending, and on his favorite holiday. Fyodor curling up and cuddled Sigma from behind. Being cuddled from both sides, Sigma felt safer.

He was surrounded by two men who were killers, yes. They weren’t just any killers though… they’d kill for him. And as of that night… apparently he would kill for them… if he had to. 

Sadly, even with Nikolai and Fyodor beside him… Sigma had a restless sleep full of nightmares.

One about shooting Ivan, one being publicly embarrassed for dressing as a woman, and many about that skull. He didn’t remember everything from the nightmares, as they were all very short. However, one thing he did remember was a red dragon. 

Notes:

To my Dear Readers:

Me writing a smut-less chapter? WILD. Don’t worry too much, we’ll be back to our usual… content soon. *wink wink*

Anyway...Sigma trying to find a safe place with the cookies is very relatable. I too, try to heal my anxiety with a sweet treat.

Thanks for reading!

- prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 12

After his nightmare about the red dragon, Sigma bolted awake, panting. It took him a moment but then he realized he was in Nikolai’s room. He glanced around the room. The curtains were closed, so he had no real concept of time. He slowly turned towards the end table where the skull had been, but both it and Fyodor were gone. The bed was cold on his side. He must have woken up a while ago and went downstairs to study that thing. 

Sigma rising up so violently, had woken Nikolai. He blinked a few times and saw his lover sitting up in the bed beside him. He smiled. Then he noticed- Sigma was shaking, his breathing was heavy.

The white haired man slowly sat up. “My dear, are you alright?” He asked in a sleepy voice. 

Sigma jumped at the sound of his voice. 

“H-Hey…” Nikolai pulled him in for a gentle cuddle. “It’s okay baby, you’re safe now.” 

Baby… Sigma hadn’t even noticed when Nikolai had started to call him that. It was a little cliche but oddly, it was calming. 

“Sorry if I woke you.” He said. Damn… his voice came out shaky too. 

“Don’t apologize.” Nikolai said. He slowly laid back, tugging Sigma with him. He cuddled him close.

“I feel like I’m going to be sick.” Sigma told him, cuddling his chest. 

“We did a lot of traveling, so that’s normal.” Nikolai told him.

“It’s not from traveling.” Sigma said. “I…” He paused. “Nikolai, I shot a man.” 

There was a moment of silence. 

“A-And I feel bad.” Sigma continued. “Yet… I also feel relieved because… because if I didn’t shoot him, then you would be…” He had started to tear up.

Nikolai felt a huge pang of guilt. He had been responsible for this. He should have just killed Ivan before things escalated. When he took him to that closet, he should have just slit his throat. Then Sigma wouldn’t have had to go through this…  Although, in the end… he had kept his  part of the deal with Fyodor. He got Sigma to kill. “You saved me.” He told him. “I’m grateful.” He swallowed hard. “But I am sorry… that I couldn’t keep my promise to you.” 

Oh yeah… that promise. It had slipped Sigma’s mind. It didn’t matter… Nikolai would have been shot, point blank, if he didn’t intervene by shooting Ivan. He did what he had to do. Right? Sigma repeated the sentence over and over again in his head: I did what I had to do. 

“Let me get your mind off of it.” Nikolai offered. 

“How?” Sigma asked, sniffing a bit. 

“We could bake cookies, or go walking in the garden, or read together… Fyodor has a lot of duplicate books so we could read at the same time.” Nikolai mentioned some of Sigma’s favorite activities. He stroked the curly mess of hair that had remained from the night before. 

“I’d rather just stay in bed.” Sigma replied. He lifted his head and looked up at Nikolai.

Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”  

Blushing, Sigma buried his face in his chest. “I-It’s not like that.” 

“Why not?” Nikolai pouted. 

“I don’t know if I can relax enough…” Sigma said shyly. “I don’t want it to hurt.” 

“I would stop if I was hurting you.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma smiled a bit. "I know."

“And I like a challenge.” Nikolai said. “I bet I can get you to relax~”

Sigma scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Jeez, you’re insufferable.” 

Nikolai giggled. “And yet you still choose to put up with me.” 

“I don’t know why.” Sigma replied. 

“Mmm.” Nikolai smirked. “I can think of a few reasons.” 

Sigma lifted his head and looked up at him again. His expression read as: Really? 

Nikolai giggled. 

Sigma silenced his giggle with a kiss. Nikolai cupped his face and kissed him harder. 

Their lips parted and their eyes met. 

Sigma’s heart fluttered. He was so glad that Nikolai was alive. “I love you.” He said in a soft, sweet voice.

Nikolai tucked a wild curl behind Sigma’s ear. “I love you too, so much.” 

Yes, they were using this phrase a lot. It was new, and it made them both giddy. 

They kissed again and again, until they both were out of breath.

Nikolai ran his thumb across Sigma’s bottom lip, plump from all the contact, and grinned. “I win the bet.” He said in a raspy, breathy tone. “You seem pretty relaxed now.” 

Sigma bit his thumb. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Wow.” Now this was fucking adorable. 

Sigma’s biting loosened up and slowly transitioned into sucking. His eyes flashed up to Nikolai’s. 

“Oh~?” The clown exclaimed. 

Sigma withdrew his mouth. “Do you remember what you said you would do to me when we finally got some alone time?” 

“How could I forget something like that?” Nikolai replied with a grin. 

In an instant, he rolled Sigma over onto his back so that he was on top of him. Sigma squealed. Nikolai looked at him, wearing his favorite heart pajamas, and looking up at him with his gorgeous pink eyes with long white eyelashes. His long curls splayed out across the bed sheets. He wanted to remember this moment… forever. He kissed him. 

Sigma whimpered as Nikolai’s tongue invaded his mouth shortly after. Their tongues danced and then Nikolai pulled back. His lips moved to Sigma’s neck. He kissed the soft skin, and the used his teeth to graze it. Sigma gasped. The sensation sent goosebumps across his skin. 

Nikolai’s left hand made its way to Sigma’s right hand. He held it tightly, as he sucked on the skin on Sigma’s neck to make his mark over and over again. After, he went to Sigma’s ear nipping at it, before crashing his lips against his again. 

Sigma let out a small moan. 

Nikolai let go of his hand so that he could start to work at the buttons on the pajama top. He slowly undid each little red heart shaped button until Sigma’s chest and stomach were exposed. Then he went down… and down. He kissed and licked the center of Sigma’s chest while looking up at him, their eyes locked on one another. 

Sigma had the chills from this, in a good way. 

Grinning, Nikolai moved to Sigma’s nipples. He paid attention to each of the rosy pink erect nipples, sucking on them like it was his job. 

Sigma kept wiggling and squealing. His nipples seemed extra sensitive…

The clown went back to it. He kissed his way down to Sigma’s stomach and to the rim of the pajama pants. He stopped and pulled them, and Sigma’s panties down. Licking his lips, he stared at Sigma’s erection. He lowered himself, kissing his way down Sigma’s thighs, until he was nestled between them. Then he started licking the tip of his partner’s dick. 

“Ah… Nikolai…” Sigma inhaled sharply.  

Fuck. Hearing him say his name already…

“M-More.” Sigma requested. 

Nikolai fulfilled the request. He took in the shaft and sucked down, bobbing his head and looking up at his partner who was red in the face. 

“Ah…” Sigma let out a low moan. 

Nikolai withdrew after a bit of sucking. He wiped the drool off his chin with the back of his hand and rolled off the bed. He walked over to the table with some of sex toys and grabbed two things: lube and a purple cock ring. 

Sigma raised an eyebrow. “What is that?” 

“An engagement ring!” Nikolai joked. 

Sigma squinted his eyes. 

Nikolai giggled. “Just, trust me.” 

Sigma sighed and Nikolai returned to the bed. He put the lube down and fiddled with the cock ring. 

“Where is that going exactly?” Sigma asked. 

Sigma’s eyes widened as Nikolai slipped the cock ring on to his dick. Nikolai found the button he was looking for. CLICK! A buzzing started up as the cock ring vibrated. Immediately he felt the vibrating. He tossed his head back and moaned.

The pretty man's face turned red as he heard his partner moan. Oh. So that's what that does.

Nikolai smirked. He moved the blankets out of his way and picked up the lube. Squirting some onto his fingers, then he spread Sigma’s legs apart. He inserted one finger first and then two. 

Sigma was biting his lip hard. He looked down at Nikolai, fingering him and at the ring around his cock vibrating away. 

“Good job gorgeous.” Nikolai told him as he added a third finger. 

Sigma let out a moan. His face felt hot. 

“See baby, you’re niceeee and relaxed.” Nikolai pulled out his fingers. He took a moment to kiss Sigma. “Now, roll onto your side for me.” He moved off of him.  

Sigma rolled over onto his right side. Nikolai lubed himself up and moved behind him. He kissed Sigma’s neck. 

“I love you Sigma.” He said. 

Sigma sighed happily. “I love you.” 

Nikolai continued to kiss his neck. His hands touched the curve in Sigma’s hip and moved down to his ass. He grabbed his ass cheeks and massaged them before spreading them apart. 

Sigma gasped as Nikolai inserted himself. The clown let out a low moan. It took a moment, but he pulled out and pushed back in. He let out another moan and then hugged his partner close to him. His thrusting started up. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide. Between Nikolai’s thrusts and the vibrating coming from the cock ring… 

“N-Nikolai…” He let out a shaky moan. 

Nikolai held him tighter as his thrusts picked up. 

“Ah…” Sigma’s brow furrowed. It felt so good…. It felt so, so good.

Nikolai’s face felt hot too, he buried it in Sigma’s hair. 

Meanwhile, Sigma’s moans got louder. He was already almost on edge, which was crazy… but it just felt so damn good. He felt… loved and cared for. 

Nikolai wanted to go… harder. He pulled out and pushed Sigma onto his stomach. 

Sigma whimpered. This position pushed his dick against the mattress. It made the vibrating feel even stronger. 

Nikolai kissed the center of his back all the way down to his ass. He climbed on top of him and pushed his legs together. Spreading his ass cheeks apart, he pushed himself in.

Sigma cried out. 

“Are you alright?” Nikolai asked with a pause. 

“Y-Yeah…” Sigma was drooling. 

Nikolai grinned. He understood. It felt good. He started his thrusting. This position had a delicious view of Sigma’s ass. He gripped his waist and thrusted harder, drilling into his partner. 

The slender man whimpered. It was all too much, too deep. He could feel himself slipping… 

Nikolai felt Sigma clamping down. He leaned down close to his ear as he continued to thrust. “Go ahead.” He cooed. 

A breathy moan came out of Sigma’s mouth. He turned his head to look back at Nikolai. Sweat was forming on the clown’s forehead and he smiled at him. Sigma’s eyes rolled back. He was finishing. 

Nikolai let out a moan. Watching Sigma lose it already… was so fucking sexy. He let Sigma ride out his orgasm and then, it was time for a change in position. He rolled Sigma onto his back.

Sigma’s face was flushed. 

Carefully, he removed the cock ring and shut it off. He re-applied the lube to himself. Then he leaned down and kissed Sigma, moving himself between his legs. He lifted his legs high, kissing each ankle as he set them over his shoulders. He guided himself inside next, bending Sigma in half. 

Sigma let out a gasp and a squeal. This put Nikolai really deep inside him. Wide-eyed he looked up at the man inside him. 

Nikolai’s face was so red, especially in the cheeks. He was sweating still. The expression on his face was that of pure bliss. 

“Fuck…” He whispered as he started to thrust in that position.

Sigma had just had an orgasm and now Nikolai was so deep inside his sensitive hole. He whimpered. The sensation was intense with each thrust. 

“Oh…fuck.” Nikolai picked up the pace. 

The heat in Sigma’s face was slowly returning with each thrust and he was almost completely hard again. 

This energy was radiating between them: Passion. They both felt it. 

“C-Come here.” Sigma’s arms shot up. 

Nikolai moved Sigma’s legs off his shoulders and spread them apart, moving closer to him. Sigma wrapped around his love and they kissed. When Nikolai started to thrust, Sigma gasped against his lips. The clown pulled back to moan. Sigma’s eyes opened and stared at Nikolai. Nikolai pressed his forehead against his, and stared into those sunset pink eyes. 

With each powerful thrust, he could feel Sigma, in every way. He could feel his body, and he could feel his soul. 

“Go ahead.” Sigma told him breathlessly.

“No, not without you.” Nikolai replied in a raspy voice. 

They kissed. 

“I-I’m almost there.” Sigma said panting after. He moaned. 

Nodding, Nikolai wrapped his arms around Sigma too, hugging him in a tight embrace.  After a few moments, Sigma let out a whine. He dung his teeth into Nikolai’s shoulder, biting down. This was it. Both of them came. Their cries could probably be heard all the way downstairs; they were moaning that loudly.  

They stayed in that spot panting for a long time. When they finally caught their breath, Nikolai pulled out, and rolled off of Sigma. He laid on his back next to him. 

Sigma could already feel the hickeys starting to appear in the form of bruises on his skin, his lips ached from being kissed so much, and his lower back tingled. He smiled warmly. Nikolai's hips were exhausted. He could see and feel the bite mark appearing on his shoulder. He grinned a cheesy grin. In-sync they rolled over to face each other, which made them both giggle. Sigma’s giggle fell off into a sigh. Nikolai had successfully made him forget about everything that had happened for a while. 

“Shall we take a bath?” Nikolai asked. 

Sigma nodded. “I um…” He blushed. “I don’t want to be apart from you.” 

Nikolai’s smile became so soft and sincere. “You won’t be.”  He cupped his face and kissed his forehead. 

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The next two weeks Sigma spent every minute by Nikolai’s side. When he would remember the horrors that happened at the Somerset House ball, the two would make love, and he’d forget again for a while. He was focused remembering who he had saved, not who he had shot. He had saved Nikolai and now they were together. He reminded himself everyday, as if it somehow made his actions justifiable... 

Fyodor had hardly seen the two. He came out for dinner once, the first full day back at the manor. However, after that night, he ate all of his meals in his room. Sigma would leave a tray of food outside of his bedroom three times a day. There were a few times he heard Fyodor talking to someone inside the room. He couldn’t ever make out what was said, but it seemed like he was talking to someone in person... not over the phone. 

Nikolai was thoroughly enjoying his time with Sigma. It was more than making up for all the time they had lost.

One day he decided he wanted to ask Sigma an important question. So, he made plans. 

While Sigma was fast asleep one morning, he slinked downstairs- naked from the night before. He stood outside of Fyodor’s door on the way to the kitchen for a long moment. He was debating whether to knock or not. Before he had decided, the door opened. Fyodor stood in the doorway, in his black plush pajamas, with dark circles under his eyes. His long hair was in a messy bun at the top of his head.

Fyodor blinked. His eyes glanced down at Nikolai's crotch, then back up. He took note of the bite mark on Nikolai’s shoulder as he scanned him. “Koyla.” 

“Dos~kun~!” Nikolai smiled and did a cute little pose with double peace signs. 

“Were you looking for me?” Fyodor asked. “I was about to make a cup of tea.”

Nikolai nodded. His eyes were glittering at the opportunity to see Fyodor in such a sleepy state. In this state, he seemed so... harmless. 

“Where is Sigma?” Fyodor raised an eyebrow. 

“Fast asleep like the angel he is.” Nikolai replied. 

“Hmm.” Fyodor eyed him. “So did you miss me, or… do you want something?” 

“Both~!” Nikolai stepped closer to Fyodor. 

Fyodor eyed him. He had more than enough horniness backed… after the ball… after seeing Sigma in that dress...however…“I have work to do…” His eyes scanned him. He brought his left hand up to Nikolai’s chin. “I’m so close to cracking it. The mystery of that skull. I can feel it…” 

Nikolai blushed. 

Fyodor smirked at the blush he leaned in even closer. Their noses were almost touching. “I will spend some time with you when I am done, if you continue to be a good boy. I haven’t forgotten how you fulfilled our promise. You were such an obedient dog.” 

“V-Very well.” Nikolai stared at him, his face was red from blushing so much. Fyodor's deep purple-red eyes were hypnotizing. So tempting. 

“Now, what did you come to ask me?” Fyodor backed up a bit. 

“Oh!” Nikolai came back down to earth. “I’d like to take Sigma on a date today.” 

The Russian man raised an eyebrow. “That could work. It might be good to get Sigma out of the house. When I succeed with my connection, which will be today, I am not 100% sure what will happen… when contact is made.” 

“Ah, I see. Yes. I don’t think Sigma can be exposed to any more violence at the moment.  So, thank you Dos-kun~!” Nikolai paused. “However, I doubt he'll just believe you are going to allow us time to leave the manor...” 

Fyodor grinned mischievously. “You need a lie to tell Sigma as to why I am allowing you to go out. Is that right?” 

Nikolai grimaced. A lie sounded bad...

“I really should get back to work and you… need to get back in bed. So, I hope a note will do. I’ll leave it in the kitchen, for you to both find when you get up.” Fyodor told him. 

“Thank you.” Nikolai said. 

They stared at each other for a moment. 

Fyodor’s eyes couldn’t help but wander again. Nikolai was half-erect and in front of him. He was finding it hard to deny his own lust. 

“Good luck~” Nikolai winked. He moved in close to the Russian man again. “Next time… I hope you’ll fuck me with more than just your eyes.” His breath was warm against Fyodor’s face. "I still want you... that hasn't changed." He was smirking. 

As Nikolai tried to turn away, Fyodor grabbed him by the arm. He turned him around and kissed him. The clown grinned into the kiss. His fire for Fyodor was still burning strong. It was right beside his fire for Sigma. Although they were different colored flames…

Nikolai returned to his bedroom after their kiss with a big cheesy grin on his face. Sigma was still in bed, naked under a mountain of blankets, fast asleep. Creeping in ever so sneakily, he lifted the blankets and joined his lover. 

Sigma was laying flat on his stomach, his arms sprawled above him, shoved under the soft feather pillows. His head tilted to the right, where Nikolai could see his peaceful expression. 

Nikolai had noticed the nightmares and the fits of terror that came with them from night to night. Anytime it happened, he held Sigma close and they’d eventually end up cuddling or making love. Only then, would he sleep soundly. 

Last night had been another excellent session that threatened Nikolai’s heart to burst. His love for Sigma was so strong and so obvious when they were intimate like that. With a soft smile and a yawn, his snuggled up close to the slender man.

He ended up falling back asleep. 

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Sigma woke up a few hours later. 

Immediately he felt the weight of Nikolai on him. The two had rotated in their sleep and Sigma was now on his side with Nikolai spooning him from behind. The slender man cracked a smile. He was safe and in his lover’s arms. He laid there in silence and enjoyed the cuddling. 

Eventually, Nikolai stirred. “Mmm.” He rolled onto his back. 

Sigma rolled onto his stomach and inched closer to Nikolai. “Good morning.” He said.

“Mornin’ baby.” Nikolai’s voice was raspy. He yawned. 

Sigma kissed his chest. “I’m hungry.” 

Nikolai chuckled. “Hmm, how about we go make some pancakes~?” 

“With chocolate chips?” Sigma asked. 

Ugh, Sigma was so adorable! 

“With chocolate chips.” Nikolai smiled. 

Sigma rolled and leapt out of bed, rushing to put on a bathrobe.

Chuckling, Nikolai got out of bed too. 

Once they put on some robes, the two went downstairs to the kitchen. 

Sitting on the island counter was a note. Fyodor kept his word. 

Sigma noticed it right away. He looked at it. 

“My darlings, I’ll need the house to myself today, a special guest should be arriving. Take the car, and go out for the day. -Fyodor” 

Nikolai glanced at the note over Sigma’s shoulder. 

“He wants us to leave the house today?” Sigma asked. 

“Seems like it.” Nikolai said. There was a pause. “You know what that means~?” 

Sigma shook his head. 

“I can use this opportunity to take you on a date, just us~!” Nikolai said happily, he spun the slender man around to face him. 

Sigma’s eyes widened. Considering how it went down on their first date as a trio and then their most recent trip to London… he had his reservations about leaving the house.

“A completely safe date.” Nikolai added, noticing his expression. He touched his cheek. 

Sigma gave him a small smile. “I suppose if we have to go out… we should do something enjoyable…” He was still nervous.

“And relish the freedom.” Nikolai added. 

Sigma nodded.

“BUT FIRST~” Nikolai spun him in a circle. “I believe you wanted some chocolate chip pancakes.” He dipped him.

Sigma rolled his eyes but couldn’t help giggling. 

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After the two made breakfast, which consisted of Nikolai fooling around and putting pancake mix on Sigma just so he could lick it off, the two got ready to leave the house. 

For dramatic effect, they got ready in separate rooms. It was taking Sigma a long time to choose an outfit. He wanted something that was more feminine, because that’s what he preferred, but he was nervous. After getting called out by Ivan for being a “man in a dress”, he couldn’t help but get nervous.

There was a knock on his bedroom door after a while. 

“Are you almost ready my dear?” Nikolai’s voice came from the other side. 

He hadn’t even begun to put clothes on…

“I just need… a little longer.” Sigma replied.

There was a pause.

“I’m coming in.” Nikolai said. 

Before Sigma could react, Nikolai opened the door. 

He was wearing a white button down that had a black diamond pattern on it. The sleeves were rolled up and it was unbuttoned at the top, showing some of his chest. A red ascot was loosely tied around the collar. This shirt was tucked into a pair of white baggy jeans with a red belt. The pant legs were cuffed at the bottom, showing his matching diamond patterned socks. He wore black and white dress shoes, tied neatly. He held a black leather jacket in his hand. 

His long white hair was down and looking as soft as silk. His cologne was strong, but it smelled delicious. 

Meanwhile, Sigma was still in his bathrobe. He blushed. Nikolai looked amazing. 

“Oh?” Nikolai raised an eyebrow. 

Sigma turned away and crossed his arms. 

“What’s wrong?” Nikolai asked him. “Why haven’t you gotten dressed?” 

Sigma didn’t reply. 

Nikolai moved smoothly to him. Throwing the jacket on the bed, he hugged the slender man from behind. “What’s wrong baby?” 

The smell of his cologne was even stronger now. 

Sigma sighed. “I feel like….” His voice trailed off. 

Nikolai waited. 

Sigma took a deep breath. “I feel like I am going to be stared at if I dress how I want to dress.” 

Nikolai blinked. Ah… so this was about what Ivan had said. He moved around to the front of Sigma, who now had tears in the corners of his eyes. He gripped his date’s shoulders. 

“You can wear whatever you want to wear.” 

Sigma refused to make eye contact. 

Nikolai gently grabbed his chin. “Look at me.” 

Sigma slowly shifted his eyes. 

Nikolai smiled. He leaned in and kissed Sigma’s forehead. “However you dress- masculine or feminine- It doesn’t matter. whatever you wear, you’re going to look absolutely stunning.” He said. “You always do. So, wear what you want.” 

The tears dripped out of Sigma’s eyes and Nikolai wiped them away with his thumbs. 

“I just… feel like… I’m not…” Sigma’s voice was a bit shaky. “I’m not masculine. I feel like… I’m not much of a man.” 

“How about a woman?” Nikolai asked. 

Sigma shook his head. “I... I didn't pass..." 

Nikolai sighed. "She got to you. Huh?"

Sigma let out a sigh, he nodded and hugged Nikolai tightly. 

“I’ll kill anyone who looks at you funny.” Nikolai offered.

Sigma sighed. He smacked his back. “Bad Nikolai.” 

The clown cackled. 

Even though Nikolai was a goof… Sigma was glad that he always tried to cheer him up. 

They stood there for a moment, hugging. 

“Now…” Nikolai said, finally pulling out of the hug. “Let’s get you dressed.” 

“I have an outfit in mind.” Sigma said. “If I put it on… will you tell me if it looks silly?” 

Nikolai nodded. He sat down on the bed and crossed his legs. 

Sigma took a deep breath. He dug through his wardrobe and pulled out the pieces of clothing and shoes. Then he went into the bathroom and put them on. 

Once he was dressed, he did his hair and makeup and put on accessories. 

Before he walked out to show Nikolai, he looked in the mirror. He was happy with the result, but nervous about what people would think…

Sigma stepped out of the bathroom. Nikolai’s face lit up at the sight. 

Sigma was wearing a long simple black skirt that was flowing around him. A silver chain belt was wrapped around his waist. This was paired with a light gray ribbed turtleneck (hiding his hickeys) and a cropped white fur covered vest. His hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a white scrunchie. There were loose pieces of hair in the front that sculpted his face. He put on his glass Lily of the valley earrings, the same earrings that he had gotten on his first date with Fyodor. Silver bangles were on his left wrist and several silver rings were on his fingers on his hand that didn't have the burns that were still healing. His makeup was simple: white mascara to lengthen his naturally long eyelashes, white eyeliner, and hints of a shimmering highlight on his nose and cheeks. Silver rhinestone heeled boots were on his feet. They sparkled with each step towards Nikolai. 

The clown was speechless. 

Blushing, Sigma fidgeted with his fluffy vest nervously. “Well?” 

Nikolai blinked. 

“It looks silly, huh?” Sigma’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I shouldn’t wear a skirt…I... I can't wear one...” 

Nikolai jumped up. He crossed the room quickly. “You have never…” He was now right in front of Sigma. “You have never looked more lovely.” 

Sigma slowly smiled. 

Nikolai kissed his hand. “Wow.” He said, eyeing him again. “I’m lucky.” 

Blushing, Sigma shook his head. “You don’t need to go overboard…” 

“I’m going underboard.” Nikolai told him. “If we weren’t asked to vacate the house…” His voice trailed off. He eyed the bed. 

“S-Stop.” Sigma turned away. “We should go.” He bit his lip. 

Nikolai chuckled. He picked up his jacket and slipped it on. 

The two left the house holding hands. 

Notes:

To My Dear Readers:

I hope you like this chapter~!

I am a strong supporter of non-binary Sigma headcanons, if you couldn’t tell. I loved writing the scene where Nikolai supports him.

If you’re old enough to drink, re-read this fic and do a shot every time Sigma cries. (JK DON’T DO THAT, YOU’D PERISH)

Thank you for reading!
-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 13

Notes:

This is the last chapter I have rewritten as of 07/11/25. Check back for updates for chapters 14-22 soon!

Nikolai drove them to the nearby village of Alfriston. The stony village looked absolutely beautiful with colored trees losing their leaves. It was November now, and rather chilly. 

“What are we doing here?” Sigma cocked his head. 

“Fyodor used to take you here. Right?” Nikolai asked as he looked for a parking spot along the street. 

This was correct. Sigma had grown accustomed to this village, as Fyodor had taken him to and through this village on many of their dates.

“Yeah, he did take me here… sometimes.” Sigma nodded. 

“Well, I want to take you shopping to all your favorite stores and spoil you.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma’s cheeks turned pink in a matter of minutes. “We can do whatever I want?” He asked. 

“That’s right. Whatever you want .” Nikolai parked the car next to a street lamp. He got out of the car and walked to the left side to open the door for Sigma.  He had decided he would rewrite Sigma’s dates with Fyodor, while providing a safe date… as requested. 

“Thank you.” Sigma said, taking Nikolai’s hand and stepping out of the car onto the cobblestone sidewalk. 

They were right in the heart of the village.

“Sooo~ where to first?” Nikolai asked. 

Sigma thought for a moment. “There’s a bookstore down the street that I really enjoy.” 

“How did I know it would be a bookstore?” Nikolai teased him. 

“You said whatever I want.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai chuckled. He put his arm around Sigma’s shoulder and held him close. “Well then, let’s go.” 

They walked down the street until they came across a cute little stone bungalow with a red roof. The skinny stone chimney had smoke coming out of it. Nikolai opened the rounded red door for Sigma. Inside was a rustic and cozy bookstore. There were many antique wooden bookshelves with old and new books on them. In the center back wall was a stone fireplace that was roaring, warming the store. Red and brown leather chairs were set up in a corner next to a large window with a table that had a glass reading lamp on it. There was a wooden counter with an old-school register set up on top. 

Behind the counter was an older woman with gray curly hair and large round glasses that had a maroon beaded cord attached to them to keep them on her face. She was dressed in a brown wool sweater, maroon stretch pants, and brown loafers. A set of steps were behind her that led up to where the woman lived. This lady seemed to recognize Sigma. 

“Hello dear. It’s been awhile.” She spoke with a Scottish accent. 

"Good day Maggie.” Sigma said, smiling politely. 

Maggie eyed Nikolai. A different date, huh. What a shame. The other gentleman was such a well-mannered young man. And good reader…

Nikolai observed her stare. He smiled at her. 

“We’ve got some new ones in. Since the last time you were here.” Maggie said to Sigma, ignoring Nikolai’s smile. She came out from behind the counter. 

Nikolai realized that the woman had been standing on a stool behind the counter. She was quite short. 

Maggie waddled up to one of the shelves. “Since you prefer the more… romantic plots .” She stepped on a wooden step-stool and pulled three books off an upper shelf.  She accidentally dropped one book on the old wooden floor. Nikolai swooped in and picked up the book, handing it back to her. Now a lot closer to Nikolai, the old woman felt herself blush. Oh. Well… at least he’s handsome. “Thanks.” She said, stepping down off the stool. Then she turned to Sigma. “Try these on for size.” 

“Thank you Maggie.” Sigma said.

Maggie eyed him and his outfit. There was a glow around him. A glow that wasn’t there before. She slowly smiled. So… this was love.  “Are you going to introduce me to your friend? ” She asked. 

“Oh, how rude of me.” Nikolai said. He extended a hand out. “I’m Nikolai.” 

Maggie shook his hand. Sigma smiled at this. 

“And I’m more than just a friend .” Nikolai added. He kissed her wrinkled hand. 

“Well.” Maggie said, actually giggling a bit. She withdrew her hand. “I see you’ve been busy, dear.” She nodded at Sigma. “I’ll leave you two with the books.” 

She waddled back to her counter. 

Sigma was blushing. Nikolai laughed.

The two moved to the corner to take a seat and check out the books Maggie had given Sigma. Nikolai glanced over Sigma’s shoulder as Sigma read the descriptions on the back of the books. His eyes widened. These were all… smut books. His eyes shifted to Maggie, who gave him a wink. 

He snorted. 

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After purchasing all three of the books recommended by Maggie, the two left the bookstore. They went to a few more stores, mainly just to browse.

Sigma felt himself slipping into his normal routine, laughing where necessary, allowing him to hold his hand- to touch his waist. Prancing from store-to-store like he was some sort of display piece to show off. It felt so much like one his dates with Fyodor.  He had thought this date would be different. The familiarity wasn’t bad. He was being treated right, spoiled even. However, he had been hoping that this date would be a little different.  It was a safe date. He asked to be safe, and this was about as safe as you could get. 

Eventually they stopped at one of the small farmhouses in town. The stone and concrete farmhouse had a wooden log fence around with horses roaming in the yard as the sun was just beginning to set in the distance. 

Sigma approached a stark white horse that had a blue blanket on. The horse seemed to recognize him. He greeted the horse by scratching its chin. “Hello Reggie.” He pressed his forehead against the horse’s snout. 

Nikolai smiled, holding Sigma’s shopping bags, he approached the horse. “What a pretty horse you are.” He said. He used a free hand to gently touch the horse. 

Reggie whined and stomped his front left hoof. 

“He likes you.” Sigma said in a whisper. 

The two both stood there petting Reggie the horse.

Nikolai couldn’t help but wonder if the horse liked Fyodor too. Most animals did not… which was probably a red flag. 

“It’s funny…” Sigma spoke. “This horse always reminded me of you.” 

“I bet it’s ‘cause our hair totally matches~” Nikolai said, striking a pose next to the horse. “Although Reggie wears it better.” 

Reggie nodded his head and stomped his front left hoof. 

“Ah ha! I knew I liked you Reggie~” Nikolai clapped. 

Sigma found himself laughing genuinely. Here was Nikolai- being his true self. He wasn’t trying to show off anymore. The act had been dropped.  “I want to do something you’d like to do.” He said, interrupting Nikolai planting a little kiss on Reggie’s snout as he scratched his chin. 

Nikolai blinked. 

“Enough spoiling me. This reminds me too much of my dates with Fyodor.” Sigma said, turning to Nikolai. He closed the space between them. “You aren’t him… and I don’t mean that in a bad way.”  

Nikolai could tell he was serious. “Hmm, very well. That can be arranged- after dinner. I’m starving…” 

Sigma nodded. “That’s fine, I’m hungry too.”  

The two walked back to the center of the village and entered a local pub. The pub looked like any traditional English pub with a mahogany bar top and rack hanging above with all of the glassware. There were stools with worn leather seats and wooden tables with booth seating made of the same faded leather. The walls and floors were made of rough stone. It was possible that this pub was the first thing built in the village. It was loud inside near the bar area. So the two nestled in the corner booth. 

Nikolai handed Sigma a menu. “So… this date wasn’t what you expected. Huh?” 

Sigma sighed. “It’s not a bad date. I’m… I’m not trying to be ungrateful…” His voice trailed off. 

Nikolai’s hand reached across the table and held Sigma’s tightly. 

The slender man let out another sigh. He needed to get this out, and get it out properly. 

“Fyodor took me to do the same things. So, it feels like I’m on a date with him, not you . I don’t know if you are trying to compare yourself to him… or not… but I don’t want to be on a date with him. I want to be on a date with you. ” 

Nikolai slowly smiled. Someone actually liked him . No, he loved him. Sigma loved him for who he was.  Or… did he love who he thought he was?  After all… he was lying to Sigma. He had gotten him to kill. He… no. He needed to stop thinking about that.

“Well… I have a few favorite spots.” He said. 

“Then show me.” Sigma replied. 

They stared at each other. 

“We’ll start slow. How about that?” Nikolai asked. “If you enjoy the first stop, we’ll make a second.”

Sigma raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing these places are not the safest .” 

Nikolai hooted. “Well, the first one is totally safe… it’s the second place...that’s odd . You’ll be fine though, because you’ll be with me~” 

Sigma sighed. Why did he have to fall in love with some sketchy clown? “Then you better stay close to me.” 

“I will~” Nikolai nodded, smiling.

“I’m serious.” Sigma said, his brow was furrowed. 

Nikolai’s heart was racing. That specific question was on his mind again… but it wasn’t the right moment to ask. “I will protect you. No matter what.” 

Sigma gave him a nod and let out a sigh. “Good answer.” He turned back to the menu. 

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Once they decided what they wanted to order, Nikolai went up to the bar. He had ordered fish and chips, while Sigma ordered Shepherd’s pie. They each got a pint of beer. The couple ate their meals, which were delicious, and when they were done, they headed back to the car. 

Buckling up, Sigma turned to Nikolai. “So, where are we going?”  

Nikolai laughed. “You’ll see.” 

Sigma chuckled nervously. “Don’t make me regret this…” 

Laughing for a moment, he drove them outside of the village of Alfriston. 

A little ways outside of the village, but before the next town, there was a metal building with a slanted roof and a small parking lot. On the side of the building there was a hot pink sign that read “OPEN.” Next to the neon sign was a painted sign that read Paradise Island. It was completely dark outside; they were in the countryside. The only light was provided by two tall street lamps in the parking lot beside the building. 

This looked interesting…to say the least. 

“Where are we?” Sigma asked. 

“You know the special collection I have in my room?” Nikolai replied. "I had to get those items from somewhere." 

Sigma raised an eyebrow. 

The clown parked the car. He exited and walked over to the passenger side. He helped Sigma out of the car. Holding his hand, he led him to the large metal door. Sigma’s heart started racing. 

They entered the building. It was dimly lit with red lights. His pink eyes adjusted after a moment. The walls were covered in red and purple velvet fabrics, the floors were black and white linoleum tiles. There were many dark wooden shelves and racks and… displays. On the shelves were sex toys of all shapes and sizes. The racks had costumes, sexy costumes, in all sizes. The displays featured big pieces like a BDSM Latex suit, a sex swing, a bondage board. 

The furthest corner had dressing rooms, curtains fashioned of the same fabric concealed them. The closest corner had a glass counter with more expensive items locked inside. Behind the counter was a very beautiful woman. She had long dark purple hair and an alternative look to her, as she was covered in tattoos and piercings. She was wearing an oversized band t-shirt as a dress with ripped tights and purple combat boots. 

She looked up at the pair. “Oi! Nikolai!” She greeted the clown. “Been awhile.” 

“Yo~!” Nikolai smiled. “Kiki!” 

Kiki eyed Sigma. “Is this that guy you always talked about?” 

Sigma blinked. 

“Oh, no. That would be our other partner.” Nikolai clarified. 

Ah, Fyodor. 

“You got two now?” She chuckled. “Hell. No wonder you’re back in here again.”

Nikolai slid an arm around Sigma’s waist. “Sigma is our little bottom .” He poked him on the nose. 

“Nikolai!” Sigma blushed. 

Kiki came out from behind the counter and walked up to the two, eyeing Sigma up and down. “That’s just not fair.” 

Sigma cocked his head. “Sorry?” 

“Oh. Don’t mind me.” She turned away. “I’m just… jealous that there’s a bloke who has the perfect shade of purple hair and is prettier than I’ll ever be.” She sighed dramatically.

Sigma snorted. 

“Laughing just means you agree.” Kiki joked, shaking a pointed finger. She walked up to one of the shelves, she grabbed a box that contained a huge dildo. “Moving on, this is one of our newest products. Bigger than anything you've bought before.” She said to Nikolai.

Sigma stared at it and looked at Nikolai with desperate “doe eyes": Please no. 

Nikolai giggled. “Oh no… I don’t need anymore toys. I’m actually here for a little fashion show.” 

Sigma was confused. 

Kiki chuckled. “I see. Well, in that case- the dressing rooms are all yours. If ya need help, you know where I am.” She returned to the counter. 

“Nikolai… what are you planning?” Sigma asked him quietly. 

“Oi!” Kiki called out to them once more. “No fucking in the dress rooms though. That’s still off limits.”

Nikolai laughed loudly. 

Sigma was grateful that they were the only ones inside that place. 

Holding him by the waist still, Nikolai led Sigma over to the dressing rooms and the racks nearby. 

“Soooo~ I have a proposal .” He said. 

“A what?” Sigma blushed at the mere word.

Nikolai noticed this. UGHHH! He's so adorable. He could just eat him up~! He cleared his throat. “We each pick outfits for each other and then we try them on~! We’ll come out of the dressing room at the same time and surprise each other.” 

Sigma’s cheeks were still flushed. “And you’ll wear whatever I pick?” 

“As long as you’ll do the same~” Nikolai nodded in agreement.

Well… if this is what Nikolai wanted to do… how could Sigma say no? He just asked him to “be himself.” He certainly wasn’t holding back anymore… bringing him to an adult store. 

“Fine.” Sigma said, crossing his arms.

Nikolai clapped his hands. “Yippee~!” 

The pretty man leaned in close to his clown companion. “Just remember the rule- no fucking in the dressing rooms. ” He said flirtatiously, batting his eyelashes. 

Nikolai's eyes got wide. Wow. It was going to take everything within him not to break that rule. 

They both scanned the racks. Once they secured costumes, they exchanged them and entered the dressing rooms. 

“Are you ready~?” Nikolai asked. 

Sigma starred in the mirror at himself. Jeez… “I guess so.” 

Both of them stepped out of their dressing rooms. 

Nikolai was dressed in a tight-fitted black and white butler’s outfit, complete with a monocle. His eyes locked on Sigma, and he felt a rush of warmth to his cheeks. Sigma was wearing a maid’s dress. It was black and had long flowing sleeves with a very very short skirt. The full body apron was frilly and had lace details. It came with a maid’s lace headband, a black choker, and white thigh highs that had little bows on them. His eyes were scanning every inch of his body, making the slender man blush. 

“Y-You… don’t need to stare so much.” Sigma blushed. 

Clearing his throat, Nikolai said “Oh this is coming home with us.” His hands were immediately on Sigma’s waist. Before he could argue, Nikolai kissed him. 

Sigma blushed even more after the kiss. He pouted.

Nikolai studied him again for a brief moment, then he turned back to the racks. “Next~” His hand stopped. “OH!” 

He turned around and in his hands was a shiny red playboy bunny suit. 

“Oh no…” Sigma sighed. “Really?” 

Nikolai nodded. 

Angrily, Sigma turned to the rack and found the same suit in black. “Then you have to put this one on too!” He shoved in Nikolai’s hands and yanked the red suit. 

Nikolai laughed. “That’s fine by me~” 

They returned to their respective dressing rooms. 

Sigma removed the maid costume. He carefully hung it back up and stared at the playboy bunny suit. He sighed.  He recalled when Nikolai had begged him to wear a bunny costume like this.  He slid it on. There were no stockings, as they were sold separately. So, when his ass was exposed, for the most part.  He added the accessories, the collar, the cuffs, the ears, the… tail.  He blinked at himself in the mirror. Oh! He spun around. Ohhhhhh… He stared at himself. Nikolai had been correct. His ass looked… really good. The suit fit his body perfectly. 

“Are you almost ready~?” Nikolai called from the other dressing room. 

“I’m not coming out.” Sigma replied back. 

“Awww come on~” Nikolai attempted to coax him. 

“It looks good. We should get it.” Sigma replied. “But… if I walk out there… there’s no way you are going to… maintain control and not break the rules of this establishment. ” 

A pause.

Nikolai burst into laughter. “Well then… it’ll be a surprise, I guess.” 

Sigma began peeling off the suit. “We should get some red fishnet stockings to go with it.” 

“Mmmm… you do look so delicious in red.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma then heard Nikolai emerge from the dressing room. He heard him talking to Kiki about something, it was muffled. Blushing, he put on his normal skirt and top before emerging from the dressing room. His jaw dropped. 

Nikolai was standing there in a suggestive pose wearing the bunny suit he had given him to try on. Except- he had kept his heart boxers underneath and they were sticking out in all directions. 

Sigma started laughing. He laughed and he laughed. 

“What’s wrong, Sigma-chan? Don’t I look ravishing?” Nikolai winked. 

Kiki was cackling from across the room. “Fucking dork.” 

Nikolai stuck out his tongue. 

When Sigma was finally done laughing, he wiped tears out of the corners of his eyes. “You get one more outfit. So choose wisely.” 

Nikolai winked again. “Oh, I’ve already selected something.” 

Regret washed over Sigma as Nikolai handed him a white fuzzy cat bikini outfit. The bottoms were nothing more than a thong. It came with matching cat ears, paws, white thigh-highs, and… a tail. The kind of tail that… had to be inserted . 

“S-Surely I can’t just try that on.” Sigma tried to say. 

“I already paid for this and all of the other outfits.” Nikolai chirped. 

Ah… so that’s what he had been doing. 

“What if it doesn’t fit?” Sigma asked. 

“Oh~ it will. I know your measurements. Got 'em memorized.” Nikolai smiled almost… innocently, but was it was not innocent. 

Of course did, he had ordered the dress for Sigma for the ball.

“Then I shouldn’t need to try it on.” Sigma crossed his arms. 

“You can try it without the tail.” Nikolai shot back. 

Sigma sighed. His cheeks were flushed. “F-Fine.” 

He entered the dressing room. He removed his clothes and put on the cat outfit. It was actually… very soft and felt more like pajamas than anything. He put on the ears, the thigh highs, the paws. He did not touch the tail. He stared at himself in the mirror. He had realized the thigh highs had little pink cat paw pads on the bottom. 

He felt ridiculous. Although… he had to admit… he looked adorable. 

He swung open the curtain, looking pissed off. His arms were crossed.

Nikolai had changed back into his normal clothes. His two-toned eyes bulged at the sight of Sigma. “C-Cute!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black and white striped cell phone. He snapped a few pictures. 

“Woa, woa! What the fuck!!?” Sigma smacked him. The little paw on his hand- squeaked. “Where did you get that phone?” 

Nikolai giggled. “Oopsie~ Don’t tell Dos-kun but I’ve had this for awhile… it's my secret phone.” 

It was true. Nikolai had his own personal phone that Fyodor didn’t know about. He didn’t know… because if he knew, he’d definitely put a tracker on it. And while Nikolai tolerated a lot of his stalker behaviors, he didn’t always want to be tracked. 

He snapped one more photo: a selfie with Sigma angrily in the background. 

“KOYLA!” Sigma yelled. 

Nikolai’s face went beet-red. “D-Did you just…” 

Sigma blinked then became flustered. “S-Sorry!” He backed away towards the dressing room. That was Fyodor's nickname for Nikolai. 

Nikolai closed the space between them. “Say it again.” 

Sigma gulped. His eyes met Nikolai’s; he was worried he had upset him. However- Nikolai was looking at him as if he had fallen even more in love with him. “Koyla.” He repeated. 

Nikolai stared at him. After a moment or two, he turned away and cleared his throat. “G-Get changed.” He lowered his voice. “Before I lose control and break the rules of this fine establishment.” 

No fucking in the dressing rooms.

Sigma nodded. He entered the dressing room quickly and immediately sank to his knees. A slip of the tongue… that’s what it was… but OH, the way Nikolai had stared at him. Yes, Sigma would be using that nickname more often now. His heart was pounding in his chest. 

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With purchases in hand, the two got into the car and headed to the next place. Sigma couldn’t stop thinking about the way Nikolai had stared at him after he called him “Koyla.” He has been blushing since and almost forgot that the next location they were going to was going to be kind of sketchy. 

It was a winding drive through the woods outside of the village on a dirt road before they pulled up in front of what looked like a very large brown and green house covered in fading ivy vines in the countryside. Sigma suddenly became very aware of how far out from the village they were. “What is this?” He asked, nervously.

Nikolai parked the car, next to a bunch of other cars that were in the front lawn. It looked as if no lights were on inside of the home at all. Every window was dark. The only visible lights were two porch lights illuminating the stone front walkway. This looked like a typical haunted house. “We are at one of my favorite places to play ~” The clown said, in a slightly seductive but cheery tone.

Sigma gulped. Oh boy…

Nikolai got out of the car and walked around to help Sigma out. Holding his hand, he led the slender man towards the house.

“Should I be scared?” Sigma asked. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Oh no~ all of these people know me.” He let go of his hand and wrapped an arm around his slim waist. “And I will make it very clear that you are with me.” 

All of these people? 

They reached the door: a large and ornately carved wooden door with a huge metal gargoyle knocker on the front. With his free hand, Nikolai knocked on the door with the metal knocker. A small slit carved out in the door opened and a pair of dark brown eyes with long lashes peered out at the two. 

“Nikolai? That you?” A sweet sounding female voice with an American accent came through the slit. 

“In the flesh.” Nikolai replied. 

The slit closed and the sounds of locks being undone could be heard. The door opened a few moments later to reveal a very tall, very buff woman. Although she was muscular, she was anything but masculine . Her face was very feminine, she had simple but pretty makeup on and very long eyelashes and red lipstick. Her long brown hair was styled in a vintage pin-up girl style. She was wearing a very sexy red cocktail dress and red pumps that made her even taller than  normal. She was smiling. 

“It has been so damn long.” She nodded at Nikolai. Her voice was melodic. Her eyes shifted to Sigma. “You brought a friend?” 

“A date. ” Nikolai corrected her. 

Her smile grew. “Well, well.” She nodded at Sigma. “They call me Ruby.” 

He had this strange feeling that was a nickname. “I’m Sigma.” He glanced around the room. 

They were in a foyer area that was linked to a long hallway. The inside of the house looked old, and vintage. It was almost as if they had stepped back in time to the 1940s. Beautiful woodwork molding lined the ceilings, there was old floral wallpaper on the walls, and gorgeous shiny wooden floors. There was no furniture, other tall lamps with fabric shades that had little beads dangling from them. There were a few paintings hung on the walls, all of which were of flowers. The most unusual part was that the windows were covered by thick black fabric, which was stabled tightly around the frame of each one. 

So that’s why it looked so dark from the outside…

“Nice to meet ya.” Ruby led them down the hallway. 

Sigma was so confused. What was this place? 

Nikolai kept his hand around Sigma’s waist.

The group came to a wooden door at the end of the hallway. Ruby opened it. The first thing Sigma noticed was the noise. There was music playing, jazz music, and the voices of men and women. He wondered if that door had been soundproofed, because he was not expecting that much noise. He blinked a few times. This was… a casino . 

Built into what was once a very grand large living room, was an underground casino floor. There were Craps tables, Roulette, Blackjack and Poker. One corner was full of slot machines, another corner had booths set up for money/chip exchanges. It had beautiful hand-carved and ornate wooden walls and the same shiny wooden floors. There was a huge stone fireplace, not lit, with a taxidermy moose head above the mantle. A large chandelier made of deer antlers huge front the ceiling near this fireplace. Along the back wall, was a set of double doors that were propped open. It appeared the next room was set up as a lounge with a bar. 

Sigma was shocked to say the least. 

Ruby left them, going back to her post at the door. A few of the men, mostly dressed in suits, glanced at the door. 

“Nikolai!” They chanted, acknowledging the clown. 

“Boys~!” Nikolai waved. “Been awhile, I know, I know!” 

A few of them eyed Sigma, which made him slightly uncomfortable. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn the skirt…

Nikolai leaned close to his ear. “It’s okay. They aren’t going to say anything. This is a judgment free-zone.” 

It was like he read his mind. “W-Why are they staring then?” Sigma whispered back. 

“They are staring, because I have never brought anyone here with me before.” Nikolai told him before kissing him on the cheek. 

Sigma blushed. “Not even Fyodor?” He asked.

“Not even Fyodor.” Nikolai nodded. “Come on, let’s play.” He led him to the exchange booths. 

After Nikolai paid for some chips, he turned to this date and began to explain the layout of the home.

“Downstairs is the casino floor, as you can see, and the lounge, where they have cocktails. Upstairs… is used for something… different . 

Sigma side eyed him, suspiciously. 

Lowering his voice, Nikolai said: “That’s where the orgies are.” Then he giggled at Sigma’s blush and surprised face. 

The slender man cleared his throat. “Yeah…I’d prefer to keep you to myself tonight.” 

Chuckling, he said. " Don't worry, I usually skip that floor." The clown glanced around the casino floor. There were a few table spots open, and plenty of slot machines. “You were raised in a casino.” He said quietly.

“Yes.” He replied. It was weird hearing the word “raised” but… when he thought about it… Sigma couldn’t think of a better word. 

“Go ahead and choose a game, casino expert ~” Nikolai’s tone was flirtatious. 

Sigma sighed. “Do I have to?” 

“I wanna see your skills.” Nikolai told him. 

“I didn’t get to play all the time, you know that, right?” Sigma said. “I was basically a slave. I don't know if I know how to play properly.” 

“Hmm.” Nikolai contemplated. “Okay, then I’ll pick and we’ll play something together.” 

Sigma could live with that. He nodded in agreement. 

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Nikolai chose Poker first, a classic. They both dealt in. Sigma won. Next he chose Black Jack, and again… Sigma won. Each game they played, Sigma won. Even the slot machines. He seemed to know exactly when to press the button to stop the slot. This was drawing the attention of a lot of the other people playing. Although, this was not in a negative way at all.

This casino was different, this casino was fun. He received many compliments on his skills. The men here respected Nikolai… or perhaps… some feared him. Therefore they respected Sigma, as he was his date. 

Nikolai couldn’t stop bragging about his date, to anyone who would listen. Sigma was so composed and confident the second they started playing… it was like… he had it in his blood. This confidence was so sexy.

Sigma was surprising himself. He’d never formally played at a casino, but he had watched and watched and watched people play for so long… he just knew what to do and how to carry himself. 

He had noticed that every time he looked up from his cards or the machines or the roulette table… Nikolai was staring at him so intensely. It made him blush every time, but he maintained his composure otherwise. 

Eventually after a successful streak on the slot machines, Nikolai ushered Sigma into the lounge to take a break. 

“So~ You don’t know if you know how to play huh?” He teased him in a whispery voice. 

“Hey now… I never formally sat down and played for real, with real gambling.” Sigma said in his defense. 

Nikolai slid his arm around his waist again. He leaned in close to his date. “I think it’s so sexy, how confident you become. The confidence suits you.” 

Sigma nearly choked on his own salvia. The clown’s breath was against his neck and it caused goosebumps. “I-I… Thank you.” 

Nikolai chuckled. 

This lounge was pretty dark. The only lighting was a dimly glowing red stained glass chandelier and wall sconces that held red candles that were lit. The walls had dark red wallpaper and the floors were parquet wooden.  It most likely was used as a smoking parlor when the house was originally built.  One corner had a newer-built wooden bar area with simple wooden stools parked at it. There was a male bartender behind it, dressing nicely in a white button down, black pants, and suspenders. His black hair was slicked back and he had a mustache. The rest of the room had many tattered leather or fabric couches and chairs with tables set up near them. Every table had an ashtray on it. A few people were seated at the bar and a couple of people were seated on one of the couches. 

“Go ahead and find a seat.” Nikolai said in a low voice. “I’ll get us some drinks.” 

Sigma nodded and he chose a love seat couch furthest away from the other people in the room. 

Nikolai walked up to the bar and returned a few minutes later with two glowing cocktails. He sat down beside Sigma. 

“What are those?” Sigma’s eyes lit up. 

“Appletinis.” Nikolai said with a grin. 

He handed it to Sigma, who studied it. Oh… there was a single light-up ice cube, which made the green drink look like it was glowing in the dark room. 

Nikolai clinked his glass against Sigma’s. “Cheers.” 

“Cheers.” Sigma repeated.

They both sipped their drink- yummy. 

“Sooo… is this more like me?” Nikolai asked. 

“Yes. I’m having fun.” Sigma told him. 

Nikolai slowly smiled. 

They sipped their drinks. The drinks were light and fruity, so it didn’t take long for them to finish them, placing the empty glasses onto the low wooden table in front of them. 

“Sigma… there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Nikolai said, inching closer to him on the couch. 

“Hm?” Sigma cocked his head. 

Nikolai’s heart skipped a beat. Sigma was so damn beautiful…

Reaching for his hand, Nikolai spoke in a gentle voice. “I was wondering… I don’t know… I mean, I do know but…” 

Sigma had never seen Nikolai so nervous. “Breathe.” He reminded him. 

Pausing to breathe, Nikolai spoke again. “I was wondering if you’d like to be my boyfriend?” 

Sigma felt a lump in his throat. 

“I know… it’s just a title to most… but I don’t want to just be your friend who is also your lover . I want… us to be together, in a relationship.” Nikolai explained. 

“I-I want that too.” Sigma replied. “I-It’s just…” 

“Dos-kun.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma nodded. 

“If a part of you loves him too, and you’d rather be with him in that way… please tell me now.” Nikolai’s voice was a little shaky. He was used to being just a bedtime lover… but with Sigma he thought things could be different. 

“I don’t want to settle down with him.” Sigma cleared the air. 

Nikolai let out a sigh of relief. 

“I just know that you and I can never be a couple, because there will always be Fyodor. It will never just be us.” Sigma said. 

“I know that too, and I’ve accepted it. He needs us. I need him… but I also need you .” Nikolai stated. “I want you, Sigma… more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone before.” 

This caused Sigma’s face to turn red. Thankfully this was a dark room… 

“I want our relationship to be clearly defined, even if it is just between us, our secret.” Nikolai finished up his little speech. "Wouldn't you like to go on more dates? Like a real couple" 

Sigma squeezed his hand. He paused. “Will Fyodor allow that?” 

“I’ll speak with him. He may agree, if we continue to keep him as our third in bed. Besides… I get the feeling he’ll be busy with work soon.” Nikolai said. Of course… In truth, Fyodor had already agreed to those things when Nikolai kept his promise and got Sigma to shoot Ivan. 

Sigma thought about it for a moment. This wasn’t a hesitation, this was him deciding what he wanted to be called. He leaned in close to Nikolai. “You can call me your boyfriend, Koyla .” He whispered in his ear. 

This gave Nikolai chills. His hands sprung to Sigma’s face. He pulled him closer and kissed him- hard. 

Their lips parted and the two locked eyes. 

“I want you to refer to me as your boyfriend too.” Nikolai said, breathlessly. He kissed him again. He pressed his forehead against his after. 

“You’re my boyfriend.” Sigma said. His eyelashes fluttered. He moved his body even closer to Nikolai’s, draping his legs across his lap. “I love you.” 

Nikolai’s heart was pounding in his chest. He kissed him for the third time. He twisted and twirled his lavender hairs that were loose around his face. 

When Nikolai tried to pull away, Sigma gripped his face and kissed him. This time, he slid his tongue into his mouth.  The clown moaned. The sound gave Sigma chills. With his legs draped, he could feel Nikolai get hard. He couldn’t blame him. He was getting hard too. Eventually they had to pull back from another to breathe. Panting, they both finally remembered they were in a public place. Sigma glanced around the room, but no one seemed to care at all. Nikolai smiled and went in for another kiss. 

“H-Hey…” Sigma said against his lips in a breathy voice. 

“Hi~” He replied, pressing his lips against his. 

Sigma whimpered as they kissed. After, drained of breath again, he panted “Can we go somewhere more… private ?” 

Nikolai slowly smiled. “I know a place.” 

Getting up, the two left the lounge hand in hand. They cut through the casino floor and to a small side door that led to a hallway with a grand dark and light wood staircase. 

“Really?” Sigma raised an eyebrow. Not the floor with the orgies...

“Trust me.” Nikolai said. 

Up the stairs they went. At the top of the first landing was a long hallway full of doors with a red, blue, and gold floor runner rolled out across the wooden floors. The walls were white with wooden molding at the ceiling. The hallway was lit only by wall sconces with yellow candles lit. It may have been spooky to Sigma… if he wasn’t so worked up.  As they walked down the hall, Sigma heard several sounds from behind the closed doors. Moans, Thuds, and even a whipping sound. A part of him was curious. 

At the end of the hall, there were two doors marked as the bathroom. They slipped inside .Nikolai locked the door of the bathroom. 

There was an old clawfoot tub with a shower head extension. A clear shower curtain was hung up. Beside it was a rack full of towels. And next to that, an empty wicker hamper intended for any used towels. A place for guests to shower if they needed to after the…activities, no doubt.  Other than the shower, there was a toilet and a sink, that’s it. The sink was built into a mahogany cabinet. On the wall was a large mirror with a wooden frame. A ceramic lamp hung from the ceiling, providing a decent amount of light on the black and white tile walls.  

Feeling confident again, Sigma pushed his boyfriend against the door. Nikolai gasped, a grin appearing on his face. So sexy…

“I love you.” Sigma said. 

“I love you too.” Nikolai told him. 

They shared a sweet kiss that developed into a hot and heavy one. During which, Nikolai’s hands moved up to Sigma’s vest, removing it. After, they slid under his shirt, feeling his soft skin.  He’d strip him naked, right here.  He began to pull the shirt up, which caused his partner to pull back from the kiss. Making eye contact as he lifted his own shirt off the rest of the way. Dual colored eyes scanned Sigma’s torso and returned to his face. 

Still feeling the confidence, Sigma pulled down his skirt while staring at his partner. Then, in a teasing manner, slowly stripped out of it and his shoes. He was left in nothing more but his underwear.

Smiling, Nikolai dropped to his knees. He stared up at Sigma. “You are so stunning.” He kissed his thighs. “My gorgeous boyfriend.”

Sigma had goosebumps. He ran a hand through Nikolai’s hair. Nikolai’s hands rested on his hips. He grabbed the rim of his panties and slowly slid them off. He was greeted by Sigma’s erection. Licking his lips, he returned the greeting with a kiss to the tip. Sigma shuddered. He licked it and then began suck in the shaft. Moans and little gasps came out of Sigma’s mouth. He continued to play with Nikolai’s hair. 

Nikolai’s eyes stared up at Sigma, taking in every inch of his furrowed brow, closed fluttering eyes, and open mouth. His face was red. He pushed his dick all the way to the back of his throat and sucked down hard. He felt throbbing. After a bit of this, he pulled back. Rising up, he kissed Sigma. 

“W-Why’d you stop?” Sigma panted after the kiss. 

Grinning, Nikolai reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out a small sample size tube of lubricant. “This was a freebie at the store.” 

Sigma bit his lip.

Nikolai kissed him again, backing him up until he hit the sink behind him. He lifted the slender man and sat him on the sink. Then he kissed his neck, grinding against him.

Gasping for air, Sigma moaned. His erection was rubbing against the bulge in Nikolai’s pants. 

“Roll over.” Nikolai said in a breathy voice right into his ear. 

He backed up and Sigma stepped down off the sink. He turned over. Nikolai bent him over the sink, and placed the lube down beside him.

“Good boy.” He breathed in Sigma’s ear.

"C-Can... you tell me... I'm a good girl?" Sigma asked. He blushed. He had said that out loud. 

Nikolai didn't flinch. He merely nipped at Sigma's ear lobe. "Good girl." He breathed heavily. Then he hastily undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them and his underwear down to reveal his erection. Grabbing the lube, he squirted some onto himself and some onto Sigma’s ass. 

Sigma was looking down at the sink countertop until he felt a tug on his ponytail. He looked up into the mirror on the wall and saw Nikolai. The clown was grinning back at him. 

“Watch.” He said. 

Sigma blinked. He watched as Nikolai pushed himself inside. He whimpered. 

Nikolai closed his eyes for a moment when he bottomed out. Damn. Sigma felt so good. His eyes opened and he looked at Sigma in the mirror. “You took that perfectly. Like such a good girl.” He pulled out and pushed back in. He would give into whatever kink Sigma had, and he's call him whatever he wanted. 

Sigma moaned. 

One hand gripping Sigma’s hips, the other on the edge of the sink, Nikolai thrusted. 

They stared at each other in that mirror. 

“H-Harder.” Sigma said.

Nikolai chuckled. “So demanding.” He said, but fulfilled the request. 

Sigma moaned, drool dripped down his chin. He watched as Nikolai railed him. His face was hot. His boyfriend. His love. His family. His long white eyelashes fluttered. 

Nikolai moaned. “How wonderful.” He was thinking about how confident Sigma had been on the casino floor. His demeanor was so sexy. Thinking about that side of Sigma; he plowed into him. 

Sigma’s head was starting to bob down towards the sink. He couldn’t handle all this praise. 

“Tsk. Come on now…” Nikola pulled his ponytail again, forcing him to look up in the mirror once more. “I want you to watch~” He said in a sing-songy voice. 

Whimpers spilled out of Sigma’s mouth. His pink eyes looked at Nikolai and then looked at his hips as he thrusted. He returned his gaze to himself. His face was red. He was drooling a bit, his mouth agape. His hair was slipping out of the ponytail at the sides, joining his bangs. His eyes rolled. He was so close. His eyes shifted back to Nikolai. They stared at each other.

Both of Nikolai’s hands gripped Sigma’s waist. He watched himself pushing his boyfriend to the edge.   He grunted. This was it. He pulled out suddenly.  Sigma watched as Nikolai came. His juices were spurting onto Sigma’s ass and lower back, marking him. The clown looked delighted. 

Catching his breath, he grabbed a folded and clean towel and wiped Sigma clean. He dropped the towel into the hamper in the corner of the room, then returned to Sigma. 

“Your turn.” Nikolai whispered in his ear in a raspy voice. His hand reached into the basin and wrapped around Sigma’s shaft. He stroked it. “You’ve been so good tonight.” 

Sigma whimpered. His body shook a bit. He watched in the mirror as Nikolai was giving him a hand job. He panted. His face was hot. 

“There’s my adorable Sigma.” Nikolai said. “Now you can watch yourself cum.” 

“Koyla…” Sigma said breathlessly.

“That’s so sexy… the way you say my nickname” Nikolai stroked him faster. “Ugh…” He growled. 

A loud moan came out of Sigma’s mouth. His dick throbbed. The warm fluids burst out of him, and into the sink bowl.

Nikolai didn’t let up until he had finished completely. Only then, did he withdraw his hand. 

Panting, Sigma didn’t move for a few minutes. 

“H-How was that?” Nikolai asked. 

“W-We should do it in front of mirrors more often.” Sigma said, still panting. 

Nikolai grinned mischievously.

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The couple left the underground casino after cashing out. Nikolai had insisted Sigma keep the money he had won, even though he bought the chips for him to play. 

For the first time, Sigma had his own funds. In total he had won a whopping 10,000 £. A good investment to have, just in case. The pair agreed that they would hide said funds at the manor. For the time being, the rolled up money was placed inside one of the shopping bags. 

When they pulled up in front of the manor, Sigma suddenly shuddered. 

“Are you alright?” Nikolai asked him.

“Y-Yeah.” Sigma replied. Something was off. 

Nikolai parked the car. He helped Sigma out and then collected the shopping bags. The two walked towards the mansion, arms linked together.

There was a chill in the air. Perhaps that is what made Sigma shudder. 

They entered the house. Voices could be heard coming from the living room. 

Their intention was to go straight upstairs to Nikolai’s room to go for a second round . However, they hardly made it up the stairs. Fyodor stepped out of the living room and into the foyer. “Ah, I thought I heard you two come in.” He looked much paler than usual. 

“Dos-kun~” Nikolai said cheerfully. 

Fyodor eyed the bags in his hands. “You two look like you’ve had…fun.” 

“We were on our way to have even more fun~ ” Nikolai replied.

Fyodor chuckled then winced. “Before that.. . I’d like you to come down and meet our guest.” 

His wincing didn’t go unnoticed by Nikolai and Sigma, who were immediately concerned. The two exchanged glances. 

“Alright.” Sigma said. They went back down the few steps they had climbed and followed Fyodor to the living room.

Sigma’s heart was racing and he wasn’t sure why. 

Sitting on the couch near the fireplace was a very pale man. 

He had very long white hair, parted in the center and held away from his face by shiny onyx hair clips. His skin was almost sickly pale and he was slender. Alarming were his red snake-like eyes, framed by long white lashes. His thin lips painted a red to match. Contrasting were his clothes, dark gray and black traditional Japanese montsuki with red detailing. His long feminine finger nails were painted black to match his outfit. A silver necklace with a strange rune was dangling from his neck. 

This man was extremely pretty. He was almost ethereal… but in a sort of creepy way. 

In his hands were a red floral tea cup and a matching saucer. He brought the tea cup up to his lips, sipping from it as he stared at Sigma and Nikolai. His snake-like eyes were darting back and forth, until they locked on Sigma. 

Sigma gulped. A chill went down his spine. 

“My associates.” Fyodor said. “This is Nikolai, my jester. He handles the more… violent tasks .” 

Nikolai nodded. 

Sigma slid his eyes to look at Nikolai briefly before returning to the eerie pale man. 

“And Sigma…” Fyodor’s voice trailed off. “Sigma will be our intelligence analyst in the future.” He touched Sigma’s chin. "He's my creation." 

Sigma could see there was a shine across Fyodor’s forehead. He was sweating . He was wearing layers of clothes but… this was unusual. 

Nikolai slid an arm around Sigma’s waist instinctively, protectively. Sigma relaxed only slightly at his touch. 

The pale man placed his tea cup on the saucer and gently put it down on the coffee table. He rose up, red eyed still locked on Sigma. He was shorter than Nikolai, but taller than Sigma and much taller than Fyodor. He bowed to the pair politely. “My name is Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.” He said in perfectly good English. “A pleasure to meet you. It seems that I will be joining your ranks.” 

Nikolai eyed Fyodor, who wouldn’t look at the clown. 

“I am particularly charmed…” Shibuawa moved in close to the pair. “To meet you. ” He gently grasped Sigma’s hand and brought it up to his red lips. He kissed it, causing Sigma to blush and Nikolai to tighten his grip on his waist. “You have a unique ability, so I’ve heard. You are a fine specimen.” He eyed Nikolai’s hand on Sigma’s waist and let go of his hand. “I cannot wait to see you in action.” His reptilian eyes went up Sigma’s body to his face. 

Nikolai squinted. A grimace appeared on his face. 

Sigma slowly turned to Fyodor. He really wasn’t looking good… Fyodor turned and glanced at Sigma and noticed the concerned look on his face. 

“I hate to say this so soon, but I think we should call it an evening. I’m certain you are tired from your travels, Shibusawa.” Fyodor said. 

Without taking his red eyes off of Sigma, he nodded politely. “I am very exhausted, my face is aching something awful.” 

Fyodor smiled. “Koyla, please show our guest to his room. I’ve set up the one next to yours.” 

“Righto.” Nikolai nodded. His mouth felt dry as he spoke. 

“I shall retire then. Goodnight.” Fyodor left the room. 

Sigma noticed he was walking very slowly. 

“Dos-kun‘s room is downstairs.” Nikolai said. “We stay upstairs.” He led Sigma out of the room, holding his hand tightly. 

Shibusawa followed. “You refer to Fyodor as ‘Dos-kun’, have you lived in Japan before?” He asked as they climbed up the stairs. 

“I met Fyodor while I was in Japan, but that’s a story for another time.” Nikolai replied, he chuckled politely.

Sigma blinked. He didn’t know that…

They reached the top of the stairs. Shibusawa glanced around. “This home is very eerie.” 

Funny for him to say that. 

“It’s an old manor.” Nikolai said, matter-of-factly. No joking or teasing. The clown was unsure of this "guest."

They stopped outside of the door next to Nikolai’s room. Sigma realized he had never been in that room. 

“This is your room.” Nikolai told their guest. “It will have a bathroom attached, all the rooms do. I’m sure everything is stocked well, but if you need something additional… we will arrange that for you in the morning.” 

“Thank you.” Shibusawa turned to Sigma. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight.” Sigma gulped. 

Shibusawa entered his room and the couple shuffled into Nikolai’s room. 

As soon as the door was closed, Nikolai’s fake smile dropped. He looked very serious. “He kissed your hand.” He placed the shopping bags down on the floor. 

“I-I know.” Sigma replied. 

“He wouldn’t take his eyes off you.” Nikolai added, he had started to pace. 

“Y-Yeah… that’s… not my main concern right now.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai froze. “Dos-kun.” 

Sigma nodded. “There was something wrong with him.” 

Nikolai looked at Sigma. There was a pause, a moment of silence. 

“I think we should go check on him.” Sigma added. 

Nikolai nodded in agreement. 

The two crept downstairs quietly. They made their way through the manor and to Fyodor’s room. They knocked on his door, but there was no response. Growing more concerned, they opened the door and… they saw a horrifying scene. 

All of the lights were off in the room. The only light was being provided by the roaring flames in the fireplace. Papers were scattered on the floor and books left open. The scary part was the center of the floor. Unlit black candles were set up in a circle, melted down almost completely. Placed in the middle of the circle- was the skull. The skull’s green finish was now painted with reddish brown swirls that made some sort of design or rune. In front of the skull was a small metal bowl full of a dark red substance. A statue of a dragon was placed beside it. 

A red dragon. 

Fyodor was lying face down, near the door. 

Notes:

To My Dear Readers:

Thank you all so much. This has always been a love project for me, and I hope that shows. Honestly, I wasn't sure this fic would even do well but you have all blown it up and exceeded my expectations. To celebrate, I made this chapter a little longer than normal and I've fulfilled some requests I've been sitting on for awhile, as a treat. <3

! I hope you enjoyed the Siglai date <3

Thank you so much for reading, commenting, recommending/sharing this fic!
-Prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 14

Sigma gasped at the sight of Fyodor. Both he and Nikolai rushed to his side. The Russian groaned. Nikolai rolled him over and noticed how sweaty he was. He felt as cold as ice. He was even paler than before. Eyeing the bowl on the floor, he rolled up Fyodor’s sleeves. Sigma bit his lip. There were bandages wrapped hastily around his wrists. 

“Surely he didn’t…” The slender man felt sick. His eyes shifted to the bowl of what he realized was Fyodor’s blood . 

“Go heat up some tea.” Nikolai said. 

“B-But…” Sigma stuttered. 

“Baby- go heat up some tea.” Nikolai said sternly. 

Slowly nodding, Sigma departed from the room. He knew Nikolai didn’t want him to see what was underneath those bandages. He was sparing him. 

With shaky hands, he rushed to the kitchen and began to prepare tea. He grabbed the kettle, filled it with water, and put it on the stove. He opened a cabinet and got out a tea cup and saucer. He avoided choosing one from the same red set Shibusawa had been drinking from- as if they were poisoned or something… even though they weren’t. Instead, he chose a royal blue tea cup and matching saucer. 

The tea kettle whistled and Sigma jumped. 

“Damn it.” He said under his breath. He took it off the burner. He grabbed a tin of tea and a small coffee filter. Then he found a metal tray, set up the tea cup and saucer and prepared the tea. 

Staring at the tray, he thought to grab some crackers from the pantry. He quickly did this and brought the tray to Fyodor’s room. 

The door had been left open by the two.

Upon re-entering, he discovered that Nikolai had moved Fyodor to the bed and was finishing up re-wrapping his wounds. He had piled many blankets on top of him.

Nikolai glanced up at Sigma. “Thank you, my dear.” 

Gulping, Sigma approached the bed and looked at Fyodor. He looked so sickly…this man who had seemed so strong… “What… what happened? Were the wounds deep?” 

Nikola shook his head. “Luckily not too deep. He passed out because… he’s anemic. He’s very, very anemic. He didn’t bleed too much… but it was enough.” 

Sigma blinked. 

“I believe he had been collecting the blood over the past day… or so. However, he rushed to collect the rest while we were out and well…” Nikolai’s voice trailed off. 

“Why though?” Sigma was so confused at this. “Why was he collecting his blood? What is this on the floor?” Was he performing a ritual? Is that why there was so much uneasiness in the air??? 

Nikolai opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. Fyodor had begun to stir. His dark reddish-purple eyes opened. Sigma rushed to his side, tea tray in hand. 

“Sweet, Kolya.” Fyodor groaned. His eyes shifted to Sigma. “My darling Sigma.” 

Sigma’s heart jumped in his chest. Relief. He felt relief at the fact Fyodor was alright. 

“Did I have a fall?” He asked, his accent thicker than usual. 

“Dos-kun.” Nikolai kissed his hand. “You pushed yourself too far.” 

Fyodor chuckled then shivered.

“The tea.” Nikolai turned to Sigma. He slid out of the way, and the slender man moved in close to Fyodor. 

“Here.” Sigma brought the tea cup up to Fyodor’s dry lips. He was no longer shaking, but determined to care for his creator. 

Fyodor sipped the tea and let out a sigh of relief. Nikolai patted Sigma on the back gently as he continued to help Fyodor sip the tea. 

“Thank you.” Fyodor let out a sigh of relief again between sips. 

“Eat.” Sigma replaced the tea cup with a cracker. 

Fyodor’s eyes locked on Sigma’s as he ate the cracker. This was nice. “What a gentle rabbit you are.” He said in a strained voice after devouring the cracker. 

Sigma blushed. 

“I’m going to clean this up now.” Nikolai said. He had stepped away to the candles on the floor.

Fyodor’s gaze shifted to the clown. “Very well… but please be careful-” 

“With the skull.” Nikolai finished his sentence.

Fyodor nodded. 

“I’ve got it Dos-kun~” Nikolai told him. 

“Drink more.” Sigma brought the tea cup back up to his lips. 

The Russian man’s attention turned back to Sigma. He sipped the tea with no complaints. 

Sigma was glad Nikolai was cleaning up the mess on the floor. He didn’t know if he could stomach touching that skull. Especially now that it had Fyodor’s blood all over it. 

Once Fyodor was done with the tea, Sigma fed him a few more crackers. He ran a hand over Fyodor’s cheek. The dark haired man leaned into his hand. Blushing a bit, Sigma spoke. “I’ll be right back.” 

He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and returned with a warm wet washcloth. He used it to gently wipe Fyodor’s face, getting all the sweat off. 

“Thank you, darling.” Fyodor said.

Sigma turned to Nikolai, who was almost done cleaning up the candles. He had already removed the bowl of blood, flushing the contents down the toilet and then rinsing out the bowl. The skull and dragon statue had been placed in Fyodor’s study, on his desk. He now noticed Sigma’s gaze.

“Dos-kun is lovey dovey when he doesn’t feel well.” Nikolai explained. “He gets all lightheaded.” 

“Ah.” Sigma sighed. That explained it. 

“The best thing for him now is sleep.” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor grabbed Sigma’s hand suddenly. “Stay.” 

Sigma stared at him. 

“Kolya…” Fyodor’s eyes shifted to Nikolai, who had returned to his bedside. “I n-need…” The Russian man’s voice was weak again. “ Both of you , you are… my angels.” 

Sigma and Nikolai exchanged glances. 

“Okay, Dos-kun.” Nikolai said softly. 

“We’ll stay.” Sigma nodded. 

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The three slept with Fyodor in the middle; Nikolai was on the left and Sigma on the right of him. They didn’t bring pajamas downstairs, so they stripped until they were in their underwear. Then they sandwiched Fyodor between them, warming him up with their combined body heat. 

Sigma awoke the next day to the sensation of someone drawing swirls on his back with their finger tip. He slowly opened his pink eyes. He was draped over Fyodor, snuggling his chest tightly. Fyodor was lazily tracing Sigma’s soft skin. Nikolai was nowhere to be seen. 

“Good Morning lovely.” The Russian man said with yawn. 

“Y-You… How are you feeling?” Sigma asked. 

“I am still exhausted.” The dark haired man stopped tracing swirls on his skin and snuggled him closely. “But… I am alright.” 

Sigma let out a small sigh.  

“You worrying about me, warms my heart.” Fyodor kissed the top of his head. 

“Of course I would worry.” Sigma said. Or maybe… it was odd for him to worry. Fyodor had caused him pain more than once. The pain wasn’t all of the time though… sometimes this man caused pleasure. 

Fyodor glanced down at Sigma, who was looking up at him. Desire. He was overcome in the moment. He kissed the slender man. 

Sigma whimpered into the kiss. 

Fyodor was still pretty exhausted. Still… his mind was wandering. Sigma was practically naked, wearing only panties… 

“Dos-kun~” 

Nikolai had returned, balancing two trays- breakfast for all three. He was still in just his boxers. He stared at the two kissing in bed. Placing the trays down, he jumped into bed beside them. 

“OOF!” 

Startled, Sigma accidentally bit Fyodor’s lip. This caused the Russian man to moan. Sigma gasped against his lips. 

“Playing already?” Nikolai taunted them. 

Pulling back to breathe, Sigma inhaled deeply. He looked at Nikolai and felt a small wave of guilt. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was due to their newly found title- boyfriends.

Before he could process that, Fyodor touched Sigma’s chin, redirecting his gaze. He kissed him again. 

Nikolai rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Our guest doesn’t know how to cook for himself. I guess he’s used to servants, or whatevs.” 

As he continued to speak, Fyodor and Sigma continued to kiss. 

“Anyway, I cooked breakfast for him too. I think he was a little put off by my appearance, although… I heard no complaints.” He giggled. “His eyes weren’t glued to me though like they were on Sigma last night. Anyway, he’s down here now, eating in the dining room. He said he’ll wait for you there.” He finished. 

Fyodor pulled back from Sigma. “I will have to give my apologizes later. I’m going to be preoccupied all morning.” 

“Oh?” Nikolai rolled over on his side to face him. 

Fyodor eyed him. “Indeed.” He kissed the clown. 

Nikolai sighed into the kiss, instantly relaxing. He hadn’t noticed how tense his body had become from watching the two kiss. 

Fyodor’s tongue grazed Nikolai’s lips. He greeted it with his own. 

Sigma watched them kissing as he cuddled Fyodor’s chest, gripping the fabric of his sweater. 

“Mmm… Dos-kun…” Nikolai said, gasping for air. “Are you sure it’s a good idea? After last night…” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Perhaps not.” He pulled Nikolai in for a cuddle. 

Now, face-to-face with Sigma on Fyodor’s chest, Nikolai stared at his boyfriend. He winked.

“Still… I could… always go for a show .” Fyodor added. 

“Oh?” Nikolai smirked. “You like to watch now, Dos-kun?” 

“It has been on my mind since the evening of the ball.” Fyodor admitted. 

“You seemed a bit… jealous in London, you know.” This word coming out of Nikolai’s mouth caused Fyodor to tense up for a moment. Only for a moment. 

“Ah well, I suppose I was mistaken on how Sigma felt.” Fyodor said calmly. “About us. We had been dating for quite some time.” 

Sigma’s heart leapt in his chest. What?

Nikolai laughed. He rolled onto his back and sat up. “Dos-kun… you don’t do relationships .” 

“Hm.” Fyodor began to trace swirls on Sigma’s back again. “You called me out Kolya.” 

Nikolai smiled slowly, cautiously. 

“Perhaps I wanted to play pretend for a while.” Fyodor said. “Before… things with our plans progress.” 

Sigma sat up suddenly. “What plans?” 

Fyodor and Nikolai exchanged glances. Sigma noticed this and glared at his boyfriend. 

“Last night… you referred to me as your intelligence analyst .” He added. “What does that mean?” 

Again, there was an exchange of glances. Nikolai reached for their trays of breakfast food. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with jam. At least they could eat while they talked. 

“Have I not proved my loyalty?” Sigma asked. 

“Sigma… that’s not it…” Nikolai’s voice trailed off. 

“It is alright, Kolya. He wants to know. It’s time, now that he’s had a kill .” Fyodor interrupted him. 

Nikolai grew quiet as guilt washed over him. He passed Sigma a plate. 

The two started to eat slowly as Fyodor explained. “Your ability… is unique. I created it, created you to be different. You can gather information with a simple touch. Risky, yes… but when you are paired with Nikolai, a born fighter, getting up close and personal will be no issue. Yes, you were created to be a partner for Nikolai… in a business sense. Obviously… your partnership goes deeper than that now. Not something I had planned for…” 

Nikolai smirked, trying not to worry. He shrugged, as if to say: Who? Me? 

Fyodor ignored him. He took a plate for himself and began to eat between sentences, drawing out his explanation. “You will be our intelligence analyst, gathering any information that I cannot gather through… other methods. Torture and manipulation isn’t always the answer… even if it can be quite fun. Anyhow, when it is time, which it will be soon, you will begin doing tasks for our organization.” 

Sigma tried to process all of that information. “What organization?” 

Fyodor sneered. “I operate multiple organizations. One is referred to as The Rats in the House of the Dead, or merely The Rats. That is where my lower ranked associates reside. People who are easily expendable.” 

Nikolai grimaced. 

“Kolya is a part of my other organization, The Decay of the Angels. Only my most trusted friends are members.” Fyodor said.

“Or those with abilities worth a damn.” Nikolai added, with a chuckle. 

“Hm. Correct. That is why the party is quite small.” Fyodor nodded. 

“One: Fyodor doesn’t trust people often. Two: He thinks most abilities are useless.” Nikolai explained with another chuckle. 

“You, Sigma, were created with that intelligence-gathering ability to be my most important angel.” Fyodor said. “Your appearance… I do admit… was just for my own enjoyment. It’s always been about your ability, and the critical role you will play in my organization.” 

Sigma looked very pale. He was still holding his breath. He exhaled loudly and inhaled sharply. He dropped his piece of toast onto his plate. 

“Baby?” Nikolai noticed this and his face switched quickly to one full of concern. 

“I… I am going to have to do more… killing … right? More violence… will there be more violence ? Am I going to have to kill again?”  Sigma asked, his voice shaky. 

“If necessary, yes.” Fyodor nodded. 

Sigma’s eyes shifted to meet Nikolai’s. He had known these men were dangerous, he figured they were criminals. (Even though Fyodor had called them missionaries before.) He knew Fyodor had some sort of influence. The manor, the bunker under it, the funds, the way he was treated at the airport all that time ago. However… this sounded like some sort of underground anti-government organization. Dare he say… a terrorist one. This was even larger than he imagined. He looked frightened. He swallowed, hard.

“T-This… The Decay of the Angels. How many people are a part of this?” He asked. 

“As of right now, four. Myself, Nikolai, you, and another.” Fyodor explained. “In total, there will be five. Once I require the last piece of the puzzle.” 

“This fourth person… the man you brought here… is he that person?” Sigma asked. 

Fyodor laughed. The laugh was wicked-sounding. “Oh no. He will merely be a pawn to me.” 

A chill went down Sigma’s spine. 

“The other member has been upstairs all this time. Locked away in the room right beside yours, in fact.” Fyodor said, enjoying the look on Sigma’s face. 

“Bram doesn’t really have the kind of body that can walk around .” Nikolai added. 

Sigma’s eyes widened. There had been someone in the room next to him? True he didn’t always spend nights in his own bedroom. Still… it was creepy.

“You can introduce them.” Fyodor said. “It’s time to wake him up, anyway. We will not be staying in this manor much longer, and we’ll need your ability to relocate him safely.” 

“Hm?” Nikolai blinked. This was news to him. 

“I am certain, I can manipulate Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. He was not easy to summon.” Fyodor’s red-purple eyes shifted to the floor where the circle of candles had been set up. “However, now that he is here… we need to progress and progress quickly. I will do what it takes to get him to cooperate. With his ability, we will be able to eliminate anyone with an ability. Even those with the more powerful abilities.” He finished eating. 

Sigma felt another chill up his spine. 

Nikolai noticed the disturbed look on Sigma’s face. His body was covered in  goosebumps. He looked like he was about to puke. 

“I think that’s enough info-dumping.” He declared, removing their plates from the bed and placing them on the trays located on the end table to the left of the bed. 

Fyodor glanced at Sigma. “Very well. I wouldn’t want to break our toy.” 

That was it, Sigma puked. A mixture of his breakfast and bile. Regardless of what it was, it was a lot and it splattered all over the bed… and all over Fyodor’s lap. He was shaking, he was shaking so badly. “I-I’m sorry.” 

“Woa, okay!” Nikolai leapt out of bed. He moved quickly to the side where Sigma was located and scooped him up. 

Fyodor wasn’t really fazed by this; he was more annoyed than shocked. 

“I will clean that up later. You…Dos-kun… go take a hot shower.” Nikolai said to Fyodor. “Shibusawa is still waiting to meet with you.” 

“I assume you will take care of Sigma? I’d still like a show later and the smell of vomit is not pleasant.” Fyodor said, coldly. 

Nikolai bit his tongue. He nodded. That’s all he could muster. 

Sigma, on the other hand, wasn’t paying any attention. He was completely zoned out. He was trying to process all of that information and he felt like he was going to puke again. 

Carrying Sigma bridal style, Nikolai left Fyodor’s room. He quickly went upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside, he locked the door. He headed straight for the bathroom and sat Sigma down on the closed toilet seat. He knelt before him, on the ground. 

Sigma’s pink orbs were still very wide. There was a trail of vomit dripping down his chin onto himself. His hair was almost completely out of his ponytail from the day before. He wouldn’t look at Nikolai. He wasn’t crying, but he was shaky.

Nikolai didn’t care at all that there was vomit on his face. He gently cupped his boyfriend’s face lovingly. “Sigma.” He spoke in a soft voice that he only ever used with him. 

His pink eyes slowly shifted to the white haired man in front of him. “Have you been playing pretend too? To get me to go along with this plan?”

These words felt like a dagger piercing through Nikolai’s heart. “Do you think I am?” 

Sigma didn’t reply. 

Nikolai removed his hands. He slowly stood up. Maybe Fyodor was right. No one would understand him… not even…

Sigma’s hand sprung out and grabbed Nikolai’s. He was finally crying. “I’m frightened. Please… don’t leave.” 

Nikolai’s heart burned, as if the dagger had been lit on fire. He realized that Sigma’s question had been fair. He was probably so confused, besides being scared. “I won’t leave.” He said, squeezing his hand.

There was a pause. 

“I was never pretending, not about how I feel about you.” He added. “Perhaps… I hid some details that I was scared you would not accept about myself and our organization.” His voice cracked. He should tell Sigma now about the deal with Fyodor. He should tell him right now…NO. He couldn’t lose him. He needed him. “I.. just wanted… to be loved. I wanted to experience love. Though I truly love Fyodor… that man has no romantic love in his heart.” 

Sigma stared up at him, his mouth agape. 

“At first, I was just physically attracted to you, I mean… you’re gorgeous.” Nikolai admitted, pushing any additional thoughts of guilt he had away. “Now I know it’s more than that. That time we spent apart when you were constantly with Fyodor was agonizing .” He knelt down in front of Sigma again, holding both of his hands. 

“I missed hearing the sound of you flipping through books as you read. The laughter we shared while cooking or baking together. I missed the crinkle of your nose when you laughed during those times. The glimmer of light catching your earrings. The softness of your skin. The plumpness of your smooth lips. The lavender smell of your hair. The way you glared at me for messing around or pulling pranks. I missed your warmth in my bed. The bliss on your face when we made love, privately. I missed it all.” Nikolai felt the pain in his chest travel to his stomach. “I never faked loving you.” 

Sigma was crying even more.  

“Even if I couldn’t find the words to say it until recently.” Nikolai added. “And that was just because… I have never felt this way before. I have never felt true love. My love has never been reciprocated before… by anyone.” 

“I-I’m sorry… I-I should have k-known that…” Sigma hiccupped. “I should have known… that you actually love me.” 

“It’s okay.” Nikolai stood up. He helped Sigma to his feet and pulled him in for a tight hug. “You were hit with a lot of information today. If you need time to process, I can bring you to your room instead and…” 

“No.” Sigma interrupted him abruptly. 

“Hm?” Nikolai heard the determination in his voice. 

“This is our room now.” Sigma said, squeezing him tighter. 

Nikolai actually felt tears build up in the corners of his dual colored eyes. Happiness. This was… what it was like to be loved truly.  He nodded. 

“Let’s get cleaned up. Then I want you to help me move my books here… and then my clothes. After, I want you to answer my questions… and I want to meet this… other angel. ” Sigma said, his voice no longer shaky. He was sniffling still, but no longer crying. "Oh, and I am not having sex with Fyodor today or tomorrow... or until I want to again... if I want to again." 

"You're angry." Nikolai said. 

"At him, yes. I... I don't like to be played with." Sigma told him. "This has been confusing for me because well... I am confused about how to feel about him. So, he can listen to us fuck for all I care from downstairs in his lonely room, but I do not want him in our bed. You can do what you want with him, but leave me out of it."

All Nikolai could do again, was nod in agreement. A smile slowly crept on his face. He hugged Sigma for a few long moments before letting him go. 

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They took a bath together. Once clean, Nikolai used his ability to help move Sigma’s books and his entire wardrobe of clothes. He even took an unused shelf from one of the empty bedrooms to place in his room for Sigma to arrange his books. While he did this, Nikolai went downstairs to clean up Fyodor’s bed. 

When that was all sorted out, the two ate lunch together bundled up in the garden. 

There, Nikolai answered Sigma’s questions. He didn’t have all of the information he was seeking, but he was able to tell him that eventually they would be relocating to Japan. Japan is where Fyodor was disappearing to when he was away from the manor. The reality-altering page that created Sigma was just one part of a book, after all. The book, Fyodor believed, was hidden in Japan. It seemed like that relocation would be sooner than later now due to their conversation with Fyodor earlier about Shibusawa. 

After lunch, it was time. 

Back upstairs they went. To the room next to Sigma’s. Nikolai had taken an old antique key from Fyodor’s study when he cleaned up the mess on his bed. He used the key to unlock the door. 

Sigma was holding his breath. Nikolai reached for his hand, holding it tightly. They were hit with a face full of dust and the smell of mildew. The room was eerily dark. 

Using his free hand, Nikolai reached in and found the light switch on the wall beside the door. When he hit it, the lights flickered at first and then came on. Sigma squinted, it was still a bit dark in the room, but he could see what was inside. The walls had a deep red wallpaper, the floors were old and dusty hardwood. On the walls, there were lamps with tiny little red shades. Furniture wise, there was practically nothing. Nothing except a very old wooden coffin with a crucifix carved on the front in the center of this otherwise empty room.

Sigma gulped. What the hell was he getting himself into? 

Nikolai let go of hand, but only because he needed two hands to open the coffin. Opening it resulted in a sound that mimicked nails on chalkboard. It had not been opened for quite some time. 

Sigma gasped loudly. 

Inside the coffin was half of a man, skewered on an impressive sword and nailed to the inside of this coffin. This man had long white hair, pointed ears, and a pale face. 

“I-Is he…” Sigma started. 

There was a groan. 

Sigma blinked. It hadn’t come from Nikolai, but from the coffin. Or he should say… the man inside the coffin. 

His eyes slowly opened. They were bright red, much like Shibusawa’s… but less reptilian.

“What century is this?” The half of a man spoke, causing Sigma to jump. His red eyes shifted to Nikolai, blinking sleepily. “Oh… it is the new jester.” 

Nikolai chuckled. “Yes, it is I, Nikolai!” He bowed. 

The half of a man groaned. “Let me go back to sleep.” 

“Oh come on now Bram, we only wake you when there’s a reason~” Nikolai said. 

The half of a man named Bram shifted his eyes to Sigma. 

“Introduction time~” Nikolai clapped. “Bram this is Sigma, Sigma this is Bram Stoker.” 

Bram was eyeing Sigma, which was unsettling to say the least. After a few moments of examination he said. “Are you certain we have not met before?” 

Sigma blinked. “N-No… I would have definitely remembered that.” 

He continued to stare at Sigma, his eyes squinting more and more. “Are you a woman or a man?” He asked after a moment. 

This guy… as creepy as he looked… was so serious but also unserious. His vibe was so confusing. Sigma wasn’t sure whether to be scared or to laugh. 

“Sigma is kind of both .” Nikolai said. 

Bram blinked a few times.

“Oh… I don’t know how to explain what being nonbinary means and what pronouns are to a centuries old vampire…” Nikolai rambled. “That would be a culture shock for him…YIKES~ The last culture shock for him was when we brought him to America… The entire experience was enough to make him shocked for days. He couldn’t even speak.”

Bram looked utterly annoyed. “Can I go back to sleep now?” 

“W-Wait… how are you alive?” Sigma was still dumbfounded by the whole coffin  set up. 

Bram bared his fangs. “I am a vampire.” He said in a bland voice. 

Nikolai held back a laugh. 

Sigma’s gaze shifted to the ground. He was trying to make sense of this. Okay, so his ability… is some sort of vampire ability. He had read that vampires sleep in coffins. They were killed with wood stakes. This wasn’t a wooden sword, so perhaps it was just… keeping him at bay. 

“Can I please go back to sleep now? You annoy me greatly. You are loud and your jokes are not funny." Bram said to Nikolai. “The gender-confused one is already less annoying than you.” 

Nikolai couldn’t help but laugh. “That hurts my feelings, but finnnneee~” He went to close the coffin. “OHHH~ BTW we are moving you soon.” 

“Wait what?” Bram asked. “Please do not take me back to that United States of the Americas place…” 

“Byeeee Bram~” Nikolai closed the coffin. 

“What… exactly… was that?” Sigma asked. 

“A very powerful ally.” Nikolai replied. “Bram has the ability to turn people into vampires. When they are turned, he can control their every movement.” 

Sigma’s eyes locked on the closed coffin. A powerful ally, indeed… for someone like Fyodor.

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Perhaps it was out of spite, or maybe his carnal need to feel close to him, but Sigma did end up making love to Nikolai that very night. 

It was loud, honestly kind of obnoxious sex that shook their bed and made the head board dent the wall. 

Fyodor, of course, heard this. (And so did everyone else in the manor) He realized that this was indeed... on purpose. He was angry at first, but quickly cooled down. 

Let them have their fun... for now. Afterall, everyone was expendable... even the Decay of the Angels. Even... his friends. 

Notes:

MORE TO COME!

To My Dear Readers,

This was a plot heavy chapter, OOO boy. We are getting closer to the actual series timeline, but we still have a little ways to go with more lore I've come up with. If they won't give us DOA lore canonically, I will create my own damn lore with smut, fluff, and angst... and a very complicated relationship.

As always, thank you for reading.

-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 15

What happened that night? 

After Sigma met Bram, the two went back to their now shared room. 

Sigma wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with Nikolai and read a book. The two chose to sit on the pile of heart shaped pillows on the floor. They were almost like bean-bag chairs and were surprisingly comfy. 

While it started out as reading and cuddling, the cuddling turned into making out and the reading to heavy petting. 

Both of them were ready to take it to the next level when… 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Sigma, who was now laying on top of Nikolai on the comfortable heart shaped pillows, let out an annoyed sigh. 

“That’s probably Dos-kun.” Nikolai said in a breathy voice. 

“Can we ignore it?” Sigma whispered. He stared at Nikolai with his pink orbs, his long eyelashes batting, tempting him to say yes. 

A smile creeped across Nikolai’s face. “I think you know we can’t.” 

Sigma rolled his eyes. 

Laughing, Nikolai kissed him one more time before getting up. Both of them had been in their bathrobes since returning to the room. It was very hard for Nikolai to hide his excitement. As he got up, Sigma couldn’t help but stare. 

Nikolai made his way over to the door. Unlocking it first, then opening it. 

“Dos-kun!” He said. 

Fyodor was standing in the hallway, still looking a little pale. He was bundled up in a thick white turtleneck sweater, corduroy black cargo pants, and his favorite white fluffy hat. 

“Was I interrupting….” His reddish-purple eyes scanned Nikolai’s body. “Something?” He stared at his obvious bulge. 

“We were just… having a little pillow fight.” Nikolai said, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. 

“Hm.” Fyodor peered in the room and saw Sigma lying on the heart shaped pillows. 

Sigma refused to look at him. 

“I’d like you both to join myself and Shibusawa for dinner.” Fyodor said. 

“What kind of dinner?” Nikolai asked. 

“Semi-formal.” Fyodor replied. 

Nikolai stared at him. He grimaced. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t be lacing the food this time.” Fyodor smirked. 

Nikolai laughed. “Ah~ I mean you can lace my food anytime Dos-kun~! The handcuffs were just a bonus last time.” 

Fyodor grinned. “I’ll allow you some time to get dressed. Come down in about thirty minutes or so.” 

“Righto~!” Nikolai nodded. 

Fyodor left and Nikolai closed the door and locked it once more. Sigma was sitting up with his arms crossed. He did not want to go to dinner. Nikolai offered him a hand, to get up off of the pillows, but Sigma just sat there pouting. 

“I don’t want to go to dinner.” He said. 

Nikolai held back a giggle. Sigma was so cute. “I’m afraid we don’t have much of a choice.” 

Sigma thought for a moment. He did not want to go downstairs. He wanted to cuddle Nikolai. And maybe… more. He glanced around the room. 

Handcuffs… huh…

Eyeing the wall of suspicious items, he finally accepted Nikolai’s hand. The clown helped him to his feet. Staring into his dual colored eyes, Sigma pulled him in for a kiss. 

Nikolai let out a happy sigh against his boyfriend’s lips. 

As they kissed, Sigma began to slowly back Nikolai up towards the bed. When the clown’s legs hit the bed frame, he stopped. 

With a raised eyebrow, he asked with a grin “You’re so cute baby~ but we need to get ready.” 

“Stop calling me cute.” Sigma said breathlessly. He pushed Nikolai on the bed. 

Nikolai gasped, surprised but also kind of delighted. Before he could fully process what had happened, Sigma ran over to the wall and grabbed a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs, leaving the key behind. He brought them to the bedside and quickly used them to cuff Nikolai to the slats in the wooden headboard by his left wrist. 

“Oh wow~” Nikolai exclaimed. “Should I be scared or excited?” 

Sigma rolled his eyes. “Here’s a hint.” He removed his bathrobe, dropping it onto the floor. He was naked. 

Nikolai’s eyes scanned him up and down, he grinned. “You know we only have thirty minutes…” 

“Do you need more time than that?” Sigma asked, a sensual tone in his voice.

Nikolai giggled. “Oh no… just five minutes for me… that’s all I really need.” 

“Good. You’ll be sitting there for at least ten.” Sigma told him. He opened his wardrobe and pulled out the pieces for the bunny suit outfit and a pair of black heels. He had unpacked the shopping bags from the previous night earlier that day. Then he went into the bathroom without a word. 

Once in the bathroom, he got ready. The red fishnet stockings were the first thing he put on. He put on the red pleather suit. Looking at himself, he realized his long hair was blocking the best view- his ass. He pulled his split colored locks into a high ponytail, leaving some of the bags down in the front. Then he added the accessories: the tail, the cuffs and collar, and the matching red ears. 

While adjusting the ears, he heard clanking metal from the other room. “NO CHEATING!” He called out.

The clanking stopped. 

Smiling a bit, he finished up by putting the heels on. Now fully ready, he walked out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom. 

Nikolai’s jaw dropped. He sprung up, as much as he could with the handcuffs. 

“I’m more than just cute.” Sigma spun around, showing off his body in the bunny suit. 

Nikolai’s jaw was still dropped. He slowly closed his mouth and began to wrestle with the handcuffs. 

“What did I say before?” Sigma pranced over to him, walking with determination. 

Nikolai stopped struggling. He was staring up at Sigma, who was now at the bedside with his arms crossed. 

Sigma could see the bulge in his bathrobe again. He smirked. 

“I see why you didn’t let me see you modeling this outfit at the shop.” Nikolai said. “We would have definitely broken the rules.” 

Sigma leaned over him. “How?” 

Nikolai blushed at the closeness. “Come again?” 

“How would we have broken the rules?” Sigma asked. “Tell me how.” 

Nikolai’s face was bright red. This confidence was so sexy. His voice came out as a stutter at first. “W-Well… f-for starters… I would push you back into the dressing room. You wouldn’t even have time to react before I’d rip open those snaps between your legs holding that bunny suit on you. Poor Kiki would have had to listen to every moan and whimper that came out of your mouth while I bent you over, with only the curtain of the dressing room shielding us.”  

“Hm.” Sigma kissed him briefly and the  stood up straight. 

There was a pause, during which Nikolai stared at him.

Sigma walked towards the end of the bed. At the bottom he climbed on and crawled towards Nikolai, whose mouth was agape. He reached Nikolai and climbed on top, straddling his legs.  

“Five minutes starts now.” He said, crashing his lips against the clown’s. This time kissing him a lot longer. 

Nikolai whimpered. 

Sigma teased him with his tongue before pulling back and crawling down his body. When he was eye level with his bugle, he stopped. Untying the robe, he exposed his erection. 

His pink eyes shot up, looking Nikolai right in his eyes. He lowered his face, a soft hand wrapped around the shaft, and then his tongue greeted the tip. 

Nikolai hissed. 

Sigma sucked down and down, until he was deep throating his cock. His eyes fixed on his boyfriend. 

Nikolai could melt. He felt like he could melt into the mattress. Sigma started to bob his head and Nikolai’s eyes rolled back. 

“Fuck…” He whispered.

Sigma was internally smiling and counting down the minutes. After five minutes passed, he withdrew his mouth. 

Nikolai whined. He had already been getting close.

“That’s it… five minutes.” Sigma crawled off the bed. 

“W-Where are you going?” Nikolai asked. His face felt hot. 

“To get changed for dinner.” Sigma walked slowly towards the bedroom.

“W-Wait!!” Nikolai called after him. This was followed by the sound of metal clanking. 

Sigma did even glance back. He swayed his lips, his ponytail swaying in-sync. Smirking, he reached the bathroom door. 

CLANK-SNAP! The sound of snapping combined with clanking was all he could hear. 

He turned around and saw Nikolai standing beside the bed. He held up his arm, the cuff was still on, the chain was now broken and dangling. The other cuff was still attached to the bed.

Before Sigma could react, he was pinned against the wall next to the bathroom door. With the heels, he was at Nikolai’s height. 

Nikolai crashed his lips against Sigma’s. Sigma whimpered. Their tongues met and melted and Sigma’s heart raced. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nikolai said in a breathy voice and then poked his bunny ears. 

Sigma bit his lip. “You’re the one who said we have to go to dinner.” 

Nikolai studied his face. “You really don’t want to go down there, huh?” 

Sigma wiggled himself and around flipping himself to face the wall. His ass was now against Nikolai’s erection. He glanced back at his boyfriend. 

“Would you rather be down there right now? Or here with me?” 

Nikolai’s hands immediately went down to Sigma’s ass. He let out a growl as he squeezed the cheeks. “Dos-kun will be angry.” He said. He leaned against Sigma and whispered in his ear “I’ll take the punishment.” 

He pulled back and Sigma turned around. Nikolai grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him over his shoulder. 

“Ah!” Sigma exclaimed. He held the headband of his bunny ears onto his head. 

Nikolai carried him like that over to the bed. He put him down and bent him over the end of the bed. “Be a good bunny.” He cooed. “And stay here.” He slapped his ass. 

Sigma didn’t dare move. He watched as Nikokai walked over and grabbed the lube. Specifically the warming gel lubricant. Oh… this was going to be rough. Good. Let it be. 

He returned to the bed. He was so hard, his dick ached at the sight of Sigma bent over in that bunny outfit. 

Tossing the lube onto the bed, he grabbed his ass and squeezed. “Mmm.” He grunted. “I just wanna bite it~” He bent down. “Nom~!” He bit Sigma’s left ass cheek.

“Kolya!” Sigma exclaimed. 

Giggling to himself, Nikolai’s fingers moved between Sigma’s legs. He unsnapped the buttons holding the bunny suit together. This exposed Sigma’s bare ass in the red fishnet stockings. 

“Mmm~!” He looked up at the ceiling. “Thank you for this meal~!” He ripped the stockings open, to completely expose his ass.

Sigma gasped. 

He grabbed the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Two fingers slid inside him easily. 

“Oh~!” Sigma exclaimed. The lube created a warming sensation that helped to numb the area.

Nikolai started to finger him, Sigma let out an appreciative moan. His dick was throbbing. He wanted to put it in… 

He withdrew his hand after a bit. He stared down at Sigma laying there, bunny suit askew and stockings ripped. 

“Break me.” Sigma said. He looked back at his boyfriend. “I want to be broken by you.” 

Nikolai gulped. Assignment, understood. 

A smirk slowly creeped onto his face. He spread Sigma’s ass cheeks and squirted some extra lube onto his hole. Then, he guided himself inside. Once the tip was in, he gripped his hips. 

“Delightful.” He grunted. Sigma felt amazing. 

When he bottomed out, he started to thrust slowly. The thrusts quickly picked up, as this angle was perfect. 

“I-I said…” Sigma looked back. “Break me.” 

Nikolai’s eyes got wide. He grinned. 

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Meanwhile, downstairs Fyodor had started dinner with Shibusawa. They were seated in the dining room, fireplace roaring. The room was lit dimly by the bone chandelier. 

Shibusawa was in a white fur cloak with a white button down underneath. This was paired with black pants and comfortable black loafers. His long white hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was seated at one end of the table. 

Seated at the opposite end was Fyodor. Still bundled up like earlier. 

A delectable looking meal was spread across the meal. Veal, steamed potatoes with garlic butter, green and white asparagus, and dinner rolls. Everything was served on silver and gold platters. An aged bottle of red wine and a bottle of white bubbly wine were on the table. Fine dark red wine glasses were on the table. 

No one had said a word or touched the food yet. Fyodor had been expecting Nikolai and Sigma to come down any moment. However, they had yet to make an appearance. 

“Let us start with some wine.” He finally broke the silence. “Do you prefer white or red?” 

Shibusawa’s snake-like eyes shifted to the red wine. “Red. Thank you.”

Fyodor smirked. “A man of taste.” He began to remove the cork. 

As it popped loudly, another loud sound started up. It was a banging sound followed by a sliding sound. This repeated and repeated. It was the sound of furniture sliding and hitting a wall. There was creaking and the animalistic sounds that he realized were grunts and moans. 

Shibusawa’s gaze turned up towards the ceiling. 

Fyodor nearly dropped the bottle of wine. He gripped it tightly realizing this. He then gripped it even tighter out of anger. After a moment, he loosened his grip. He leveled his breathing and tried to maintain a blank expression.

“You know… I had wondered about those two.” Shibusawa said. “An interesting pair.” 

Fyodor forced a chuckle. “Ah… yes well… they might as well both be rabbits with the way they behave… can’t leave them alone for more than five minutes.”

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At the same time, Bram was sleeping peacefully in his coffin.

Normally he could sleep through almost anything. He had grown accustomed to drowning out noise over the many years of his imprisonment. 

However, when the banging and scraping, and extremely loud moans started up… even he could not pretend to drown out the sounds.

He sighed. 

Damn that jester…

This wasn’t the first time he had been woken up by his… antics. 

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After Sigma had repeated his demands, Nikolai kind of lost it. 

He had always held back with Sigma. This sort of roughness was usually directed towards Fyodor, who could handle it. It took a certain degree of control to hold back. All of which was now lost… thanks to Sigma’s begging and the bunny suit. 

The bed was slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust.  Sigma was making noises louder than he normally did. Every noise was driving Nikolai more and more insane. He already felt like he was going to bust. 

Realizing how hard he was pumping into his boyfriend, he asked “Are you alright baby?” His voice came out in a series of breaths. 

“Y-YEAH~!” Sigma was drooling. Sure, he’d probably be sore later… but right now… this felt good. 

Goosebumps covered Nikolai’s body. His long white hair was wet with sweat and clinging to every muscle on his lean body. 

“Fuck…” He grunted. 

Sigma felt a rush of warmth inside him as Nikokai finished. Although…that didn’t mean they were done. 

Nikolai let out a moan. His thrusts slowed. He let it all out inside him.

“More.” Sigma said, after Nikolai pulled out. 

Nikolai grinned. 

With wobbly legs, Sigma stood up and faced his boyfriend. “I’m not done with you yet.” He said against his lips. 

“I will do whatever you want right now~” Nikolai told him. “I would worship you, if you asked.” 

“Wow, what a good little fanboy.” Sigma teased. He kissed him. 

Nikolai whimpered against his lips. “Your number one fan.” 

“Lay down.” Sigma ordered breathlessly when their lips parted. “We’ll see how good you are at worshiping.” 

A chill went down Nikolai’s spine. His heart was racing. He has never been more excited. He laid down on the bed, on his back. 

Sigma walked carefully to the edge of the bed and crawled on top of him. Straddling him again but this time… he sat on his torso. 

With a look of utter devotion on his face, Nikolai stared up at him. “It’s been so long since you’ve been on top~” 

“Hush.” Sigma leaned down and kissed Nikolai. 

Nikolai was officially shutting up. He didn’t want to interrupt this moment. 

Sigma rocked his hips. He could feel Nikolai’s erection poking his ass. He was still hard, good. 

Gripping the shaft, he lowered himself onto his dick. Nikolai let out a few hisses as he slid inside with ease. His hands went to Sigma’a thighs, squeezing them. 

Adjusting himself on top, Sigma started to bounce, his ponytail bouncing with him. 

Nikolai let out a breathy laugh. “F-Fuck…” 

Sigma smirked. He picked up the bouncing. The bed started to smack the wall again, digging into the spot it had already been smacking, creating a small dent in the spot.

Nikolai’s eyes rolled. 

When his eyes re-adjusted to reality, he was determined to see Sigma naked. His hands moved to the edge of the bunny suit. He pulled it up over Sigma’s head, taking the bunny ears with it. Then he tossed it aside.

Now Sigma was completely nude other than the ripped red fishnet stockings and the black heels. The clown ripped the stockings further, to fully expose his erection. 

Sigma was whimpering as he rode him. He was getting close, and the sensation of ripping the stockings was too much. He wanted to feel closer to his boyfriend while he came. “Kolya…” He panted before he leaned forward and kissed Nikolai. He shuddered. 

Nikolai smiled into the kiss. He felt Sigma clamp down and then the warm sensation of his finishing on top of him. His slender hips were slowing. 

Only after he finished completely, did Nikolai roll him over onto his back. Spreading his legs far apart, he rentered. He held him close in his arms and thrusted until he came for the second time. 

He held Sigma, even well after he was done, kissing him all over his face and neck. He sucked on the soft skin of his neck, hoping to leave a few hickeys behind.

“I love you.” Sigma panted. 

Nikolai smiled. “I love you too.” He pulled out and rolled over on his back beside Sigma. 

The slender man rolled onto his side. Nikolai used that opportunity to spoon him, snuggling him from behind. 

“Now I’m hungry…” Sigma said after a few moments of cuddling. 

Nikolai kissed his temple. “Want me to smuggle us some food?” 

“Can you smuggle us some food?” Sigma raised an eyebrow. 

“I can steal anything~” Nikolai giggled. “After all, I stole you.” 

Sigma sighed dramatically. He tried rolling his eyes, but he couldn’t stop smiling. 

Nikolai rolled out of bed. He rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of red boxers with white and pink hearts on them. He jumped into them, then he pulled out his cape and put it on. 

“Whatcha think? Semi-formal enough?” He spun in a circle. 

Sigma busted out laughing. His laugh was so sweet sounding and genuine. “You can’t be serious?” 

“I’ll show you how serious I am.” Nikolai smirked. He spun around once more and there was a ray of gold-yellow light. He disappeared. 

Sigma laughed again and then winced. It kind of hurt to laugh right now. 

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Suddenly, Nikolai appeared in the dining room. Fyodor and Shibusawa were sitting at opposite ends of the table still. Shibusawa’s reptilian gaze widened. 

“Kolya…” Fyodor looked shocked. 

Dual colored eyes scanned the room and the two men at the table. 

“OHHH~? You said semi-formal… huh.” Nikolai said, bowing with a grin on his face. “I thought you said semi-dressed.” He cackled at his own joke. “Kidding….I’M KIDDING!” 

He began to move around the table, stacking food onto two plates. “Don’t mind me, don’t mind meeee~” He stacked a little bit of everything on the menu. “Oh! I’ll take this too!” He grabbed the bottle of white wine and tucked it under his armpit. “Bye-Bye!” 

Another flash goldish-yellow and one spin later, he was gone. 

“Wow…. you are all so daring in this household.” Shibusawa stated. 

Fyodor let out an annoyed sigh. His left eye was twitching with annoyance.

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Nikolai appeared back upstairs. Sigma sat up to greet him. Approaching the bedside, he pulled out each plate of food. He placed them on the end side table. 

“That looks delicious.” Sigma said, mouth watering. 

“But wait, there’s more~” Nikolai said in an announcer voice. He pulled out the bottle of white wine. “Ta-da~!” He put the bottle down.

Sigma bit his lip. 

“Ah! Almost forgot!” Nikolai reached into his cape and grabbed the silver, wine opener, and two wine glasses from the table downstairs. (To Fyodor and Shibusawa, all they could see were his hands, returning and snatching the items.) He opened the wine with a pop and poured himself and Sigma a glass. 

“Your dinner in bed, gorgeous.” He winked, handing Sigma a glass. “And a toast!” He raised his own glass. “To your newly found confidence… which I am a big fan of!”  

Blushing, Sigma held his glass up and they clinked the two together. He couldn’t help but smile after sipping the wine. This was a much nicer dinner. 

The two spent the rest of the night eating and drinking. Sharing the bottle together was more than enough to get Sigma drunk. He became extra cuddly while in that state. This resulted in him snuggling up to Nikolai’s chest. 

The clown ran his hand gently through Sigma’s ponytail as they cuddled. Unsatisfied with the feeling, he slowly slid the hair tie out of his hair. He brushed the long cream and lavender colored locks of hair with his fingers, letting out a relaxed sigh of relief. 

“I want all of our nights to be like this one.” Sigma said in a quiet voice, he was blushing quite a bit due to his drunken state. 

“Including earlier orrrrr….” Nikolai teased. 

“Dummy…” Sigma pathetically smacked a fist against his boyfriend’s chest. “I mean like this…” 

“I know, I know….” Nikolai chuckled. “But earlier was nice too.” 

There was a pause. 

“We can go again… if you want.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai chuckled. “You know that I could go enough rounds to last an entire night. However… you’ve been wincing everytime you laugh too hard. So, I think we need a break for the rest of tonight.” 

Sigma kissed his chest in response. “You’re too nice to me. You’ve always been nice to me…” 

“What can I say… I had a sweet spot for you the second I laid eyes on you.” Nikolai rubbed his back gently. “You were just soooooo freaking cute and innocent~!” 

“I’m still cute.” Sigma replied. “Any innocence is gone now though… because of you.” 

Nikolai giggled. “Oh no… no, no, no.” He grinned. “There is sooooo much more to try. You are still… pretty vanilla.” 

Sigma signed. “Don’t call me that!” 

Nikolai laughed hard. “I recall you telling me not to indirectly call you vanilla… right before we made love in this very bed for the first time.” 

“Mmm… that feels so long ago.” Sigma said. 

“It was months ago now… more than six.” Nikolai reminded him. 

“More than six months.” Sigma repeated the number. 

“Some of those you spent with Dos-kun.” Nikolai’s voice became quiet.

“Y-Yeah…” Sigma’s voice trailed off.

There was a pause.

“It’s odd. I should hate him…” Sigma spoke softly. “But I can’t.” 

There was another pause. 

“H-Hey Christmas is coming up soon…” Nikolai changed the subject completely.

In his drunken state, it took Sigma a moment to process this. “Christmas? I’ve never celebrated it.” 

“I want to celebrate it together. You and I.” Nikolai said. 

“Just us?” Sigma asked. 

Nikolai kissed the top of his head. “That’s right.” 

“It’s coming up...” Sigma said. 

“I know.” Nikolai nodded. He held back a laugh at Sigma’s drunken state of repeating things. 

“I doubt Fyodor will allow us to just… run off.” Sigma sighed. “So annoying…” 

“I… will make sure it happens.” Nikolai assured him.

“I can’t believe he even considers what you say.” Sigma said. Then he realized that may have come out a bit… mean sounding.

Nikolai just laughed it off. “Fyodor is my best friend.” 

Sigma swallowed hard. “I don’t know how anyone can call him a friend.” 

“I know… he’s… well…” Nikolai’s voice trailed off. “But… he saved me. Really, he did.” 

Sigma yawned. “I mean… I guess he saved me too…” His eyelids were feeling heavy. “I would have died in that desert.” 

Nikolai held him tight in his arms. “We wouldn’t let you die.” 

Sigma blinked a few times with his sleepy eyes. “I believe… you. You would save me.” 

“That’s right. I would.” Nikolai rubbed his back. 

“I…. trust you.” Sigma said before drifting off. 

Nikolai felt an instant pang of guilt in his chest. Guilt… not something he felt often. However… lying to Sigma about what went down the night of the kill made him feel guilty. He felt… really guilty. 

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The two fully expected a punishment the next day for their behavior the night before, but there was nothing. 

In fact, Fyodor and Shibusawa were both gone. A note was left saying that the two had gone to London and would be gone the next three days. There was a sassy line about “getting out all the pent up energy” before their return. 

They had no idea what the men were doing in London, but were grateful to have the house to themselves… and to not receive any reprimanding. 

Sigma was a little sore still from the previous night’s events. So, most of the first day consisted of Nikolai caring for him. He brought him breakfast, helped him shower and ran him a relaxing bath with extra bubbles. He brushed out his long hair, removing all of the knots. To top it off, he massaged his lower back with almost expert skills. 

The second day, the two returned to the nearby village. While getting dinner at the local pub they had been to before, they noticed a newspaper with an alarming headline. It read: “Mysterious Fog Over Kensington and Chelsea, London! Unknown Number of Gifted Now Dead!” 

The headline made Sigma’s heart sink down into his stomach. This was at first out of concern for Fyodor’s safety. However, it sank even deeper when the realization that Fyodor and Shibusawa were probably responsible for the slayings. 

He held onto Nikolai extra tight that night as they slept. 

The third day was spent in bed. Lounging around, and making love over and over again. Even so, there was no way Nikolai would ever get rid of all of his pent up energy. Sigma was sore again by the end of it all. 

When the fourth day came around, Fyodor and Shibusawa returned. Nikolai went downstairs to greet them, while Sigma stayed shut-in their room. He was curled up in bed, reading, as if he had no care in the world. A poker-face. On the inside, he was freaking out about having to deal with Fyodor again. 

Much to the clown’s surprise, the two returning had increased to three. Fyodor and Shibusawa were not alone when they entered the manor. With them, a familiar face- Ivan. Clinging to Fyodor like a lost puppy. He had bandages wrapped around his head. 

“What the hell… is he going here?” Nikolai practically growled. His eyes were wide. He was alive… this man… was alive. And he was all over Fyodor.

“If you don’t mind…” Shibusawa walked around Nikolai and to the staircase. “I am utterly exhausted from traveling.” He dropped his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs. “Jester, please bring up my luggage.” He walked up the stairs. 

Fyodor smirked. “I will explain later, Nikolai.” He leaned in close to the clown. “Just know… I had to replace Sigma somehow. This is the way I’ve chosen. Whatever I had to do to accomplish this, is the result of your actions.” His voice same out as a growl lower than Nikolai’s had been. “You stole my toy.”

The lack of his nickname being used was enough to shock Nikolai. It had been a cold greeting. His eyes shifted to Ivan again. There were no snide remarks from him. In fact, there was no sign that he recognized Nikolai at all.

He watched as Fyodor led Ivan down the hall to his bedroom. 

“Master… this is so sudden~” He heard clearly coming from Ivan. 

He stood there long after his bedroom door slammed shut, the lock clicking. Then he returned to Sigma, pale as a ghost, and forgetting about Shibusawa’s request. 

Sigma gulped at the sight of him. “Kolya… what’s wrong?” 

Nikolai walked over to the bed and slowly sat down. Instantly, Sigma moved over to him. Ignoring the pain in his lower spine… 

“Kolya…” He repeated. 

“You didn’t kill anyone.” Nikolai spoke. His voice was quiet. Unusually so, for him. 

“Hm?” Sigma looked astonished. “W-What did you say?” 

Nikolai merely looked at him, as if to say… you know. 

Sigma looked even more shocked, so obviously he understood. 

There was a pause. 

“How do you know?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

“They brought him here, Fyodor and Shibusawa…brought Ivan here.” Nikolai gulped. His eyes were wide again. “He is in Dos-kun’s room…”

“What?” Sigma’s mouth remained agape. 

“He said he was a replacement for…you.” The clown’s eyes locked on his boyfriend’s. 

“A replacement for the angels? Or…” Sigma’s voice trailed off. 

Silence. 

No… not a replacement for the angels. His ability was too powerful. Too useful. 

Sigma had relaxed. He had meant a replacement toy… Was it bad that he was glad to hear it? Now Fyodor’s attention would be directed elsewhere. So he and Nikolai could be left alone. Right? A part of him felt guilty for thinking this. And another part of him, a part that was buried deep-down, was jealous of Ivan. 

However, Nikolai looked devastated. “I need to find out how…” He said. 

“Now is probably not the time, all things considered…” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai laid back on the bed.

Sigma curled up next to him. “It’s a bit of a relief honestly… he’s alive and Fyodor has someone else to spend time with.” 

If only Nikolai could relax. He was thinking about one thing at that moment. Fyodor’s promise… AKA their deal. 

“Now I actually believe we might get to spend Christmas together!” Sigma snuggled him. 

Nikolai’s heart ached. He didn’t have it in him to tell Sigma the truth now. The risk of losing him would be too great. Instead he just said a very shaky “Y-Yeah.” 

A few hours later, when Sigma was fast asleep, Nikolai crept out of bed and went downstairs. He knocked on Fyodor’s door. A moment or two passed, then the door opened just a bit. Nikolai could hear classical music playing inside the room from a record player. 

Fyodor was on the other side wearing a black bathrobe. 

“Nikolai.” He said. 

Nikolai looked sad as his eyes scanned his body. “I… wanted to know what you did to Ivan, Dos-kun.” 

Smirking, Fyodor opened the door wider. “Come in.” He said. 

Nikolai realized he couldn’t decline. So, he went inside. 

Ivan was sprawled across the bed, laying on his stomach, butt-ass naked. He was asleep.  

Nikolai’s throat was dry. 

“He was a virgin.” Fyodor said quietly. “Even still, he it took it well. He gave into my every demand.”

“W-What… changed in him?” Nikolai asked.

“Well, if you and Sigma would have attended dinner instead of fucking the other evening, you would have learned that Shibusawa was a scientist. He told me about some of his experiments.” Fyodor told him.

“Then… what happened in London? Sigma and I saw the newspaper… about a mysterious fog and the deaths of many gifted.” Nikolai asked. “Was that an experiment?” 

“Of sorts.” Fyodor said, smirking. 

Nikolai squinted his eyes. “Does the fog have to do with Shibusawa’s ability?” 

Fyodor nodded. “The fog causes those with abilities to commit suicide…essentially. Their ability separates from their body and they have to defeat themselves. A task most cannot do successfully.” He explained with a smirk. “We unleashed the fog in the pretentious borough known as Kensington and Chelsea. It seems Ivan was hiding out at a friend’s home, most likely Agatha’s, in that area. He was drawn out by the fog, where he just so happened to bump into me. I thought to myself… what an opportunity. He was defenseless due to the loss of his ability.” 

Ivan stirred on the bed, but didn’t wake up.

“We took him to an abandoned hospital. Shibusawa’s skill-set, while scientific, is mainly medical-based. So, we cut open his skull and played with his brain a bit. Afterwards, he was able to defeat his ability with my instructions. The surgery made him deliciously submissive, he even calls me Master. He’s my new toy.” 

Nikolai was hiding his true emotions. Scrambling his brain… he didn’t care this happened to Ivan. He was worried about it happening to Sigma. 

“And you’re pleased with that?” Nikolai asked.

“Are you jealous… Kolya?” Fyodor slowly grinned. 

The use of his nickname finally relaxed Nikokai a little. Although, he didn’t reply. 

“Oh.” Fyodor observed him. “You are worried about Sigma.” 

Nikolai nodded. 

“I won’t scramble his brain.” Fyodor said.

A sigh of relief slipped out of Nikolai’s lips.

“His brain needs to stay intact, or else his ability won’t be very reliable.” The Russian added. 

Nikolai gulped. Oh. It wasn’t because he cared anymore… it's because he needed his ability.

“As for Ivan, he’s not as pretty as Sigma… but he’ll do, for now. At least until Sigma gets over his current emotions.” Fyodor said with a shrug. 

“What if he doesn’t get over them?” Nikolai asked. 

“He will.” Fyodor moved in close to Nikolai. He whispered in his ear. “I changed his page.”

Nikolai’s eyes got very, very wide. He felt frozen. The page. The page. Holy shit, the page. With the page, he could write something like “Sigma doesn’t love Nikolai anymore” and it would come true. 

“Don’t worry.” Fyodor grinned a wicked grin. “I didn’t erase his feelings for you. It would have taken too much of the page to do so.” 

“What did you do… exactly?” Nikolai was holding back his panic. 

“I made it so that… he can’t ever truly let go of me. He will always be attracted to me.” Fyodor explained, relishing in Nikolai’s despair. “Consider that your punishment.” 

“And our deal… about Christmas?” Nikolai asked. “About dates… just the two of us?” 

“No longer valid, I’m afraid.” Fyodor said. “Seeing how Ivan is alive and Sigma never killed anyone.” 

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Upstairs, Sigma awoke with a start. He felt around the bed frantically, but Nikolai wasn’t there. 

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. 

He was hard. He has some sort of wet dream, and that dream had been about Fyodor. 

A rush of guilt and confusion clouded his brain.

Where was Nikolai? 

He took a minute to process everything and he realized that he was probably downstairs talking to Fyodor about Ivan. 

He let out a sigh and laid back down. He was blushing a bit.

Why was he blushing? His dream. His dream about Fyodor dominating him. 

What the fuck was wrong with him? 

 

Notes:

To My Dear Readers,

The LORE. The loreeeee.

I hope you enjoyed this rollercoaster of a chapter!

As always, thank you for reading.

-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 16

Nikolai’s ability was not at its full strength. 

He knew that, but never bothered with pushing it. He didn’t have a reason to. He  was glad to be with Fyodor. Freedom wasn’t a necessity.

Part of Nikolai’s ability could be used to basically teleport himself and others. What started as just being able to teleport to another room, as a child, grew into much more. First it was to another house then, to another and another, until he was halfway down the street in one go. Then streets over and over, until he was in the next neighborhood and so on. As a kid who grew up in the foster care system in Russia, this ability helped him to escape each bad home he was placed in. Ultimately always getting caught and sent back, until he’d run again. The families he was placed with always wanted just one thing: the money for keeping him. This lasted until he was eighteen. Once out of the system, he was still running. He joined a gang of thieves. This led to him going to Japan, and getting caught. He believed his so-called-friends from the gang would save him.

No one came.

While in a prison cell, he met Fyodor. He recalled their first conversation as so: 

“You… over there, you speak Russian?” A voice came out of the darkness. It seemed like it was coming from in front of him- the cell across from him.  

Nikolai was cautious. He hadn’t remembered speaking in Russian while incarcerated. 

Before he could respond again, the voice spoke again, this time in Russian. “You talk in your sleep, you know. That’s a sign of stress.” 

There was a pause. 

Nikolai started laughing. His laughs got louder and louder, until they echoed throughout the cell block. 

He thought he was done running after that. After they escaped the prison, plotting in Russian, and then killing many of the guards within. Fyodor seemed to be a good ending for him. He had never had friends, family, lovers… anyone before Fyodor. 

But now… he had Sigma.

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After his conversation with Fyodor about their deal, which was no longer valid, he walked back upstairs to find Sigma awake in their bed. It was the middle of the night now. 

“Are you alright?” Sigma asked him, noticing his pale complexion from earlier that evening had returned. 

“Oh… Sigma .” He hadn’t been expecting him to be awake. 

“Nikolai…” Sigma’s concern grew. His pink eyes fixated on his boyfriend’s face.

The clown came to his side of the bed. He sat down and Sigma immediately moved to his side. 

“They scrambled his brain, Ivan’s brain.” He said quietly. “Fyodor and Shibusawa did. With surgery.” 

It took him a moment to fully understand those words, but when he did, Sigma felt nauseous. 

“He assured me… they wouldn’t touch yours.” Nikolai added, placing a hand on top of Sigma's head. “Even so, please… be careful. He declined to mention… if he’d do that to me.” 

Sigma threw his arms around his boyfriend, he was shaking. “T-That’s so… so terrifying.” 

Yeah… it was. Any chance that he could change how they felt for each other, VIA the book or other methods… was terrifying.  

Nikolai slid an arm around him and held him close. “It is. For once in a long time, I-I’m… terrified too .” 

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The next day, Nikolai got to work. He was going to push his ability and push it, until he could go even further. So he could make himself and Sigma disappear, when he needed to. This was tough, because Sigma refused to leave his side. He was so skittish and frightened after learning about Ivan. So, the only opportunity he got was when he was in the bathroom. 

Each trip to the bathroom, he’d practice going further and further with the cape. The only downside was the dizziness and sometimes nausea he felt the further he went. This went on for a few weeks; Christmas was coming up fast. 

One day, Sigma was reading, perched in his new favorite spot- the mountain of heart shaped pillows- when he noticed Nikolai had been in the bathroom a long time. 

“You okay in there?” He called out. 

No response. 

He went back to reading, until suddenly he heard a loud THUD.

Sigma got up quickly and ran to the bathroom. “I’m coming in!” He didn’t hesitate yanking the door open. 

In the middle of the bathroom floor, laying in a heap, was Nikolai. 

“What the hell?” Sigma exclaimed. 

“I’m fine… I’m fine…” Nikolai said, lifting his head.

“What is going on?” Sigma sat down on the floor beside him. He thought for a moment. He studied the way Nikolai was face-planted on the tiled floors. “Have you been leaving? With your ability?” 

“Would you believe I fell off the toilet?” Nikolai tried to joke. 

Sigma crossed his arms. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just use my ability.” 

“Okay! Okay!” The clown slowly sat up. “I’ve uh… been practicing. I’m trying to strengthen my ability.” 

There was a pause. 

“I’m guessing Fyodor said no to our Christmas.” Sigma said.

He wasn’t going to lie to Sigma any further. At the same time, he wasn’t going to tell him about their past deal. He couldn’t… he just… couldn’t risk it. 

Nikolai slowly nodded. “I’m sorry. I still wanted to be able to take you away. Using my ability we could slip out undetected and-” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Sigma interrupted him. 

“I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Nikolai said quietly.

“So, what’s the plan?” Sigma asked. “You steal me away and then what?” 

Nikolai giggled a bit. “I’ve made a plan, but I’d rather not spoil it.” He had no plan, but he’d make one- fast!

Sigma squinted. “Hmmm….” 

“Let me show you how far I can go.” Nikolai said, he stood up and brushed off. 

Sigma stood up as well, and crossed his arms. “Should I be nervous?” 

Nikolai cackled. He held a hand out. With a little hesitation, Sigma accepted his hand. He felt the warmth and saw the gold-yellow light. He closed his eyes.

Suddenly he was hit with what felt like a wall of coldness. He opened his eyes and gasped. He was standing on the edge of a beautiful cliff side. The grassy and mossy gray/back stone jutted out against the ocean. Sigma’s balance was immediately thrown off. He leaned forward, and let out another gasp. He was going to fall off the cliff. Then he felt strong arms wrap around his torso, a hug from behind. 

“I’ve got you.” Nikolai said over the wind that whipped against the cliffs. 

“Where are we?” Sigma shouted. 

“The Cliffs of Moher!” Nikolai shouted back. 

Sigma was dumb-founded. “We’re in Ireland!? ” 

“YEAH~!” Nikolai replied. He hugged his slender boyfriend tightly from behind. 

They took in the scenery for a while, watching the waves crash against the rocks below. The clouds in the sky looked fluffy against the clear blue sky. Both of their long hair was flowing with the wind.

“Do you trust me?” Nikolai asked Sigma, breaking the silence. 

“You asking me that as we are on the edge of a cliff is eerily suspicious.” Sigma shouted. 

Nikolai cackled. “Oh come on now, do you trust me?” 

“You know I do.” Sigma replied, blushing. 

Nikolai carefully turned Sigma around to face him. 

“What are you doing?” Sigma’s eyes were wide. 

Grinning, Nikolai wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug. 

“Nikolai!” Sigma said. 

Holding him, Nikolai dove off the cliff. Sigma screamed as they fell. He couldn’t see down at the rocks below, all he could see was the sky. Still, the sensation of falling was terrifying. Surely nearing the bottom, he closed his eyes and felt warmth. 

Oof! 

He didn’t feel the rocks below. He felt… a cushion . Shaking, he opened his eyes. Both he and Nikolai had landed on their asses on their bed, back at the manor. 

Nikolai clapped his hands. “See~! Look at how much I’ve improv-” 

SMACK! 

Sigma slapped him, but wasn’t a hard slap. “You dummy! What the fuck Kolya?” 

Nikolai just grabbed him and kissed him. Sigma let out a sigh, then he kissed him harder. They kissed for a long time. 

“I… want to go to more places.” Sigma said breathlessly. “But… if you throw me off a cliff again… I’ll kill you.”

Nikolai giggled. “I just wanted to show off a little.” 

Sigma kissed him again. This time their tongues melted together as they kissed deeply.

“That's enough practice for today.” Sigma grabbed Nikolai by the jaw with one hand.

“Yes, sir~” Nikolai replied, blushing a bit. 

“Tomorrow, I want you to take me with you. Wherever you go.” Sigma told him. 

“I don’t know… I really have to push myself and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Nikolai replied. 

Sigma squeezed his jaw a bit. “You dove off a cliff, with me in your arms.” 

Nikolai giggled. 

Sigma rolled his eyes. “I’m coming with you.” 

And so, Nikolai continued to train, bringing Sigma with him. They had many short dates during this time, leaving the manor without Fyodor knowing. 

They traveled to Ireland again, Belgium, and France. Nikolai took many photos of them together at different places on his private cell phone. A few at the castle surrounded by flocks of sheep in Ireland. One or two at a cafe in Belgium while eating delicious Belgian waffles covered in sweet toppings. And a few of them kissing at the Eiffel Tower. 

Sigma was getting to see the world, without technically leaving his home. 

Nikolai was getting to date Sigma. Even without Fyodor’s approval. And he was going to take him somewhere special for Christmas. He had taken the time to come up with a solid plan. 

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As Christmas neared, Nikolai became more and more excited for his plan to be put in action. They were all due to relocate after the holidays. 

When it was just a few days away, Fyodor discussed their plans for Christmas Eve. Dinner with everyone. Decorating the tree that he ordered Ivan to uproot and drag in. After that, Fyodor would be giving each their gifts he had prepared. Then the next morning, Christmas Day, they could use Nikolai’s ability to leave the manor. 

Nikolai practically leapt out of bed on the morning of Christmas Eve. He had spent a few Christmases with Fyodor already. However, they had never had this many people celebrating with them. It was almost like a family of misfits. 

When the evening came around, everyone gathered together. Fyodor even had Bram brought down and set him up in the living room beside the tree. The vampire was grumpy about this at first, but then he heard music playing on the record player and he mellowed out. They dined together, enjoying a large feast. Then they shuffled into the living room. With the fire roaring, they decorated the tree set up by Ivan. The ornaments they had looked extremely old and were made of glass. Afterwards, it was time for gifts from Fyodor. 

Fyodor brought in a handful of poppers. (A popular way of wrapping a small gift in England. The gift is wrapped in colorful paper in a tube-like shape that pops upon opening it.) He handed them out, keeping just one in his hand that was meant for Bram. Seeing as he couldn’t exactly open the gift himself…

“On the count of three~” Nikolai said. 

Fyodor nodded. “1… 2…3!” 

POP! 

Inside each popper there was a slip of red paper. 

Nikolai’s read “JAPAN.” 

Sigma’s read “USA.” 

They looked at theirs and then looked at each other’s papers. Both of their faces went pale. 

Shibusawa’s read “FRANCE.” 

Ivan’s read “FRANCE.” 

Fyodor held up Bram’s which read “JAPAN.” 

“What is this?” Shibusawa asked. 

“Your assignment for the new year.” Fyodor said, bluntly. 

“T-This is… where we are going?” Sigma asked. 

Fyodor nodded. “That’s correct.” 

“And I’m going… here ?” Sigma held up his paper. “Myself?” 

“I’ll be with you, in the beginning.” Fyodor told him, smirking a bit.

Nikolai put an arm around Sigma’s waist. “Why? What does he need to do in America?” 

Bram cringed at the word. 

“Sigma darling will be going to Las Vegas, where he will be studying how to manage casinos.” Fyodor explained. His smirk grew larger. 

“And I am going to Japan, for?” Nikolai asked. “I thought we were all going… to Japan.” 

“I never once mentioned that we are all going to Japan. I mentioned that you and I would be in Japan, sure. I never mentioned where Sigma would be. It is true, we will all end up in Japan, it’s just that you and Bram will be going first. You are going for a few reasons. Hits mainly, and then eventually an infiltration job. I’ll meet with you there, once Sigma is settled in America and after I stop in France.” Fyodor told him. “You’ll have Bram to keep you company in the meantime. I know you need to someone to talk to.” His voice was almost a bit mocking. 

Bram let out a groan. “Not the jester…” 

There was silence. Nikolai pulled Sigma closer to him.

“I will do just fine in France.” Shibusawa said. “I assume you are sending Ivan to be my footstool.” 

Fyodor nodded.

“Whatever you say Master~!” Ivan smiled. 

“What a good pet you are.” Fyodor patted him on the head. “You’ll do whatever Shibusawa requires you to.” 

Ivan nodded like a dog obeying its master.

“Come on.” Nikolai said gently to Sigma. “Let’s go upstairs.” 

“By all means, you are dismissed.” Fyodor told them. “Enjoy the next couple of days together. Oh, and Happy Christmas.” 

Sigma was stunned. He allowed Nikolai to lead him upstairs and to their room. Once they were behind the locked door, he slowly sank to the floor. 

“Hey…” Nikolai tried to lift him up again. “It’s okay baby.” 

“I have to go… without you. ” Sigma felt tears running down his face.  

“I know.” Nikolai got him back onto his feet. “I know… but that’s okay. I’m going to push my ability even further. So that… so that it won’t matter that I’m on the other side of the world… I will be able to come to you.” 

Sigma looked at him, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“I’ll visit you… w-we’ll make it work.” Nikolai had tears in the corners of his eyes too, that were threatening to fall down his cheeks. “I will always find you, no matter where you are.” He pulled him in for a tight hug. 

“Promise?” Sigma asked. 

“I… I promise.” Nikolai rubbed his back. “And if you don’t want to go on our trip tomorrow, then we can just stay here.” 

“No, let’s go. Let’s celebrate our Christmas.” Sigma said. 

Nikolai pulled back from the hug and observed his boyfriend’s demeanor for a few moments. He slowly nodded. 

“I…I want to go to bed now.” Sigma told him. 

“Yeah, alright. Let’s go to bed.” Nikolai agreed. 

The two got ready for bed. Although, Sigma couldn’t sleep. He had to finish something… a gift for Nikolai. 

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The next day, Sigma ended up sleeping in pretty late on Christmas morning due to him staying up.

Nikolai made them breakfast and the pair got their things ready for their trip.

While they traveled on their past dates, Sigma had visited a few stores, making Nikolai wait outside as he purchased some gifts for Christmas. Nikolai had done the same. They had also purchased matching sets of flannel pajamas.

They took some time to wrap their gifts in the afternoon.  When evening came, the two got dressed in their pajamas.

When they were both dressed, they gathered their gifts and got ready to go. The two were wearing matching thick red, green, and white flannel pajamas. These long sleeved button up pjs were paired with thick wool socks and red slippers. Both of their hair was down and brushed out. 

Nikolai had the addition of his cape to his with his pajamas. He transported them and their gifts. 

Sigma opened his eyes once they arrived at their next location. He gasped. 

They were inside a cozy log cabin. There was a stone fireplace with a TV mounted above the mantle.

 

The TV was playing music, Michael Bublé. 

Put your head on my shoulder. Hold me in your arms, baby. (Music) 

 

A comfortable looking faded brown leather sectional sofa. Two red and green wool blankets were folded nicely on top of the ottoman part of the sofa. There was a Nordic Totem pole lamp next to the couch and a small wooden bookcase. The front door was locked and barred, located next to the fireplace. There were large windows but they were covered by forest green curtains. 

Sigma glanced around, while Nikolai put their gifts down on the sofa. He removed his cape too.

 

Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me…that you love me too. (Music) 

 

Beside the living room was a cozy kitchen with forest green cabinets and butcher block counters. Next to that, a small dining room with a wooden table and chairs. Also in the dining room, a small 5 foot Christmas tree was set up. It was decorated with white Christmas lights and instead of traditional ornaments, Nikolai had printed their photos together and turned them into paper ornaments. He also made several red velvet bows to decorate the space between. 

This whole area was open floor plan. It was small, quint. There was an archway leading to a bedroom.  

“Where are we?” Sigma asked. He was smiling warmly. 

“It’ll be better if I show you.” Nikolai grabbed his hand. 

Sigma let himself be tugged into the bedroom. His jaw dropped when he entered. There was one large window at the foot of the bed. The ceiling of the bedroom was also made completely of glass. He could see the empty snow covered grounds outside of the cabin and the outline of the distant pine trees, also covered in snow. 

That itself was beautiful… but the sky . The night sky was changing colors in between the sparkling stars. The aurora borealis. 

After staring for a moment, moment agape, Sigma looked around the room. 

There was a large wooden bed with plump pillows, a thick comforter, and fuzzy blankets piled on top. End tables with drawers on either side had green glass lamps on top. A bottle of lube was on one of the end tables with a bow on it. There was also a small metal fireplace in the corner next to the big window. It was roaring away filling the room with a warm feeling. 

Nikolai had set up some large pillar candles in the corners of the room. They smelled of cinnamon. White rose petals were on the floor around the bed. He noted some sort of blinds along all the glass panels on the ceiling and walls. They were most likely remote control operated. 

Sigma walked around, taking it all in. Connected to the bedroom was a bathroom. Mainly wooden, it had a large jacuzzi tub where Nikolai had set up candles. There was also a small, two person sauna. The ceiling in the bathroom was glass as well. 

“We are in Norway, I rented this cabin for us. I set up everything yesterday while you were bathing before the festivities, to surprise you. Then I added the finishing touches earlier while you got ready for dinner tonight.” Nikolai said with excitement in his voice. 

Sigma bit his lip. “Nikolai… this is… amazing.” He hugged his boyfriend tightly. “I don’t even know where to start…” 

“I have some ideas.” Nikolai smirked. He lifted Sigma off his feet, and held him bridal-style. His red slippers cascading to the floor, Sigma gasped. 

Nikolai chuckled. He carried his “bride” to the bed and dropped him there. Sigma’s eyes locked on the pink, blue, and green colored sky above him. The stars twinkled. Nikolai plopped on the bed next to him, laying on his back with his hands behind his head. The two stared up at the beautiful sky. Nikolai had different intentions in mind, but got caught up in the true beauty of the aurora borealis. 

“We’re going to be separated.” Sigma said in a melancholy tone. 

“Yeah.” Nikolai replied. His voice was soft.  

“I feel like we are finally able to be together. We were finally going to be…” Sigma’s voice trailed off. 

“Normal?” Nikolai finished his sentence. 

“Yeah.” Sigma said. He bit his lip, holding back tears. 

“Normal and I don’t mix. ” Nikolai said. He rolled onto his side and faced Sigma. “That’s what I thought… Then I met you. All of your reactions, everything you do is just soooo normal .” 

Sigma rolled onto his side to face Nikolai. “Why do I feel like you’re insulting me?” 

“I’m not~!” Nikolai giggled. Although, his giggle wasn’t as joyous as it normally was. “Normal is good. Normal is consistent. Normal is safe. ” 

Their eyes locked on each other. 

Pink. Blue. Green. Just like the sky. 

“I love you, so much more than I thought I could love a person.” Nikolai said. His hand went to Sigma’s cheek, stroking it gently. “I will come and see you.” 

A single tear dripped down Sigma’s cheek. He smiled. 

Nikolai responded by licking the tear away. 

Sigma gasped. 

Nikolai giggled. “See? Sooo incredibly normal.” He booped him on the nose. 

Sigma pouted. “Now I feel like you are making fun of me!” 

“Me? Neverrrrr~” Nikolai replied, licking his cheek again. 

“Shut up.” Sigma said blushing. He grabbed the collar of his boyfriend’s shirt, and kissed him. 

Nikolai purred. He rolled Sigma onto his back and climbed on top of him as they kissed. He moved to his neck. There were some old hickeys there almost healed up, which would simply not do. He sucked on them, re-bruising the skin. 

Sigma inhaled sharply. “Kolya…” He whimpered. He stared up at the sky.

Nikolai giggled. His hands moved to the gingerbread cookie shaped buttons on his pajama top. 

Sigma blushed. His eyes shifted to Nikolai. 

“Oh?” Nikolai’s eyes got wide. “What’s this~?” He had finished unbuttoning the shirt. 

Underneath, Sigma was wearing a sexy dark pink mesh bodysuit. Nikolai could only see the top half so far, and he was already excited. 

Red looked amazing on Sigma… but pink… almost looked even better. It matched eyes, making them pop against his pastel colored hair and pale face. 

Sigma blushed even more. “I'm one of your gifts.” 

“Oh ho oh~” Nikolai kissed him, hard. He pulled down Sigma’s pants. His dual colored eyes scanned his body after the kiss. 

The pink mesh bodysuit led down to a pair of matching pink lace thigh highs attached with a garter belt. The clown quickly removed the pajamas fully, including the wool socks he had on that disguised the thigh highs. He was in awe. His eyes scanned Sigma at least three times over. Sigma had applied lotion that had white shimmery glitter in it all over his body. And now he was shimmering under the aurora borealis. 

He looked absolutely ethereal. Like a siren or a fairy with his pastel hair, striking pink eyes, long white eyelashes, and shimmering skin. 

Nikolai might lose control again, if he wasn’t careful. He yanked off his own pajamas, too impatient to unbutton his top, until he was in nothing but his candy cane themed boxers. 

While he did this, Sigma rolled onto his stomach. He shyly moved his long hair out of the way, so that Nikolai could see the view. 

And what a view it was. 

The back of the body suit was basically a thong. The mesh pattern on his lower back looked almost like a bow. 

A gift. 

Nikolai grinned. He leaned down and bit his ass. 

“Ah!!!” Sigma exclaimed. “Jeez!” 

Nikolai giggled. “I’m sorry~ I couldn’t help it!” He kissed him on his shoulder. 

Sigma rolled over and faced him, he was blushing. 

Nikolai could have sworn his nose started bleeding like he was an anime character, or something. “Stay like that.” He said. He left the room. 

“W-Why?” Sigma called after him.

Nikolai didn’t reply, he returned a few moments later with his phone. “Can I please take some pictures? You look so good.” He gave Sigma puppy-dog eyes. 

Sigma bit his lip. He slowly nodded. 

Nikolai jumped up and down, all giddy. “Okay, okay~” He took on the role of photographer, helping to pose Sigma. 

He lifted his left arm up above his hand, bending the elbow. He lifted the right arm in the same way. 

“There we go.” He nodded. “Now just… look up at me like you were a few moments ago, when I was on top of you.” 

Sigma tried his best to give bedroom eyes for the photos as he posed in his pink lingerie. 

Practically drooling, Nikolai told him to roll over. He then moved his hair out of the way, draping it off to the side, and took a lot of photos of him laying like that. More than a few were taken of his ass up close too. 

“Look back at me.” 

Sigma obeyed and looked back at him. 

“OH!!! You are so fucking sexy!!!” Nikolai exclaimed, causing his boyfriend to blush. After, he crawled onto the bed. “Do me a favor and climb on top of me.” He said. 

Sigma was a little curious as to why, but he did what he was told. 

Nikolai stared up at him for a moment. “Wow.” Sigma looked beautiful with the colorful sky behind him. He snapped a few photos. 

During this, Sigma rolled his hips against his groin. This was done in a shy manner, that was utterly so adorable.

Eventually, he grabbed Nikolai’s phone. “That’s enough.” He tossed it to the other side of the bed. 

Nikolai grinned. “Ohhh? Getting impatient, are we?” 

Sigma gave him a look , which caused the clown to cackle. The slender man silenced him by leaning down and kissing. Nikolai’s hands went to his boyfriend's hips. 

“You are gorgeous.” He said in a whisper against Sigma’s lips. 

Sigma smiled. “So are you.” He whispered back. 

Both grinning, they kissed again. 

Nikolai bucked his hips without really meaning to. 

Sigma gasped and then smirked. “Who’s the impatient one now?” He asked in a breathy voice. 

Nikolai let out a breathy laugh. “I couldn’t help that.” 

Sigma bit his boyfriend’s lower lip playfully, then nuzzled his neck.

Nikolai appreciated the lovey dovey behavior. His heart was racing. 

“I hope you’re ready to get no sleep.” Sigma whispered in Nikolai’s ear before biting the lobe. 

A grin creeped across the clown’s face. His hands traveled down to Sigma’s ass, squeezing the cheeks. Then he rolled him onto his back, claiming his place on top. 

The sudden movement caused the slender man to gasp. He stared up at his boyfriend with the sky reflecting on his long white hair from behind. His pink eyes were scanning his face looking at the scar near his blue eye, his jaw, his neck. They moved down to his chest, his muscles and lower abs, to the bulge in his festive boxers. 

He growled, going down on Sigma’s neck. “I want to memorize the sound of you moaning my name.” 

Sigma gulped. He slowly nodded. “Kolya…” 

Nikolai nipped at his neck and then kissed him. The kiss deepened within moments.

Sigma’s finger tips traced the rim of his boyfriend’s boxers, causing the clown to hiss. “Off.” He demanded. 

The command sent goosebumps across Nikolai’s body. He slowly got up and removed his boxers. Sigma watched as his erection sprung free. Before returning to the bed, Nikolai made sure he grabbed the lube. Then, he returned.

Once on top of Sigma again, his dual colored eyes were scanning and scanning. He didn’t know where to look. 

The thigh highs were so sexy, but the way the body suit hugged his hips, and don’t think he forgot about what his ass looked like in the thong. It was women’s lingerie, but it looked so damn good on Sigma.  He could… devour him. He wanted to visually devour every inch of him in that lingerie. 

He unbuttoned the crotch buttons, releasing Sigma’s dick. He kissed him. As they kissed, his hand wrapped around Sigma’s shaft. He slowly stroked it. The slender man whimpered.

Their lips parted and Nikolai picked up the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. He pushed two inside and then started prepping Sigma. 

Sigma let out a sigh of relief and relaxation. His eyes stared up at the beautiful sky above him. He smiled. “Kolya.” 

“Ah~ That look on your face!” Nikolai cooed. 

Sigma blushed. He looked at Nikolai. The clown’s face was red in the cheeks. There was desire in his eyes. The slender man’s eyes clamped shut as the clown hit the perfect spot inside him. A deep moan slipped out of Sigma’s lips.

Nikolai finished the job and grabbed the lube again. Sigma was more than prepared now. Shaking a bit from how horny he was, he applied some to his dick. Sigma opened his eyes and watched as Nikolai lined himself up. He had to spread Sigma’s legs and folded them up. Once he started to enter, the white haired man let out a satisfied grunt as he pushed himself deeper inside until he bottomed out.

The slender man gripped the comforter on the bed and bit his lip as Nikolai started to thrust. Damn… 

Nikolai moaned, immediately picking up the pace. He thrusted fast, holding his breath. Sigma looked beautiful underneath him, sparkling under the stars. 

“Oh… fuck…” He exhaled breathlessly. His thrusts slowed. He almost came. That was a close one. 

“You’re throbbing already.” Sigma called him out. 

Nikolai sighed, chuckling to himself. “You caught that?” 

“Of course I did… you’re inside me.” Sigma replied. 

Nikolai grinned. Fuck… hearing him say that was…so sexy. He was his. He wanted Sigma to be his forever.

The clown thrusted and continued for quite some time, having to eventually pause again as he nearly came prematurely for the second time.

Sigma had never seen Nikolai so nervous before. He wondered why…

That was when Sigma suggested they move into the sauna. Stripping out of the lingerie and thigh highs as he and Nikolai made their way into the bathroom. 

After messing with the dial, the two entered the small wooden room. There, Nikolai promptly pinned Sigma to the wooden slatted wall. Sigma surprisingly reversed this move by pushing Nikolai backwards as they kissed until they reached the wooden bench. 

Pulling back from the kiss, he pushed Nikolai down on the bench and climbed on top of his lap, straddling him. Nikolai stared up at Sigma, their eyes met.

He loved this confidence. Sigma had become so comfortable with him. 

A moan slipped out the clown’s mouth as Sigma guided his dick back inside. Sigma let out a whimper. He bit his lip while taking the rest of the length. 

Then the slender man rocked his hips. 

“Fuck.” Nikolai whispered. 

Sigma kissed him as he rode his dick in the sauna, breaking only to breathe and pant before kissing him again. 

"Baby..." Nikolai panted. "I don't think I'm going to last." 

Sigma kissed him again. 

The clown moaned. 

"Just a little more." Sigma begged after their lips parted. 

Panting, Nikolai nodded. 

Sigma's eyes rolled. This felt so good. 

It didn't take long for them to both cum, covered in each other's sweat from the sauna. 

When they were both done, they moved to the jacuzzi bathtub. They snuggled in the bathtub until one thing led to another, and Nikolai ended up bending Sigma over against the edge of the tub, taking him again. 

After that, they put their matching pajamas back on and went out into the living room to exchange gifts and enjoy some desserts Nikolai had brought, including some gingerbread men they had baked together the day before. They sat on the comfortable leather sofa together in front of the warm fireplace. Their legs were crossed like pretzels and they faced one another. They had moved the gifts onto the floor next to the sofa

 

The TV was playing a Frank Sinatra song. 

Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. 'Cause I only have eyes… for you... dear. (Music) 

 

“Can I go first?” Sigma asked shyly. 

“Sure~” Nikolai said. 

Sigma picked up a gift from the floor and handed it to Nikolai. 

Nikolai noted how perfectly wrapped the gift was. It was a medium size box wrapped in red foil wrapping paper with a pretty white lace bow. He undid the ribbon and peeled off the wrapping paper. He opened the box underneath. Inside was a fashionable red scarf. He put it around his neck. “You have such good taste.” 

Sigma blushed. 

Nikolai leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you.” He reached down and picked up a gift for Sigma. He dropped it into his lap. 

Compared to Sigma’s pristine wrapping, Nikolai’s looks like it was done by a child. There was way too much tape and mis-matching wrapping paper. 

Smiling brightly, regardless of the wrapping, Sigma opened the interestingly shaped present. He had never received Christmas gifts like this before. Inside was a medium sized realistic white fluffy bunny plushie that had adorable sparkly red eyes. It was so soft and so cute. The slender man smiled and hugged it tightly. 

“A bunny, for my bunny.” Nikolai said with a laugh. 

 Sigma hugged it tightly. He never thought I’d want something so childish but… “I love it. Thank you.” 

Nikolai wanted to melt into the sofa. He was so cute!!!

Sigma placed the bunny plushie into his lap and picked up the next gift. It was a small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper that had a snowflake design on it. He handed the box to Nikolai. 

The clown carefully peeled off the wrapping paper. The box underneath was black velvet. Inside the box, there was a black square shaped watch. The face of the watch had a diamond, shamrock, a spade, and a heart on it. The face had a white glow to it. 

“I thought it would be a good reminder of our date at the casino.” Sigma explained. 

Nikolai smiled. “I’ll wear it everyday.” 

Sigma blushed. Nikolai carefully closed the box and put it aside to pick up Sigma’s next gift. After his failure to wrap the first gift with paper, he used a red bag for the second one. 

Removing the little bit of tissue inside, he pulled out a lavender box. He opened the box and smiled. Inside was a pair of silver and gold earrings shaped like bullets.

(Note for Reader: These are Sigma’s canon earrings in the anime.)  

“Bullets?” Sigma raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s a reminder that you…” Nikolai booped him on the nose. “Are a badass .” 

“I don’t know if I qualify as a badass…” Sigma said. “But… I’m glad you think I am one. I’ll wear them anytime I need strength.” 

He closed the box with the earrings and put it down. He picked up the next gift. It was a small silver bag with white tissue paper inside and a small pearl white bow on the front.

“So um… your last gift was supposed to be me… but we kind of went out of order and that became your first gift.” Sigma rambled. “After Fyodor told us our assignments… I stayed up finishing this.” 

He handed the gift to Nikolai. He opened the bag and saw a book inside. He pulled it out. It was a black leather notebook. He was curious and opened it to a random page in the middle. His face turned red. 

His eyes shifted to Sigma, whose face was also red. “What is this?” He asked. 

“I wrote it… I’ve been writing it, about us.” Sigma said. 

Inside the notebook were written accounts, describing every time they had sex in great detail. Including his thoughts during each time. 

“Did you turn us into a smut book?” Nikolai asked. 

Sigma laughed a bit. “I guess I did… I just started writing it one day… I didn’t think anyone would read it. Afterall, who would want to read smut of us?” 

(Both Nikolai and Sigma slowly turn towards you, the reader.) 

“Well… this will certainly be useful when I miss you.” Nikolai said, flipping through it. 

Sigma rolled his eyes. 

“Oh? OH! Wow…” Nikolai read a paragraph towards the beginning. “So you thought I was charming during our first time?” 

Sigma’s face turned red again. “Don’t read it in front of me!!!” 

Nikolai chuckled. “Awww~ come on~ I like your reaction~” 

 

Another Frank Sinatra song played. 

I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me... (Music)

 

Sigma grabbed him by the collar and Nikolai dropped the notebook. They stared at each other for a moment and then… kissed passionately. 

"There's one more gift, and it's for you." Nikolai said in a breathy voice after the kiss. He reached down and picked up the small golden bag. He placed it in Sigma's lap and kissed him one more time. Then Sigma started to open the gift. Nikolai's heart leapt to his throat as he watched his boyfriend remove the tissue paper and pull out a small beautifully stained wooden box. 

Sigma gulped. It looked too small to be another pair of earrings... "Nikolai..." 

 

I practice every day, to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true... (Music)

 

"Open it." Nikolai urged him. 

Sigma held his breath. He opened the box and immediately tears filled his eyes, he was shaking a bit. 

Nikolai leaned in close. He took the box out of Sigma's hand and removed a beautiful silver ring. In the center was a stunning pearl that had a pink tint to it. The pearl was surrounded by tiny diamonds. 

"Sigma, my dear...will you marry me?"

 

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue.

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, "I love you." (Music) 

 

I love you. (Music)

Notes:

MORE TO COME!

To my Dear Readers,

There is some SPICY stuff yet to come. Here is a quick preview as a treat for being patient little angels.

Preview: "As much as Sigma loves Nikolai... and he knew he loved him... he couldn't seem to stop thinking about his time with Fyodor. Almost as if an invisible string was tugging him towards the Russian man that was more of an enemy these days than a friend or lover."

Thank you for reading!

-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 17

One Week Later 

Stepping into the City of Las Vegas after residing at the Manor in the countryside of England was a culture shock, to say the least. 

Both Fyodor and Sigma arrived at Harry Reid International Airport late into the evening, and the entire city was lit up like a Christmas tree. 

Not even London had looked this bright at night. 

Sigma was utterly astonished. Casinos surrounded by a vast desert, this was familiar to him…

Fyodor corralled him around the airport while he dissociated, helping to gather his carry-on duffle bags, as the rest of their bags would be delivered to the hotel where they would be living. 

They took a private car to the Vdara Hotel & Spa. During the car ride down the Las Vegas strip, Sigma was taking it all in. There were so many people. Some who seemed intoxicated, some not, others who seemed like street performers or workers. 

When the car came to a stop in front of their hotel, Fyodor got out first and opened the door for Sigma. They were immediately met by a young bellman who insisted on putting their items onto a gold luggage cart. 

While Fyodor checked in, Sigma observed the lobby area. It was a large area with white walls and white and beige colored marble floors. There were some carpeted areas with geometric designs. A very interesting modern black chandelier that almost looked like large X’s hung on the ceiling. In the lobby was a restaurant with beautiful plants and wooden archway dividers. Behind the long black granite front desk, was a colorful geometric mural. 

Sigma was handed a gray keycard from Fyodor. 

“Hm?” He looked at the Russian man confused. 

“You have your own room.” Fyodor told him. “I’ll be in the room beside you.” 

“Oh.” Sigma replied. He had not been expecting that. 

The two went up stairs, to the 50th floor. The bellman followed them and helped to bring the correct carry-on bags to each room, explaining their bags from the airport would be delivered shortly. Fyodor was in room 5004 and Sigma was in 5005, towards the end of the hallway.

Once alone in his room, Sigma let out a sigh. He looked around, as it was a multi-room space. More beige walls, but with soft beige carpets in the living room. There was a gray loveseat couch facing a wooden feature wall with a large TV. Under it was a built-in wooden TV cabinet. A glass coffee table was in front of the couch. 

Beside the living room, was a kitchenette with a full size stainless steel refrigerator, a sink, microwave, small dishwasher and a cooktop with two burners. Beside that was a dark wooden table with four leather dining room chairs.

There were sliding wooden doors with frosted glass separating a bedroom. A large king size bed with a white comforter on top was in the center of this room against the wall. In either side was a wooden night stand with three drawers on each. Modern stainless steel lamps with glass shades were on each night stand. At the foot of the bed, was a wooden dresser with stainless steel handles. A closet was in the corner closest to the sliding doors. In the closet was a small safe. 

His jaw dropped at the picturesque window viewing all of the city lights from the Vegas Strip. 

The bathroom had wide shiny marble tiles and walls. There was another large window viewing the city. Beside the window, a deep oval shaped white tub. A glass shower stall was near the door. A square toilet was in a separate part of the bathroom that also housed white double sinks. A large backlit mirror hung above them. 

He had this luxurious space to himself. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

There was a knock on the door that caused him to jump. 

“Guest services.” A polite voice came from the other side. 

He opened it and the bellman from before was standing outside with his luggage from the airport- two large black suitcases. An empty cart was next to him in the hall. 

So Fyodor had already gotten his luggage. 

Sigma stepped out of the way and the bellman brought them in. He bowed politely before departing. 

Alone again, Sigma moved all of his bags to the bedroom. He immediately unlocked and opened one of his suitcases. Inside were items wrapped in clothes he didn’t want Fyodor to see. A cell phone that Nikolai had helped him to set up. A bank card, for his bank account that Nikolai had helped him set up with all of the money he had won on their casino date. And the wooden ring box. 

He slowly opened the box. He stared at the beautiful engagement ring. He took it out and slid it on his finger. 

Finding himself blushing, he smiled. 

He had said “yes.” 

There was no real set plan for a wedding, because they’d be separated for a while. However, knowing that Nikolai loved him so much that he wanted to marry him, was enough for now. 

Sigma felt a tear stream down his face. 

He missed Nikolai already…

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In the early morning, Nikolai entered the apartment where he and Bram would be staying. He had no help, but luckily he had his ability. That was the only way to transport an entire coffin nonchalantly. 

The small apartment complex was a peach colored building with a green roof and external entry green doors. There was a metal staircase going upward towards the multiple levels of doorways. His apartment was on the third level, which was the top floor. It was a two bedroom apartment with a small kitchen/laundry room, a living/dining room, and one bathroom. 

The kitchen was galley style as soon as you walked in the door. With white walls and simple light wooden floors. There were wooden cabinets and a butcher block countertop. All of the appliances were white, including the stacked washer and dryer combo. Luckily, Fyodor had chosen a place that was already furnished. So, there were some perks besides the normal appliances like a coffee pot, a rice cooker, toaster, and microwave. The cabinets had basic pots, pants, cutlery, and a set of white cups/plates/bowls. 

In the living room, the wooden floors continued. There was a sliding glass door that led to a small balcony where two people could sit at the simple wooden table and chairs. The center of the floor inside had a short wooden rectangular table with four red floor cushions. A red loveseat was pushed against one of the walls in the corner. A medium sized TV was on a low sitting wooden TV stand. There was a closet in the opposite corner for storage. 

The bathroom was pretty tight. With white square tiles on the floor and blue tiles on the wall. There was a blue rectangle shaped bathtub, a pedestal sink with an oval shaped mirror above, and a small shower stall. The toilet was behind another door next to a linen closet where white towels were stocked up. 

The two bedrooms were identical, with tatami mat floors and white walls with wood trimming. A small window was in each room, as well as a closet with slatted wooden doors. In the center ceiling of each room hung a white heat lamp, and folded nicely on the floor under the lamp were futon mattresses and some extra blankets. One room had a red set, the other had a purple set. Nikolai chose the room with the red set. 

While debating where to put Bram, he ultimately chose to put his coffin in the living room closet. This left the second bedroom open for when Fyodor arrived eventually.

He brought his luggage into his room and let out a sigh. The apartment was cozy, he liked the layout. However… It was lonely without Fyodor and Sigma. 

Pulling out his cellphone, he sent a text to Sigma. “Missing you already. I hope your flight wasn’t too bad.” 

There was no reply, but then again… it was night time where Sigma was. Biting his lip to hold back a tear, Nikolai began to unpack his things. 

He wondered if Sigma was sleeping with the engagement ring on. He was so incredibly happy that Sigma had said “yes.” True, it was sudden and maybe too fast… but Nikolai didn’t have forever. Or, he did, but his “forever” was a lot shorter than most people his age. 

When Nikolai first joined Fyodor in the Decay of Angels, he had agreed that when the timing was right… he would die for their cause. 

He didn’t know yet when he would be ordered to do this, or how it would come to be, but he didn’t want to die without ever being married. He loved Sigma, and Sigma loved him. This may be his only chance at living that dream. 

When he finished unpacking his things, he shoved his empty bags into the closet. Then he pulled out his phone to do some research. He would have to go grocery shopping and register for a train pass. He would get two, one for himself and one Sigma. Luckily, he had been to Yokohama before and was semi-familiar with the area. Later that day he would have to meet with one of Fyodor’s accomplices to pick up some weapons. 

Being a hitman was going to be easy. Being practically alone in the apartment, however, would be extremely difficult for the extravert. 

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The next day, Sigma woke up exhausted and jet-lagged to the sound of knocking at his hotel room door. 

A little bit out of it, he blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. His eyes focused on his engagement ring as there was another knock on his door. Yawning, he got out of bed. Grabbing his phone and the charger he noticed a text from Nikolai, but there was no time to respond. 

It was definitely Fyodor at the door.  

Wearing his pajamas from Christmas, he glanced around the room. His pink orbs locked on the safe. Kneeling in front of it, he put his phone, the charger, and his engagement ring inside. He closed the safe and set a passcode, 5005. 

Once the items were secure, he walked to the door and opened it. As he had predicted, Fyodor was in the hallway. He was dressed in a dark violet button up exposing part of his chest with the sleeves rolled, paired with black dress pants, a black belt, and sharp looking black dress shoes. His hair was pulled back, half up and half down with a little bun in the back. 

“My apologies.” He said when he noticed how Sigma was dressed, his hair a mess from sleeping. “Did I wake you?” 

Sigma yawned. “Y-Yeah… I’m not feeling too good…” 

“I see, jet-lag, huh? I came to collect you for breakfast, perhaps eating something will help. We have some meetings later today that I’m afraid we can’t miss.” 

Sigma sighed. “Okay… is there time for me to shower?” 

Fyodor nodded. 

Sigma figured Fyodor would go back to his own room until he was ready. Instead, he entered Sigma’s room and sat down on the couch.

Gulping, Sigma went into the bathroom, locking the door. His reflection nearly scared him. His eyes had dark circles under them and his complexion was pale. His hair was messier than he thought. 

“Jeez.” He said to no one in particular. 

He had unpacked the day before, finding a place for all of his things. So the bathroom was well stocked with his shampoo, conditioner, body wash, skin care creams, etc. 

Sigma was hoping this shower would help him wake up a bit. However, it had the opposite effect. The hot water relaxed his muscles and made him even more tired. 

When he stepped out of the shower, he groaned. Wrapping a towel around his torso, he passed Fyodor on the way to his bedroom. He could feel Fyodor’s eyes on him, causing him to blush. Flustered, he closed the sliding doors to the bedroom. 

He pulled some clothes out trying to figure out what to wear. The temperature in Las Vegas was very different from their little town in England. Ultimately, he chose to mirror Fyodor. Putting on a white button down with the sleeves cuffed, paired with beige dress pants with a matching beige tie, open-toe gold heels that were secured at his ankles, a gold chain belt, and his bullet earrings that Nikolai gave him. His hair was pulled into a high ponytail with a white claw clip, although his bags stayed down framing his face. He was too tired to bother with makeup. At least his skin care routine took care of most of the dark circles.

Sigma exited his bedroom and Fyodor stood up. His purple-red eyes scanned Sigma twice. “You are stunning.” 

Blushing, the slender man crossed his arms. 

Fyodor approached him. He gently touched one of Sigma’s earrings. “I didn’t buy you these.”

“They were a gift from Nikolai.” Sigma replied. Shit. He had forgotten to look at the text message… 

“Hm.” Fyodor smirked. “Bullets… what an interesting choice.” 

Sigma’s throat felt dry. 

Fyodor turned to the door. “Shall we?” 

Sigma nodded. “I suppose so.” 

The pair went downstairs to the restaurant located in the lobby. After three cups of coffee along with his meal, Sigma finally felt awake. During their meal, they used one of Fyodor’s phones to order groceries to be delivered to the hotel. 

Then, it was time to go to the casino. 

The Vdara Hotel didn’t have a casino attached to it, but was associated with the Aria Resort and Casino. The Vdara was meant for people staying long term, as it was one of the few hotels with kitchenettes. Due to the lack of a casino, they would have to either walk to the Aria or take the monorail. Sigma had never taken a monorail before. He was dumbfounded as he watched the city speed by during their short ride. 

The Aria Resort and Casino was even bigger than the Vdara. Hosting a bustling lobby with many shops, restaurants, and lounge spaces located in the City Center. The casino was the only one in the center part of the strip, so most people commuted from their neighboring hotels to gamble there. 

It was triple the size of the casinos Sigma had seen before. As they walked through, Sigma observed the way the employees were interacting with the guests and immediately noted a disconnect. 

Perhaps it was American culture? 

Fyodor led the slender man through the casino floor and to a set of doors that said “Staff Only” in black painted lettering. There was a key card swipe on the door, and also an African American gentleman in a black suit with an earpiece posted outside. He had a shiny bald head and was even taller than Nikolai was. He was muscular and had an unperturbed facial expression. 

Fyodor stopped. The security guard studied him and then Sigma. 

“We are here to see Rocky.” The Russian man said with an equally blank expression on his face. 

“Name?” The security guard asked, touching his ear piece. 

“Fyodor Dostoevsky.” He replied, with a smirk. 

The security guard took his hand off the ear piece, with a nod, he opened the door to reveal a long hallway. 

“First door, to the right.” He said.

Fyodor nodded in reply and slid his arm around Sigma’s waist, leading him down the hall.

They entered a white door to the right to reveal a room with maroon wallpapered walls, black marble floors that were partially covered by a cheetah print rug. There was a long black leather couch with glass end tables on each side in the center of the floor, not against any walls. The tables were covered in empty beer bottles and cigarette butts. In each corner of the room, there were tall lamps shaped like pyramids with gold shades.

Standing behind the couch on each end were security guards dressed just like the one posted outside, with ear pieces in. 

Sitting on the couch was an extremely muscular man. He had olive color skin, striking green eyes, and black hair that was slicked back with a sculpted beard/mustache combo to match. He was dressed in a matching white suit with a black tie. A pair of sunglasses were propped on top of his head and a neck tattoo of a cobra was partially visible, peeking out of the collar of his shirt. 

On either side of him were women, two of them, dressed in what hardly seemed to be clothing. 

The man, who was obviously the one they called Rocky, stared at Sigma. 

He snapped his fingers and the two women got up. Both security guards gave a nod, in-sync and they walked the ladies out of the room. 

“Well, well Dostoevsky, didn’t you bring me a treat.” Rocky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You didn’t say my student would be a lovely lady.” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Rocky, this is Sigma. Sigma is, in fact, just a beautiful man .” 

Rocky looked floored. “You’re joking.” 

Sigma cleared his throat. “Sorry to confirm.” 

Rocky looked even more astonished at his voice being so deep. “Ah well, shit.” He sat back on the couch. “Had me excited…” 

“Please do remember to behave . You will train Sigma on how to run a casino properly, and each of those shady business men you made deals with who are hiding out in Japan, will slowly disappear one by one.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma gulped. It clicked. Why Nikolai was sent to Japan, why he was here in the United States. 

“Behaving wasn’t part of the deal.” Rocky winked.

Fyodor’s smirk faded. 

Rocky merely chuckled, observing his reaction. “So you bring me your girl-er sorry- boyfriend as a student, huh?" 

"I don’t believe our past history has anything to do with what needs to be accomplished here, at this casino." Fyodor said. 

Rocky whistled. "Wow Pastels, you messed him up goooood." 

Sigma blushed and crossed his arms uncomfortably. 

"We’ll start during the day time, with your training." Rocky started. "It’s less chaotic than night time. Oh, and we will start not tomorrow, but the next day. Pastels looks mighty tired.” 

“Thank you.” Sigma said, although he wasn't too sure about the nickname. It seemed flirty.

Rocky grinned at his politeness. “But of course, I’m a nice guy, remember that." 

Fyodor was glaring at the man, ever so slightly.

"Now, you both need to have badges made, to come and go as you please. When you exit those doors, please follow one of my security guards to the security office.” Rocky finished.

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Fyodor and Sigma did as they were told. Once their badges were obtained, the same security guard they had met outside of the employee door, whose name turned out to be Jay, took them around the casino. Jay gave them a tour of not only the public areas, but the employee tunnels and back rooms too. 

All of the walking was making Sigma extremely exhausted. He was dragging his feet in those heels by the end of it all. When it was finally time to go back to their hotel, he propelled himself to have one additional burst of energy. 

As soon as they reached the 50th floor, Fyodor and Sigma split up, agreeing to go to dinner later- after a nap. 

Upon entering his room, he noticed his groceries had been delivered and were sitting inside his room on the kitchen counter. Sighing at yet another task to do, he put them away. Stumbling into his bedroom, he changed back into his Christmas pajamas, dropping his clothes on the floor. Crawling into bed, he was out in minutes.

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Sigma woke up hours later to a knock on his door, yet again. Yawning, he got out of bed with a groan. He put on his slippers and wrapped a throw blanket around his shoulders. 

He ripped the door open sleepily. 

“Darling, you need to be using the peephole in the door to make sure it’s me.” Fyodor said. “We’re no longer at the manor and there were many men staring at you today.” 

He was standing in the hallway wearing his clothes from earlier but with slippers on his feet. 

It seems Fyodor didn’t rest. 

He was holding two plates of delicious looking food. Steaks served in a wine and butter sauce with perfectly cooked asparagus. Tucked under his arm was a bottle of Pinot Noir. 

The smell instantly filled Sigma’s nostrils and made his mouth water. 

“I figured you would rather eat in tonight.” Fyodor smirked.

Sigma couldn’t decline this offer. Going out would be draining. “T-Thank you.” He backed up and allowed Fyodor into the room. He removed his slippers near the door. 

“But of course.” Fyodor placed the plates down on the small square shaped dining room table. 

Meanwhile, the slender man closed the door and quickly crossed the room. His stomach growled as he sat down.

Fyodor opened Sigma’s kitchenette cabinets, he pulled out two wine glasses and silverware and a corkscrew. Then he joined Sigma at the table, pouring a glass of wine for each of them. 

Sigma didn’t hesitate. He dug into the home cooked meal, thoroughly enjoying every savory bite. 

Fyodor ate slower. He stared at the man across from him, bundled up in his pajamas, blanket and all. How he had missed their bodies being pressed together under the blankets… Ivan was alright, Nikolai was always a fun time, but Sigma felt so raw. He felt so real. He knew it was most likely because of his likeness to Isabel. 

Sigma didn’t even notice his gaze. When they were done eating, he let out a happy sigh. 

He sipped his wine while Fyodor refilled his own glass.

“I think we should play a game.” The Russian man said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an Aria Casino deck of cards. 

“What kind of game?” Sigma asked, trying to catch up to Fyodor’s second glass of wine.

“I was thinking of a bunch of short two player games.” Fyodor told him. “For example, we will start with Concentration, then go to War, and so on.” 

Sigma thought for a moment. This may be a good way to touch up his skills… 

“Yeah, alright.” Sigma nodded. 

They cleared the table of everything but their wine glasses and the bottle of Pinot Noir. They played a round of Concentration first, a memory game that Fyodor had suggested. 

About halfway through… he realized Fyodor was counting cards somehow. 

With that in play, there was no way of him winning. So it was not surprising when he lost.

“Looks like I won.” Fyodor said. “For my winning, I’ll be collecting an article of your clothing.” 

“W-What? You never set those rules, also… you were counting cards!” Sigma said, a little pissed off.

Fyodor grinned. “Good job picking up on that. I’m pretty skilled at it, I can memorize the small details on a deck. It seems you are pretty skilled at noticing such things… as I typically get away with that.”

Sigma blushed a bit. 

“However… in regards to my win, it’s still a win. People play dirty here in Las Vegas.” The Russian man laughed. “Let this be a lesson.” 

Pouting, his face flushed, Sigma removed the blanket from his body. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Fyodor asked. “I’m even counting your blanket as an article of clothing, even though it is most certainly not.”

“Maybe it’s not so bad now, but I have a feeling you’re going to try to strip me further.” Sigma sighed. 

“But of course, unless you can beat me- in which case you’ll claim a piece of my clothing.” Fyodor explained, still grinning.

Sigma bit his tongue. “Fine.” He said after a moment. Although, he was obviously hesitant. 

“Worry not. I will not touch you. In fact… the next time I fuck you, Sigma… will be when you beg me to do so.” The Russian man sounded very confident in saying that. 

Sigma’s face was even more flushed and he seemed flustered. 

“Aww now… that’s not a very good poker face.” Fyodor smirked. “We’ll have to work on that.” 

Sigma angrily lifted the cards and re-shuffled the deck himself. “So War is next, right?” He was determined to beat Fyodor.

And that he did. 

After losing, Fyodor stood up and slowly unbuckled his pants while making eye contact with Sigma. 

Sigma’s face felt hot as he watched Fyodor unveil his tight pair of purple briefs. He was clearly a little excited, there was a bulge. 

Pants off, Fyodor sat back down at the table and shuffled the cards.

Sigma was starting to sweat. W hy did he feel himself twitching…down below. A bit of arousal from the idea of playing a stripping game? He couldn’t deny the excitement. He couldn’t control himself. He was still physically attracted to Fyodor. 

Sigma lost the next game and chose to remove his slippers, which only made Fyodor chuckle. 

The game after that was lost by Fyodor, who removed his briefs to reveal his naked semi-hard cock. 

Sigma gulped. His heart was racing. 

“You can choose the next game.” Fyodor said with a wink. 

“Slapjack!” Sigma blurted. He avoided looking at Fyodor’s crotch. 

“Hm.” Fyodor shuffled the cards. 

All he needed to do was watch the cards, and slap the Jack card first. Surely, Sigma could accomplish that… he could win. 

Sigma was so nervous, he lost slapjack easily. His eyes threatened to look down. He sighed and unbuttoned his pajama shirt, sliding it off and sitting back down. 

“How long are we going to do this?” He asked. 

Fyodor shuffled the cards. “Until you lose all your clothes.” 

Blushing, Sigma stood up. “What are you playing at?” He slammed his hands on the table. “You know I miss Nikolai and you’re just trying to get me to sleep with you while I’m emotional!” 

Fyodor clicked his tongue. “Oh no Sigma, darling. I don’t want to be a replacement for Nikolai.” He stood up as well. Leaning across the table, he stared into the slender man’s pink eyes. “I want you to want me the next time. I want to hear you whimper my name. I want you to be underneath me, besides yourself, cumming from pure ecstasy because you want me to be the one to make you cum. You can keep Nikolai as a pet, but I need you to be mine.” 

Sigma’s mouth went dry. He tried to gulp, and it felt like sandpaper. He was shaking slightly and his face was red. 

“I-I…” He paused. “What makes you think you think I’ll want you like that again? After everything you’ve done so far? After the cruelty you show again and again?” 

Fyodor merely smirked. “Darling, I can see right now… that you are shaking because you are starting to want me.” 

Sigma’s gaze shifted to Fyodor’s cock. It was fully erect now. He had forgotten how big it was… 

“One more game.” Fyodor said. “If I win, you kiss me goodnight. If you win, you can slap me.” 

Sigma closed his eyes for a moment. He didn’t know why, but he slowly sat down. 

Fyodor did as well. He shuffled the cards. “I’ll be choosing this game, as you chose the last one.” 

“Fine.” Sigma replied through gritted teeth. “But no counting cards. I’ll know if you are.” 

Fyodor chuckled. He set up the cards for Spite and Malice. An appropriate title.

Sigma tried his best to concentrate as the game went on and on.

He could do this. He was excellent at casino games. On his date with Nikolai- His heart sank in his chest. Nikolai… THE TEXT! 

He flipped his last card. He won. Sigma had beaten Fyodor. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, he stood up, picked up Fyodor’s pants and underwear and threw them at him. “I won. So get the hell out.” He barked.

Fyodor stood up and slipped on his briefs. “Good job, darling. You must be very skilled to have beaten me at any game of cards.” 

Sigma found himself blushing at the sudden compliment.

Fyodor put his pants back on next and buckled his belt. “Before I go, you may have your reward.” He turned his cheek, readying himself for a slap. 

Sigma pulled his hand back. When it was in the air, he paused. He stared at Fyodor for a minute. 

Fyodor turned his back to stare at him in return. “Well… let me have it.” He smirked a bit. 

Suddenly, Sigma grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He crashed his lips against the Russian man’s. He kissed him and he kissed him and he kissed him. 

Fyodor’s hand went to the small of Sigma’s exposed back and pulled him in closer. He edged Sigma’s lips with his tongue. 

This feeling made Sigma snap out of his trance, or whatever had compelled him to do that in the first place. He pulled away. He was blushing- he was hard . 

Chuckling, Fyodor walked to the door. He put his slippers on. “Goodnight, my darling Bunny Rabbit.” 

He opened the door to Sigma’s hotel room and left. 

After a moment of shock, wondering what the hell had come over him, he rushed to the door and slammed on the latch. 

Utterly defeated in spirit, he left the kitchen and mess. He picked up his shirt and blanket and went to bed. 

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Nikolai hadn’t slept. He should have, but he didn't. It was morning again for him, and there was no response to his text to Sigma. 

He couldn’t use his ability to go to Sigma. 

1. He didn’t know exactly where he was yet. 
2. His ability wasn’t strong enough yet and he needed to keep practicing. 

So, instead of sleeping, he practiced. He practiced until he fell over from exhaustion.

It hadn’t even been more than a day, and Nikolai was losing it. What the hell was going on? Was Sigma alright? Surely Fyodor wouldn’t hurt him. No, he was needed for the plan. Then… why? Why the silence? 

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Sigma woke up the next day with a continued hard-on. He sighed with frustration. 

What the fuck?

He sat up in bed and made eye contact with the safe. 

“Damnnit!” He jumped out of bed and ran to the safe. Ripping it open after punching the code, he grabbed his lavender colored iphone and he saw he had 30 texts, 10 missed calls, and 5 FaceTime calls from Nikolai.

His heart sank. He immediately tried to FaceTime him, but no answer. He tried again, and after a long ring, Nikolai answered. 

Sigma saw nothing immediately on camera other than a heat lamp dangling, glowing a reddish-orange color. 

There was some shuffling and then a very tired looking Nikolai came on the screen. He was shirtless, wrapped in a red futon blanket. His hair was an absolute mess. There were extremely dark purple circles under his eyes and he looked extra pale. 

“You called.” He said in a hoarse voice with a weak smile. 

“Yes. I’m so sorry I didn’t check my phone… Fyodor scheduled meetings yesterday and then I was so weary… I took a nap and… I’m sorry.” Sigma apologized profusely. 

Nikolai looked like he was about to fall back asleep. “But you’re okay right?” 

Sigma blinked a few times. He was worried about his safety. “Yeah, I’m alright baby.” 

Nikolai smiled just a bit. “Good. I just…kind of fell asleep.” 

“You seem really exhausted, are you okay?” Sigma was concerned. 

“Oh? Yeah. I’ve just been practicing.” Nikolai told him. 

“With your ability? You can’t be hurting yourself and tiring yourself out! No one is there to take care of you.” Sigma said. 

“I need to see you, I need to hold you.” Nikolai replied.

There was a pang in Sigma’s chest. He touched his heart and winced. “You can’t push yourself too much for me.” 

Nikolai blinked a few times. “You’re not wearing your engagement ring.” He had seen Sigma’s hand. 

“I-I wore it the first night. Yesterday I wanted to go to bed straight away, I-I had a lot of meetings. My first day is tomorrow.” Sigma explained, stuttering a bit. “I promise, I will remember to wear it when I can.” 

Nikolai looked saddened. “I…. understand.”

There was a pause. 

“I need to see you soon. I am going to rest now so that I can keep on practicing. My first hit isn’t for a while, so I need to use this down time to strengthen my ability.” Nikolai said. 

“R-Right, but be careful… please.” Sigma replied. “I… I love you Kolya.” 

“I love you Sigma.” Nikolai said. 

“Rest up.” Sigma added. 

Both hung up the phone. 

Sigma screeched in frustration. He threw his phone across the bed. 

He was still hard. He was still thinking about… thinking about what would have happened last night if he didn’t kick out Fyodor. And he just didn’t understand why. His mind was telling him “no”, but his body was telling him “yes.” 

As much as Sigma loved Nikolai... and he knew he loved him... he couldn't seem to stop thinking about his time with Fyodor. Almost as if an invisible string was tugging him towards the Russian man that was more of an enemy these days than a friend or lover.

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The rest of that day was spent in bed. He had put the engagement ring on, and plugged in his cell phone to charge. In and out of sleep he couldn’t seem to stop getting aroused. He was having some interesting dreams about being pinned naked between Nikolai and Fyodor again. He got up and ate some eggs and bread, then crawled back into bed.  At some point he felt like he had no choice but to rub one out. Afterwards, he was able to sleep soundly. 

The next day, he was awoken by a knock on his door. This time, he used the peephole and saw it was Fyodor outside of his door. 

“Come back in 30 minutes.” Sigma called through the door. 

Fyodor smirked. “Very well.” 

Sigma put his phone, charger, and ring back in the safe. Before doing so, he texted Nikolai. “Good morning Kolya. <3 Today is my first day of training~! I love you! Be safe.” 

Then  he got showered and dressed. He put on a lavender colored suit with a cream colored blouse that had a bow around front of the collar. The bolo style jacket had four-quarter sleeves and gold buttons down the front. The pants hugged his hips and flared at the bottom. He added his gold chain belt, and pointed cream colored heeled boots. His hair was down, brushed out, and felt extra soft. He did a little bit of makeup, just to go along with his naturally pretty features. He wore the earrings Nikolai gave him and a silver and gold watch on his wrist. 

There was another knock on the door. Upon opening it, his eyes locked on Fyodor. 

The dark haired man had put on his traditional white and purple colored outfit, along with his black knee length boots, and fluffy ushanka hat. Even though it was warm here, he was holding his black cloak in his arms.

Clearly, he had somewhere to be today. Some sort of meeting, or something. That’s why he was dressed in that outfit. 

“Shall we?” He asked in a charming tone. 

Sigma just nodded. 

They walked down the hallway and to the elevator without a word. 

Fyodor hit the button for the lobby, and as the elevator began to drop, he spoke. “Do not tell Rocky, or anyone here of your ability.” 

“Why?” Sigma asked.

“You’ll be snatched so fast by some of the sketchier casinos in this area, and used for your ability.” Fyodor warned him. “Your ability is very valuable.” 

There was a pause.

 “I went back to my room after that lovely kiss we shared and touched myself.” He sighed. He leaned in close to Sigma’s ear. “What a waste.” 

Sigma had goosebumps. The elevator doors opened before he could respond. Fyodor chuckled.

They went to the restaurant for breakfast, then they took the monorail to the casino. Using their badges, they were able to get into the employee only door to the room they had been in before to speak with Rocky. 

Rocky was seated on the long black leather couch. Unlike last time, he had no girls with him. There were two security guards, however. They were standing behind the couch. On the end table there was a coffee pot on a tray with three coffee cups.

He was wearing a navy blue pin-striped suit with a striking emerald green tie. He wore sharp, polished brown dress shoes and a matching leather belt. A very expensive silver Rolex watch was on his wrist. His dark hair was fluffy instead of being slicked back, with a center part. His diamond earrings glittered. His green eyes practically flowed against his features. 

“Good Morning Pastels!” Rocky said with a grin. “Welcome to your first day!” 

“Thanks.” Sigma said in return. 

Rocky patted the couch next to him. “Come take a seat.” 

Sigma stared at the couch and then slowly looked at Fyodor. 

“I don’t bite.” Rocky added.

Fyodor eyed him.

Sigma made his way to the couch and sat down, ignoring the flirtatious tone. 

“This is going to be a longggg day. Are you well rested?” Rocky asked. 

Sigma nodded. 

“How about a coffee?” He offered them both. 

Sigma nodded again. 

Fyodor, however, declined. There was no way this man made good quality coffee.

“Hmm. That’s good.” He reached over and moved Sigma’s hair out of the way to see his earrings. “Bullets.” He chuckled. “You don’t seem the type to carry a gun.” 

Fyodor cleared his throat. “You would be surprised.” He said, glaring at Rocky. 

Rocky withdrew his hand, laughing. “Well now Dostoevsky, I’m pretty sure Sigma’s got a voice of his own. At least, I hope he does. There’s no room for a church mouse in my casino.” 

“I can speak for myself.” Sigma replied. 

Rocky grinned. “There we go. Alright, go ahead and tell me what you observed during your tour of the place.” 

Sigma thought for a moment. “Well, the first thing I noticed was a disconnect. Your employees were not connecting with the guests enough. Maybe it’s American culture, maybe not. Either way, it’s an issue in a luxury casino.” He paused. The back of house lacked personality. A clinical environment for employees is not going to help with the disconnect. Employees should have a comfortable professional environment, where they can relax and reset during their breaks in order to return full-swing. I also noted three key card scanners that were deactivated. This creates a high risk of the guests wandering to employee-only areas, which could be dangerous. Lastly, there is no set uniform… or if there is… your employees aren’t following the standard.” 

Rocky slowly smirked. “My God, so you do have a voice. When you speak, you sing Pastels.” 

Fyodor rolled his eyes. 

“Those were some very good observations.” Rocky nodded in conclusion. 

Sigma blushed a bit.

“I suppose, I will leave you both to it, meaning your jobs and nothing more.” Fyodor said. “I’ll be by to collect Sigma in the evening after my meeting, as we had discussed previously.” 

“Yes, yes. As agreed, one of our private meeting rooms is yours for the day. Security is already posted outside.” Rocky said, waving a hand.

“I’ll see you later, darling.” Fyodor said. 

“Yeah.” Sigma replied coldly. 

The Russian man made his exit. 

“That man is in love with you, you know?” Rocky laughed. 

“I don’t think love is the right word. More like… obsessed .” Sigma replied.

“Hmm well now, nothing wrong with a little bit of obsession. You’ll find a lot of that here in Vegas.” Rocky said. He leaned in closer to the slender man. 

“I’m engaged to someone else.” Sigma blurted out, he was blushing from the closeness. 

Rocky scanned Sigma’s hands. “No ring. Ah. I get it. He doesn’t know.” 

Sigma’s heart jumped. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that…I…” 

“Your secret is safe with me, Pastels.” Rocky said in a sincere voice. “You are about to see a few of my casino’s secrets, so consider this an exchange. ” He winked. “But why haven’t you told him?” 

“I’m afraid he’ll kill him.” Sigma admitted. He found that Rocky was surprisingly easy to talk to, even though he was a flirt. 

“He probably would. I’ve seen the way he glares at me, when he thinks I don’t notice.” Rocky said. 

“Y-Yeah…” Sigma nodded. 

“So this other guy, how do you know him?” The casino manager asked.

“He works for Fyodor… we work together.” Sigma said.

Rocky whistled. “Pastels, you have yourself in quite the love triangle.” 

“Not a love triangle. Kolya loves me. Fyodor is just… using me.” Sigma corrected him.

Rocky chuckled. “The folk I know who are using people… don’t look at them the way he looks at you.” 

Sigma sighed. “Let’s get back on task.” 

Rocky clapped his hands together. “Right. Out of the list you gave me of problem-spots, which would you solve first?” 

“That’s easy. The security and safety issue first. Then immediately jump into changing the employee areas so that it boosts morale. With employees feeling better at work, work on connecting with the guests, and finishing with issuing a strict uniform policy.” Sigma said. 

“You know, you were born to lead.” Rocky smirked.

This caused Sigma to pause. “R-Really? I don’t think so…” He muttered.

“You’ve got talent and a very observant eye.” Rocky continued. “You just need to work on your confidence.” He stood up and offered a hand to Sigma.

The slender man hesitated, but took it after a moment. He felt Rocky’s muscles through his hand as he was pulled off the couch. 

Muscles… 

“Hey now-don’t forget you’re engaged.” Rocky said with a wink. 

Sigma crossed his arms. “Why does everyone feel the need to tease me?” 

“That should be painfully obvious for someone as smart as you.” Rocky said with a grin, then he led him out of the room. 

Sigma pouted the whole way. This is, until he hit the casino floor. His pink eyes scanned and scanned the room.

“Go ahead and play each table, the money will come from the House, so try not to lose.” Rocky told him. “I’ll be watching.” 

Sigma’s eyes lit up. He’d get to play every game without losing any of his own money. He blinked. Then again… it would be on the House’s dime… but he believed in his skills. Without the distraction of someone like Fyodor… he could bring his A game. 

He locked eyes with a poker area. Seeing the registration booth, he walked that way. 

For the reader: Que “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga 

About six hours later, he had made his way around the tables. He did about as well as he did on his date with Nikolai. 

Rocky was nodding his head with approval by the end. “Try the slots out and see if you can figure out the trick to them.” He advised. 

Sigma cracked his knuckles and switched to the slots. After two hours, he had it all figured out.

There were a total of five patterns the machines used and it used them randomly. 

The first two, which were simple and less c ommon: 

Win-Lose-Lose-Lose-Win 

Lose-Win-Win Big-Win-Lose 

And the last three, more elaborate and used to throw off players:

Win-Win-Lose-Win-Win 

Lose-Win-Win-Lose-Lose 

Loose-Loose-Win-Win-Win Big-Lose 

If you memorized the patterns, you would know when to keep playing and when to stop. Although this is not something most people could do. 

Rocky could see it clicked for him. He walked up to the slender man and patted him on the shoulder. “Good job, you’re all done. Let’s have dinner, and you can tell me about my own secrets.” 

Sigma was pretty hungry… “This is all you wanted me to do on my first day?” He asked, just to be certain.

Grinning, Rocky nodded.

So the two went to dinner at one of the restaurants at the hotel, using a private dining room for just the two of them. 

Rocky ordered multiple bottles of wine to the table for Sigma to try and began quizzing him on everything he had done. 

Sigma took the time to explain the slot machine patterns, as well as patterns he observed from the tables. He made it sound easy, although it was clear- he had the knowledge and the talent when it came to casino tables and machines.

Rocky grinned the whole time.

Fyodor had seriously talked his precious Sigma up, but the pretty man was living up to the hype. With raw talent like that… he could easily be trained to help improve a casino… or help to destroy a casino. He was truly….a precious gem. Pretty and unassuming on the outside, and quick and clever on the inside. The highest pedigree of casino management, if guided correctly. 

No wonder Fyodor was obsessed. 

With high expectations, Rocky treated Sigma to a delicious meal. The two dined on lamb served in a delicious savory sauce with roasted potatoes. 

Once they both had their fill, they headed back to the back room with the leather couch to wait on Fyodor.

When the Russian man entered a little while later, the two were sitting rather close laughing about who knew what really. He eyed them. 

“Looks like you had a good first day, darling.” He spoke. 

Sigma nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. He was a little bit tipsy after trying all of those wines at dinner. 

“Dostoevsky! You’ve got quite the gem here.” Rocky said cheerfully, he wrapped an arm around Sigma’s shoulder. 

This caused Sigma to blush, without meaning to. 

“Ah, yes. He was created for this role, don’t you think?” Fyodor replied, eyeing the blush. 

Sigma sighed at this inside joke . He was written into reality with the purpose of eventually being in a casino… 

“I wholeheartedly agree!” Rocky nodded, although he observed Sigma’s reaction. “It was a good first day. He was treated to dinner. Now, he’s all yours.” 

Sigma hit Rocky with a side eye that could kill. He slowly stood up. 

Without a word further, Fyodor gave Sigma a certain look. And they left. Sigma was quiet the entire monorail trip back to their hotel. He remained quiet through the lobby of their hotel and during the elevator ride to go to their rooms. 

Outside of their respective hotel rooms, he turned to Fyodor. “I don’t think I’ll need an escort tomorrow morning.” 

Fyodor raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Shall we go inside to discuss this?” 

Sigma nodded after a moment of hesitation. They went into Fyodor’s hotel room, which was a carbon copy of Sigma’s. 

Once behind closed doors, Sigma spoke. “I’ve memorized the monorail schedule. And even if I forget, it’s posted at every station. I’ll use the alarm clock in my room to get up in time. So, I don’t need your help.” 

“You’ve become independent fast. After only one day at work. You’re living up to how I wrote you.” Fyodor smirked. “Although, I had no doubts in your intelligence. I simply escort you for your protection. ” 

Sigma crossed his arms. “I don’t need protection during the day. Besides, we are coming across as a couple and I don’t want that.” 

The alcohol was making him rather brave. 

Fyodor’s smirk faded. There was a pause. “You are still mine , you know that, right?” 

Sigma shook his head, standing his ground. “I am not anyone’s inherently. I am Nikolai’s by choice .” 

Fyodor stared at him with cold eyes. “Sigma, you might as well be my doll. Everything that makes you special, I created… the outfits you wear, I chose. The talent you have, was crafted by me. Your beauty… exists because of me .”  

“You may have created me, but I am my own person.” Sigma replied. “I have my own emotions!” 

Fyodor slowly smiled. “I am proud of you for saying that.” He moved closer to the slender man and gently patted his shoulder. “Even as your own person, there are things you can’t change. Things that come with being human… desires that come with being human.” 

Sigma gulped, he felt his cheeks get red.

“Like… the way your heart just started racing.” Fyodor backed him up against the door. “Or… the way your cheeks turned red. In fact, they are continuing to get darker…” He leaned against him. “right now.” 

Sigma inhaled sharply. His eyes stared into Fyodor’s. 

“See?” Fyodor asked. “You’re getting nervous. You can’t control yourself… your body is reacting to me… that is because you are mine .” 

Sigma stared at the Russian man’s lips. 

“A part of you wants me Sigma.” Fyodor leaned in. “Now… is that the part of you I created? Or is that you deciding for yourself with these newly found “emotions” and independence?” 

Sigma’s head was spinning. 

Did he actually want Fyodor like that deep down? Is that why he couldn’t shake this feeling, or stop his body from reacting? 

Nikolai had said Fyodor had this effect on people. Was this normal because Fyodor was extremely attractive? 

Or… did Sigma have more feelings for him than just lust? 

“I….” He started. “I should go.” 

Fyodor backed off. “Go right ahead.” 

Sigma stood still, he continued to stare at Fyodor. Their eyes locked once more. Neither moved. 

“Unless you would like to join me for a glass of wine.” Fyodor proposed. 

Sigma ended up staying. 

He took off his lavender bolo jacket and sat down on Fyodor’s couch, pouting, as the Russian man prepared the glasses of wine in the kitchen. This time, a sweet white with notes of pear. 

Fyodor joined him on the couch, handing him a glass. Sigma immediately got to sipping. The handsome dark haired man watched, a satisfied grin on his face. 

“So, would you like to tell me about your day?” He used a charming voice. 

Sigma blinked a moment. What a normal question to have come from this man.  

“Rocky had me play the slots and tables, to determine my skill level and see if I could figure out the system.” He explained. 

“I see. So much of your day was spent with that man.” Fyodor’s expression was hard to read. 

“Day and evening. The dinner we had was amazing, and he had me sample different wines offered by the casino…” Sigma continued. He sipped his wine, feeling a little tipsy again. 

“I see.” Fyodor said, sipping his wine as well. “Is that when he asked you questions about our relationship?” 

Sigma rolled his eyes. “No. Actually, he mentioned that after you dropped me off. He told me that you are obviously in love with me. ” 

Fyodor slowly smirked. “Based on your reaction, I assume you do not agree.” 

“I don’t think you love me.” Sigma said bluntly. “You’re obsessed with me, sure… but I don’t think you can feel love, Fyodor.” 

Fyodor sipped his wine. “What if I could feel love? If I did love you, would that change anything? Or would you still prefer Nikolai?” 

Sigma processed that question for a moment. “You don’t act like someone in love with all of the mind games you play. It’s obvious, you just want me for sex.” 

“You didn’t answer my question, darling.” Fyodor replied.

Sigma looked rather annoyed. He chugged the rest of his wine and put his glass down on the floor next to the couch. 

“We went on dates. I tried to see what it would be like, dating you. I even tried to see what it would be like being with you and Nikolai, all of us, together. Then you had to go and act jealous .” 

“Jealous?” Fyodor raised an eyebrow.

“Yes Fyodor, you are jealous . When you saw Nikolai and I in the bathroom in London, you acted horribly. That’s jealousy. ” Sigma said. “Preventing us from going on dates was out of jealousy . And separating Nikolai and I to different sides of the world is jealousy . You are an extremely jealous man. You had Nikolai believing you actually loved him for so long. You never loved him. And you’ll never love me.” 

Fyodor drank the rest of his wine and put the glass on the floor. He remained quiet for a very long time. 

Sigma started to get nervous. 

He had held that in for a long time, and it felt good to let it out…. But had he gone too far? 

“You are different, Sigma.” Fyodor said. “I created you in the image of someone… someone I did love… back when I could still feel things as sweet as that.” His voice sounded sincere for once. 

Sigma’s throat went dry.

“It doesn’t matter now. She has been lost to time. And you may look like her, but you’re not her. ” He touched one of Sigma’s white strands of hair. “Although, this newly found independence does make you a little bit more like her. She was always headstrong.” 

Everything clicked- the small portrait he had found, the statue in Fyodor’s room that looked a lot like Sigma, the reason he wanted Sigma to be a woman… 

The reason he was so obsessed… it all made perfect sense. 

“W-What happened to her?” Sigma asked in a gentler tone.

“She took her own life, while she was pregnant with my child.” Fyodor told him. 

Sigma’s heart sank in his chest. 

“I never thought about having children or a family, but…” Fyodor’s voice trailed off. 

Sigma reached across the couch and laid a hand on top of Fyodor’s. “I’m sorry.” 

Fyodor blinked a few times. 

The truth was… he had always been jealous. He was jealous of Alexi… and he was jealous of Nikolai. Both of them were able to connect with people, in ways that he could not. 

That’s why he altered Sigma’s page. He was jealous of Nikolai and he didn’t want to lose control of Sigma. Not only was he the key to his plan, he was the closest living thing on this earth to Isabel. 

Ivan had been a temporary fix… but no one would replace Sigma. Not Nikolai, Ivan, or anyone else.

“You should go to your room Sigma.” Fyodor told him. 

Sigma studied the Russian man, who for once, looked slightly defeated. Was it an act or sincerity? Heart racing, he leaned in close and placed a hand on  Fyodor’s cheek. His dark eyes shifted to look straight into Sigma’s. 

After a moment, the slender man tried to pull back, but Fyodor grabbed his wrist. Sigma gasped as the dark haired man kissed him. Their lips melted together with ease. 

Sigma blushed. This kiss… He whimpered.

Fyodor’s hand slowly caressed his cheek as their lips parted. Then he thumb ran across Sigma’s soft lips, causing him to quiver.

This conversation had ended perfectly. Paying Rocky to bring their relationship up was worth it as well. He only wished he had gotten more info about Sigma and Nikolai’s relationship. Rocky said he didn’t have any info in regards to that. 

He knew things would go smoothly once he got Sigma away from Nikolai, and once his guard was down. 

Sigma’s heart was now pounding in his chest. He stood up, grabbed his bolo jacket, and headed for the door. His face was red. 

“Goodnight!” He exclaimed too loud. He flung the door open and left. 

Fyodor, now alone, chuckled. 

“My, my.” 

He would have him soon. It was only a matter of time.

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Sigma quickly opened his own hotel room door, and slid inside. He chucked the bolo jacket onto the couch. Then put the latch on his door and then leaned against it, sinking to the floor. 

What were these feelings? This undeniable attraction… 

He unbuckled his gold shoes and took them off, chucking them across the room to join his bolo jacket on the couch. He hugged his knees. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself. His fingers touched his lips where Fyodor had kissed him. 

Spending a few moments sitting like this, he eventually had to get up. It was pretty late, but it would be mid-day for Nikolai. He rose from the floor.

Entering the bedroom, he opened the safe. He put on his engagement ring and stared at it. 

Any normal relationship and this would surely be cheating… after all, he was engaged. However... it wasn't like he and Nikolai were exactly monogamous. Nikolai was still willing to have sex with Fyodor... it was really just Sigma who had backed off the Russian man. And this was only due to his behavior. Sigma had enjoyed being in bed with both of them sometimes... 

Letting out a sigh to settle his nerves, he sat down on the bed and called Nikolai on Facetime. The phone rang for a few minutes, and then he answered. 

“Helloooo~!” His voice was enthusiastic, making Sigma feel guilty. When he appeared on camera, he was shirtless except for a dark green apron. His white hair was in a ponytail. It appeared he was in his kitchen.

“Oh, sorry… were you busy?” Sigma asked. 

“Oh no, not at all baby~!” Nikolai said. “I was just making some lunch. He stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. 

“What are you making?” Sigma tried to act normal. 

“Takoyaki~!” Nikolai smiled. 

“What’s that?” Sigma cocked his head. 

“Octopus balls. Hehe.” Nikolai smirked. 

Sigma raised an eyebrow. “Yeah… I don’t know about that...” 

“WHAAA? They are delicious!” Nikolai replied “I’m practicing cooking Japanese food so I can impress you when I’m able to bring you here.” 

Sigma got quiet for a moment. He played with long pieces of his hair nervously. 

Nikolai’s dual eyes studied Sigma on the screen. “Are you okay?” 

“Y-Yeah. It’s just been a long day.” Sigma replied quietly. 

“Your first day, right?” Nikolai smiled. 

“Yes.” Sigma nodded. “It was actually kind of fun… My boss had me play the tables and slots to test my skill level. Then we had dinner, which was delicious.” 

“This boss, do I have to worry about him?” Nikolai teased. 

Sigma rolled his eyes. “He was all for it when he thought I was a woman, but… I don’t think you need to worry now.” He was pretty sure Rocky was just the type to flirt for fun. 

Nikolai laughed. “You are too pretty for America.” 

“I don’t know about that, the city lights are pretty at night.” Sigma got up and walked to the big picturesque window. “They almost look like stars, and I am so high up. Room 5005, as in floor 50. Can you believe that?” He showed Nikolai the view. 

“Hmmm. Put the camera back on you.” Nikolai said. “You are the best view.” 

Blushing a bit, Sigma flipped the camera back. 

Nikolai’s eyes scanned him. “It’s just not the same…the view is the same, but I need to see you in person… I need to touch you.” 

“How’s the practicing?” Sigma asked, swallowing hard.

“I had to take a break today…” Nikolai admitted. “I needed a rest after I started to practice again last night.” He felt a lot better now that he had rested. His mind felt less scrambled. 

“I am glad you took a rest. Don’t push yourself.” Sigma told him. 

Nikolai’s eyes shifted. He obviously wasn’t going to listen to that forever… He still needed to get to Sigma as soon as possible.

Both grew quiet for a moment. Sigma bit his lip. 

“How far into cooking lunch are you?” He asked, breaking the silence. 

“Oh, I’m just starting to prep.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma sat back down on the bed. “C-Can…” He stuttered.

“Hm?” Nikolai cocked his head. 

“Can you prep me first?” Sigma’s face was red. He couldn't believe he asked that… 

A grin appeared across Nikolai’s face. “I don’t knowwwww, I’m pretty hungry~” He teased. 

“I will hang up right now.” Sigma said. 

“NOOO~ WAIT!” Nikolai laughed. “Don’t be mean~” 

Sigma sighed. “I just… I am having a hard time…” 

“Oh, I TOTALLY get it. Me too.” Nikolai nodded. “Now show me, how hard ?” 

Gulping, Sigma placed his phone down, leaning against the alarm clock so Nikolai could see the bed. “Do I just…” His voice trailed off. 

“Strip~” Nikolai encouraged him. 

Sigma removed his watch first. Then he untied the bow on his blouse and pulled it over his head. Stroking his long hair, he stared at the camera. His cheeks were flushed. 

He looked absolutely adorable. 

“Your pants next.” Nikolai urged him. 

Sigma removed his belt and then slowly unbuttoned his pants while Nikolai watched with anticipation. To his delight, Sigma was wearing light pink lace panties. The clown was practically drooling. Meanwhile, the slender man got off the bed to finish removing his pants. Holding his hair out of the way, he spun around to Nikolai the full view.

“I want to kiss you so badly right now.” Sigma admitted, his heart pounding. 

Nikolai smiled. “I want to kiss you until I steal the breath from your lungs.”

Gliding his hand down his body, Sigma stared at the camera. His fingers stopped at the rim of his panties. 

“Go ahead.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma removed his panties slowly, to tease his fiance. He was getting hard from anticipation, wondering what Nikolai wanted him to do next. 

Nikolai bit his lip. “Go back to the bed and lay down.” He yanked the apron over his head and started walking towards his bathroom. 

Sigma obeyed. He laid down so that Nikolai could see his body and if he titled his head to the left side, his face. He titled his head to look at his partner, waiting for the next demand. 

Nikolai stared into his big pink eyes for a moment. The patient look on his face… too cute~!

“Put your fingers in your mouth.” 

Sigma blinked, processing the request. Then, blushing a bit from embarrassment, he brought his right hand up to his mouth. He put two fingers in and sucked on them. 

“Psst.” Nikolai held up three fingers. 

Sigma glared at him for a moment, then added a third finger. He was coating them in his own salvia. 

A huge, mischievous grin spread across the clown’s mouth. He placed his phone down on the sink, angling it so Sigma could see his naked body. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide at the sight of Nikolai’s boner. He whimpered against the fingers in his mouth. 

“Good boy.” Nikolai wrapped a hand around his own dick and stroked in slowly. “Now, I think you know where those go.” 

Pulling the fingers out of his mouth, he lowered his hand between his legs. His eyelids got heavy as he penetrated himself with them. 

Nikolai let out a moan. “Good job.” He was stroking himself faster. “Now use your other hand to copy me.” 

As he fingered his ass, he used his free hand to stroke his dick, trying his best to keep up with Nikolai’s strokes. 

“There you go!” Nikolai grunted. “You’re so beautiful…” 

Sigma tossed his head back against the pillow and let out a moan. This was way better than rubbing one out alone. Hearing Nikolai’s voice. He closed his eyes. 

“Tell me, what are you picturing?” Nikolai asked him in a breathy voice. 

“Y-You inside me…” Sigma whimpered. “On top of me…” 

Nikolai’s face felt hot. 

“I miss you so much.” Sigma whimpered. He opened his eyes and titled his head to the left to watch Nikolai pleasure himself. 

“I miss you too, baby.” Nikolai replied. “Now focus on your stroking. I-I’m getting close.” 

Sigma withdrew his fingers and started to stroke his dick even faster. He moaned and watched Nikolai. 

“Are you getting there too?” The clown asked.

The slender man nodded, biting his lip. He was craving kisses…  

“Good!” Nikolai grunted. “Fuck…” He promptly came, spilling out into the sink basin. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide and then they rolled back. He tossed his head, and he came as well. Nikolai watched, absolutely delighted. 

Both took a few moments to catch their breath. Then, Sigma felt a little embarrassed. 

“Jeez… maybe that was too much, I’m sorry.” He sat up and grabbed the phone. 

Nikolai was still catching his breath. It felt really good to do that to Sigma’s voice. 

“Don’t apologize. That was a good substitute, since I can’t have you in my arms.” 

Flustered still, Sigma fiddled with his engagement ring. “I know we don’t get to talk that much… I was just… really…” 

“Sexually frustrated?” Nikolai purred. 

Sigma sighed. He nodded slightly. You could say that… he was definitely feeling some sort of way after kissing Fyodor again. He let out a yawn. Now he was exhausted…

“Well my love, I know it’s late there.” Nikolai told him, noting the yawn. 

“It is kind of late…” Sigma nodded. 

“Go to bed, ‘kay? We can talk tomorrow if you have time.” Nikolai said. “I love you, and wish I could be there holding you in my arms.” 

“I love you too, Kolya.” Sigma smiled. 

“Goodnight.” Nikolai said. 

“Good Afternoon.” Sigma replied. 

They hung up. 

Notes:

Happy Late Birthday to Fyodor!

-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 18

Two Weeks Later 

Sigma had settled in at work. He had spent the first two weeks shadowing Rocky, learning everything he does at the Casino. He would be doing this for another week, or so. 

Some of the changes he had suggested were already being applied. The security issue with the doors was fixed by his second day. At the end of the first week, Rocky put Sigma in charge of the redesign of the back of house area for employees. 

Not only would that give Sigma a chance to show off management skills, but it would ultimately win him some points with the employees. 

This was something Rocky noticed immediately would be necessary. 

A lot of the men were not too sure of the Assistant Manager being someone who looked so… fragile. They needed to learn to like Sigma, and then eventually… respect him. 

After spending the week with Sigma, he couldn’t help but like him. He had never had a crush on a guy before but… this slender feminine man, may be the first. Of course, he had no intention of acting on this crush. He understood that Dostoevsky would kill him. 

Also… hearing Sigma discuss his fiancé, made him pity him a bit. He hoped things would work out in the end for those two. Money was money… he would have to continue to bring up Dostoevsky like he was paid to do. However, he would not tell the Russian man anything Sigma said about this… “Koyla.” He hoped Sigma would remain opposed to Dostoevsky’s advances. 

The guy was dangerous. 

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Sigma was struggling as each day passed to ignore his attraction to Fyodor. 

He had half-honored Sigma’s request, and allowed him to go alone to work each day. Although, he still escorted him back to the hotel each evening. 

This annoyed Sigma at first, but as he adjusted to his new environment in Las Vegas… he became VERY aware of how many sketchy individuals were around him at all times. And sometimes the monorail would be delayed, especially on Friday and Saturday. So, they’d have to walk back at night. 

Traveling around outside at night was completely different than the safety of the indoor monorail stops. 

During the week, Sigma and Fyodor had dinner together every other night. Fyodor was completely respectful all of those nights, simply making small talk. He didn’t try anything as bold as he had before. Sigma found that he missed his company on the nights he didn’t eat with him. 

He called Nikolai each night before bed. 

Nikolai had begun to stalk his first hit target, and he would be carrying out the job next week if it all went well. 

This made Sigma nervous, of course. 

It seems anytime he worried about it though, Fyodor asked him about his day and poured another glass of wine. He listened to Sigma rant about designing the back of house, helping him choose design elements. He listened to his hopes about gaining the respect of the staff, and offered advice. He even listened to him talk about admiring Rocky as a manager. Fyodor didn’t comment on that much though. 

For obvious reasons. 

Sigma was telling Fyodor more about his days than Nikolai. Their calls were getting shorter, as they were both getting busier. And sometimes, they hardly talked, just choosing to have phone sex instead.

As he went into his second week of work, he began to order the furniture and decor items for the back of house area. The painting began on the walls by the end of the week, as well as the new floors that were being laid out. He would continue to shadow Rocky while managing the project, for another two weeks. 

Day two of this third week, Fyodor and Sigma had just arrived back to their hotel. As they boarded the elevator to go up, Sigma wondered if they would dine together in Fyodor’s room… he missed the lack of company the night before and he had a lot to talk about. 

“Darling?” Fyodor asked, the doors of the elevator closing.

“Yes?” Sigma asked, a little too eagerly. 

“Would you like to have dinner tonight?” Fyodor spoke the words he had wanted to hear. 

Trying to seem nonchalant to make up for the eagerness, Sigma said “We can.” 

Fyodor held back a smirk. “How about we go out then? Take in some of the night life?” 

Sigma eyed him suspiciously while they stepped off the elevator on the 50th floor. “That’s… fine but I’ll have to change.” 

He was dressed nice for work but for going out… the outfit was a little corporate-looking. 

“I need to as well.” Fyodor nodded. 

They walked down the hallway. 

Biting his lip, Sigma cleared his throat. “Give me thirty minutes.” 

“Take as long as you need, knock on my door when you’re ready.” Fyodor said, now outside his room. 

The two went into their separate rooms.

Sigma leaned against the closed door. 

His first night out in Las Vegas… and it would be spent with Fyodor. 

He gasped. 

Was this… a date? Shit. He had no idea what he just agreed to… 

Fyodor made it seem like it was casual, and he had really backed off with the flirting other than calling him “darling” still. Which at this point, Sigma was used to. 

Making haste, he went to his closet, which was completely full now. He had taken the time over the first week to fully unpack everything. 

Date or not, he wanted to look good. He had observed many people enjoying themselves in Las Vegas during his time at the casino, so he had a good idea of how to dress. 

First, he chose an expensive tank top that was completely covered in long silver sequins. The straps were very thin silk cords. The rear of the top exposed most of his back. He then chose a pair of tight-fitted black leather pants. Adding a black belt that had an white Art Deco style buckle and a pair of ankle high white heeled vinyl boots with a pointed toe. To further accessorize, he wore a three-tier pearl necklace, where the top tier was basically a choker. He put on his gold and silver watch. Then he made a point of wearing the antique diamond earrings that Nikolai had used to pierce his ears all that time ago. 

The same earrings Fyodor had kept locked in his safe until Nikolai took them. 

He brushed out his long split colored hair and used large silver rhinestone barrette clips to pin back some of the shorter side pieces of hair to expose his ears further.  Then he braided the long pieces and tied off the end with a clear rubber band. He pulled at the braid to puff it out. 

He sprayed himself with a sweet smelling floral cologne. Simple makeup was done and then he looked himself over in the mirror. 

Yeah, it looked like he was going on a date.

Before leaving, he texted Nikolai “I’m going out to dinner with Fyodor. I’ll call you later! <3” Placing his phone back in the safe, he shoved his room key into his front pants pocket and left. 

Gulping, he knocked on Fyodor’s door. The Russian man opened it moments later. 

He wore a black satin short sleeved button up. The top three gold buttons were unbuttoned, providing a little peek at his chest. Where a black gothic Crucifix sat, hanging from a matching chain around his neck. This was paired with maroon dress pants, ironed neatly and held up by a black leather belt. Polished black dress shoes were on his feet. His hair was in a little ponytail, with some layers down, framing his face. He smelled like he had put on a spiced vanilla scented cologne. 

The smell alone gave Sigma goosebumps. 

“You look wonderful darling.” Fyodor eyed him. His eyes honed in on the earrings. “Those earrings are my favorite out of your entire collection.” 

Sigma blushed at how fast he noticed.

Fyodor approached him, his nostrils filled with the smell of the floral cologne Sigma had chosen. He smirked. 

So, Sigma had tried hard to look nice for him… 

“May I?” He held out a hand. 

Sigma placed his hand on Fyodor’s. The dark haired man pressed his soft lips against the back of Sigma’s hand. 

The kiss caused the slender man to turn a dark shade of red. “Well, let’s go.” He said nervously, pulling his hand back. 

Fyodor grinned. 

Backing off had been the correct tactic. Especially with Rocky planting the seeds at work. 

They left the hotel by hopping on the monorail. This time, instead of only being on the high-speed train for a moment, they rode it to the beginning of the Vegas Strip. 

Sigma was able to see Paris, New York New York, and Excalibur hotels from the monorail windows. They got off the train at Luxor. The slender man marveled at the Pyramid shaped hotel. 

They walked through the Egyptian themed  lobby and made their way to a restaurant called TENDER, an extravagant steakhouse. With dark brown walls and beautiful dark wood trimming that created large square patterns on the ceiling. The squares were painted pink and appeared to be back lit by matching colored lights. This gave it a romantic ambience. The wooden floors were perfectly polished and shiny. 

Fyodor walked right up to the host stand, with confidence. “Dostoevsky , party of two. called a bit ago. I know we are early, but I wanted to allow my date as much time as needed to get ready, so I was not sure of an exact time.” He slid an arm around Sigma’s waist. “The results, as you can see, were worth it.” 

The hostess was a short young lady with mousy brown hair and light blue eyes hidden behind large frame glasses. She looked like the type to read a lot of romance novels. She was wearing a nice black blouse with a black pencil skirt. She also had on black stockings and flat shoes. She blushed. 

This guy had a sexy accent that she recalled from their phone call earlier. His date was stunning. She didn’t want to assume their gender, but they were clearly a model or an actress or maybe a musician of some sort. 

“Yes sir. You are an hour early…” She started while looking at a tablet that had the seating chart on the screen. “B-But, I think I have a spot I can put you in.” 

The empty table was supposed to go to someone else, but they were running late. She could easily make up a rule about not accepting lateness, if they showed up. That way the table could go to the hot Russian guy. 

“Wow, what exceptional service.” Fyodor winked at her. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his leather wallet. He took out a fifty dollar bill and gave it to the young lady, discreetly. 

“You don’t need to do that…” She was shocked by the generous tip. 

“I want to do it.” Fyodor said with a smirk.

The hostess practically melted at that. Stuttering “Thank you sir! R-Right t-this way”, she led them to their table. 

Fyodor pulled out Sigma’s chair for him and the two sat down. 

Picking up one of the two leather menu books from the table, Sigma said “So, I’m your date now? I thought we were just getting dinner.” 

Fyodor picked up a menu for himself too, opening to the wine list. “Tonight you can be whatever you want to be, darling.” 

Sigma gulped. He opened his menu and pretended to study it. 

His heart was racing. Fyodor was obviously trying to impress him, taking him to such a nice restaurant, knowing he enjoys delicious food and wine… It all reminded him of how they were before. Before… Everything got messy.

He pouted behind the menu, finally able to focus on what was on the page.

It all sounded so delicious based on the descriptions provided. 

The pair were greeted by a waiter; a young man dressed nicely in a black button up tucked into black pants with a light pink necktie. He had a classic black apron tied at his waist, and a glass plate of homemade bread with a metal cup full of whipped butter. He placed the bread down on the table.

“Good Evening. My name is Michael. Can I get you two started with a bottle of wine and some glasses of water?” 

“The Louis Roederer: Cristal will do just fine for us, as well as the waters.” Fyodor said. 

“Ah Champagne!” Michael said. “Are we celebrating an anniversary?” 

Fyodor eyed Sigma, who was looking to see what Fyodor was ordering. 

$300 Champagne!? There was no way he could say this was a “casual dinner” now…this waiter would think Fyodor was absolutely crazy. 

“Yes.” was all Sigma could muster. 

The waiter named Michael smiled. “I congratulate you both! How long have you been together?” 

“Half a lifetime , right darling?” Fyodor smirked.

Sigma shot him a look. 

Considering he was written into this world not too long ago… yes, it was about half of his lifetime, give or take, that he was involved with this man.

“Just about.” He smiled awkwardly at the waiter. 

“Aww! Childhood loves, how sweet! Well, I will get that champagne out right away for you love two and I will make my presence scarce so you have plenty of privacy.” Michael dismissed himself.

Sigma sighed quietly. “Jeez! Why do you do that?” 

Fyodor smiled. “It’s fun to play along sometimes, no?” 

Sigma rolled his eyes. Shaking his head, he looked at the menu again so that he could decide on what he wanted to eat.

“What are you trying to do buying such an expensive champagne?” He asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to wine and dine you.” The Russian man spoke in a very smooth sounding voice.

“Oh please. Do you think that will work on me so easily?” Sigma said, but he was blushing.

“Yes, actually I do.” Fyodor replied, confidently. "It worked before~"

Sigma was saying every single curse word in his head at that moment. 

The arrogance of this man…

After everything! 

" That was before you showed your true nature to me... before London." Sigma said. 

"I did not think you were one to run away when someone's true nature becomes apparent. Afterall, you witnessed Nikolai kill a man... you know he's violent and yet... you worship him but not me." Fyodor replied.

Sigma's face was red. "I-I do not worship him! I..."

Suddenly there was a loud uproar from the front of the restaurant that made both their heads. A large man was raising his voice at the shy hostess who had sat them. 

“What do ya mean I’m late? You can’t just give tables away!” He exclaimed, with a New York accent.

The man was double her size, tall and buff. Bald and red-in the face with anger. Dressed in a suit, he had a very thin blonde and honestly… frightened looking woman with him. 

Fyodor stood up from the table. “I’ll be right back, my love.” 

Sigma watched as Fyodor walked over to the host stand just as the young hostess looked like she was on the verge of tears. He couldn’t hear what was said, but whatever Fyodor did say, shut the intimidating man up straight away. To his surprise, he watched as Fyodor put a hand on the hostesses shoulder to comfort her and to stand his ground. Even though… he was significantly shorter than this guy. The woman who was with the big asshole, looked like she was relieved someone had intervened and apologized profusely for her boyfriend’s behavior. 

Then the two left. 

After a moment or two of Fyodor speaking to the hostess, he returned to the table. 

Sigma’s heart was beating fast in his chest. 

That was… oddly kind of him. 

Their waiter returned with their waters and champagne, removing all of the glassware from his tray first, then the glass water pitcher and the champagne bottle. He popped it open for them and poured them each a tall flute. 

“Thank you sir. For what you did for Amanda.” Michael said. “That is the nicest thing a customer has done for us in awhile.” 

“But of course.” Fyodor said. 

They both placed their dinner order and once he left the table, Fyodor held up a flute. 

“A toast: to the remaining half of our lives.” 

Sigma drank from his glass without toasting Fyodor back. He noted how absolutely perfectly crisp it tasted. 

The Russian man chuckled. “Feisty tonight, I see.” He sipped the champagne.

“Did you expect me not to be?” The pretty man replied.

“I am treating you to this dinner.” Fyodor said, teasing him.

“Yes, well… you chose to go somewhere this expensive.” Sigma shrugged.

Fyodor grinned. 

Sigma drank more of his champagne, finishing the glass before pouring more. He glared at Fyodor. 

“How amusing and adorable~” He purred, causing Sigma to blush again and sip more of his champagne.

The handsome dark haired man picked up a piece of bread and spread some of the butter on it, biting into it while staring at Sigma with a certain look on his face. 

“Are you going to hit on me the entire time? You’ve been more relaxed with that lately…I thought you were over it.” Sigma said.

Fyodor spoke after he finished the bread. “Ah. Perhaps I realized I was coming on a bit too strong.” 

Sigma was surprised by this. “And you don’t think you’re coming on too strong right now?” 

Fyodor chuckled. “I think it’s appropriate now, given that most would consider this to be a date.” 

Sigma picked up a piece of bread. He knew it. This WAS a date. “ We’ve been eating dinner every other night together in one of our rooms, where you could have easily made a move.” 

“Are you disappointed I didn’t?” The Russian man asked in reply, raising an eyebrow.

Sigma thought for a moment as he spread some butter on the bread. “Not necessarily.” 

Fyodor laughed out loud. It was a genuine laugh. “And are you opposed to me making a move right now?” 

Sigma thought again for a moment, taking a bite of the bread. “Not necessarily.” 

“Oh?” Fyodor grinned.

Sigma didn’t say a word until their food came out, when he politely thanked their waiter. 

He immediately got down to eating, and drinking more champagne. He had ordered a Filet topped with crab and smothered in butter. It came with creamy mashed potatoes and was absolutely delicious. 

Fyodor had ordered a ribeye served with scallops and garlic brussel sprouts. He also thought it was delicious, but unlike Sigma, he ate slowly. Much of the meal was spent with him watching Sigma eat. 

Once they had finished, Michael brought out a dessert menu. Sigma’s pink eyes lit up, which caused Fyodor to smile a warm smile.

That’s right, he loved sweets.

“The red velvet cheesecake sounds good! Ah! But so does the dark chocolate peanut butter mousse crumble.” He said excitedly. 

“We’ll have both, and share.” Fyodor told the waiter. 

“Excellent choice.” Michael nodded with approval before departing. “And dessert is on the house tonight sir.” 

“How kind.” Fyodor replied. 

Sigma almost forgot he was on a date with Fyodor. That… was something Nikolai would have suggested. He smiled happily. 

Fyodor actually felt his heart begin to beat unusually. What… was that? He grew quiet.

The slender man didn’t notice. He was too excited for dessert. 

It didn’t take long for the two cakes to come out. They shared them, although Sigma ate most of them.

Fyodor paid for the meal, and the two left the restaurant, saying goodbye to the hostess named Amanda on the way out. 

“Now what?” Sigma asked as they stood in the lobby. 

“We can go gambling, or dancing, or if you’d like something a little quieter… there are some excellent art exhibits in the hotels.” Fyodor suggested.

“I think I’ve had enough of gambling with you.” Sigma said. 

Fyodor grinned. “Hey now, I can’t collect any clothing from you while we are in public.” 

Sigma elbowed him, breaking the touch barrier between them. 

Fyodor merely continued to grin. 

“I think I’ll need a few more drinks if we are going to go dancing.” Sigma told him. Even though he had drank more half of the champagne bottle and was already a bit tipsy. “OH! I saw some guests at the casino with HUGE 5ft long Margarita cups. They got them at MGM!” 

“Darling, I hate to say this but… you’re a... how do I put this... you're a light weight. Those might not be a good idea.” Fyodor replied.

The slender man looked disappointed.

Fyodor sighed. “You want this… long margarita?” 

Sigma nodded. “I want strawberry.” 

Fyodor saw how excited he was again.  How cute. “Very well.” He caved. 

“We can share!” Sigma said. 

Fyodor didn’t mind the idea.

It wasn’t too far to walk to MGM from the Luxor, so they made their way down the strip. Sigma admired the Excalibur hotel, it was a giant castle. He stared up at the roof of New York New York when they reached it. 

“Is that the roller coaster?” He asked, amazed. He had heard about it from Rocky. 

“Yes. Although… I will have to pass on riding that thing .” Fyodor told him. 

Watching the way it zoomed above the street, made Sigma nod in agreement. 

“I don’t think I’d like roller coasters very much.” 

Fyodor reached for Sigma’s hand when they crossed the street to the MGM hotel, which had an old Hollywood vibe to it. To his surprise, Sigma allowed him to hold it. 

Standing up for that quiet girl at the restaurant appeared to be profitable in the end. 

They entered the hotel and made their way through the large complex to the food court area, where they secured a 5ft long strawberry margarita. It was served in a long plastic tube shaped cup with a colorful pink lid and bendy straw.

Fyodor took the liberty of carrying the frozen drink. Even though it was making his hand numb. This was so that every time Sigma wanted a sip, he had to lean into him to drink from the straw. He held the drink in his right hand, and very smoothly, used his left hand to hold Sigma’s waist. 

They ended up walking along the strip until they finished the drink. By then, Sigma was pretty drunk and Fyodor had to keep a close eye on him. He kept getting easily distracted by the lights and everything shiny. 

The two took the monorail to Caesars Palace so that they could go to OMNIA Nightclub. Sigma ended up getting in for free, as the bouncer thought he was a woman. Whereas, Fyodor had to pay the $100 cover charge.

Once they entered the club, their ears were filled with loud techno music. Somehow, Sigma had convinced Fyodor to buy him another drink at the club. So, they visited the bar where they each had a Moscow Mule, before hitting the dance floor. 

This music was definitely not Fyodor’s style. Alas, this was an opportunity to get close to Sigma, so he dealt with it.

This music was also not Sigma’s style and the nightclub was full of people, but he was too drunk to care. 

The pair hit the dance floor and Sigma jumped up and down excitedly. 

He could be embarrassed about this later, right now he had to DANCE. 

Fyodor watched with a grin on his face. He wasn’t going to dance like this, but he would gladly watch Sigma. 

His pastel braid bounced up and down and all of the sequins on his top shimmered under the neon lights. Reddish-purple eyes scanned his slender body as he moved.

Those pants hugged his thighs and hips in just the right way… 

Suddenly, he grabbed onto Fyodor’s shoulders. The dark haired man put his hands on Sigma’s exposed back and pulled him in close. 

“You’re just standing there!” Sigma yelled over the music. “Come on now! Nikolai would be dancing.” 

This comment made Fyodor spin Sigma around, which caused him to giggle and hiccup from the alcohol. 

He grabbed the small of his waist and pressed his body against the slender man’s from behind. He swayed his hips. His arms linked around his torso. 

“How’s this?” He said into his date’s ear.

Sigma was glad they were in a semi-dark room only being lit by flashing lights, because he was blushing. 

Their bodies were pressed together so tightly. He had never danced with someone this way. Not even Nikolai, who usually chose to be a bit silly while dancing. This dance was… sexual. He could feel Fyodor’s breath on his skin. 

His own breath hitched. 

Sigma had no idea how long they danced like that. Not only because the music all sounded the same, but because he was intoxicated . 

The more the two danced like this, the more Fyodor’s groin pressed against Sigma’s ass, grinding against it. And the more both of their hands wandered. 

Sigma’s hands went to Fyodor’s thighs. Meanwhile, Fyodor’s hands went under Sigma’s shirt to feel his soft skin and to his thighs to squeeze them in those tight pants. 

The pretty man eventually couldn’t take it anymore. All of the heavy petting, and the smell of Fyodor’s cologne was turning him on. 

Not only that, but the alcohol… the alcohol was only making him hornier.

Abruptly, he turned around. His pink eyes almost appeared to glow under the neon lights of the club. His long white eyelashes fluttered. 

Fyodor held his breath. He looked so stunning. 

The taller man cupped Fyodor’s face and kissed him. The Russian man smiled into the kiss. They kissed harder. 

The pair stood in the club making out and groping each other for a while. The lip kissing escalated to Fyodor kissing Sigma’s neck, causing him to gasp loudly. 

“Shall we go back to the hotel now?” Fyodor asked directly into his ear.  

Blushing like crazy, Sigma nodded. He giggled. 

Gripping his hand tightly, Fyodor led him out of the club. As they trucked through the lobby of Caesars Palace, Fyodor noted Sigma was struggling to walk in his heels. 

This was not something that was normal for him. 

They took the monorail back to the Vdara Hotel as soon as they were able to walk to the nearby stop. Riding in the last car of the train, Sigma sat down on Fyodor’s lap. The Russian man held Sigma tightly, ensuring he wouldn’t fall off. 

He was obsessed with this sequin top and the way it showed off most of his back. 

He would keep this in mind… when buying clothes for Sigma. 

Sigma kept leaning backwards against the dark haired man. He kissed his cheek and his neck several times, begging for Fyodor to kiss him. 

Yeah… this wasn’t looking good. 

Sigma was very, very drunk. More drunk than he had ever been before. 

Fyodor prepared himself, resisting the urges building inside him. 

He had wanted him badly… but not like this. 

When they got upstairs, they went to Fyodor’s room. 

Now safe and sound, the dark haired man got a good look at his date. His pale face was very flushed in the cheeks. His eyes glossed over. And he was smiling way more than he did normally. 

He tried to kiss Fyodor. The dark haired man accepted the kiss but kept it light. 

“Darling, let’s go into the bedroom.” He said.

Sigma nodded. 

In the bedroom, he helped the slender man undress, giving him his bathrobe to wear. He discovered Sigma’s room key in his pants pocket and put it side. He was going to have Sigma sleep in the room with him, as he was worried about him sleeping alone in his own room in this state.

He could accidentally leave the door unlocked. Or worse, think he was in the manor and wander out of his room in the middle of the night… getting locked out. 

He removed his jewelry and barrettes and unbraided his hair, brushed it out. 

Sigma had let this all happen. All of these actions reminded him of Nikolai. He felt like he was back at the manor, being taken care of by his fiancé. 

Once Sigma was tucked into bed, Fyodor changed into a dark blue pair of warm pajamas. He had brought his heated blanket with him. He turned that on, and crawled into bed beside the slender man.

Sigma blinked. Oh yes, he was in Fyodor’s room. He was in Vegas. Ah well… he was comfortable. He closed his eyes.

“Thank you for caring for me.” He said.

Fyodor’s heart did that strange thing it did earlier. He held his breath as he was instantly brought back to a moment that happened long ago… 

When Isabel had drank far too much wine while Alexi was traveling with the King and he ended up caring for her… just like this.

Fyodor actually felt himself shed a single tear. Although, his face remained stiff. 

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The next morning, Sigma awoke with a start. He immediately was greeted with a splitting headache. He winced. 

Thank goodness his room was dark. The curtains were drawn shut and he had somehow remembered to turn off the lights? 

Wait…

He glanced around. 

This was not his room. 

He looked down at himself. 

This was not his robe. Fuck.

The sliding doors to the bedroom opened softly, Fyodor entered the room holding a steaming cup of peppermint tea. 

“W-What…” Sigma’s brain immediately jumped to the worst conclusion- he had slept with Fyodor. He vaguely remembered them making out in the club, which he had… enjoyed.

“You got drunk last night, darling. How do you feel?” The dark haired man asked.

“I… did we…?” Sigma couldn’t find the words. His head really, really hurt. 

Fyodor hushed him. “Take this medicine and drink this tea.” He handed him two things: a Tylenol tablet and the white ceramic mug full of peppermint tea to help soothe his hangover. 

Sigma had been stirring for awhile, and he knew he’d wake up soon. He had gotten up to prepare some tea, predicting a wicked hangover. 

“First, I told Rocky you cannot make it in today.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma eyed the clock and noticed it was way past the time he needed to get up. 

“Now, to answer your question: you and I did not do anything more than kissing and touching last night. I only stripped you out of your clothes to make you more comfortable.” 

Sigma let out a sigh of relief at hearing that. “My head hurts…so bad…” 

“Yes darling, I believe this in your first hangover. Tequila has that effect on light weight drinkers...” Fyodor explained gently cupping his chin. “You’re going to feel sick. Drink the tea, it will help. Then lay back down. When you get up again, I’ll make you some lunch.” He withdrew his hand.

Sigma popped the Tylenol tablet and sipped the tea. He was beginning to feel nauseous.

Fyodor turned to leave the room.

“W-Wait.” Sigma said. 

Fyodor turned back to face him.

“Will you… lay with me?” The slender man asked.

He had never felt so sick… unless you count almost starving in the desert, but he was so out of it then, he didn’t have much memory of what it felt like. 

He was scared now, feeling sick.  

A small smirk appeared on Fyodor’s face. 

“Of course.” 

He returned to the bed, sliding beside Sigma. 

Sigma took another big sip of tea and then put the mug on the end table next to his side of the bed, feeling nauseous again. He laid down on his side, curled up, facing away from Fyodor. 

The Russian man moved closer, spooning him from behind. Sigma blushed. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t move. 

It felt kind of nice to be held like that… 

It was nice not sleeping alone. 

He ended up falling back asleep. 

Hours later, he woke up and realized he had rolled over in his sleep. Now, he was cuddling Fyodor’s chest.

Fyodor was awake, and had an arm around the sleeping man. Gently, he ran his fingers through the long strands of his pastel hair. 

“Well hello there. How are you feeling?” He purred. 

Sigma blinked a few times. “My head hurts a lot less… but I’m thirsty.” 

“Look beside you. “Fyodor patted his head lightly. 

Sigma rolled off him and looked at the night stand. There was a big glass of water. He slowly sat up and began to gulp down the water. 

“Would you like to eat something?” Fyodor asked him. “I got up while you were sleeping and made some sandwiches.” 

Sigma glanced at the clock. It was 2:00 pm!?

“Sure.” He said. 

Fyodor got out of bed. He picked up the empty glass to refill it, and left the room. 

Sigma rubbed his eyes and stretched his limbs. He glanced around the bedroom, and noticed while it was exactly like his.  However, Fyodor had a lot more items sprawled about the room. 

Some of his clothes were hanging in the closet. The safe in the closet seemed to be active, the door was shut and the buttons were glowing a light red color. On top of the safe there was a black plastic case with a handle… it was a gun case. His shoes were on the floor, lined up. On the dresser, was an unopened tube of warming lubricant and an unopened tube of regular lubricant. A box of tissues beside that. An unopened box containing a shiny purple vibrator inside was the last thing he noticed.  

Oh. So it seems Fyodor had high hopes for the night before. 

He bit his lip. He realized how stupid it was to get that intoxicated in front of Fyodor. 

That could have ended so badly… 

He let out a small sigh. 

It didn’t though. Instead, he was well cared for. 

Fyodor re-entered the room carrying a plate of neatly made sandwiches and the glass, refilled with water. He noticed Sigma’s stare. Smiling a bit, he walked over to his side of the bed. Placing the glass down on the table, he held out the plate to Sigma. 

“Thank you.” Sigma took the plate. 

Grazing his knuckles against Sigma’s cheek, he poked his nose. “Of course, darling.” Then he left the room. 

Sigma ate the sandwiches in peace. They were delicious. Gouda cheese, bacon, cucumber, tomato, and light mayonnaise served on seeded rye and cut into little squares. He was thankful for this light meal. He drank his water afterwards, and heard Fyodor cleaning up the dishes in the other room. 

When the sink turned off, the Russian man returned. Seeing that Sigma had finished the meal, he collected his plate. With his free hand he patted the slender man on the head. 

“Good job.” He purred. 

He collected the glass next, and left again, with Sigma blushing. 

Sigma laid back down, pulling the blankets up over his face. 

Jeez… He should probably go back to his own room soon. 

It would be good to tell Nikolai that he was alright… 

Sighing, he got out of the bed and adjusted Fyodor’s robe. He walked out into the main room, where Fyodor was washing up his plate. 

“I’m going to… go back to my room now.” He said awkwardly.

“Very well. Your clothes are folded on the couch. All of your jewelry, I have put into a plastic ziplock bag. You can return my robe tomorrow or whenever we dine together next.” Fyodor replied casually.

There was a pause. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Sigma said, his voice quiet and soft. “I’m sorry if it’s not… what you had planned.” 

Fyodor turned off the sink. He dried his hands with a towel and turned around to face him.

“I already told you…” He walked towards him. 

Sigma held his breath. 

Fyodor approached and lightly grabbed him by the chin.”I want you to want me, but need to be fully aware to want me honestly.” 

Sigma exhaled just for his breath to hitch while Fyodor ran a thumb against his lips.

“That time we spent together, before London… when you craved my every touch… I long for that again.” 

Sigma’s cheeks were turning bright red now, his face warm. 

“Those times were far more enjoyable than when you looked at me with uncertainty… or fear .” Fyodor pulled away. 

The slender man’s heart was beating so rapidly in his chest, it hurt. Shaking, he grabbed his clothes and shoes and headed for the door. 

“Ah. Wait a moment.” Fyodor said.

Sigma froze. 

Fyodor walked up behind him, pressing his body against Sigma’s. 

“W-What…” Sigma was immediately flustered.

“Your key.” Fyodor purred against his neck. He placed the keycard in the palm of Sigma’s hand and withdrew himself. 

Without looking back, Sigma left the room. 

Back in his own room, he tossed his clothes onto the couch carelessly.

He let out a frustrated sigh. This felt like torture. How long until he gave in? 

Walking into his bedroom, he opened the safe and took out his phone. The battery was almost dead, so he pulled out the charger. Plugging it in, he looked through his text messages. 

From Nikolai: “Hey, baby. How was dinner?” 

Followed by a second text later: “Are you alright? It’s pretty late there…” 

Afterwards, Nikolai called once and FaceTimed him several times. 

Sigma glanced at the clock. It was late in Japan. He removed Fyodor’s robe and switched into one of Nikolai’s tshirts. The tshirt was white and it had a brown circus bear wearing a colorful party hat and ruffled collar on it. 

Feeling a bit guilty for wearing Fyodor’s robe to bed last night, this was his way of making up for it… in his own mind. 

Then, taking a chance, he called. The phone rang for a few moments, and Nikolai answered. Dressed in a warm red bathrobe, his long white hair was brushed out. It looked like he was getting ready for bed.

“Baby~” Nikolai smiled. Then he studied Sigma. “Are you okay? You look so pale.” 

Sigma looked at his own reflection in the camera. He looked horrible. There were dark circles under his eyes, his skin was pale, and his hair slightly frizzy from sleeping so much. 

“I sort of… got really drunk last night.” Sigma admitted. 

“OHHH?” Nikolai smirked. 

“I’ve had a hangover all day. I’m just getting out of it.” Sigma added. 

“Did you get drunk by yourself?” Nikolai asked him. 

“I went out to dinner with Fyodor, like I said. He insisted on going to this super fancy restaurant and bought really expensive champagne. Afterwards we got this really big margarita, and ended up at a club.” Sigma sighed in recollection. 

“I see. So you got drunk with Dos-kun.” Nikolai said. 

Sigma nodded. 

“Did anything else happen?” Nikolai asked him.

“I ended up getting so drunk… Fyodor had to take care of me, but no nothing else happened. He promised.” Sigma told him. 

There was a pause. 

“You’re regaining some trust in him. Huh?” Nikolai observed. 

Sigma blushed. “I-I am not!” 

Nikolai gave him a knowing look. 

“S-Stop!!!” Sigma said. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Careful now, all that blushing is going to make me jealous of Dos-kun. Unless of course, you want to have another three way… I would never ever say no to that~” 

There was a pause. 

“Do I need to be jealous of Dos-kun?” Nikolai asked. There was an interesting glint in his dual colored eyes. 

Sigma rolled his eyes. “As if.” 

The clown laughed. “Oh my dear… you’re so adorable.” 

Sigma glared at him. 

“I need to see you.” Nikolai sighed. He dropped the topic, but didn’t forget the topic.

“You’re seeing me right now.” Sigma replied with a sassy tone.

“Maaaaaan… you really must be hungover. You’re so bratty~” 

Sigma puffed out his cheeks. “I’m hanging up.” 

“You always threaten that, but you never hang up~” Nikolai teased him. 

No response from the slender man. 

Nikolai tossed his head back dramatically.

“UGH! I wish I was there right now, I would loveeeee to tame the brat.” 

Sigma squinted. 

“Hehe! So cute~” Nikolai blew him a kiss. 

“Isn’t it time for you to go to bed?” Sigma asked in an annoyed voice. 

“Yeahhhhh…” Nikolai sighed. 

“I’ll let you sleep, I mainly just called to tell you I was alright. My head is starting to hurt again…” Sigma blinked a few times. “This fucking sucks.” 

“Oh baby… drink some water and go to bed too. ‘Kay?” Nikolai advised.

“Fine.” Sigma replied.

“I love you soooo much, and I WILL see you soon. I promise~” Nikolai smiled warmly. 

Sigma’s heartbeat picked up. 

“I hope so… I don’t know much longer I can take this distance… I miss you. And I… I hate sleeping alone.” 

“Me too.” Nikolai told him. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

They hung up.

Sigma let out a loud and frustrated sigh.

The room was spinning. Maybe he really should go to bed… 

Before calling it a night (even though it was still the afternoon), he took a shower and put Nikolai’s tee shirt back on, with a fresh pair of underwear.

He felt better again after the shower, but he realized he should still rest. He had work tomorrow. 

After he brushed out his wet hair, he got a tall glass of water. He drank it in the kitchen, and then refilled it. He brought the glass to his bedroom, and settled down in bed. 

He couldn’t help but recap last night in his mind. Or at least… the parts he remembered.

Starting with dinner: He remembered everything. Fyodor getting the expensive champagne. Him standing up for that shy host. The food was absolutely delicious. The dialogue between them… suggestive. 

Then getting the 5 ft long margarita: He remembered getting the drink and walking around with it…but then… it started to get fuzzy. 

Next the club: He had no idea how they got there. Or where “there” was. He did, however, remember bits and pieces of dancing with Fyodor. 

In flashes he recalled the way Fyodor was grinding against him… and touching him. And Sigma was… touching him too. 

Sigma felt secondhand embarrassment thinking about his drunk self. The thought made him kick his feet.

The way he touched him… was that… was that how he really wanted to touch Fyodor? Drunk actions are sober thoughts… right? 

Damn it. A part of him wished he remembered everything…. But another part was grateful he didn’t remember it all. 

Unable to take it anymore, he buried himself under his blankets and forced himself to go to sleep. 

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Sigma got a lot of sleep, only getting up to get more water. The next morning, he felt completely recovered. 

Thank goodness.

He got out of bed and got dressed. Putting on a sleeveless navy colored pantsuit that buttoned in the front. He slipped on a pair of white pointed 2 inch heel stilettos. To accessorize, he put on his watch and his diamond earrings. Not really feeling like going over the top. No makeup was put on, and his hair was styled lazily in a bun using a rectangle shaped white claw clip. 

He made himself coffee in his room, but skipped breakfast. 

Then he headed out for the day. Taking the monorail to work, and reporting to Rocky in the usual back room they met in each day. 

Rocky was seated on the leather couch smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a scarlet suit with a black stress shirt and tie. His hair looked soft and inviting. 

As soon as Sigma walked in the door, Rocky observed the state he was in. 

“So, your first hangover huh?” He put out his cigarette in a shiny silver ashtray. 

Sigma glared at his boss. “I’d rather not talk about it.” 

Rocky chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Unless that was just an excuse to spend the day with Dostoevsky.” 

Sigma’s face turned bright red. “No way in hell.” 

Rocky laughed loudly. 

“Can we please do…casino things now? Please?” Sigma crossed his arms. 

“Casino things?” Rocky was still laughed. “Pastels, you are really trying to forget something, huh?” 

“I really am.” Sigma replied. “So can we please just get to work?” 

Rocky didn’t press him further. 

Truthfully, he was a bit worried about him. Even though his reactions to the questions were super adorable… it was not good that Dostoevsky was getting to him. 

The guy was bad news. End of story. 

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Sigma tried his best to get through the day shadowing Rocky. He started to regret wearing the heels less than half way through the day. 

His mind kept wandering back to his night out with Fyodor at the worst times possible throughout the day. 

When it was finally over, Fyodor came to pick up Sigma at the casino. 

The Russian man was dressed in a very nice white suit with a lavender colored button up shirt and white silk necktie. 

He obviously had been somewhere important that day. 

In his hand, a bouquet of white roses in a clear glass vase.

Sigma instantly recalled when he had given him that rose before. It had seemed so long ago…

“Darling, these are for you.” He handed them to the slender man whose face was turning red. 

Rocky raised an eyebrow. Sigma shot him a death glare. 

“Thanks.” He said, handing the flowers back to Fyodor. “Let’s go now.” He grabbed the Russian man by the hand and dragged him out of the room. 

Rocky laughed a bit. The laughing ended with a slight cringe. Oh man… Dostoevsky was pulling all of the stops. 

Fuming, Sigma marched towards the vacant part of the lobby where the monorail station was. He only stopped once they reached the platform area, there he tapped his foot nervously and kept glancing at the flowers. 

“It was not my intention to embarrass you.” Fyodor said while they waited for the train. 

Sigma sighed. “I appreciate the flowers but…I wish you would be a little more discreet .” He stepped closer to the platform, listening for the train. He could hear it coming.

Fyodor let out a chuckle. “Ah, I see. So you prefer the privacy of our rooms. Well, I have some good news then. I ordered room service to be delivered to my room, and it will be there when we get back.” 

Sigma turned around to respond, when the slim heel of his right shoe felt into the grate on the floor beside the platform. 

He gasped loudly, falling backwards. He could hear the monorail whizzing towards him. 

CRASH! 

There was a loud crashing sound as glass shattered on the floor. 

Fyodor dropped the vase of flowers. He leapt forward and quickly grabbed Sigma. His arms wrapped around his torso, and he pulled him backwards away from the train with such force, they both collapsed on the hard floor. 

Sigma was shaking on top of Fyodor who was laying on the cool tiled floors. He processed what had just happened and tears streamed down his face. 

Fyodor’s heart was pounding in his chest. He held Sigma so tightly in his arms. 

The monorail train came to a screeching halt. 

That… was close.

A small crowd of people surrounded the two. 

“Are you two alright?” One man asked.

“I saw it! She almost fell on the tracks!” An older woman responded, in reference to Sigma. 

“It’s alright, Darling.” Fyodor gently patted Sigma on the head. “We are alright, thank you.” He said to the small crowd. 

He held Sigma for a moment while he cried, patting his back. The monorail left after a moment of boarding. So they’d have to wait for it to return. 

During the wait, Fyodor helped Sigma to his feet. His high heel was still stuck in the grate. Fyodor got it out for him and helped him put it on. Sigma wiped his face with the back of his hands. 

Fyodor had saved his life. 

Rocky appeared at the platform, followed by Jay from Security, and a maintenance employee. “Oh shit! Pastels, I was worried it was you who almost fell!” He approached them. “Are you okay?” Noticing the broken glass on the floor from the vase, he snapped his fingers at the maintenance worker. 

“I-I’m okay.” Sigma said, still a bit shaky. 

Fyodor linked his arm around Sigma’s. “Neither of us were hurt.” 

“Thank goodness.” Rocky said. Although, he really only emotionally cared about Sigma. “ Jay, go ahead and write up a quick report since it was an employee not a regular guest.” 

Jay nodded. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He said in a genuine voice to Sigma, before departing.

“One of my employees grabbed me immediately. Based on the description from a guest who saw what happened and reported it, I had a sinking feeling it was you.” Rocky ran a hand through his hair, trying to de-stress. 

The maintenance worker was sweeping up the mess on the floor. “Sorry about your flowers.” He apologized.

“I-It’s o-okay.” Sigma replied. 

“I’m going to get him home now.” Fyodor told Rocky. 

“Right.” Rocky nodded at Fyodor. Then he turned back to Sigma, touching him on the shoulder. “Look if… you’re too shaken tomorrow to come in, that’s okay. Alright? Don’t push yourself.” 

Fyodor observed this. So, he really did have a soft spot for Sigma… “I will let you know.” He told the casino manager.

“Thank you.” Sigma said to Rocky.

The monorail whizzed up and screeched to a halt again. The sound caused Sigma to jump. 

“It’s okay, come on Darling.” Fyodor led him towards the doors, which were opening automatically. 

Sigma gave a pathetic wave to Rocky before they boarded the train. 

Both Fyodor and Sigma were glad to get off the train, the ride back had been silent. 

“I’m sorry if the food is cold when we get upstairs.” Sigma apologized as they crossed the lobby area of their hotel. 

“Do not apologize for something like that.” Fyodor told him. 

They got up to the 50th floor and paused outside of Fyodor’s room. 

“Do you want to get changed first before dinner?” Fyodor asked him.

Sigma nodded. 

Fyodor, who had his arm linked around Sigma the whole time, removed it. “Very well. I will go check that the food was delivered and-“ 

He was cut off by Sigma grabbing and squeezing his hand. “Come with me?”

Fyodor smiled a bit. He gave a small nod.

“I’ll only be a minute.” The slender man added, unlocking his hotel room door. He pulled Fyodor into his room. 

Once inside, he dropped his hand. He slipped off his heels and let his hair down. 

Fyodor walked over to the love seat and sat down. 

Picking up his shoes, Sigma carried them to his bedroom, shaking at the sight of them. He slid the door closed and let out a sigh. He blinked a few times, thinking about what had happened. 

Fyodor had saved his life. If he were alone, and were to fall that close to the tracks, he would be dead. 

What really stood out to Sigma was the way that Fyodor hadn’t hesitated. He saved him. He protected him.

His pink eyes scanned the room, trying to decide what to put on that would be more comfortable. They locked on Fyodor’s bathrobe. 

Meanwhile, Fyodor waited patiently for Sigma to exit the bedroom. 

What happened at the train station… had made his heart race. It had been a while since something had made his cold heart beat in such a way. 

After a while, the doors to the bedroom slid open. 

Sigma stood there wearing Fyodor’s black robe, white fuzzy socks, and a pair of hotel slippers. 

Fyodor’s eyes scanned him. He stood up. “Is this your way of returning my robe?” 

“I’m hungry.” Sigma replied, ignoring the suggestive comment.

Fyodor chuckled. “Do you have your key?” 

Sigma pulled it out of the robe’s pocket. The two left the room and went into Fyodor’s. 

Set on his kitchen table were two metal trays with plates that had silver lids on top. 

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to change into something more comfortable as well.” Fyodor said. 

“I can work on heating up the food.” Sigma replied.

The dark haired man entered his bedroom and slid the doors closed. Sigma walked over to the table and lifted the lids. Pasta with delicious looking meatballs. 

He picked up the plates and walked over to the microwave. He heated up each one, and brought them back to the table. Sliding into a seat just as Fyodor walked out of the bedroom. 

He was wearing a hotel robe and slippers. Since Sigma was wearing his favorite one.

“Would you like wine with our meal?” He asked smoothly. 

After getting hungover the other day, Sigma had been determined not to drink for a while. However, now after nearly getting hit by a train… 

“Sure.” Sigma replied. 

Fyodor pulled out a pink colored strawberry wine. Not normally something he’d indulge in but… Sigma liked strawberries. So, he had picked up this bottle earlier in the day. 

He joined Sigma at the table, bringing two glasses of the wine. 

“Thanks.” The slender man accepted the glass. He drank from it and then made a point of staring down at his plate. 

The wine was good. He felt a blush appearing on his face. 

As they ate, Fyodor watched Sigma’s every move. 

“I have set up a bank account for you.” He broke the silence after a while. 

“Hm?” Sigma looked up at him finally. 

“Your paychecks from working at the casino will be added to it. Although, the account is in my name. You can use the funds for whatever you wish. I have the bank card and I will give it to you tonight.” 

Sigma blinked. He didn’t think he’d be getting paid to work under Rocky. If anything, he thought this was more of an internship than a job. 

“You seem surprised.” Fyodor said. 

“Yeah well… I thought you were kind of forcing me to learn this for whatever evil plans you have.” Sigma shrugged.

A small smile on his face, Fyodor spoke. 

“Ah,  that’s half right. I need you to learn these skills so that you can assist with my plans. However, I do think you deserve to get paid. You need to have some things that bring you joy, and create some sort of life for yourself.” 

Sigma nearly choked on his food. 

That response was… different. 

A life for himself…

Fyodor finished eating. He used a cloth napkin from the tray to pat his face.

Sigma found he couldn’t eat another bite, there was too much on his mind. He patted his face with a napkin as well. 

“Will you stay for another glass of wine?” Fyodor asked.

Sigma nodded slowly. 

They got up from the table. Fyodor grabbed the bottle of wine and Sigma grabbed their glasses. Then they relocated to the love seat.

Fyodor refilled each glass and they took some sips. 

“I…I want to thank you for saving me.” Sigma said after a moment of silence.

“I wasn’t going to let you fall.” Fyodor inched closer to him. “Afterall, you are my most important chess piece.” He purred.

Sigma’s face turned beet red. He put his wine glass down and also, inched closer. 

The dark haired man picked up on the hint and put his wine glass down too.

Shyly, Sigma rested his head on Fyododr’s shoulder.

“Feeling okay, darling?” Fyodor asked.

“I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.” Sigma replied. 

A chuckle from Fyodor. “I meant that in a more emotional sense.” 

“Oh.” Sigma said. He carefully put a hand on Fyodor’s leg. 

Fyodor’s reddish purple eyes shifted to glance at the slender hand.

“Darling?” 

“So, do I really have to beg?” Sigma asked quietly. 

There was a pause. 

A wide grin appeared on Fyodor’s face. He turned his torso to face Sigma. He made eye contact as he leaned in. 

Sigma’s heart was racing. He braced himself for a kiss, goosebumps already appearing on his skin. Fyodor’s lips met his and the slender man gasped. 

Fyodor brought hand up to Sigma’s cheek tenderly. They kissed for a moment and then the Russian man pulled away. 

Sigma whimpered from the loss and then blushed.

“You don’t need to beg.” Fyodor’s thumb went to Sigma’s lips. “Just… say you want me.” He growled. 

Sigma’s long eyelashes fluttered. His breath hitched. 

Fyodor’s eyes stared into his soul, waiting patiently for him to speak. 

“I…” Sigma paused. Was he really going to admit to wanting Fyodor? 

Fyodor continued to stare, his thumb  moving to his jaw. 

Sigma inhaled a breath. “I want you.” 

Fyodor smiled. “Very good.” He kissed him again, leaning him against the arm of the love seat. 

Sigma let out a soft moan from the impact. 

Fyodor wasn’t about to waste this chance.

His hands cupped Sigma’s cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues clashed and then melted together. He leaned his body against his slender lover.

“Darling…” He said in a breathy voice, moving down to Sigma’s neck. 

Sigma cried out as Fyodor’s teeth sunk into the soft skin. 

“I need you badly.” He added, licking the spot he had bitten. 

Sigma felt like he could melt into the couch. “Then take me.” 

Fyodor smiled. “Oh, I plan on it.” He rolled off the couch. 

Sigma gave him a quizzical look right before he lifted him up off the love seat. A squeal came out of the pastel man’s mouth.

Fyodor carried him to the bedroom, kissing along the way. He placed him down on the bed and immediately was on top of him, untying his robe while kissing him. 

When the knot was untied he moved his hands down and gasped. He pulled back from the kiss to confirm what he felt. 

Sigma had no underwear on under the robe.

Fyodor looked up at Sigma’s flushed face. His expression was begging the Russian man to keep quiet about his choice to go commando.

Instead of saying anything, Fyodor removed the robe completely and then Sigma’s socks. His eyes scanned his naked body. 

“So beautiful.” He said. “I have truly missed seeing you this way.” 

Sigma gulped. “I-I don’t w-want to be the only one naked.” 

Fyodor chuckled. He removed his robe and boxers he had on underneath. 

Sigma looked up at his body. His pink eyes scanning. His arm muscles and wide shoulders… his torso… his dick . 

He walked over to the dresser and grabbed the tube of warming lubricant. When he turned around, Sigma had gotten up off of the bed. He was standing in front of him. He pulled the Russian man in for a kiss. 

Fyodor was surprised, but smiled into the kiss, chucking the tube of lubricant onto the bed. 

Sigma backed him up against the nearby wall, kissing him harder. 

A moan slipped out of Fyodor’s lips. He wrapped Sigma by the waist and spun him around to pin him against the wall instead. He kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue. 

The slender man gasped loudly when Fyodor suddenly turned his body around, to face the wall. 

Letting out a low growl, Fyodor moved Sigma’s hair out of the way to get a good view of his ass.

Sigma was blushing, his body felt hot. He could feel Fyodor’s breath against his neck. 

“It is very difficult for me to be gentle with you…” The Russian man said into his ear in a raspy voice. “Normally I’m a very self-controlled man.” He kissed his neck. His boner pressed against Sigma’s ass. “But… I see you and I lose all my control.” He bit his earlobe. 

Sigma had goosebumps. He was uncomfortably erect. He needed release…

Fyodor got down on his knees and bit Sigma’s left ass cheek. His hand went around to the front of Sigma and wrapped around his hard shaft. The slender man gasped. He stroked it just a little, before Sigma grabbed his wrist. Then the Russian man withdrew and stood up. The pastel man turned around to face him, throwing his arms around his shoulders and kissing him hard. 

Tensing his muscles, Fyodor scooped Sigma up while they kissed.

He responded by wrapping his legs around the Russian man’s torso as he was carried over to the bed and dropped onto the mattress.

After getting plopped on the bed, Sigma laid back and spread his legs. 

“You are my masterpiece.” Fyodor crawled on top of his lover, bringing the lube with him. 

He kissed him, quickly pushing his tongue inside his mouth. Meanwhile, he lubed his fingers and then pushed two inside of his tight ass. Sigma moaned loudly against his lips. He kissed Fyodor harder. 

“How wonderful you feel.” Fyodor whispered in his ear when their lips parted. 

Sigma let out a loud sigh of pleasure as the handsome man fingered him. 

“Will you say it again please?” Fyodor purred. 

Sigma realized what he meant by it.  He blushed, looking up at his lover for the night. “I want you.” He said with a whimper.

Goosebumps appeared on Fyodor’s body. 

He removed his fingers and positioned himself, applying more lube. 

“And I need you.” He said.

Sigma gripped the blankets as Fyodor pushed his dick inside him. He moaned loudly and blushed from embarrassment at how loud he was being. 

“You sing beautifully.” Fyodor said, pulling out and pushing back in. 

Sigma’s eyelashes fluttered. Fuck. This felt way better than pleasuring himself…

With each thrust, Sigma couldn’t help but make sounds. His arms wrapped around Fyodor; his fingernails dug into the skin on his back. 

It felt good… it felt so good. 

Fyodor was enjoying every second, every reaction, every sound. 

It was so worth the wait. 

He kissed Sigma passionately. 

“Y-You can go harder.” The slender man panted after the kiss. He stared into his eyes.

Fyodor grinned. “I’ll need you to roll over for that.” He pulled out. 

Sigma nodded in agreement. He rolled over onto his stomach laying flat with his legs together. 

Fyodor looked down at him, scanning his body, he climbed and straddled his legs.

His hair looked like silk draped over his side. His skin, soft and smooth like porcelain. The curve near his hips was almost feminine. His ass, a perfect bubble. 

He reapplied lube, spreading his ass cheeks. Then, he re-entered with a grunt, leaning over top of his lover. 

Sigma bit his lip. He felt so big… 

And so, Fyodor fulfilled his request. He thrusted harder and faster. 

The sounds coming out of Sigma’s loud were endless. 

He hadn’t been so loud in awhile… this was all so intense. He was throbbing already. 

Fyodor kept kissing the top of Sigma’s head, his neck, and his shoulders. Then he pulled his hips up, putting him on all fours so he could go deeper.

“You’re taking it so well.” He cooed, which was enough to send Sigma’s head spinning. 

The slender man hugged the pillow, panting from all his moans. He could hear the sounds of Fyodor fucking him in the otherwise quiet room. It was putting him in overdrive. He was going deeper and harder, with meaning behind each thrust. 

“Had your fill?” Fyodor asked. “I want to hold you closely when you cum for me.” 

Sigma’s body was tingling. He nodded. “P-Please…” 

Fyodor rolled onto his side, rolling Sigma with him. He didn’t even need to pull out. 

Now spooning his lover from behind, he rocks his hips to start up thrusting again. 

“I can’t want to see that look on your face darling. I have missed it so.” He said in a deep voice as he kissed his neck and jawline tenderly. 

“F-Fyodor…” Sigma moaned. 

His body was shaking. He could barely see from his eyelashes fluttering. His dick was twitching, about to burst.

“That’s such a good girl .” Fyodor said. 

Sigma whimpered loudly. 

Oh fuck… why did hearing that make him almost cum? 

“Oh? You like that darling?” Fyodor grunted. “You can be my good girl if you want, I won’t tell.” He smirked. 

Sigma cried out.

He was cumming… 

Fyodor didn’t let up, he thrusted harder until he came as well. He of course did not pull out, wanting to relish in the feeling.

When he did pull out, he noticed the mess on his bed. 

Sigma had cum… a lot. It was all over bedding on the side of the bed he was laying on. 

“Sorry…” Sigma apologized quickly.

“Darling… don’t apologize. You were simply holding all of that in… for me.” Fyodor kissed his cheek and moved off of him to assess the damage. Wow this really was a lot… 

“We can… sleep in my room.” Sigma offered. He had remembered to put everything in the safe… so this would be fine… right? 

“Might be a good idea. Housekeeping will change the bedding tomorrow.” Fyodor got off the bed and looked for their bathrobes. 

He helped Sigma out of bed. They dressed and Fyodor grabbed his heated blanket to bring along. He also made a point of slipping the lube into his pocket, just in case. 

Sliding on their slippers, they made their way over to Sigma’s room. There, Fyodor entered his bedroom for the first time. 

Sigma tried to help him set up the heated blanket, but it hurt to bend over right that moment. Fyodor plugged it in and turned it on. Then they both crawled under the blankets. Sigma appreciated the heat on his lower back and was glad Fyodor brought the heated blanket. 

“Would you like me to hold you?” Fyodor asked him. 

Sigma responded by snuggling up to his chest. Fyodor smiled, holding him close while the blanket heated their bodies.

Exhausted after the wild day Sigma drifted off to sleep quickly. 

Fyodor, on the other hand, was wide awake. Perfect. That was absolutely delicious, and it only took sacrificing a few lines of the page. 

“Sigma’s right high heel shoe gets stuck in a grate next to the edge of the platform, at the Aria Monorail station after he is done with work for the day. This causes him to fall towards the oncoming train.” 

That was all he needed to write. 

Then he simply dressed the part of “the hero.” He wore a nice suit, got white roses, ordered dinner with a bottle of wine Sigma would enjoy. He showed up to walk Sigma back to the hotel per usual, only to save his life… seemingly in an accidental way. 

It took a small sacrifice to make Sigma just vulnerable enough… for Fyodor to seal the deal. For he had waited long enough. He would lose control completely if he waited any longer after almost having him the other night. And the sex was amazing, so in the end… this was very much worth it.

Laying next to him, he couldn't help but want to go again. His body craved Sigma. He was everything he desired, and everything he lusted after. 

Fyodor was certain, this was their new beginning.

He smiled wickedly. 

Notes:

MORE TO COME!

My Dear Readers,

This chapter is a bit longer than normal, for your enjoyment. :)
PSA: I will be updating old chapters. No plot points will change, just some wording choices because my writing has changed over time. If you want to re-read, I will have the updated chapters done hopefully early next year.

I have a lot more planned, and I am already working on Chapter 19!

As always, thank you for reading!

-prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 19

Summary:

I am back, I hope you all haven't given up on me :')

The Next Day, Sigma woke up before his alarm. Opening his eyes with a flutter, he felt the warmth of having someone beside him in bed. He smiled sleepily, laying on his side. Then he remembered he had a wonderful dream. 

Kolya. Another day at the manor. Maybe they could go on a picnic today. And then, after eating, they could kiss on the picnic blanket. Nikolai on top… pressing him until he could feel the soft grass through the blanket. Kissing until the clown ultimately stripped him naked, followed by loving making under the blue sky. 

His eyes adjusted.

Right… he wasn’t at the manor. 

Fyodor was beside him now.

Sigma stared at the sleeping dark haired man. He looked kind of cute in his sleep…

Looking down at himself he realized that he had a boner, probably due to his dream. 

Great.

He blushed, recalling what happened the night before.

Fyodor had called him a “good girl” and… he liked it. His orgasm was the best he’s had since he got to Vegas. It felt good to get that relief. Touching himself just wasn’t the same. 

He brought a hand up to his mouth in embarrassment.

Fyodor stirred. He slowly opened his eyes. “Mmm… good morning beautiful.” 

“G-Good Morning.” Sigma stuttered. 

Blinking a few times, Fyodor rolled over to completely face the slender man. 

“I um… should get up and get a shower for work.” Sigma said, hoping his blush wasn’t obvious. 

“Or…” Fyodor purred and kissed him. “You could stay in bed with me all day.” 

Sigma said, gasping at his touch. 

“I already missed one day. I’m going in.” 

“My goodness, what a dedicated employee.” Fyodor said, tucking a lavender hair behind his ear. “Well then… let’s spend the night together.” He went back to kissing his neck. 

“Buy me dinner and I may say yes.” Sigma replied, gasping louder. 

Fyodor moved down his body, sliding under the blankets. “That can be arranged.” 

A whimper came out of Sigma’s mouth. 

“Oh darling…” Fyodor was down at his crotch. “Were you planning on taking care of this in the shower?” 

“I-I…” Sigma stuttered. He whined when he felt Fyodor’s tongue on his tip. 

Fyodor sneered. He engulfed Sigma’s dick, sucking down hard, causing the slender man to gasp. 

Sigma rolled his eyes. His right hand went under the blanket to Fyodor’s thick black hair while his head bobbed. His slender fingers tangled themselves in the soft hair. 

He moaned, arching his back. 

Fyodor inched him close to a climax. Smirking, he withdrew his mouth and crawled back up Sigma’s body. His hand wrapped around Sigma’s shaft. When they were face to face again, he kissed the slender man’s soft lips. 

Stroking his dick, the Russian man listened to the whimpers that continued to push against his lips. 

How delightful. 

Sigma’s body trembled. His dick throbbed against Fyodor’s hand.

This was it… 

Moaning against Fyodor’s mouth, he came. His warm fluids were coating Fyodor’s hand and slipping onto his own torso. 

When he was completely finished, Fyodor withdrew and left Sigma panting. 

Fyodor licked his hand while staring at the pretty man. “So sweet… ” 

Sigma was blushing. 

Fyodor bit his lip and then chuckled.  “Any requests for dinner tonight?” 

Sigma thought for a moment. He was panting. “Waffles.” 

“Waffles?” Fyodor asked. “You want breakfast for dinner?” 

“With whip cream and raspberries on top.”  Sigma added.

“I’m not opposed to breakfast in bed.” Fyodor replied, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Fine… then I guess it’s a date.” Sigma said.

Fyodor blinked. 

Blushing again, Sigma quickly rolled over and got up off the bed. “It’s time for me to get ready…” 

“I better get up too. I’m more than happy to escort you to work, I wouldn’t want you to go alone after what happened.” Fyodor said.

“Y-Yeah… I… want you to come with me.” Sigma admitted shyly as left to go into the bathroom. 

Fyodor chuckled softly to himself. 

How adorable…

Now alone, he started to look around Sigma’s bedroom. Everything appeared to be pretty organized. He took good care of his clothes and shoes. Then he noticed the green light safe, which indicated it was activated. 

Hm? How odd…

Perhaps it was for his jewelry? 

He then noticed a velvet makeup bag that had jewelry inside sitting  out on his dresser. 

The sound of the shower running echoed from the bathroom. 

Fyodor quietly got out of bed and tip-toed to the safe. First, he tried the most obvious password: 1234. No luck.

Thank goodness, he would have been disappointed in Sigma. 

He paused for a moment and tried again… 4321. Fail. 0000? Fail. 

It would have to be something Sigma could easily remember. He didn’t have any important dates, not a birthday or anything else he could use. So…

Fyodor punched 5005, Sigma’s room number, on the dial pad.

CLICK! 

The safe opened. He stared at what was inside. 

A bank card, a small wooden box, and a cell phone and cell phone charger. 

He examined the box first. Opening it, he saw the ring inside. A beautiful and dainty silver ring with a pink tinted pearl surrounded by tiny diamonds.

An engagement ring. 

He closed the box and put it back in the safe, picking up the lavender iphone next.

He wondered where and when Sigma purchased this phone. Tapping the screen, he saw the lock screen background. 

It was a photo of Nikolai and Sigma wearing matching Christmas pajamas. The same pajamas Sigma had been wearing frequently here, at the hotel. In the photo, Sigma was looking at Nikolai. The gleam in his pink eyes, and his warm smile… the thought behind his expression was as clear as day. 

Love. In a pure and true way. 

His jaw clenched. He observed the photo for a long time and it appeared to be from an unknown location. 

He unlocked the phone and was met with another photo of Nikolai and Sigma. A selfie, clearly taken by Nikolai, of the two cuddling under the sheets of their room at the manor. Nikolai was kissing the top of Sigma’s head. 

Fyodor quickly clicked into the contacts tab. There was only one contact. “Kolya.” The number attached was unknown to the Russian man. 

He peered at their text messages next, held back an annoyed sigh. 

They were all so lovey dovey. 

It took him a second, but he noticed how Nikolai had sent many texts referring to “practicing” his ability and “coming to see” Sigma. 

Practicing, hm? So, he was attempting to strengthen his ability with the intention of traveling across the world. 

We’ll see about that. 

Angry, Fyodor returned the phone to the safe, for now.

Quickly, he looked at the bank and noted it was a United Kingdom card. This was strange, because until this internship at the casino, Sigma did not have any funds. He must have gotten the money from Nikolai in some way. 

So, the clown was providing for his assumed fiancé. As Sigma didn’t have any previous funds he was aware of. 

Fyodor returned the card, and closed the save, reactivating the lock. 

He let out a disgusted sigh and held back a laugh. He dressed himself, putting on his bathrobe. He left Sigma’s room. 

Upon entering his own hotel room, he immediately went into his bedroom and located one of his cellphones. He then  made a call to Rocky. 

“Hello?” Rocky’s voice came through after only a moment of ringing. 

“Good Morning. Sigma will not be coming in today.” Fyodor said.

“Aw jeez. He must be shaken from yesterday.” Rocky replied. “That’s fine.” 

“No. He is not coming in, because you do not need him today.” Fyodor told him, in a cold and firm voice. 

There was a pause.

“I…see.” Rocky replied. 

“Thank you for your prompt understanding.” Fyodor ended the call. 

He walked into his bedroom, fists clenched. Opening his safe, he pulled out what he had stashed in there. There were a few men’s watches in nice leather boxes, and a delicate silk drawstring bag. He was very careful to remove that bag. Beside those items, was a metal ink pen in a clear case. He put this pen to the side, for now . 

Running his hand along the back of the safe, he removed the fake wall he had crafted. Behind that panel was a piece of paper. 

Not just any paper. The Page. 

He stared at it, his jaw locked, debating what he would do. 

He couldn’t be rash or do anything dramatic. There would be a time soon that he would need The Page. Lashing out made Sigma back off last time. And lashing out with Isabel…

It would be more profitable to play with Sigma’s emotions over time, rewarding him often to help cover up the manipulation. Then he would get what he wanted. 

The Russian reached back into the safe with the intention of putting the paper back to rest. He paused. 

Grabbing the indigo pen, he wrote one long sentence on The Page in very small cursive. He stared at the sentence for a moment and then added a second long sentence. Then he put The Page away and placed the false panel back into place. He put the watch boxes and the silk bag back inside with the pen beside it. 

He grabbed his cellphone again to make a call. The call was to a number saved to his phone with no contact name, nothing attached other than the number. 

The phone rang for a while, until a man’s voice answered. 

“Hello?” A nerdy sounding voice spoke in Japanese. 

“A hit will be taking place sometime in the next day or so, in Yamashita park. I thought you may be interested in knowing that information.” Fyodor spoke in flawless Japanese. “If you do not believe me, watch.” 

“Who is this?” The other voice asked. 

Fyodor hung up. A smirk slowly formed on his face. 

After, he went to clean himself up a bit by taking a very fast shower and then returned to Sigma’s room. 

Sigma had just gotten out of the shower. He had one towel wrapped around his body, and the other wrapped around his hair. 

“You aren’t dressed.” He said, observing Fyodor’s bathrobe and wet hair. 

“Ah well  I looked at my phone when I returned to my room to dress. It seems that Rocky does not need you today.” Fyodor said. 

“Oh?” Sigma looked surprised and a little hurt. 

“Do not worry darling, I am sure he is just being considerate. He knows how dedicated you are as an employee.” Fyodor approached him suavely. “However, he also saw how shaken up you were yesterday after your fall.” He gently touched Sigma’s cheek. 

Sigma let out a small sigh of relief. 

That seemed like something Rocky would do. He was a nice guy at heart.

“Ah well…I guess… you win.” Sigma unwrapped his hair and attempted to dry it with the towel.

“Darling, allow me to dry it…” Fyodor purred. “You have time now to use the dryer.” Approaching him, he gently grabbed his chin, causing the slender man to pause. 

Sigma blushed as he paused. “Y-Yeah, okay.” He nodded and averted his gaze. 

The two went into the bathroom, where Fyodor used the blow dryer and a soft brush to dry and fluff out Sigma’s signature pastel waves.

The warmth of the dryer, and the soft touches from Fyodor, were enough to practically put Sigma to sleep. 

So, it was no surprise that the two ended up cuddling in bed after, without any clothes. The cuddles were supposed to lead to a nap, instead led to kisses. So many kisses. 

Sigma was surprised by himself. The way his body was melting like butter against Fyodor’s… 

The Russian man kissed his delicate neck, and Sigma couldn’t help but moan. 

“You are so soft…” Fyodor growled against his skin. 

Sigma bit his lip. 

“I have been reminiscing lately… thinking about how we used to spend hours in bed together…” Fyodor kissed his way down his chest. “Those days were my favorite… before London.” 

Sigma gulped. “I…I…” He stuttered. 

Fyodor grinned and returned to his neck. “Now I have you here, in bed again, I don’t think I’ll be letting you go so easily…”  

Sigma gasped. Fyodor’s teeth sunk into his soft skin. He sucked it in, wanting to mark up his neck. 

“Mmm…” Fyodor smirked against his neck after. He cuddled him. Blushing, Sigma rolled over and let Fyodor spoon him from behind. “Let that sit on your mind for a bit, darling. We can finish later.” 

They ended up taking a short nap. 

……………………………

During the nap, Sigma had a strange dream… actually… more of a nightmare . 

The slender man was back at the grand party in London, dressed in that beautiful gown, standing in the art gallery. Instead of looking at the art, everyone in attendance was staring at him… pointing. 

The sounds of laughter roared after an eerie delay. Familiar faces Agatha and Ivan were in the center of the crowd, which was seeming to grow in size. Their faces began contorting.

Sigma felt ill, like was experiencing vertigo. He fell to his knees. 

A sinister distorted version of Agatha’s English accent echoed as Sigma was engulfed by the crowd. 

“You will never be as beautiful as a real woman.”  

……………………………

Sigma woke up gasping. 

What the hell was that?

Feeling uneasy, he rolled over and noticed a note on the bed written on a piece of paper from a hotel issued notepad. He reached for it, and sat up to read it. 

“Darling, 

I am setting up a lovely private date for us in my room. Please stop by no earlier than 7:00 pm. I’ve taken the liberty in choosing an outfit for you. It’s hanging up in the bathroom. I know you will look absolutely beautiful. Sincerely, Fyodor” 

Sigma got out of bed and saw the time. 

2:00 pm!? Damn he had slept for a while. 

He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. 

It was so odd… he could almost pretend like all that bad stuff didn’t happen… when he was alone with Fyodor, he had fallen asleep easily.

Still, he was trying to remain cautious. They had obviously been down this route before and Sigma had seen up close what it did to Fyodor. He became possessive…but that nightmare he had was making him very uncomfortable... A cuddle would definitely help. 

Yawning again, it dawned on him: Nikolai! He had some time now to call him. 

It would be about 7:00 am where his fiancé was. He scurried over to the safe and unlocked it hastily. Picking up his phone, he FaceTimed his love.

After a short amount of ringing, the handsome white haired man answered. “Baby!” He said cheerfully. 

Nikolai looked as if he was just walking into his apartment. He was wearing a slick looking black suit, white button down, and red tie. His hair was in a very neat ponytail. 

Sigma’s heart leapt in his chest. “H-Hi. You look really good. I…ummm… I miss you.” 

Nikolai smiled. He locked up his front door, then turned his attention to his phone. “Oh wow! You look reallyyyyy good.” His dual colored eyes scanned the screen noticing his messy hair and exposed skin. “Are you just getting out of bed?” 

Sigma blushed. Right… he was naked. 

“Y-Yeah.” 

“It’s late for you to be just rising. Everything alright?” Nikolai asked. He squinted. “Is that a hickey?” 

Sigma examined his reflection on the camera. There was a pretty dark bruise on his neck where Fyodor had sucked the skin earlier. 

“Well… I may have had a bit of an accident.” Sigma admitted. “Then some other things happened…” 

Nikolai’s smile faded as Sigma explained about almost falling onto the train tracks. 

“I see. Dos-kun saved you.” He said after a long pause when the retelling ended. “I am so glad you are alright.” He swallowed hard.

Sigma nodded. “After…” He paused. 

“Is this about the hickey?” The white haired man cocked his head on camera.

“We um…I mean…” Sigma’s voice became quiet and shy. “We slept together after.” 

Nikolai sat down on his sofa in his apartment. “And you liked it?” The clown slowly smiled once more.  

Sigma nodded. 

“Well now, that’s absolutely no fair!” His smile turned into a joking pout. “You two are having fun, and I’m left here with Bram.” 

“I heard that.” A muffled voice called out from the coat closet. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide. “Has Bram been able to hear everything during all of our calls?” 

Nikolai chuckled nervously. “Well…” 

“Yes.” An annoyed muffled voice answered the question.

Sigma sighed. So embarrassing…

Nikolai stood up. “I shall be heading to the bedroom now, where I will absolutely close the door.” 

“Thank you. Damn jester…” Bram’s voice was heard again, even more muffled than before. 

The slender man rolled his eyes. “Jeez. What are you so dressed up for anyway?” He changed the subject, grateful Nikolai hadn’t been angry at all about him sleeping with Fyodor.

“You like the suit?” He smirked. “I’ve been up for about 24 hours straight but… I know now that tonight will be the night.” He told him. His voice became serious for that moment. 

“Tonight… as in your first hit will be tonight?” Sigma asked. 

“Yes.” Nikolai nodded. 

Sigma’s throat suddenly felt dry. “Please… be careful… I love you and I need you to be safe.” 

“I will baby! You know me, I’m super careful!” The clown teased, sticking out his tongue.

With a sigh, Sigma replied. “You know what… that doesn't make me feel better.” 

Nikolai laughed. 

“Koyla! I’m serious!” It was Sigma pouted.

“Alright, alright… I will be careful. Don’t worry, ‘Kay?” Nikolai told him after his laughter died down.

“Asshole.” Sigma said under his breath. 

“You love me.” Nikolai teased with a grin. 

“I do. I love you.” Sigma told him. “So be careful. Like I said… I need you.” 

“I love you too. So I will be careful.” Nikolai reassured him. “But… you don’t need me. You are strong. Remember that.” 

“Kolya…” 

There was a pause.

“Soooo~ Tell me about all about your spicy resurgence sex with Dos-kun!!” Nikolai said in a playful tone. “I want all of the details.” He began to loosen his belt buckle. 

“You are going to get off to this, huh?” Sigma asked, an annoyed expression on his face.

“I am totally going to get off to this.” Nikolai nodded. “So be graphic with the descriptions!” 

At least he was honest.

Taking a deep breath, Sigma sat down on the bed and started from the beginning. Nikolai seemed to cling to each word with a sense of longing. Eventually, the white haired man (having stripped naked too) orgasmed. 

Sigma watched on, with a red face. 

“F-Fuck.” Nikolai panted. “I really can’t take it anymore, I need to touch you.” 

Whimpering a bit, Sigma replied. “I need to touch you too.” 

“After this hit, I’m going to try to make it to you.” Nikolai told him. 

Sigma nodded slowly. “Just don’t overdo it… okay?” 

Nikolai smiled. “I won’t. I might get stuck there for a bit though… think you can hide me?” 

Sigma bit his lip. Trying to hide Nikolai in his room would be a challenge.

“I’ll behave.” The white haired man seemed to read his fiancé’s mind. 

“You better if it comes to that.” Sigma said. “Now get some rest, you need it.”

Nikolai nodded. “Oh, yes sir~!” He chuckled. 

“I love you.” Sigma told him. 

“I love you Sigma, and I’ll see you soon.” The clown replied. 

“I’ll…see you soon.” Sigma nodded. 

They both ended the FaceTime call.

……………………………

In Yokohama, Nikolai lay on his futon mattress. He looked down at himself and the mess he had made while on the phone with Sigma. Hearing the city sounds around him in the otherwise quiet apartment. 

He was lonely. 

Sighing, he stood up with the intention of cleaning himself up.

He wanted attention. He wanted cuddles…

A playful tune blared suddenly, breaking the silence in the apartment. 

Nikolai didn’t even flinch. That tune. It was his other cell phone. The one Fyodor gave him. 

He walked out of his bedroom, butt-ass naked, to the kitchen. Pulling the hair tie out of his now messy ponytail, he shook his head a few times. His long white hair fluffed up. 

This phone, a silver and white iPhone, was the phone Fyodor knew about. It was one of his many, he had lent it to Nikolai to be able to reach him for any sort of work he needed done. And of course, Fyodor was monitoring it. Exactly why Nikolai had a second phone, his own, to talk to Sigma. 

He unplugged it from where it was charging and answered. 

“If you’re going to call, you could at least FaceTime me.” Nikolai said in a teasing tone. He held the phone up to his ear.

“Oh? You wish to see me?” Fyodor’s voice came from the other line. 

Nikolai bit his lip. “Dos-kun is so cruel.” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Well now, I think you already knew that… Kolya . You love when I’m cruel .” 

The way he said his nickname sent a chill down Nikolai’s spine. He was already getting hard again. 

“You’re awfully quiet now.” Fyodor said, grinning. “Are you perhaps having a hard time ?” 

Nikolai hooted. “You rarely call me… what can I say? You know I think your voice is sexy…” 

“Just my voice?” Fyodor replied cheekily. 

“N-No…” Nikolai stuttered. Then he whined. “Can we switch to FaceTime?” 

“Hmmm… I don’t know about that. Have you done your hit yet?” Fyodor asked.

A pause. 

“No… but I am going tonight!” Nikolai replied. 

“Oh Kolya… you watched this one for a while. Longer than usual. Are you perhaps… nervous?” Fyodor asked. 

Nikolai chuckled. “Maybe I don’t want to die alone.” His laugh faded out. “I’m so far away from you… and Sigma…” 

His phone rang again. Fyodor was requesting the call to be switched to a FaceTime call. He answered eagerly. 

Fyodor was on the other end and from what Nikolai could see, he was shirtless. The clown bit his lip again. 

“You’ve never been afraid to die before.” Fyodor said, licking his lips. 

Nikolai bit down on his lip so hard, he tasted blood. “Dos-Kun…” 

“Are you naked?” Fyodor observed. “Let me see you.” 

Nikolai slowly smiled. He panned the camera down his body.

Fyodor immediately noticed the mess . “Seems like you really are lonely . Tell me something…” 

The white haired man held his breath. 

“Were you thinking of me… or Sigma ?” Fyodor lowered his voice, a grin on his face.

“What if… I was thinking about you both at the same time?” Nikolai asked to test the water. 

Technically… he had been thinking about Fyodor and Sigma while he listened to Sigma recount his tale of sleeping with Fyodor. 

Fyodor chuckled. “Longing to be between Sigma and I?” 

“More like… longing to put Sigma in between you and myself.” Nikolai replied, admitting to his desire.

“If you are a good boy, and do your hit tonight, maybe then… I will allow that to happen again.” Fyodor prompted. 

This motivated Nikolai to the max. 

“Well then! I better get some rest~!” He said with a goofy smile on his face. 

“Going so soon? I thought you wanted to play a bit. That’s why I turned my camera on.” Fyodor said. 

Nikolai’s eyes got wide and his heart started racing. A reward. 

“What a cute face that was.” Fyodor said. “Now go be my good boy and sit down. I want a good good view.” 

A loan groan of displeasure and annoyance erupted from the closet.

Fyodor raised an eyebrow.

“AH! Sorry Bram~ I am just sooooo enthused to hear from Dos-kun~!” Nikolai called out, carefully indicating this was Fyodor and not Sigma on the phone.

After a pause, Bram responded. 

“Tell your Dos-person he fucking owes me for living in your closet!” 

What an OG. 

Nikolai definitely owed Bram. He refrained from ratting him out for calling Sigma previously. 

(Note for Reader: Even Bram is secretly happy for Nikolai & Sigma, he ships it.) 

Fyodor laughed as Nikolai sprinted to his bedroom, and closed the door dramatically.

“Sooo~ where were we?” 

“You were laying down and showing me your cock, like a good boy.” Fyodor instructed. 

Nikolai had a HUGE smile on his face. 

……………………………..

Meanwhile, Sigma tossed his phone to the side, he got out of bed again and walked into the bathroom. It was now 3:00. His eyes locked on the outfit Fyodor had purchased for him. 

It was a white satin and lace babydoll. With a heart shaped neckline and lacy straps, there was also a slit up one side. This was paired with a matching satin robe.  

Next to the lingerie were accessories: white heels with a matching satin finish, a pair of white floral lace thigh high stockings, and a shoulder length veil attached to a pearl covered clip. 

Some sort of bridal roleplay? Interesting timing.

He sighed. Blushing, he walked over to the sink. 

That’s when he noticed the jewelry. A triple tier purple tinted pearl necklace and teardrop shaped amethyst earrings. 

Beautiful. Just what did Fyodor have planned? 

Fiddling with his long hair nervously, he stared at the lingerie and jewelry for a few extra moments until he let out a small sigh and got to work. 

With his nightmare in the back of his mind, he felt the need to look beautiful. 

He began by washing his face. Then he applied a gold leaf flake gel to hydrate his skin and make it practically glow. Picking up a pair of pin-point tweezers, he plucked his eyebrows to shape them evenly. He brushed his teeth. Next, he applied lotion to essentially every inch of his skin. After, he started his makeup. 

Mascara to his lashes, a bit of liner to his eyebrows, and a soft pink lipstick. He didn’t need foundation usually, he had very nice skin. Natural looking makeup is what he did on a daily basis. This time he added a bit more than usual, with the addition of a white glitter shadow. He didn’t apply too much, just enough to make his lids shine. 

He stared at himself in the mirror. 

Pretty. 

He smiled awkwardly.

Too bad he was a man… he’d never truly be able to think of himself as pretty… even if Nikolai and Fyodor did. Afterall, he couldn’t pass- Agatha was able to see right through him. 

He swallowed hard. 

Sometimes he wished… he didn’t have the desire to be feminine… but women’s clothes had always been what he was drawn to.

Normally this didn’t bother him. Nikolai made him feel accepted. Nikolai wasn’t here…

Looking away quickly, he glanced around the room for his brush. He located it next to the hair dryer from earlier. 

He turned back to the mirror and attempted to brush and style his hair. Ultimately, he decided to wear it half up and half down. He clipped the veil to the top of the ponytail to try it on.His pink orbs expanded at the sight and his heart immediately ached. 

A wedding… 

He found himself longing for his fiancé more than ever before. His lip quivered and he felt tears threatening to fall out the corners of his eyes, which would definitely mess up his makeup. His tearful eyes lowered to his naked body. 

Ugh… such a pretty face but… his body was jarring. 

He couldn’t hold it back anymore, the tears began to flow. His makeup flowed with them. Gripping the edge of the sink, he sobbed. Practically ripping the veil off his head, he tossed it aside. 

This emotion. Where was it coming from? 

Sigma felt ill, nauseated… like he was experiencing vertigo . He walked over to the toilet just in time. Lifting the lid he proceeded to vomit. He fell to his knees, retching for about twenty minutes. This left him feeling weak. 

Sitting down on the closed toilet lid after he had finished getting sick, he cried for a bit with his head in his hands. 

Why couldn’t he just be a normal person in a normal situation? Sigma wasn’t human. He had no father, no mother, no home, and hell…no gender. 

This was a complete break-down unlike anything he had experienced before. Usually Nikolai was there to comfort him, to stop the tears when he was upset.

On shaky legs, he rose from the floor and slowly walked to his bedroom. He glanced at his alarm clock and noted it was now 4:30. 

He flopped onto the bed, still experiencing the sensation of vertigo. The flopping launched his cell phone onto the floor, but the slender man didn’t notice. He buried himself in the blankets, and cried for a bit before passing out.

Notes:

Hello my Dear Readers,

It has been a long time and I apologize. My intention was for this to be one long chapter, then another. There would be two long chapters completing this arc, instead of a bunch of short ones, but after working on it on and off between the holidays, I realized it would take too long. I am finally posting what I have so far! Enjoy!

<3, Prettyprincess_Sigma

Chapter 20

Once passed out… Sigma had a wonderful dream this time. Instead of a nightmare, it was a vision of how his life could have been, if he was really a normal person. 

The smell of homemade bread wafted about in the air. 

Standing up carefully, Sigma pulled a hot pan with a delicious loaf of rosemary bread out of an adorable mint green vintage oven. 

Sigma was wearing nothing but a short pink frilly apron exposing most of an absolutely flawless female body. Modest but perky breasts, a slender waist with curved hips and an adorable bubble butt. Her hair was in a long braid down her back.

“I don’t know what I want to bite first… the bread or…” 

SLAP! 

Sigma felt a playful slap. She gasped. 

“Koyla!” Turning around, her long braided hair whipped around. 

Nikolai stood there behind her, completely naked and with a hard-on. He had been watching for a moment, a grin on his face.

Sigma blushed and put down the hot pan, slipping off the pink oven mitts that matched the apron. 

“You are a creep.” She huffed, her long white eyelashes batting. 

The pair’s hands grazed each other, matching rings on their fingers clacking. 

“I’m a creep…. I’m a weirdoooooo” Nikolai started to sing a ridiculous voice. 

Sigma rolled her eyes, but laughed. Her laughter was so joyous, Nikolai stopped singing and crashed his lips against hers. 

The two kissed passionately. Kissing led to Nikolai backing Sigma up against a counter. Then, lifting her on the counter, then yanking her apron off. 

“Now, Now…” A familiar voice came from behind Nikolai. 

Fyodor leaned against the white haired man’s body. “Leaving me out of the fun my darlings?” He placed his hands on the counter. His ring, which matched both Sigma and Nikolai's, clacked against the counter. 

Sigma blushed looking up at both men from the counter she laid on. 

Fyodor was kissing Nikolai’s neck softly. 

“My dove…” 

Nikolai grinned. “Y-Yes?” 

“Let’s take good care of our woman.” Fyodor said in a whisper. 

The two nodded. 

Sigma bit her lip. 

How lucky she was… to have two loving partners who adored her. Fyodor: a best selling anonymous writer and philosopher. And Nikolai: a humble theatrical performer with big dreams. They were her family. She loved them… both.

Wasting no time, the three made passionate love in the very cute pastel colored kitchen inside their quaint little yellow house. 

……………………………

A few hours passed with Sigma out cold on the bed. Next door, Fyodor got Nikolai off, teasing him with dialogue and empty promises until he climaxed. He begged for more, and Fyodor knew he had him right where he wanted him. 

After the call ended, he made a second phone call. 

“Tonight will be the night.” Fyodor spoke in Japanese. 

The same nerdy voice from before came through the line, responding in Japanese. “Tonight? How do I know you are telling the truth?” 

A pause. 

“I am sure you are very much familiar with the word betrayal, Ango Sakaguchi. No source is more trustworthy than a man willingly betraying his friend.” Fyodor said. 

“H-How… w-who is this!?” The man on the line asked, there was a clear stutter in his voice. 

Fyodor hung up. He dressed and was watching the clock get closer and closer to 7:00. He smirked. Thunder roared in the distance. A storm was brewing.

……………………………

Time went on reaching 7:30 pm, with no Sigma. It was time to check on him. 

Grabbing the extra key card to Sigma’s room he had the hotel make (from the start), he rushed next door. Not knowing what to expect, he entered the room as quietly as he could. 

The lights were off, as they had been that morning, except for the bathroom light. He shuffled over to the bathroom and his eyes squinted at the sight and the smell. 

Vomit. 

It looked like Sigma had thrown up into the toilet but missed… and some of his vomit was pooling around the base of the toilet. 

Fyodor left the bathroom and went for the bedroom next. Lightning flashed, revealing Sigma passed out on the bed. He merely stared at him. 

He had no real reason to worry… this was part of his plan. 

Afterall, he wrote on the page: 

“Sigma’s deepest insecurities will begin to emerge, at rapid speed, resulting in vivid nightmares that will haunt him and dreams of the life he longs to have.” 

He wrote more… but that was not a concern at the moment. 

His dark eyes scanned the room and noticed the lavender cellphone on the floor. He picked it up and checked the texts. 

“I love you so much! I talked to Fyodor. I am doing this job for us. We’ll be together, all of us.” Nikolai had texted after he had gotten off the phone with Fyodor earlier. 

Fyodor quickly deleted the message. 

He checked the call log next. He saw there was a call Sigma had made to Nikolai… right before Fyodor had called Nikolai.  Ah, that explains Nikolai’s state. He strategically put the phone away in the safe and closed it. It was clear that Sigma had passed out from emotional distress due to the recent entry on the page, and would likely not remember whether he truly did put the phone away or not. 

The Russian man left the room and went into the bathroom. He cleaned up the mess on the floor. He picked up the veil that Sigma had tossed into the sink, and washed his hands. He reorganized his makeup, and cleaned up anything else out of place. Returning to the bedroom, he sat down on the bed, peeled off the blankets, and gently shook Sigma awake. Thunder rumbled again. 

Sigma was pulled out of his dream sequence where he had his ideal body and ideal life. He blinked a few times. 

Already mourning the loss of that reality… that little yellow house...

Sigma started to cry, not even noticing Fyodor yet. 

Lightning flashed and illuminated the room, followed by a particularly loud thunder clap in the distance. Rain pelted the windows. 

Sigma jumped at the sound. He was breathing heavily.

“Darling.” Fyodor said, lowering himself to the side of the bed. He flicked on the table lamp beside it. 

Pink eyes blinked and studied the Russian man. He was wearing a very sexy black suit. His hair was in a loose ponytail to the left side of his face. 

Following that dream he had, Sigma without any anxiety or hesitation, reached out for Fyodor with both arms. The dark haired man pulled him in for a hug and Sigma let out a small sigh of relief, surprising himself.

“What happened?” Rubbing his back, Fyodor spoke in a gentle voice. 

“I… I don’t know. I’ve been feeling odd since this morning…” Sigma explained. 

“Odd? As in- you feel ill?” Fyodor asked. 

“It’s more like I feel sad. Sad about my own existence…” Sigma felt tears forming in his eyes. He sat up. 

Fyodor cupped his face and rubbed his thumbs across his cheeks. “Your entire existence should not make you sad. Tell me, what happened exactly?” 

Sigma closed his eyes for a moment. He needed to talk to someone. The only person here was Fyodor… and he was being soft right now. Maybe he was influenced by his dream…but he started talking. 

“I think I’ve been feeling this way for a while, since October… Nikolai distracted me from it, and now I don’t have him with me…” He took a deep breath. “Every time I am around you… I get confused. I want to be perfect… and I’m not.” 

Fyodor was quiet , listening. 

 “I-I guess this feeling started in London…” He went on to explain how he’s been feeling in the back of his mind since the event in London. Then he went into detail about his nightmare earlier that day, which made him more paranoid and anxious than usual.  

Fyodor listened with a look of slight concern on his face. However, on the inside he was a bit smug knowing that the description he had added to the page, had worked. 

“How can I help? I want to make you happier. I’ll do what I can.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma stared at him a moment. 

“Except…” Fyodor ran a hand through the white side of Sigma’s split hair. “Erase you. I won’t do that. You are very important to my plan Sigma, you are one of my Angels .” 

Sigma furrowed his brow, thinking. He recalled his dream about a wonderful little life, and began to tell Fyodor about it. 

The Russian man listened, quite intrigued.

Sigma let out a sigh when he finished reciting the dream. It was painful to recall.

“I am truly touched that I was included in your perfect family scenario.” Fyodor said when he finished. 

Sigma wiped tears away from the corner of his eyes. “I guess even after what’s happened… you’re still part of my world. You’re part of what I know. I can’t deny that.” He whispered the words. 

Fyodor leaned down closer to him. “Yes darling, you were meant to be here with me, in this world.” 

Sigma inhaled sharply. 

“You are my good girl .” The Russian man bent down and kissed Sigma. 

Sigma pulled back. “W-Wait, I just got sick and…” 

“I don’t care.” Fyodor kissed him again. 

Sigma let out a soft whimper and Fyodor kissed him harder, cupping his face. Gasping against the Russian man’s lips, he couldn’t deny that this kiss felt comforting.

“I want to help you Sigma. I want to fix this wrong, if you will allow me to.” Fyodor said. 

“Fix it… how?” Sigma asked. 

“With The Page of course.” The dark haired man replied. “I wrote you, I can change you, if that’s what you wish.” 

Sigma was clearly eating this up. The Page? That meant he brought it here… His eyes quickly glanced at his own safe. He wondered if Fyodor would keep The Page in his safe? Or would he hide it elsewhere? The Page that created him… was here. Then he remembered: His phone! Glancing, he didn’t see the phone anywhere. He let an internal sigh of relief. Thank goodness. That could have been bad… 

“Change me me how?” He asked. 

“To be a woman, if that’s what you’d like.” Fyodor shrugged. He warned "A change like that could send you into shock after living as a man. And of course, if you are satisfied as one… changing you wouldn’t be a smart strategy seeing that I need you by my side.” 

Sigma blinked. Was it truly that easy? 

“I’ll warn you though… As I am sure you have noticed, Nikolai prefers the company of men. So making this change could mean that dear Kyola would no longer be attracted to you.” Fyodor said, holding back a smirk. 

Sigma froze. “D-Do you really think that?”

Fyodor stared at him, unblinking. “I know that to be true. I apologize for crushing your dream.” 

Suddenly, it was as if Sigma was swallowing glass. Losing Nikolai… a high cost… and selfish of him to do something that would ruin his relationship. 

“Don’t fret Darling, I think I have a solution to this. Afterall, I know you could never give up on our dear partner.” Fyodor said, essentially waving a carrot in front of Sigma’s face. He lowered his voice. “Do you trust me?” 

A pause. A very long pause.

Sigma had a look of desperation on his face. Could he trust his creator?  “Can I trust you?” was his reply as he looked Fyodor straight in the eyes. 

Fyodor grinned. “You’ve gotten brave.” He stood up. “Allow me a moment and I will return.” 

Sigma watched Fyodor leave his bedroom, and heard the door to the hotel room open then close.

Fyodor grinned as he exited. This was moving quickly, but he was already prepared. 

He returned moments later, holding the silk bag from his safe. Dropping it into Sigma’s lap, he joined him on the bed, sitting right beside him. “Open it.” He urged.

Sigma blinked a few times, batting his white lashes. He opened the drawstring silk bag. Inside was a beautiful black wooden box that had white roses painted on it. The box was definitely an antique, it had an old world charm about it. A gasp slipped out of his mouth when he opened the lid. The ring inside was stunning.  A thin gold band made to look like branches. The branches led to beautifully cut diamonds. Each diamond was carefully cut into the shape of a flower petal, making up a white rose. Much like Aurora who was drawn to the spinning wheel, he was drawn to this ring. It was as if a force beyond his control was telling him to put it on. 

Fyodor held back a wicked smile. “I used The Page to alter that ring. I intended to give you that before I depart to Japan in a month or so. I… was hoping to patch things up with you before then.” 

Sigma blinked. This bridal roleplay… it had some weight behind it. 

“I know… I have done things to hurt you. It can be a small token… for a large apology.” Fyodor said, in a slightly dramatic tone. “Consider the ring to be enchanted, if you will. That is a good way to explain it. Put it on and you will be transformed into the woman you wish to be. Removing it will turn you back. However… you must accept my terms to keep this gift.” 

“What do you want me to do?” The slender man asked, making eye contact. His heart was racing again. 

Leaning close to his ear the Russian man spoke softly. “This ring will have to be our secret .” 

Pink eyes flicked to the side, processing this for a moment. “So… I can’t use the ring to go out anywhere? I can’t use it to look how I want to when I want to, just when you want me to. Is that right?” 

Fyodor remained calm and composed. 

“Think of it this way: if one of your coworkers saw you, what would they think? You could be at risk for being ridiculed, or worse.” He explained. 

Pink eyes flicked back to the dark haired man, staring.

“And Nikolai? What about when we are reunited again? Am I supposed to hide the ring from him as well?” Sigma asked.

The Russian man chewed the inside of his cheek. Of course he’d be thinking about the clown right now…

“It has to be our secret, just you and I. Nikolai can have what he wants you to be, and I can have what I wanted all along. There is really no reason to share that side of you with him, since it’s not what he would desire anyway. ” Fyodor said, sharply. 

Sigma felt a jab in his heart. True… 

 “Doesn’t that sound fair?” Fyodor pressed. 

Sigma inhaled. He contemplated this for a few moments. The body he wanted… could he really pass up this opportunity? Maybe there would be some wiggle room with Fyodor later if he agreed to these terms now. 

He gave a nod in agreement. “Fine.” 

Fyodor smiled. “Wonderful. Well then… Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.” Sigma replied. 

“Well then, I’ll give you some privacy to put the ring on and get dressed. “Knock on my door when you are ready.” Fyodor dismissed himself. 

Sigma rolled out of bed. Scurrying to the bathroom, turning on the light… pink eyes met each other in the mirror… he stared at his naked male body. Ring in the palm of his hand, he took a deep breath in. 

Thunder rumbled in the distance as he slipped the ring on his finger. The same finger he had worn his engagement ring on. 

FLASH! 

There was a flash of blinding bright light. 

Lightening? No. 

His eyes adjusted, after blinking a bunch. The changes were subtle on his face, so at first he hardly noticed a change. Gulping, he continued to look downward, his chest was longer flat, he had breasts . A bit astonished, his hands went up and cupped them. His torso had more defined curves and his hips and thighs were more pronounced leading to his hips. Although, the biggest shock was between his legs. Blushing, Sigma’s eyes avoided staring down below for more than a second.

With that ring on, Sigma was definitely no longer a man. She bit her lip. A slow smile creeped from the corners of her lips. Spinning around she looked at herself in the mirror again. She was absolutely motivated now, excited to get ready. 

She cleaned herself up, brushing her teeth, washing her face. Then she got dressed, pausing to look at herself in the mirror. The way the lingerie hugged her body now, it was the perfect fit. Humming to herself, she curled her hair and did her makeup. She fashioned the gorgeous jewelry onto her neck and ears. Then she clipped the veil to the top of her head with the gorgeous tumbling ringlet curls. Her entire face lit up at the sight of her reflection. 

The rain had finally let up, and the thunder was getting quiet. 

Putting on her heels, she grabbed her room key and departed from her room, flicking off the lights on her way out. Fiddling with her curls with a grin, she knocked on Fyodor’s door. 

There was a pause, and then Fyodor opened the door. His dark eyes scanned her body, twice before landing on her face. 

Sigma caught his gaze. Goosebumps.

“So, it worked.” Fyodor was all he could manage to say. He allowed her to step into the room. She… was perfect. Absolutely how he envisioned her… minus the purple hair. This feeling… in his chest. There was a tightness, like his heart could stop. He could have had any woman along the way over the years… but, after Isabel… he didn’t lay with another woman. The company of men filled the void… and took care of his high sex drive. He wouldn’t have another woman… but her. 

Sigma’s heart was thumping at the sight of the set up. She followed Fyodor into the bedroom. 

Dark red rose petals made a trail from the front door to the bedroom. In the bedroom, the petals were scattered. Tall pillar LED candles were flickering. For “hotel safe” candles, they provided a warm amber light to the room. Silver trays were set up on the bed; the plates on top were protected by matching silver domes acting as lids. On the closest end table was a fresh bottle of warming lubricant and massage oils meant to relax the muscles. The further end table had three bottles of wine, a deep noir, a light crisp white, and a sweet pink. 

Sigma’s silky white heels clicked across the floors. Her pink eyes framed by long lashes looked around the room twice. So romantic... like he had been in the past. No, this was even more over the top. A romantic gesture of this scale… the only comparison Sigma had was Christmas at the cabin with Nikolai. Nothing could top that night with Nikolai… but this was certainly romantic.

Fyodor removed his suit jacket. 

Biting her glossed lips, Sigma observed the way Fyodor’s vest snatched his waist. He rolled the sleeves of the button down shirt that hugged his arms and broad shoulders. 

“Take a seat.” He said in a low and flirtatious voice.

Gulping, the slender false bride nodded and chose the closest spot on the bed. Fyodor sat in the farthest and picked up two glasses. 

“What are you craving, beautiful?” 

“I’ll have some of the white.” Sigma replied. She didn’t want to spill a dark wine on her outfit. 

Fyodor poured two glasses of white wine. As they sipped the crisp pear flavor, they opened their domed lids and revealed fluffy, delectable waffles. The berries and cream were on the side.

Sigma’s mouth watered. So yummy! 

They enjoyed a sweet, but delicious meal. During this, they managed to finish the first bottle of the wine. Less worried about her lingerie now, Sigma popped the second bottle, choosing the pink wine next. Fyodor removed the trays from the bed, as they were done with them, and Sigma poured them each a glass. 

Clinking their glasses together, they listened to the rain, which had started to pick up again. It seemed the storm was not over quiet yet. 

Luckily, there was no more thunder. As such, Fyodor grabbed a remote from his dresser, using it to open up the curtains. The many twinkling neon lights of Las Vegas could be seen through the rain pelting the window. He dimmed the lights. 

“Wow!” Sigma stood up quickly. She brought her wine glass with her to the window, staring out at all of the lights in the skyline. The city never sleeps, even in a rainstorm. 

“Sooo… now what?” She asked, feeling the wine now that she was standing. 

Smirking, Fyodor put his wine glass down after a swig and came up behind her. His strong arms wrapped around her torso. 

He knew damn well there was no underwear with this lingerie set… thinking about seeing her naked was almost too much. 

“What do you think comes next, my beautiful bride?” He growled into her ear. 

Sigma blushed. Right the roleplay. The wine gave her a little bit of a boost of bravery to play along. Fyodor gave her this body. She… wanted to thank him. 

“Well, it’s our wedding night… darling. ” She tried out the word. It felt odd to say. She found herself quickly finishing her glass of wine as she stared out the window. 

Fyodor kissed her neck. “That’s correct. I think we need to make this marriage official . Don’t you think so?” 

Sigma nodded. 

Fyodor spun her around. He took the empty wine glass out of her hand and placed it on the floor, before pinning her to the window.

She felt the rain in the cool desert hitting the window her back was against. She blinked and he was kissing her. His hands went down her body, skimming her curves. They found their place under her ass, he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him, kissing him deeply. Both of them moaned. 

When their lips parted, they looked at each other. Sigma’s eyelids were heavy. It was a good kiss. It left her feeling… strange. 

“You are the most stunning bride.” Fyodor panted. “ This is why I cannot share you.” 

Before Sigma could respond or even process that, he kissed her. As they kissed, he carried Sigma to the bed. Carefully, he placed her on the bed, and began undressing himself. 

Sigma looked up at him, her heart thumped. Wait a moment… would this really be a total do-over of the “first time”? Afterall… there were new parts of her body… 

Fyodor paused as he was unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Don’t look so frightened. I will play very, very nice.” The dark haired man continued with the unbuttoning. 

“H-How can you tell I’m nervous?” Sigma asked. 

Fyodor chuckled, he slipped off his shirt and started with removing his pants. “I know you, Sigma. I know that face of yours, even if your body is different.” Unbuckling the belt and dropping his pants on the floor. He snapped into character again. “And it’s our wedding night, of course you would be nervous.” 

She bit her lip and avoided his gaze. 

“There will be a slight pinch, and you’ll bleed just a bit. That’s perfectly normal. I will use some lubricant to help.”  He explained further. “Look at me, Darling.” 

Her pink eyes looked up at him. 

“I could never hurt you when you are like this.” He slipped his underwear down.  

Seeing him naked was absolutely nothing new but… Sigma’s heart was pounding. 

“Just a pinch…right?” She asked quietly. 

“Yes darling, just a pinch.” Biting his lip Fyodor climbed on top of her. He planted kisses to her neck straight away; kissing up to her jaw and then her lips. His hands moved to the straps of the lingerie. 

His heart rate was quickening. 

Fuck. He needed to remain in control here. If he acted too fast and scared Sigma now… after using the precious Page, something he swore he wouldn’t do, to get what he selfishly wanted… well… he’d be so angry…

When Fyodor was angry, he became cold and cruel. He didn’t yell but… he’d get the urge to punish someone, someone who deserved it…someone sinful… Ivan, for example. 

He couldn’t afford fuck this up. 

Sliding his hands under the straps, he eased them downward. The silky material was practically begging to be removed, and it didn’t take much effort to pull the top part down. 

He pulled back from the kiss and took a look at Sigma’s exposed chest. Her pink eyes were looking down as well, blushing a bit at the sight of her own pink nipples on her perky breasts. 

Licking his lips, Fyodor brought a hand to the left mound and cupped it. 

Sigma’s eyes got wide. Oh… that felt… odd. 

He noticed Fyodor’s breath quicken for a moment. A smile crept across her face. 

Wow… he was… nervous? Fyodor was actually… nervous? 

His other hand cupped the right mound and he squeezed her boobs together. So soft, the perfect handful. 

Sigma didn’t know what to do but just watch, so she did. This was new and it was strange but also strangely comforting in a way, as the usually stern and off-putting man seemed very content and happy.

Without much of a warning, he lowered his face, resting it between her two perfect boobs and squeezing them against his cheeks. They weren’t huge or anything, so he wasn’t buried but… they certainly felt nice against his skin. 

As Fyodor let out a very enthused sigh, Sigma giggled. She stroked his hair, which caused another sigh to escape from his mouth. 

Laying here with Sigma, who now looked nearly identical to his lost love, he felt at ease at last. 

Sigma continued to play with his hair, gently pulling out the elastic hair tie. This Fyodor…was very different then the one she had experienced in the past. The nervousness she felt was fading away. 

Fyodor tilted his head and began kissing each breast. The kissing turned into licking, and then sucking on the nipples. 

The sensation made Sigma’s toes curl. She whimpered. Fuck, her nipples were extra sensitive now. 

Fyodor’s lips came crashing down against hers again, the kissing was passionate and soon became rough. His hands pulled down the rest of the lingerie, until it was off her body, she was naked, other than her jewelry and the veil. The necklace was in his way though, so it didn’t last long. Removing it, he sucked on her neck, wanting to leave more hickeys. 

He wanted to claim her, to take her as his.

He didn’t care if the hickeys would be visible at the casino, the world needed to know that this was his bride.  

The veil was removed last, just to get it out of his way. His dark eyes scanned her body now that she was fully naked in front of him. 

“You are the perfect angel .” He noticed that she was visibly wet between her legs. “My, my…” A hand wandered down. 

Sigma’s eyes traced his movements. Then, she gasped at the contact. 

Fyodor let out an exhale. He sounded- excited . His fingers traced the perfect wet line that was her entrance.

The slender woman’s lower body twitched at the touch to the new area. She whimpered. 

The Russian man responded by kissing her. Two of his fingers slipped inside. He growled at the warm tightness within. 

Sigma’s arms jotted to her lover’s back. She held onto him tightly as they kissed and his fingers explored her most private area. 

A very loud and surprised moan came from her throat when Fyodor began to rub a certain area inside. This was her clitoris. Her finger nails were digging into his skin as he played with her clit. 

Fyodor was in awe. 

She was so perfect. Her body was so, so perfect. This is what men write love songs or poetry about. 

Her legs were practically thumping at the sensation. Sigma whimpered and bit her lip.

Wow, that felt so good… 

Fyodor needed to taste her. He lowered himself, kissing his way down her body. His fingers were removed and replaced with his warm tongue. 

Sigma bucked her hips. “F-Fuck…” She said with a whine. 

Fyodor went down on her clit, spelling out his own name with his tongue over and over again. Mine. This is all mine. He enjoyed her taste, she was now extremely wet. 

Long white eyelashes fluttered. If this kept up…she’d be pushed to a climax. Drool dripped out of the corner of her lips, a whimper slipped out here and there. 

Swirling his tongue harder against her clit caused Sigma to toss her head back. Her eyes rolled, and hips twitched. Fyodor held onto her thighs, and let her experience her first orgasm in this body. 

“Ha…ah….” Sigma panted. “Ah… Fyodor...” 

Fyodor pulled back. Giving her a moment to relish in the orgasm, he grabbed the lube. He returned between her thighs, spread her legs further. 

Finally catching her breath, Sigma lifted her head and watched Fyodor lube himself up. 

“What a remarkable sight before me.” Fyodor said with a smirk. He lowered himself and bit Sigma’s plump lower lip playfully. She moaned. He kissed her jaw. “Darling… in just a moment… you are going to make me the happiest I have been in years.” He went back to her lips, kissing her. 

Sigma was too busy reeling from the orgasm to think about those words in depth. 

With a hand around the shaft of his sizable dick, he lined himself at her entrance. Her hands smacked around the bed until she found his. Fyodor smiled into the kissing, he lifted his left palm and allowed her to slip her hand underneath. Interlocking their fingers and holding it tightly, he used his right hand to guide his tip inside. 

Sigma’s eyes blinked open wide. 

Fyodor moved his lips down to her neck, wanting to hear the sounds that would be coming for her mouth as he penetrated her for the first time. The more and more he paused in, he was delighted to hear her pants and whimpers. 

“Halfway there.” Fyodor said, kissing her on the temple. “You are taking it like such a good girl. ” 

Sigma whined. She was squeezing his hand so hard, her knuckles were white. There was a slight pinch as he continued to push. She groaned. 

“There.” He said bottoming out inside her. Fyodor pulled back, pulling out bit by bit. Once he removed himself, he noticed just a little bit of blood on his dick, mixed with the lube. Her innocence belonged to him now and forever. He grinned. 

A gasp slipped out of Sigma’s mouth when she noticed the blood. 

“Don’t be afraid, Sigma.” Fyodor kissed her lightly. “It just means that I have claimed your first time. Remember what I said before. It didn’t hurt too much, did it?” 

“There was a slight pinch, like you said, when you were pushing in… but that’s it.” Sigma told him. 

“If it hurts at all, you tell me okay? I… want you to enjoy this.” Fyodor leaned down on top of her. 

Her face was red. Jeez… if he had acted this way all those months ago… perhaps… she would have actually fallen for him. 

“Ready?” He asked. It was difficult to wait. 

She nodded. 

Fyodor guided himself back inside. He didn’t go all the way in though, choosing instead to thrust a bit in and out, close to her entrance, before he pushed all the way in. 

Her hands went to his back, fingernails raking his skin. This was starting to feel really good. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. She moaned, and he thrusted a bit faster. Their eyes met. 

Fyodor stared into Sigma’s soul. 

This was it. She was his. A kiss was planted on her forehead. He was starting to lose control, and thrusted harder. Her arms and legs held him tightly. Her eyes clamped shut. 

“C-Can you slow down?” She asked meekly. 

Fyodor slowed down, fighting his own urges. 

She let out a breath, a sigh of relief. Her eyes opened and met his once more. 

“Is this alright, darling?” Fyodor found himself asking. 

Sigma nodded, followed by a moan. “T-That’s so good…” 

A genuine smile appeared on the Russian man’s face. 

Maybe he was cradling her, but he didn’t care. This was different than before. She was… she was made in Isabel’s likeness. She was everything he had waited for. He didn’t get to take Isabel’s virginity, as she was married before he met her. However... this time around… 

Fyodor found himself close already. He lifted one of Sigma’s legs, letting it rest in the pit of his elbow, allowing him to go a bit deeper. 

“Is this alright?” He asked. 

Sigma nodded. She was not used to this sort of treatment from Fyodor. She felt completely at ease… it was almost like… she was with Nikolai. 

The thought made her whimper. 

Fyodor noticed she had goosebumps, her cheeks were flushed. A good sign. She was truly enjoying this. He lifted her other leg to match. Her wetness seemed to be in overdrive, which was making his heart race rapidly. He couldn’t help but moan deeply. 

Sigma closed her eyes. This was like her dream… her arms dropped backwards flat on the mattress by her head. 

Purple red eyes scanned her body, watching himself enter her. He observed the way her chest bounced with each thrust. The way she bit her lip between panting, whimpering, and moaning. 

Fuck. 

“I’m going to lift your legs just a bit higher. You are doing so well, my gorgeous bunny rabbit.” He said, moving them to his shoulders. 

Sigma’s eyes got really wide, this opened her up so that he was going much deeper inside her. She gasped. 

His eyes scanned her frantically. “Too much?” He asked. 

“N-No!” She moaned loudly. “D-Don’t stop!” 

This was hitting her spot deep inside in just the right way. “AH~!” She couldn’t help but moan again. 

Fyodor’s eyes were wide as well. He grunted. He was going to cum. 

Sigma felt a twitching inside her. Her insides felt incredibly warm. 

Fyodor’s eyes closed, his thrusts were slowing. It was a little soon but… he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He had climaxed deep inside her. The sensation was heavenly . The satisfaction was divine . 

When he had completely let it all out, he pulled out of her, panting. He was significantly out of breath, and quickly collapsed on the mattress beside her. 

Sigma lay looking up at the ceiling, panting. She used the back of her hand to wipe the drool off the side of her chin. 

That had been… nice. It felt better than she thought it would. A part of her wanted to try again… to try more positions… 

Fyodor was trying to catch his breath. That was a lot… it took so much out of him to control himself. He knew he had to be patient, to go at her pace, but he already was thinking of at least a dozen sexual scenarios. 

There were a few moments of silence where both of them caught their breath. 

Breaking the silence, was Sigma rolling on top of Fyodor, who let out a solid “oof."

“Is there something I can help you with, Darling?” Fyodor smiled at the sudden body to body contact. 

“Hmm will, I guess I am just really feeling like your Bunny Rabbit right now.” Sigma responded, a sensual look on her face. “And you know what they say about rabbits. ”

Before Fyodor could react to that statement, she kissed him. He grinned into the kiss. 

His stamina needed to recover, but how could he possibly say no to her wanting more? This woman would be the death of him, maybe once and for all. 

“Enjoying your new body? ” He asked in a cheeky tone. Letting out a breathy laugh after the kiss. 

“Mmhmm.” Sigma kissed his neck. “It would be rude for me not to say thank you for it.” 

“How about this- allow me to offer you a massage, as my thank you first.” He nodded towards the massage oils on his end table beside the bed. This would give him the time he needed to recharge.

“You just want to touch my body all over, pervert .” Sigma said, teasing him. Her pink eyes flashed as her eyelashes fluttered. 

“And what if I do?” Fyodor smirked. 

Sigma rolled off of the Russian man and onto her back. Then she rolled over once more, onto her stomach. 

“Well then… go ahead.” She attempted to copy his accent, to tease him further. 

Clicking his tongue, Fyodor got up off the bed. Chuckling to himself at the bratty behavior, he picked up the massage oil. Leaning over the bed, he moved the long curls of pastel hair to the side exposing her back. He opened the oil and poured it in a line going down her back. 

Two strong hands went down into the oil. He began rubbing it into Sigma’s soft skin. His palms pressed deep into her muscles. She let out a relaxed sigh. 

“What kind of oil is this?” She felt her muscles relaxing. 

“The best ylang ylang oil I could find today.” Fyodor said. “It relaxes all of your muscles…” 

“Mmm.” Sigma let out a soft moan as Fyodor went to her shoulders. “Trying to relax my muscles, hmmmmm?”

“Well Darling, if I do recall… you were a nervous wreck during our other first time.” Fyodor replied.

“Can you blame me?” She shot back. 

Fyodor got serious for a moment. “I apologize for that… I can be… more emotional than most people believe me to be.” 

Sigma was listening. 

“I created you for a few reasons, I think it is time for you to understand them fully.” The Russian man continued to speak as he massaged Sigma’s back, shoulders, neck, and thighs.

“Your ability was carefully curated to assist with gathering intel. This is useful to me. It is no coincidence you were taken in by illegal casino operations… although… they were not supposed to treat you so poorly. I was meant to come get you once you learned what you needed to, but you ran away. It was good I found you in the desert when I did. We are here now, in Las Vegas to ensure you learn all you must… because you will be placed in your own casino, one that is very safe and away from dangerous people…” He paused. “With that said, when you are not at the casino… there may be some times that you will be in slight peril, but you will never be alone. I will be with you or Nikolai will be with you.” Another pause. 

“So, you created me for my ability, to run a casino for you, and…” Sigma was following so far. “And to look like the woman you loved . Who is… no longer alive.” She said very carefully. 

“Correct.” Fyodor said. “The… last reason… was selfish. I know this.” He gulped. “You are beautiful, Sigma. No matter if you are a man or a woman. People stop and stare at you, all of the time. You are a wonderful creation. A stunning specimen.” He sighed. “I just… do not like losing.”

“And you felt like you lost… to Nikolai, when I turned up as a man.” Sigma’s voice was very soft and quiet. 

Fyodor paused. He stopped massaging her body. “Yes, I suppose that is correct.” 

Sigma was unsure how to feel. She did feel a bit bad for Fyodor. Afterall, he… he lost someone he loved dearly. This creation, Sigma, was supposed to be his second chance at love… and he was only met with failure, once again. 

“Your face…” Fyodor said, massaging her again, adding more oil. “It didn’t change much with the ring. That is because… even when you were a man, your face looked so much like Isabel’s. You have a soft feminine face.”  

Sigma felt her cheeks get hot, she was blushing a bit. 

Fyodor leaned over the bed, very close to her ear. “I had not laid with a woman since her death… Men, yes… but not another woman.” 

Sigma’s face was completely red now. 

The two strong hands moved down her back and to her ass, squeezing the cheeks. 

She whimpered. 

“I had been waiting, so long… so, so long… for you .” Fyodor’s voice was deep, almost a growl. “So… I was angry. I will admit it.” 

He removed his hands completely, and walked over to the end table. He poured another glass of wine and downed it. 

“Would you like another glass?” He offered. 

Sigma laid there on the bed, unsure of what to say or what to do. She was processing this all. “Yes…” She agreed to the wine. 

Pouring her a glass, Fyodor’s cell phone began to ring from the other room. Sigma sat up, curious. 

“Rocky? At this hour?” She questioned. 

Fyodor sighed. “He should know not to call me this late. Here, Darling.” He gave her the glass. “Excuse me.” He said, exiting the room. 

Sigma sipped her wine. What to make of that confession… 

She could hear Fyodor answer the phone, and go into the bathroom, closing the door for privacy. She then began to chew the inside of her cheek. Glancing out the window, she got up off the bed and walked over to see the cityscape. 

The rain has cleared, the storm was finally at an end. While the sky, was very dark the city lights were shining even brighter than earlier. She stood there naked, sipping her wine. 

Her heart did ache a bit… for Fyodor. She imagined a life where Nikolai was gone… where she searched endlessly for a way to bring him back. Finding a way at last that was said to work, only to be disappointed when it didn’t go as planned. 

Pondering this, she didn’t notice as the dark haired man came up behind her. His arms wrapped around her body, he hugged her from behind. 

“That was a quick call.” She said with a small gasp. 

“Hmm Yes. Seems you have work in the morning.” He broke the news to her. “I’ve set an alarm for the morning.” 

Sigma sighed. Oh yes… work. Where she’d be a man again. A fragile, emotional man that surely no one really respected… other than maybe Rocky. Who then again… sort of babied her a bit.

She finished her glass of wine.

“I am… sorry if what I told you was too much.” Fyodor said, interrupting her line of thinking. 

“It was not a lot.” Sigma said. “I really wish you would have explained it like that sooner to me. Maybe then…” Her voice trailed off. 

“Maybe then what, exactly?” He asked.

She bit her tongue. “It doesn’t matter.” She wrestled her way out of his grasp and put the wine glass down on the end table. Still thinking, she reapproached the window. 

The Russian man watched her stare at the skyline of lights. 

“I wish I didn’t have to be a man tomorrow.” Sigma said very, very softly. It was almost a whisper. 

Fyodor moved in on her. This time instead of wrapping his arms around her, he spun her around and pinned her to the glass. 

She gasped. 

“Listen to me, Darling.” Fyodor said. “I know it is frustrating… but you are mine . I need to protect you. This world is a dangerous play for a beautiful lady, and I do not want to share you with anyone.”  

Sigma was staring at him with her doe eyes, a little frightened and unsure. 

“You are a very good girl. ” Fyodor lowered his face. Their lips were almost touching. “So… I will reward your good behavior…” 

Sigma could feel his breath on her skin, it was causing her to have goosebumps all over. 

“You can go out with the ring on… if we are  together.” He offered.

“R-Really?” Her eyes lit up at that. 

“Yes, if you agree to put on two things for me.” Fyodor continued. 

She nodded quickly. 

“A wig and colored contacts. We don’t need anyone connecting any dots here. Understood?” Fyodor asked her, his voice firm. 

A pause. She was contemplating that. Slowly, she asked “Can I choose the wig?” 

Fyodor grinned. “Yes, Bunny Rabbit. You can choose the wig. I will pull up some selections on my phone and we can order a couple of them, if you would like.” 

It was unclear who acted first, but they kissed. The kissing was very passionate. Their hands were immediately exploring each other’s bodies. As they continued to kiss against the window, the kissing developed into Fyodor slipping his fingers inside her. 

Soaking wet. 

He grunted. 

Unable to resist, and stamina recharged, he spun her around. Her hands were pressed against the window. She knew what to do, she bent herself over. 

Fyodor thrusted inside her. There was no gently sliding it in this time around. She moaned. Staring at the twinkling lights of Las Vegas, she cried out in pleasure as her lover began to fuck her against the window. 

“I’m not heartless.” Fyodor grunted. “Good girls will always get a reward .” 

Sigma whimpered. She bit her lip, hard. 

She couldn’t lie to herself, this was extremely erotic. They were on a high floor. The likely hood of someone seeing them was slim, but not completely out of the question. There were other hotels near by, condos, and apartments with high floors as well. Not the strangest sight in Vegas… to be honest. 

Sigma was a shy person normally. 

It’s always the quiet ones, as they say. 

……………………………

Fyodor thrusted into her until he climaxed again. That was definitely going to be it for the night. He was tapped out. Using the rest of his energy, he carried her to the bathroom so they could both clean up before bed. 

Sigma was delighted when Fyodor suggested they both sit in the shower. She didn’t know it was because he was truly exhausted. They sat down and cleaned each other, and snuggled in the hot water. 

It was… strangely very, very nice. 

However, when they tried to stand again, Fyodor gripped the wall. His breaths were short. 

“Fyodor!? Are you alright?” Sigma asked, her heart pounding in her chest. 

With shaky legs, the dark haired man nodded. This was not the time for his anemia to act up… fuck. He had over done it today. Running around to get things set up for this evening and then two rounds of sex was just… too much. Plus the rain, the rain had cooled the air outside and cold air made his body ache terribly. The desert could be down right cold at night, especially this time of year. 

Sigma shook her head. “No, you aren’t.” She helped him to the bed, tucking in under the blankets. She went into the kitchen next, and poured him some water. She brought a glass over, and Fyodor eyed it. 

“Is that okay for you?” She asked.

“Would it be too much trouble to ask you to warm it a bit?” He noticed it was very cold from the fridge. 

Sigma shook her head. “No, that’s not asking for too much. Now let me care for you.” She put the glass down on her side of the bed, so she could have the water. Leaving the room again, she returned with a mug of water warmed to room temp. 

Fyodor drank it and she refilled it. 

Laying down he felt better, but he had definitely exhausted himself. 

The naked woman cleaned up the room, shutting off the fake candles and turning off the lights completely. She crawled into bed, debating removing the ring or sleeping with it on. 

She wasn’t ready to turn back yet. 

Cuddling Fyodor in her chest, they both fell asleep. 

All of this made her completely forget about Nikolai’s hit…

……………………………

The next day, Sigma awoke to the alarm on Fyodor’s phone ringing. Sighing, she rolled out of bed with a groan. 

Fyodor was asleep on his stomach as she silenced the alarm. 

Stealing his robe and slipping it on, she left the room with her key. She had the intention of waking Fyodor after she was ready for the day, so he could sleep in just a bit longer and recover from the night before. She stared at her hand as she approached the door to her hotel room.

She’d have to remove the ring soon… and then she would once again… be a man. 

With a sigh, she unlocked the door to her room. It wa dark in the room, as she had forgotten to leave a light on and the curtains were all closed from the evening before.

In the light of the hallway, she could make out a vague outline of something huddled on the floor. 

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. How odd. 

She flicked on the light, and it took everything inside her not to let out an enormous scream that surely would have been heard by everyone in the hotel. 

Nikolai was laying face down on the floor of her living room, surrounded by a large pool of blood. 

She ran to his side immediately, dropping on her knees so hard against the floor that it hurt, but she didn’t care about the pain. She rolled him over, tears already streaming down her face. 

Nikolai was dressed in a chocolate brown business suit with a white button down, emerald tie, and brown dress shoes. His long white hair was a blood-stained mess, falling out of what was once a neat bun. A few feet away from him was a brown leather briefcase. 

On his upper chest: a bullet sized hole, right side, beneath his collar bone. On his left hip, another hole. 

He had lost a lot of blood. 

Nikolai’s brow furrowed, he opened his eyes just a crack. 

He was alive. He… HE WAS ALIVE. 

Even though Nikolai was not supposed to be in America right now…

Even though he would be furious when he found out about Nikolai using his ability in this way, Sigma needed Fyodor’s help. 

She turned and ran to the door of her hotel room, flinging it open she went next door and realized she had no key to Fyodor’s room. She knocked on the door loud enough to wake him but quiet enough to not cause a scene in the hallway. There was a pause and then the door opened very quickly. Fyodor had thrown on a pair of boxers, but was naked otherwise. He had dark circles under his eyes, and clearly still looked drained.

“Darling, what is it?” He asked, noticing she hadn’t removed the ring yet. 

“Please just come with me.” She said, sobbing at this point. 

Fyodor followed her next door. 

“Please… don’t be mad right now… I need your help.” She said as she opened the door to her hotel room, hands shaking. 

Fyodor’s face was hard to read as he saw Nikolai laying there in a pool of blood, but Sigma didn’t notice. She was already by his side, on the floor, kneeling in the blood. 

“Please h-help… you have to…help him!” Sigma was on the verge of vomiting. 

The night before Fyodor had received a phone call interrupting his time with Sigma. The call was not from Rocky. The call was from an enthusiastic Nikolai, who had just completed his hit, and was phoning in. 

How did the call end so briefly, you may ask? 

There was the sound of two gunshots, and the line went dead. 

Nikolai wasn’t bleeding out rapidly, he was slowly bleeding out all night long while Fyodor was next door fucking Sigma against a window. 

This was a punishment, not a death sentence. A punishment for all of the secrets the clown kept involving Sigma. Yes, he would save him now. Saving him would seem like a reward to Nikolai, especially when Fyodor would seemingly be accepting of the secrets he had been keeping with Sigma, but it was really a reward for himself. You see, Sigma would be so very grateful for not only the enchanted ring, but for Fyodor showing mercy and saving Nikolai’s life.

This was all to gain Sigma’s undying trust and loyalty. 

Notes:

My Dear Readers,

I almost left this off with a big cliff hanger, but I realized that would be very cruel for my Siglai supporters, so I hope this chapter's ending will suffice. No? Well at least you know he's not dead.

Just like all the manga readers, we want Nikolai back but... like this? Idkkkkkkkk. Guess you will have to see.

*Kisses you all on the forehead*

More to come!

<3, prettyprincess_Sigma

Chapter 21

“There is a first aid kit under your kitchen sink, get it.” Fyodor instructed Sigma, not walking far into the room. “We will need mine as well.” He turned and left calmly.  

Sobbing, Sigma got up off the ground on shaky legs and ran to the sink. She flung the cabinets open and grabbed the opaque red plastic case that had a white cross on it. How would a basic first aid kit help in this situation? 

Fyodor returned moments later with his first aid kit and a bottle of vodka. “We need to undress him.” He instructed. 

Sigma nodded, hyperventilating now. 

“Sigma, be strong.” Fyodor said. He put the items down and pulled her in a tight hug. “I am going to help him. I need you to get me some clean towels, right now.”

Sigma let out a sigh, she wrapped her arms around the Russian man and gave him a tight squeeze. Then she did what he instructed her to do. Trying to slow her breathing she went to the bathroom and returned with three large clean towels. Meanwhile, Fyodor had been undressing Nikolai, using scissors he found to cut off the clothes. 

“Lay two towels down on the ground.” Fyodor instructed. 

Sigma obeyed, hiccupping from her crying before. She helped Fyodor move Nikolai on to the clean towels once his clothes were removed. Using the extra towels, she rolled it up into a makeshift pillow and tucked it under his head.  

Fyodor knelt down next to Nikolai. He opened both of the first aid kits. He handed Sigma some blue latex gloves and put on a pair himself. 

“Y-You want me to help?” Sigma asked. 

“Is this too much for you?” Fyodor asked. He poured some of the vodka onto some gauze pads to clean up around the wounds. 

Sigma looked very nervous. 

She didn’t like all that blood… 

She had to overcome her fears though, she needed to help him. 

“No, I can do it.” She said. 

Fyodor nodded. “It won’t be too hard. All I am going to do right now is pack his wounds. I am going to need more equipment to remove the bullets, I’ll do that while you are at work. He’s bleeding slowly, we just need to stop the bleeding right now so I can go to get more items to remove the bullets and sew the wounds.” The dark haired man explained. 

Sigma let out a sigh of relief. “So what do I need to do?” She put on the gloves. 

“Cut the tape, and place it over the wounds.” Fyodor handed Sigma some thick white gauze tape. 

She nodded in agreement. 

Fyodor opened multiple rolls of non-stick gauze. Cringing, Sigma watched as he first cleaned the areas around the wounds of any blood, drying the skin completely. He packed the wounds by carefully stuffing the bullet holes with the gauze. 

“The good news… these wounds aren’t very deep.” He said, a finger in one of the bullet holes. 

Sigma turned away, gagging. 

Fyodor sighed. He finished packing the wounds, and was careful not to push the bullets in further. “Cut the tape.” 

Inhaling and exhaling sharply, Sigma cut the tape. She got down on her knees. Her hands were shaking so badly. She put the tape over the wound on his chest under his collarbone area. Then she put the tape over the wound on his hip. 

“Good girl.” Fyodor told her. 

Sigma couldn’t stand. She stared at Nikolai, who was out cold on the floor, stripped down to his socks and underwear. His red boxers were pulled down slightly for his hip wound to be exposed. 

“P-Please…” She said. “H-He needs to wake up.” 

Fyodor’s eyes were locked on her face, observing her reactions. She lowered her face and placed her forehead on his bare chest. 

“Please, Koyla.” She said in almost a whisper. “I love you.” 

Fyodor bit his own tongue until he tasted blood hearing those words. 

Sigma cautiously stood up. She looked at her gloved hands. “Do I really have to go to work?” 

A pause. 

“Would you really be able to stomach staying here?” Fyodor asked. A bit harsh. 

Sigma shook her head, removing her gloves. 

“Go take a shower, Darling.” Fyodor said. He removed his bloody gloves and stood up. 

All Sigma could do was mod in agreement. 

She turned and walked towards the bathroom. 

“Oh and, remove the ring.” He added. 

Sigma slowly nodded. 

When the door to the bathroom closed, Fyodor cursed under his breath. “ Fuck.” He didn’t plan this . His chest hurt, right in the middle. He glared at Nikolai on the floor. 

Would it truly ruin his plans if Nikolai died today? 

He circled the white haired man. 

He could use a different maniac to complete the task at hand in the near future. Perhaps Ivan? He was soooo very loyal now that his brain was altered. Surely, he’d be willing to end his own life for a political stunt if he chose to let Nikolai die here and now. 

Fyodor stopped near Nikolai’s head. He stared at his face. Though the haircut was more modern, he really did look so much like Alexi. 

The idea of laying with a man back then disgusted him, truly. That was a long time ago, when he was ashamed of the attraction he had to both women… and men. It was something he did in the dark, not in the open. 

Perhaps… if he had given Alexi a chance, and participated in the three way relationship both he and Isabel had wanted, then… they could have spent many days together. 

Killing people was not always the answer. 

Besides… his time with Nikolai was almost over anyway… the agreement they had made, he would be holding him to it. This was a vital part of his plan. He needed someone extremely loyal to him, but still intelligent in his own right. Besides… if Nikolai died Sigma would be an absolute wreck, for who knows how long and therefore useless to him. 

He turned away from Nikolai lying on the ground. 

And he did not… 

Fyodor didn’t hate to be in the company of Nikolai, at times. 

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Sigma removed the ring and then showered. He felt so sick to his stomach the entire time. 

When he walked out of the bathroom, Fyodor was dressed. He had returned to his room and got dressed with the intention of escorting Sigma to work and then going to get the medical supplies he would need to remove the bullets. 

Sigma rushed to get dressed, putting on an outfit that didn’t match at all, dark flared dress pants, and chocolate brown shiny satin dress shirt. He cuffed the sleeves messily and slipped on black flat shoes. His hair was in a low ponytail with the short pieces pulled out on the side as an attempt to hide the many hickies on his neck. 

“Darling…” Fyodor eyed the outfit. 

“We need to hurry and go so you can get back.” Sigma replied. 

Fyodor walked to Sigma’s closet, and returned holding a red tie and brown loafers. “Would you really wear that? Things need to seem normal.” 

Groaning, Sigma quickly changed out his shoes and put on the tie. 

“Better.” Fyodor grabbed him by the hand. “Let’s go.” 

Sigma was quiet the entire ride. He was picking at his cuticles nervously. 

Nikolai was laying on his floor. Fyodor said he could save him, but would he? Could he trust Fyodor? He wanted to trust him.  His dream came to mind, the dream of the little house. He really, really wanted to trust Fyodor. 

Fyodor rode with Sigma to the casino, and stayed on the monorail. Before the slender man exited the vehicle, the Russian man had leaned in close. 

“I will take good care of him. I promise. Just get through today, and when you return, I will need your help to move him to a more comfortable place to rest up. He’s going to need it.” Fyodor’s voice was soft sounding. 

Sigma felt more at ease. After their night together yesterday, he believed him. 

He walked into the casino and to the employee door. Jay was stationed there. Jay was only ever at the doors if Rocky was expecting someone very important. 

“Woa… are you alright?” The security guard asked Sigma when he saw him, observing his slightly shambled appearance. 

Sigma’s eyes shifted to the colorful carpet on the ground. “I’m fine.” 

Jay studied him. “I heard about what happened.” He said.

Sigma’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh?” 

“With the monorail train… I am… I’m glad you’re okay.” He said. 

Right. The incident at the platform. Sigma had almost fallen on the tracks. That seemed like it had been a lifetime ago… the only thing on his mind was Nikolai. 

“Y-Yeah… it was pretty scary.” Sigma replied. “A near-death experience is… terrifying.”

“You know, I’m sure Rocky would have given you the day off again today.” Jay said, opening the door for Sigma. 

“I know. I… want to be here.” It was so difficult to lie like that, but Sigma had no choice. 

He entered the hallway and walked down to the room Rocky was usually in, the door was open. He was definitely waiting for someone. 

“Pastels!” Rocky said at the sight of his intern. “Oh! Maybe that nickname isn’t the best… today. Are you alright?” He asked, noticing the dark colored clothing and messy hair. 

Rocky was wearing a cheetah print suit that matched the carpet on the floor, paired with a purple button down, brown belt, and brown dress shoes. His hair was slicked as usual, and Sigma could smell his cologne from the doorway.  

The gaudy outfit was another sign, Rocky had a meeting. 

“I’m fine.” Sigma replied. 

Rocky squinted. “Shut the door.” He instructed and tapped the empty seat next to him on the large black leather couch. 

Sigma sighed. He shut the door and did as he was told. 

“Are you doing okay? Since the accident? I was worried about you yesterday.” Rocky asked the slender man. 

“Is that why you gave me the day off?” Sigma asked. 

Rocky paused. “Yeah. That’s why. I thought you could use some rest.” He hated lying to Sigma right now. He wished he could say something; warn him about Dostoyevsky…

“Did the day off help… at all?” He asked. 

Sigma slowly nodded. “It did.” A pause. “Look… I… I am okay from the accident. I’m nervous about trains now… but otherwise I am okay.” 

“Hm. Is that why you chose flat shoes? I’ve hardly ever seen you wear anything but heels.” Rocky replied. 

Sigma glared at him. 

“Sorry!” Rocky said with a chuckle. “You know I can’t help but tease you… Pas-“ He stopped mid-sentence. “Mr . Monotone .” 

Sigma let out a groan and crossed his arms. “Seriously?” 

“Well, you won’t tell me what’s wrong so I have to joke around and make light of whatever is bothering you to the point that you would wear that color combination when you normally dress like an office siren in your pastel colors.” Rocky shrugged. 

“ Office siren? ” Sigma looked confused. 

Rocky chuckled. “Ah, that sort of slipped out. My bad. Anyway, if you want to take the day off you can-“ 

“NO!” Sigma said loudly. “Fuck. First Jay and now you. I’m not some weak little bitch that needs to take a bunch of time off from work for tripping.” He tossed the short loose pieces of his ponytail aggressively. 

Rocky lifted both eyebrows. “Wow.” He said. “That’s a lotttt of hickeys on your neck.” 

Sigma’s face turned as red as a tomato. He had to think fast.

He couldn’t actually admit to sleeping with Fyodor because well… if anyone knew he meant something like that to the Russian man, it could potentially put him in danger. Fyodor warned him that he had many enemies here in America. Sigma trusted Rocky, but what if Rocky accidentally told someone else and then… 

“Okay look… I’m sorry for snapping, I’m a bit tired.” Sigma spoke. “My fiancé came to visit unexpectedly.” 

Rocky studied his face briefly. He wasn’t lying. “Hey! That’s great! Now I can see it, you got dressed in a rush, eh?” He said with a wink. 

Sigma nodded. 

“Now I’m glad I gave you the day off. Although, I wish you would have gotten a bit more rest. Someone is clearly cranky from being up all night~” Rocky teased him. 

“I’m sorry.” was all Sigma could muster. 

“Don’t be. I’m just glad you actually know how to have some fun every once and awhile.” Rocky said with a laugh. 

Sigma just nodded again. If only… 

There was a knock on the door. 

“Ah, damn! That’s my early afternoon appointment. They’re even earlier than I imagined… if you wouldn’t mind answering that.” Rocky said. 

Sigma stood up and nodded. He opened the door. 

On the other side was a short blonde haired man with short blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He was dressing in a most peculiar outfit- overalls with a red and red button down shirt and a brown paperboy cap. Behind him, was a very tall man dressed in a black suit. He had very, very long black hair and dark eyes. 

“Oh!” The blonde haired young man exclaimed. “Excuse me, Miss..." He eyed Sigma up and down trying to figure it out. The young man raised an eyebrow. “We’re here to see our pal, Rocky!” His smile had a creepy air about it. 

Sigma eyed Rocky, really questioning this duo. He had never seen them before.  Rocky nodded, implying it was okay to allow these men in. Obviously, or Jay would have stopped them. 

“John, my friend .” Rocky greeted the duo as one. 

Sigma moved out of the doorway and allowed the strange pair inside.

“We have not met before.” The tall dark haired man paused next to Sigma. He had a very, very ominous sort of aurora surrounding him.

“One of my interns.” Rocky said with a casual shrug. 

There was something about this strange man… that was extremely unsettling. Sigma sensed danger. There was an ancient darkness inside him. 

“Pretty.” The eerie dark haired man said in a deep voice. 

“Really Lovecraft? So that’s your type?” The blonde haired man (who looked more like a boy ) named John laughed. 

A chill went up Sigma’s spine. 

“Run along . ” Rocky said to Sigma. 

To play up Rocky’s story, Sigma nodded and then proceeded to flip his loose hairs off to the side, to reveal the hickeys. Both of the strange guests noticed this. 

“Don’t be too long.” Sigma said. “We need to finish what we started.” He batted his eyelashes.

Rocky chuckled. “Understood.” 

Thank goodness Sigma picked up on the danger.

The slender man turned to the men. “Good day.” Sigma bowed and slipped out the door. 

“Wow, someone is quite the show-off.” John said loudly behind him. “At least she's classier than your other whores .” 

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Fyodor had a lot of work in front of him. He stared at Nikolai on the floor. 

He had gone to a pharmacy and picked up some items to assist with removing the bullets. This would be rough and uncomfortable. It was quite possible Nikolai would wake up from the pain, which would be quite problematic. 

Yes, he could use The Page to correct this. 

However- he wasn’t going to waste the page on this when he could, in fact, remove the bullets. 

It would just be… extremely painful for Nikolai. 

Fyodor would be doing this procedure with nothing more but Prilocaine cream (an over-the-counter topical cream to mildly numb the wounds), long metal tweezers, an over-the-counter antibiotic cream, a sewing needle meant for leather, and thick black thread also meant for leather. The stitches would have to be later cut out once the wound healed. He would clean the skin with just a normal antibiotic soap.  

He couldn’t bring Nikolai to a hospital, considering he wasn’t even supposed to be in America. He didn’t have any identification like a passport or driver’s license on himself, and bringing him to a hospital would definitely raise some questions.

This makeshift surgery would have to do. He’d  have to remove the packing he stuffed in and then remove the bullets before Nikolai bled out. 

Surprisingly, throughout the procedure, Nikolai did not wake up. The Russian man quickly determined that he was not unconscious from blood loss, but from his own ability. Yes, every ability has a limit. The clown was in some sort of min-coma. He’d wake up in a few days most likely. 

This worked in Fyodor’s benefit though, as he was able to remove the bullets and sew up the holes in flesh with absolutely no resistance. Although, knowing Nikolai… he probably would have gotten a hard-on from the pain. 

He couldn’t exactly move a muscular man over six feet tall all by himself, so after the procedure was complete, he cleaned up Nikolai, he cleaned up the blood on the floor, then he cleaned himself up in Sigma’s shower. He disposed of the bloody towels in a triple-bagged bundle of trash, which he threw down the trash shoot in the hall. 

Upon returning to the room, he noticed the brown leather briefcase on the floor. Ah, yes. 

He picked it up and looked inside. He laid each item on the floor. There was a gun; a revolver with a silencer attachment. There was a change of clothes, a set of christmas pajamas that matched Sigma’s. Lastly, there were two cell phones. One was the phone Fyodor had given Nikolai, the other was one he didn’t recognize. 

Focusing on the unfamiliar phone, he clicked and saw the illuminated lock screen: art of three doves in a nest. He slid up on the screen and was surprised to see that there was no password. The phone unlocked and Fyodor’s eyes got very wide. The background on the home screen was a picture of Sigma laying on a bed in pink lingerie with gorgeous panoramic windows behind. He immediately went to the camera roll. He scrolled through the pictures. 

Firstly, he saw some nude photos Nikolai had taken of himself very recently, the day before he had spoken to both of them on Facetime. As he continued to scroll, he found the same romantic photos he had found on Sigma’s phone, and then… he found them. The photos from the impromptu photoshoot that had taken place over the holidays during their cabin get away. 

His dark eyes stared as he scrolled through those photos twice. Then he continued to browse the photo album. Past those very sexy photos, were many photos of them traveling together, suggesting Nikolai had been practicing enhancing his ability for awhile. Before all of that though, there were several “action shots”: Fyodor reading a book in the library at the manor, taken from afar. Sigma out in the garden wearing a sunhat, taken from the kitchen window. Sigma baking bread. Fyodor and Sigma playing the piano together. Then Fyodor asleep and mostly covered by bubbles in the deep clawfoot tub in his private bathroom at the manor, taken from an odd angle as if Nikolai was using his ability to stealthily take photos with his hand. Sigma washing his hair in the shower, also taken from a similar odd angle. Both men asleep in Fyodor’s bed. 

That got a bit unsettling at the end. 

He scrolled back to the lingerie photos of Sigma. He fantasized about taking his own photos of Sigma, from every angle. 

He eventually put the items away back into the briefcase and placed it tucked into a corner so that it wouldn’t be directly in Sigma’s eyesight. There was nothing else he could do but wait for Sigma to return from work. He grew a bit aroused, fantasizing about Sigma’s future gratitude for saving Nikolai. He looked forward to her looking at him like he was a savior. 

They would move Nikolai to Sigma’s bed, and with nowhere else to sleep, he’d invite the desperate man to his room. He’d remind him of the comfort and relief the enchanted ring offered. Using the ring, Sigma would become his perfect woman again. In her desperation and despair, he’d soothe her with a kiss. They would continue to kiss and kiss until she was undressed before him, a bit confused by her own sorrow but relaxed by the way he held her close. They would make love. He’d be gentle, but passionate. He would offer her safety and assurance, and she would relax so much she’d orgasm. Feeling her tightness close in around his throbbing dick, he would fill her with his warm juices. Releasing all the tension he had built up over the course of the day. 

Fuck! 

He had worked himself up to the point that he had pulled his pants down. Sitting on Sigma’s bed, he was stroking himself to the point of nearly cumming. 

He was so hungry. He loved when Sigma needed him. He loved when Sigma was vulnerable and desperate. 

Fyodor stopped himself before he finished. He didn’t want to waste the orgasm. 

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Sigma had gone about his day normally. He had not seen Rocky since that morning. 

When he did finally make an appearance in the back of house, Sigma gasped. 

His hair was a mess, his cheetah print suit was disheveled. His left eye was shut. It was dark purple and bulbuls… he had a black-eye. There was also a very dark bruise around his neck, like he had been hung by his neck by a cord or rope of some kind. 

Jay was walking beside him. He also looked disheveled, but luckily there was no visible bruising. 

“Rocky! Jay!” Sigma exclaimed at the sight of them.

Jay hushed him. 

Rocky ran a hand through his hair. “Hey there, Pastels.” He said with a wince. 

“What happened to you?” Sigma asked. “Did they-“ 

Jay hushed Sigma again. Rocky made a small gesture, a point to a closed door, a closet near the break room. Jay nodded at them both. 

Sigma followed Rocky into the closet and Jay stood outside the door, keeping watch. 

Sigma shuddered. “Those men… did they do this when I left earlier!?” He asked. 

Rocky chuckled and then winced. “Yeah well when you owe people enough money and don’t pay up… this is what happens.” 

Sigma blinked. 

“If you would have stayed around… who knows what they would have done. They aren’t above hurting women, I’ve seen it.” Rocky said. “Not that you’re a woman, I know you aren’t. It’s just… to some, you could look like one.” 

Sigma was oddly complimented by this. True, he had been mistaken as a woman before, even without the ring. However… there were always people like Agatha… or Ivan… that could just tell he wasn’t one. That’s why… that’s why he needed the ring. 

“Your real boss was supposed to be fixing this for me.” Rocky added. “He’s been too preoccupied obsessing over you, I suppose.” 

Sigma squinted. 

“Shit. Sorry.” Rocky said. “I shouldn’t have said that…” 

The slender man sighed. “No… you… aren’t wrong. Fyodor is obsessed with me…” 

Rocky relaxed. 

“Who are those guys?” Sigma asked.

“They are from an organization known as The Guild.” Rocky sighed. “The organization is run by a very wealthy man. When I wanted to buy this casino, I borrowed money from their leader. In return… I agreed to harbor some illicit activity. The more money their leader has, the more powerful he becomes. Everything the house wins… goes to him… Francis Fitzgerald. Yes, some of the games were supposed to be rigged so that I could pay him back.” 

The name was made Sigma cringe. He felt uncomfortable hearing it.

“Except… I refuse to cheat. I ain’t gonna force the house to win, see? I’m trying to be fair… I made a promise to my Dad to run a casino the right way.” Rocky told him. “Unfortunately the right way… doesn’t always result in enough money.” He sighed. 

Sigma thought about what Fyodor had said about him needing to be extremely careful using his ability because there were people in this industry that would use and abuse him for said abilities. These people… The Guild… they were clearly… dangerous. They weren’t against hurting people at this casino. People who were… good. 

“I will tell Fyodor this happened.” Sigma said. 

Rocky chuckled. “Thanks, but I don’t think he’ll care much about my face.” 

Sigma bit his lip. There was a pause. 

“Go back to your fiancé. I’ll think of a way to get Dostoyevsky to do what he was supposed to fucking do. ‘Kay?” 

Sigma nodded slowly, it was all he could do. The two exited the closet.

Rocky walked Sigma all the way down to the platform area so that he could board the monorail train to go back to his current home. 

When Sigma returned to the hotel, he made haste getting upstairs to his room. He opened the door and saw Nikolai still laying on the floor. He had been cleaned up and his wounds were now sewn shut. 

Fyodor was sitting on the loveseat, also cleaned up and in a dark purple pair of flannel pajamas. His hair was fluffy and clean from his shower. 

“How is he?” Sigma asked immediately. 

“Unconscious from pushing his ability too much, but otherwise alright. However, he’ll be in a lot of pain when he wakes up.” Fyodor said. 

Sigma let out a sigh of relief at the news. “Maybe we can get him some painkillers? I’ve heard men from work talking about people buying or selling painkillers at the casinos.” 

Fyodor chuckled. “Wow, how you’ve grown. Suggesting we partake in an illegal activity.” 

Sigma crossed his arms. “I won’t be able to stand seeing him in pain.” He said quietly, looking down at Nikolai on the floor. 

“I can acquire the pills.” Fyodor said, standing up. He approached the slender man from behind. “But I’ll need you to put on the ring for me.” His arms linked around his torso and kissed his neck. 

“I was going to put it on anyway.” Sigma said with a pout. “Don’t be so impatient.” 

Fyodor chuckled. His breath was warm against Sigma’s soft skin, causing goosebumps. “I apologize.” He said in a low voice. “I thought of you all day.” 

Sigma was left blushing. 

“Before we get into anything like that, let’s move him to your bed.” Fyodor said. 

The two carefully moved Nikolai to Sigma’s bed and tucked him in comfortably. 

Sigma leaned down and kissed his forehead.   

After this, Sigma got a shower and changed, putting on more comfortable clothes: a button down set of soft lavender pajamas and wool socks. He also slipped on the enchanted ring and let out a happy sigh of relief to be changed. 

The pajama set still fit, although when she moved too much the pearl buttons directly across her breasts threatened to burst. She let her hair down and dried it with a blow dryer. She pinned her hair into a very loose ponytail with a white clip-in bow. 

She walked out of the bathroom once she was done. Fyodor’s eyes immediately locked on her, scanning not once but twice. “I’m sure you’re hungry, should I order room service?” She asked him. “I’m not feeling up to cooking…”

“Don’t you think we need to have a little chat before we settle down for the evening?” Fyodor’s voice was flat of emotion, his dark eyes still watching her every move. 

This caused Sigma to feel really uneasy. Gulping, she put her arms behind her back, straining the buttons of her pajama top. “Am I in trouble?” She asked, nervously. 

Fyodor chewed the inside of his cheek and stared at the pearl buttons threatening to pop open. He wanted her, he wanted her badly. He closed the space between the two of them, both hands going straight to her waist. 

“Do I think Koyla just so happened to come here… unplanned? No.” He said in a low voice. “Do I expect an explanation? Yes, but...” He leaned down and pressed his nose against Sigma’s briefly. “Are you in trouble? ” He grabbed her by the chin. “Not if you give me what I want. You know I am a violent man. Unfortunately, violence is a necessary punishment for my cause.” His voice was very sensual sounding. “You need to agree that you will not get frightened again by the things I need to do, and run like the rabbit you are.” 

“Sex, in this body. That’s what you want from me… right?” Sigma asked. 

“Look into my eyes, you will find your answer.” Fyodor’s face was hard to decipher. 

The two stared into each other’s eyes. 

Sigma inhaled sharply. “You’re asking me to commit to this, to us , in a deeper way.”

“I keep telling you to be mine.” Fyodor told her. “Surface level is nice, but it’s not enough.” 

Sigma had a hard time believing it was this deep, her face was ridden with confusion. “You want me to love you?” 

Fyodor talked in a very soft voice. “I know you love Nikolai. That dream you had, that wonderful dream of a quaint life… not only was Nikolai there, but I. If you love him so deeply and dream of him that way… Wouldn’t that mean that you also love me, deep down perhaps, but in the same way?” 

Sigma gulped. It was true, Fyodor had appeared in that dream and in the dream. She stared into his eyes. His eyes were so hypnotizing. “I need time to process that.” 

“Of course, Darling.” Fyodor said. “I expect no less. For now, let’s just work on trust. How’s that sound doable? I need you to trust me, and I need to trust you.” He ran his thumb across Sigma’s lower lip. “Doesn’t that seem fair?” 

A slow nod from Sigma, then a pause. 

“Nikolai helped me to purchase a cellphone.” She admitted. “We have been texting. Nikolai has been practicing his ability for a while now, to come see me once we’d be separated.” 

“Is that all?” Fyodor asked. 

“To practice, we would leave the manor without telling you, and travel the world.” Sigma added. “We had a special night together during the holidays…a getaway that was just for the two of us.” 

Fyodor was surprised she had admitted that much. Although, she had left out the engagement completely. What a clever girl she was truly becoming. Less naive than before. 

“The perfect testimony.” Fyodor, his breath was not against her neck. “I bet your heart is beating so fast right now, his hand travelled up across one of her breasts to her upper chest. Hmm. Yes.” 

Sigma’s face has turned red. She was now confused about her feelings. Fyodor saved Nikolai… he offered her a solution to her insecurities. He was obviously so enamored with her, right? Sure, he had done some questionable things in the past… but maybe he was just hurting. She was supposed to be his, afterall. This is how it was supposed to be. 

“I am glad you told me the truth. You see, I had already gone through our sweet Koyla’s briefcase and I found his special phone. Those photos of you were very sexy.” Fyodor said in a hushed whisper against Sigma’s ear. 

Her pretty pink eyes were wide. 

“I was giving you the chance to be good. To do what I asked of you, and you did, like a good girl.” The dark haired man proceeded to kiss her neck. She felt weak in the knees. “I know now I can trust you. Although… I must admit, I think I’d like some photos of my own.” He kissed her.

It was an intoxicating kiss. 

“I like when you kiss me.” Sigma said in a breathy voice. “I know I’ve never said it, but you’re a good kisser…” 

Fyodor chuckled. The laugh was raspy. He kissed her again, and she whimpered. He backed Sigma against the nearby wall. She bit his lower lip. He moaned. 

“Yesterday felt good, you made me feel good in this body. I want to feel that way again and again.” Her hand traveled down his body to his bulge. He growled. She smiled against his lips and kissed him. 

Fyodor couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands went to the strained buttons on her pajama top. He didn’t want to bother to unbutton them. He just ripped the top open, pearl buttons went flying everywhere. His hands immediately went to her bare breasts. He grunted. 

So soft. 

Sigma’s hand went down the waistband of Fyodor’s pants. She wrapped her slender fingers around his hard shaft and stroked it gently. Their tongues melted together as they kissed. 

Things got out of hand pretty quickly. 

Pawing and clawing at their clothes led to them both being stripped naked as they continued to kiss on and off. 

Using the wall for balance, Fyodor lifted the naked Sigma off her feet. Her legs wrapped around him and thrusted inside her. She moaned, loudly. His mouth relocated to her breasts, sucking on them. 

Neither of them were thinking about Nikolai, laying in the room next door. 

Fyodor’s thrusts were powerful. Sigma’s fingers were tangling his hair. It felt good. He kissed her neck, his moans were right in her ear. She held onto him with both her arms and legs. 

Did she love Fyodor? She didn’t just love Nikolai. He pursued her, he romanced her, he protected her. Fyodor had done the same things. He pursued her constantly, even when she was a man. He romanced her, took her on dates and bought her gifts, constantly trying to woo her. He saved her life just the other day, and now he saved Nikolai’s. 

Fyodor pulled out and dropped her legs. Sigma stood like a baby deer learning to walk on on wobbly legs. The gorgeous man knelt down in front of her. His beautiful dark eyes stared up at her. Her cheeks were flushed. 

Leaning forward, Fyodor went down on her. She squirmed and squealed at his tongue making contact with her clit. Her eyes clamped shut for a moment or two. When they opened again, she looked down as moaned at the sight of Fyodor eating her out. The swirling of his tongue made her claw at the wall behind her, arching her back. The Russian man was skilled with his tongue. Her legs began quaking. 

Utter delight. She was cumming. All the anxiety from the day was fading away. She shuddered. 

Fyodor pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. He stood up quickly and helped to hold Sigma up. Her legs had turned to jelly and she was sliding down the wall. He kissed her against the wall, stealing her breath. 

“Let me… be on top.” She panted after the kiss. 

Fyodor smirked. 

The two relocated to the love seat. Fyodor sat down and Sigma climbed on top of him. Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his dick. She kept eye contact the entire time she took in his length. 

Fyodor bit his lip. He chuckled once he was fully inside her. “I’ve always adored you being on top.” 

Blushing, Sigma rocked her hips. 

“Fuck….” Fyodor hissed and then let out a moan.

Holding his shoulders, Sigma started to bounce. The bow in her hair was falling out as she went up and down. She kissed him, as they were surrounded by her lavender and cream colored locks that broke free from the bow that held them back. 

Strong hands went to her hips and to her ass, squeezing her cheeks briefly before going back to her hips. Her breasts were bouncing. Her tongue invaded his mouth, and greeted his own tongue.  This deep kissing, left them breathless. 

Sigma wasn’t going to stop riding him until he finished, she was determined to make him cum. 

Fyodor’s face felt so fuzzy. Her on top in this body was quite the sight to see. Not to mention, there was this look on her face of pure pleasure. She was really enjoying this. 

It really didn’t take too long before he came. She felt the throbbing inside her and let out a whimper, she smiled. 

“That was excellent, Darling.” Fyodor said, his voice a bit shaky. 

Sigma threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close. 

Did she love him? She wasn’t sure. If not love yet, she certainly was at least beginning to want to be with him. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Sigma and Nikolai, Sigma and Fyodor, Fyodor and Nikolai. Together, but not… all together. Maybe she needed to spend time with Fyodor, where she could be a woman. And then also spend time with Nikolai, who she knew she loved, but as a man. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a bad thing that she… wanted Fyodor too. 

“Should we retreat to my room?” Fyodor asked. “We can order room service before we go to bed.” 

Sigma thought about that for a moment. 

“I don’t think we should leave Nikolai here alone.” Sigma said. 

Hearing this, ruined the mood for Fyodor, but he tried not to show it. “So, you’d like to sleep in here?” He asked. 

“I was thinking about sleeping next to him, in case he wakes up and needs help.” Sigma admitted. 

“Then I’ll sleep here.” Fyodor referred to the loveseat. 

“You don’t need to do that.” She said, “I know it won’t be comfortable for you.” 

“If Nikolai wakes up, I should be on stand up incase he needs anything medically.” He said in return. “Besides, I can’t let you go through this alone.” He kissed cheek. “Let me be here for you.” 

Sigma pulled back from the hug and nodded. “Y-Yeah, okay. I would… appreciate that.” 

Fyodor noticed tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked so beautiful with her messy hair and teary eyes. 

“Let’s get you something to eat.” He said. “I’ll take good care of you tonight.” He gently stroked the back of her head and then planted a quick kiss on her lips. 

The two ordered room service but while waiting for room service, they started kissing again, which led to them both getting aroused again. 

Long story short, Fyodor ended up bending Sigma over the back of the loveseat. His thrusts were rougher than any other she experienced in this body. They felt good though. Enough so that she climaxed from it. He, of course, climaxed as well after a bit, and the two were left worn out but very satisfied. 

After dinner, they both cleaned up and Sigma removed the ring. He returned to his normal state and put on fresh pajamas, ignoring the fact that the buttons from the other pair of pajamas were all over the floor of the living room. Fyodor had brought over pillows and blankets for himself to sleep comfortably on the loveseat. They both settled down. 

Sigma recalled how odd it felt, crawling into bed with Nikolai again. Nikolai was still. Too still. Normally he would toss and turn in his sleep. 

The slender man moved as close as he could to Nikolai, without touching him. He found himself letting out a sigh of relief. Then he felt a wave of guilt come over him. 

Nikolai was almost killed. He almost died. And yet Sigma was in the room next door with Fyodor. Then again tonight, while he laid unconscious. What was wrong with him? 

Sigma felt so much dread. He didn’t understand the sudden guilt. 

He wanted Nikolai to wake up. He wanted to be held in his arms. To kiss him. At the same time… he was worried. He couldn’t wear the ring around Nikolai. He had to hide that part of his existence. A part of him wanted to show Nikolai the ring upfront and gauge his reaction. Was what Fyodor had said true? Would Nikolai only be attracted to him as a man?  Would he be able to hide the ring from the person he knew he loved? To live wondering… what if? 

Sigma found his heart ached. 

Doing that though, wearing the ring in front of Nikolai, would ruin the trust he was building with Fyodor. A part of him didn’t want to break that trust. 

Sigma felt torn. 

Notes:

My Dear Readers,

I hope you enjoy the dramaaa.
More to come!

I also may be releasing a one-shot because I’d like to try my hand at writing for another pair. So look for that in the near future!

<3, prettyprincess_sigma

Chapter 22

Notes:

Hello Dear Readers!

I am currently re-writing old chapters, as this fic is more than a year old! It is still on-going, but I want the story to be cohesive. Right now I have re-written chapters 1-11, and will continue with re-writes soon! When I am done updating all of the old chapters, I will post a new note here on chapter 1 and on the newest chapter!

-prettyprincess_sigma

Nikolai finished dressing himself in his new chocolate brown business suit. He starred in the mirror, tying his emerald green tie, humming to himself. 

His leather briefcase was packed with his pajamas. He was going to see Sigma~ 

True, he wasn’t 100% confident travelling so far with his ability… but he couldn’t go much longer without seeing him. 

And yeah, it had only been a few weeks… 

For someone like him, someone who needed that physical presence, a few weeks felt like months. 

(Nikolai is glaring at me, the writer, for my past multi-month long hiatus.) 

He pulled his hair into a neat bun, still humming a happy tune. After, he packed the last item, his cellphone that he used to communicate with Sigma. He took a moment to stare at his phone’s wallpaper. 

Sigma in that pink lingerie… absolutely breathtaking. He was so beautiful, so graceful, almost like a woman. 

Nikolai had never been with a woman before… at least not all the way. He had drunkenly made out with Sara, the bartender from Twisted Sister. The nun costume was just… too much after too many drinks one night. Dos-kun was challenged by some other patrons to a billiards game, and the game had drawn in a crowd. Nikolai was alone, as this was way before Sigma. And she just smelled… so good and was so soft. Their secret kisses in the confessional were so delightful. Sara had a sweet spot for him ever since, and she'd always give him free drinks. After some deep kissing and some heavy petting, Nikolai felt bad. He felt like he betrayed Fyodor. Yet… he also felt good. He had a secret, he loved secrets. It had to be a secret, since he and Fyodor were together. His entire head was filled with Fyodor. He clung to him. This was normal, he told himself. After all, Fyodor claimed Nikolai’s first time. 

You never forget your first time. 

The white haired man checked his text messages quickly. 

He had sent him a text earlier, and didn’t get a response, but he just figured Sigma was busy with Dos-kun. That was okay. That was good. He told himself so, anyway. A part of Nikolai really wanted to see Fyodor as well later on, but knew he couldn’t… 

He put the phone away. Everything he needed was inside his bag. In the pocket of his jacket was his folded cape, ready for action. 

Nikolai yelled goodbye to the cranky vampire lord he kept hidden in his closet, and headed out for the hit. 

He had been stalking a humble businessman and upcoming politician for the weeks he had been in Yokohama. This involved him riding the train often. He learned the man’s commute. His routine. 

This particular man would end his day by visiting his favorite park. In the park, he would read a book and eat an egg salad sandwich that he purchased from a convenience store near his train stop. When he finished his snack, he would open a small blue leather bound notebook where he would brainstorm ideas for his campaign. 

This man was a strong believer in the rights of those with abilities. He had plans on encouraging the coaching or teaching of individuals with abilities. Possibly opening a schooling system for adolescents with abilities so they can learn to use their power, for good, from a young age. 

Nikolai began to plant himself in the park, letting this man see him. He would pretend to feed the birds in the park, and read the newspaper after what seemed to be a “long day” at a similar type of job.

The unsuspecting future victim paid no mind. Who was he to judge a man letting off steam after a hard day’s work? Even if he seemed to really, really love pigeons.

On the night of the hit, everything went exactly as planned. Nikolai was quiet. He sat in his normal spot, a park bench in sight of where the victim always sat. 

The man had grown comfortable with Nikolai’s presence. His guard was down. It was when this man got up to leave, that Nikolai reached in his pocket and used his ability to open a glowing gate behind the man’s head and shoot him with the revolver. It was quick and quiet, and no one was around to observe it as the man collapsed to the ground. 

That’s what Nikolai thought, anyway. 

As he approached the man laying on the ground, he could see was definitely deceased. He snapped a picture of the body on his “business phone” to send to Fyodor. 

Nikolai was getting excited. The hit was done. He’d not use his ability to go to Sigma. He couldn’t wait to hold his fiancé close. 

Before Nikolai could activate his ability and flee the scene, he heard a loud BANG! Then he felt pain in his hip. Fuck. 

He whirled around, gripping his revolver. Where was the assailant? Someone had seen. This wasn’t good… 

BANG! 

There was a flash of gold light. Nikolai had yanked his cape out of the pocket as an attempt to escape. He did escape, but a moment too late. He was hit in the chest under his collarbone. 

Heaving over in pain, Nikolai found himself inside the hotel room he recognized as Sigma’s from their FaceTime calls. 

He made it! 

Fuck! 

Searing pain radiated through his body. Feeling woozy and dizzy, he shoved the cape into his pocket. The room had begun to spin. An overall exhausted ability resulted in the clown collapsing and bleeding out on the floor for hours overnight. 

………………………..

Fyodor had trouble sleeping. 

The loveseat was uncomfortable, and he was surprisingly miserable sleeping without Sigma… 

He ended up not getting much sleep. Instead he dug through Nikolai’s clothes, and located his cape. 

What the hell was up with Nikolai shoving it into pockets??? 

He sighed.

Well… at least it was recovered. It was a miracle there was strangely no blood on it. Creepy. It was as if it had a mind of its own… even though Fyodor knew that was foolish.  

He placed the cape with the briefcase and laid back down on the loveseat. It was early in the morning, but not too early for a call. 

Dialing Rocky, he explained that he would need to acquire some painkillers. He noted the hesitation in Rocky’s admission of knowing about the “vendors” that frequently visited his casino. After some minor manipulation, he got Rocky to acknowledge it. 

That’s when a deal was made- Fyodor needed to take care of those who intimidated Rocky over his debt sooner rather than later. In exchange, Rocky would get Fyodor the supply necessary.

Rocky’s only request: “Don’t use the pills on Sigma.” 

Fyodor laughed at this. 

“Do not worry about Sigma. I don’t kill those who are useful to me.” He retorted back. “I highly suggest that you worry about remaining useful, instead of what I do to Sigma.” 

He hung up the phone. He most certainly would look into how close Rocky and Sigma had become. He didn’t need another man as competition.

Fyodor laid down. Even though he was seething, he eventually managed to get a couple of hours of sleep before a loud shriek echoed in the hotel room, jolting him wide awake. 

………………………..

Sigma woke up snuggling Nikolai after falling asleep beside him, guilt ridden because he had gotten hurt. 

He quickly but carefully backed off the white haired man, checking to make sure his stitched up wounds were alright. His pink eyes were locked in on the wounds, studying them carefully until they panned up. 

Sigma let out a loud gasp. 

Nikolai’s dual colored eyes were open. He looked quite pale, but he was smiling ever-so-slightly. 

“Good morning Sigma-Chan.” He said.

It had been a long time since he called him that. The longer they were together, the more it faded off. He really only used the nickname in the first place to get his attention and to tease him.

Tears pooled out of Sigma’s eyes uncontrollably. Without thinking, he hugged him tightly. After a moment of bliss, the clown let out a horrible shriek. 

The pain had hit him. 

Sigma was so scared by that shriek, he turned pale. He immediately started to panic. 

That’s when Fyodor had rushed into the bedroom, dark circles under his eyes. He saw Nikolai was awake and shrieking. 

He acted quickly, grabbing Sigma’s red tie from the day before off the ground, he balled it and shoved it in Nikolai’s mouth. 

Tears streamed down Nikolai’s face from the pain, but his eyes were wide and locked on Fyodor. He glanced from Fyodor to Sigma and back to Fyodor.

The Russian man gave him a small nod, confirming that he knew some things about his and Sigma’s relationship. 

“It’s okay.” Sigma said. “Y-You’re okay.” 

Nikolai whimpered. He was in so much pain. 

“Sigma, darling…” Fyodor turned his attention to the trembling man. “I couldn’t sleep much, I was so worried about Koyla. I used my time awake to contact Rocky, and was going to pick up the medication.” 

Sigma sat very attentively, although he was still trembling a bit. He nodded. “We need it now.” 

Fyodor didn’t want to leave the two alone right then and there. He didn’t know what Nikolai was thinking just yet. 

“Seeing that Koyla has woken up… I am concerned about his stitches splitting from the tension, look at how much he’s straining.” 

Nikolai looked very pale, he was sweating a lot and groaning in pain. His white lashes fluttered.

Sigma looked mortified at the thought. 

“If that were to happen, he’ll need me to patch them up quickly.” Fyodor told him. 

“I can go get the painkillers from Rocky!” Sigma said, jumping up from the bed and opening his dresser to pull out clothes. 

“Really?” Fyodor circled him. 

“Will I need to bring payment?” 

“I made a deal with Rocky, so no payment will be needed.”

A deal?

Sigma hastily changed into a pair of tight light colored jeans, a cropped white tank top, and a lightweight oversized periwinkle cardigan with daisies on it, which he buttoned up. He threw his hair up in a messy ponytail with a gold claw clip. He slipped on gold sandals and grabbed his room key. 

“There’s a phone in Nikolai’s bag that is linked to mine. Please take it with you. I’ll tell Rocky you are on the way.” Fyodor said. “And be careful darling, transporting the pills.” 

Sigma nodded. Locating the phone, he darted out of the hotel room. 

When Sigma was gone, it was just Fyodor and Nikolai, all alone. 

Nikolai’s dual colored eyes locked on Fyodor pacing next to the bed. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Fyodor said to him. “You’ve been a bad boy, Koyla.” He lowered his face so he could look his jester in the eyes. “I went through your phone. I’ve seen everything.” 

Nikolai’s eyes grew wide. He tried to talk but with the tie in his mouth he couldn’t. 

“Hmm.” Fyodor said. “If I remove the tie, no more yelling. I know you are in pain, but can you be good for me?” 

Nikolai nodded. 

Fyodor removed the tie. 

Nikolai let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I-I’m sorry for being s-sneaky but fuck…this hurts.” He said, sweat glistening down his forehead. 

“I bet it does.” Fyodor replied. 

Nikolai whimpered. 

“I think… I have a way to distract you from the pain.” Fyodor said, a suggestive look in his eye. 

…………………………………

During the monorail ride, Sigma unlocked the phone. The phone’s camera opened. Curious, Sigma clicked the most recent photo and bit his tongue to prevent himself from screaming. 

A dead body… Nikolai’s hit. 

He swiped the image away quickly. Then he glanced around to make sure no one had seen it. 

When he got off at the station, he walked towards the employee door. Jay was posted not at the external door, but outside of the room where Rocky always relaxed after work instead. He saw Sigma approaching and opened the door.

“Morning, Sigma.” 

“Morning.” Sigma replied. 

Rocky was inside, but he wasn’t sitting in his usual seat. Instead, he was pacing. 

Wearing a pair of tight black leather pants with a black stain dress shirt, tucked in and unbuttoned dangerously low. Sharp pointed and polished black and white dress shoes. 

“Pastels.” He said. His eyes scanned Sigma. He had never seen him dressed casually. He looked… cute. Like a little breath of spring. He wondered if this is what he always looked like outside of work. 

“Hey, Rocky…” Sigma looked particularly nervous as Jay closed the door. 

“I got what Fyodor asked for, and it seems it’s enough for him to take care of my problem finally.” The casino manager said, cutting straight to the case. He approached Sigma, a ziplock baggie in hand full of large long white pills. 

Sigma held his hands out and Rocky dropped the bag into his hands. He stared at the pills. He really was a criminal, huh? He had shot someone before and now, he was participating in a drug deal. 

“Are you going to be okay getting those back?” Rocky asked him. 

Sigma shoved the bag into the front pocket of his jeans. “Yeah… I’ll be fine.” 

There was a pause. 

“Are you alright? Is something going on?” Rocky asked. 

“I’m fine. Fyodor wanted me to do this pick up… I guess he wants me to get used to criminal activity… or something like that.” Sigma shrugged. He refused to make eye contact. 

Rocky was careful with his words. “Do you uh… know why he needs those?” 

Sigma quickly shook his head. 

“I see.” Rocky felt a bit uneasy. “Just be careful.” 

Sigma raised an eyebrow. 

“Those pills can be crushed up and they cause drowsiness...” Rocky’s voice trailed off. 

“Fyodor isn’t going to hurt me.” Sigma said, a bit more defensive than usual about the Russian man. “You don’t need to worry about me.” 

Rocky’s eyes scanned him, knowingly. 

The defensiveness when it came to Fyodor was strange for Sigma. 

“Let me walk you to the station, at least.” 

Sigma nodded and agreed to this just to speed things along. His boss escorted him to the monorail station. He was shocked when the casino manager boarded the train and rode with Sigma all the way back. 

“Thank you.” Sigma said to him. 

“Yeah well, it didn’t feel right making you go alone.” Rocky said, running a hand through his short dark hair. 

“I’ve got it from here. I’ll see you tomorrow… hopefully.” Sigma said. 

Rocky nodded. “Just have Fyodor text me if you won’t be coming in.” He leaned in closer. “Since you’re a criminal now.” He winked and hopped back on the monorail. 

Sigma smiled, blushing a bit. He turned and raced back to the hotel. 

………………………..

Upon entering his hotel room, Sigma heard soft whimpers coming from the bedroom. He entered and his eyes bugged at the sight of Fyodor kissing Nikolai. 

Leaning over the bed, Fyodor was cupping Nikolai’s face and kissing him passionately on the lips. Whimpers slipped out of the clown’s mouth. 

Sigma coughed, causing the kissing to pause. 

Fyodor looked up. “Darling! Glad you are safe.” 

Sigma crossed his arms. “Is this what you considering “patching him up” to be?” 

“Not at all. That distraction was preventing him from reopening any wounds.” Fyodor explained, he then closed the space between him and Sigma. 

Sigma stared at his lips. 

“It was a good distraction.” Nikolai chimed in with a groan. 

Watching those two kiss…  Sigma couldn’t explain it. 

He lunged at Fyodor, kissing him hard on the mouth. Fyodor kissed him back with just as much hunger. 

Nikolai gasped. Fuck that was sexy… but FUCK he needed those pain meds.  After a moment or two, he groaned a little louder. 

The two stopped kissing and Sigma gasped. “Shit. Sorry!” He rushed over to the bedside with the bag of pills. 

“I’ll get him some water.” Fyodor left the room, clearing his throat. 

That kiss was certainly interesting. The sheer force behind it made him long for more rough kisses initiated by Sigma. 

“Hey.” Nikolai whispered through the wincing. “Would you mind picking up where Fyodor left off?” 

Sigma squinted his eyes at Nikolai. “Are you asking for a kiss?” 

Nikolai nodded. “Of course I am, I came here for you. I was going to see you again, even if it was for the last time.” 

Sigma felt goosebumps creep up his skin. This is why he loved Nikolai Gogol. He was unpredictable at times, but he always spoke his mind when it mattered. Sigma didn’t need to try to predict his next move or worry about some mind game. 

He leaned over the bed and kissed him. The kiss was sweet and soft unlike the one with Fyodor. 

Fyodor came back with the water and just stood in the doorway for a moment, observing the two. A sweet and tender kiss. There was this feeling in his stomach. An upset feeling, like a knot. 

“Here we go. I have the water.” He said, causing Sigma to jump. 

He pulled back from the kiss as if he was doing something wrong. “Right, sorry.” He opened the ziplock bag. “How many do I give him?” 

“Just two.” Fyodor replied. “He can only have two of those every six to eight hours or he’ll run the risk of a very severe withdrawal after he recovers. Painkillers can be dangerously addictive.” 

The words felt sinister to Nikolai. He let out a nervous laugh and opened his mouth. “ Sigma will be a wonderful nurse I’m sure.” He said trying to lock in Sigma to be his caregiver. 

“I will.” Sigma nodded. He gave Nikolai the medication. 

Then Fyodor helped him slowly take a sip from the glass of water. 

Nikolai let out a sigh of relief. Although the meds hadn’t kicked in yet, they would soon. 

Fyodor placed the glass down on the end table left of the bed, where Nikolai lay. He turned to Sigma and wrapped his arms around his slender waist after taking the bag of pills from his hand and dropping it next to the glass of water. He backed him up against the edge of the bed. 

“Hey! R-Relax…” Sigma said nervously. 

“I apologize in advance… but I cannot relax. ” Fyodor kissed him. 

Nikolai let out an excited gasp as he watched them kiss. 

Fyodor made certain to put a lot of passion behind the kiss, tipping him backwards over top Nikolai, in a dramatic pose. 

Sigma’s face was red after. He covered it with his hands, thinking about the enchanted ring. 

Fyodor peeled back his slender hands, revealing his red face. 

Nikolai felt a creeping sensation that was the fast-acting painkillers taking effect. It was like he had drunk liquor and was feeling the buzz. “I fully support you two.” He said with a weak smile. “Firstly: I want my Baby and Dos-kun to be happy. Secondly: It’s reallyyyy sexy to watch you kiss and do other things. ” 

“Do you hear him?” Sigma asked Fyodor. “He’s willing to share. Are you truly willing to share me? Can we…all three of us… just get along like we did before?” 

Fyodor stared at Sigma. He was fully picturing what he looked like as a woman at that moment. If Isabel had suggested the three of them be together and not Alexi… would have taken her up on it just to keep her? Sigma was asking for a truce between the trio. 

His plan after he met Nikolai was to keep him around for the familiarity. Resolving his own internal regrets involving Alexi. Then he would create a woman that looked just like Isabel, and have them both around for a while to use them in his overall plan to rid the world of abilities. 

This plain of existence was cruel. All these years had passed and he never came across a reincarnation of Isabel. When she died, her very soul must have died too. Whereas, Nikolai was definitely Alexi. That’s why there was so much resentment towards him. 

Alas, Fyodor had a very high sex drive that needed to be fulfilled for him to focus properly. This was his own sin. There were things he could do with Nikolai that he couldn’t do with Sigma. Kinks he had that were… violent, that Nikolai enjoyed. Nikolai is also one of the few men he allowed to be on top of him. It was a pleasure that he resented enjoying but could not deny the way it felt every once and awhile. 

Pretending to share, and knowing he had Sigma’s feminine side to himself would be the correct plan of action. He just needed to remind himself of this. Discipline himself.  

“That depends.” Fyodor spoke. “Do you love both of us? Can you love both of us? ” This was important. Sigma needed to love him. He needed those feelings to gain Sigma’s trust, loyalty, and deep devotion. 

Sigma inhaled sharply. This felt like an interrogation. “That depends… are you going to act jealous again?” 

There was silence in the room. Fyodor withdrew his arms. 

“I am not a jealous person. To suggest envy is frivolous.” Fyodor said, forcing a laugh at the mere suggestion.

“Careful, my dear.” Nikolai said as a warning. He sensed the rage inside Fyodor building. 

“You are jealous though.” Sigma said. “That’s why you tried to separate Nikolai and I.” 

Fyodor squinted. Nikolai held his breath, smiling awkwardly. 

Sigma’s voice was soft and quiet, he recalled his dream. “The time we’ve spent here at the hotel…has made me realize something.” He gripped his chest. “I-I think I m-might actually be falling for you, somehow. I just… I don’t know… yet. It’s very confusing for me. I love Nikolai but… I also… may be falling in love with you too. I want my dream to come true.” 

Fyodor gave a small nod, understanding. Sigma wanted both of them to love her as a woman. Then he shook his head. 

“Oh? Was this a spicy dream?” Nikolai asked. 

Fyodor smirked a bit. So close. He was so close to having Sigma right where he wanted him to be. “Darling…” His voice trailed off. 

He was interrupted by the clown. 

“The other day, Sigma called me and told me about your sexy time .” Nikolai said he felt a giggle coming on. The meds were definitely in effect.  

Fyodor eyed Sigma. 

“He’s talking about the first time we slept together again, after my incident at the station.” Sigma clarified. “I… told him about that.” 

Fyodor nodded. 

“I just want to waaaatch.” Nikolai whined.

Fyodor and Sigma’s eyes met. 

“You need to rest.” Sigma said to Nikolai. “As your nurse, I am asking you to please rest.” 

Nikolai stared at Sigma. “Give me a kiss and I’ll rest.” 

Sigma sighed. He leaned down and kissed Nikolai on the forehead.

Nikolai felt a creeping sensation that was the painkillers taking effect. It was like he had drunk liquor and was feeling the buzz. “I fully support you two.” He said with a weak smile after the kiss. “Firstly: I want my Baby and Dos-kun to be happy. Secondly: It’s reallyyyy erotic to watch you kiss and do other things. ” 

“Okay, I think we should finish this conversation later.” Sigma blushed as he stood up and turned away from the bed. “I think those pain meds are working and-“

Fyodor cut him off by closing the space between them again and kissing him hard on the mouth. 

Nikolai let out an excited gasp as he watched them kiss. 

Fyodor made certain to put a lot of passion behind the kiss, wrapping his arms around him, hugging him tightly.

Sigma’s face was red after. He covered it with his hands, thinking about the enchanted ring. 

Fyodor peeled back his slender hands, revealing his red face. “If Koyla wants a show, shouldn’t we put on a fantastic, fantastic show?” He said in a tantalizing voice. He tucked a cream colored lock of hair behind Sigma’s ear. 

“I would love a show.” Nikolai said eagerly.

Sigma chewed his bottom lip. 

 “What seems to be on your mind, darling ?” Fyodor asked, teasing. He knew he would be thinking about the ring.  

“N-Nothing.” Sigma said. He wanted to back up, but he was already backed against the bed. Nikolai was lying on the bed behind him and Fyodor was in front of him. He was somehow back in the middle of them both. 

“Nothing?” Nikolai asked him, with a giggle. His eyes were feeling heavy from the pills. Sleepy? Already? 

Fyodor kissed his neck. “Nothing?” He applied pressure to his pre-existing hickeys with his tongue. 

Sigma whimpered. 

Nikolai cleared his throat. 

“Yes? Koyla?” Fyodor turned his attention to the white haired man. 

“I know I’m supposed to just watch but what about another kiss or two?” 

Fyodor glanced back at Sigma, who nodded. He backed off enough to allow Sigma to turn around to face Nikolai on the bed. 

Nikolai smiled a very cheesy grin. Sigma cupped his face and kissed the grin off his face. The clown bit his partner’s lower lip. Sigma kissed him harder. 

Fyodor stared at the two kissing. 

“I love you.” Nikolai whispered to Sigma in the brief moment the two took to catch their breath. 

“I love you too.” Sigma said with baited breath. 

They kissed again. 

Rolling his eyes, Fyodor pressed his body against Sigma’s from behind. “My darlings.” He said to bring the attention back to himself.

They looked up from their kissing. 

“That was two.” He said, in a joking (and also non-joking) manner.

Nikolai laughed. 

Sigma sighed. “Really?” 

Fyodor grabbed his waist and spun him around. “Should we let Koyla make the calls?” He nuzzled his neck again. 

Sigma blushed at the thought. “I’m okay with that. Are you sure you want to do that?” 

Fyodor nodded. So, Sigma was checking on him. Interesting. He picked up Sigma’s hand, kissing his fingers. He stopped at his ring finger. Making eye contact with the slender man. 

They both wish the ring was an option right now. 

“Well then, what do you want us to do, Koyla?” Sigma asked, breaking eye contact. 

“Oh~? So I am in charge?” Nikolai smirked. “Well now… I’ve been dying to see that adorable face Sigma makes when he feels pleasure in person again. Sooooo~ on your knees Dos-kun!” 

Fyodor grabbed Sigma by the chin and kissed him then he slowly dropped to his knees while staring up into his gorgeous pink eyes again. 

He unbuttoned Sigma’s pants and then slowly pulled them down. Of course he was greeted by the sight of a bulge in the panties he has on.

Sigma blushed with embarrassment. It felt odd to be doing this right now without the ring transformation. He stared down at Fyodor, who was staring up at him. 

Fyodor’s hands traveled up his thighs towards the panties and- 

RING, BUZZ, RING, BUZZ!

A cell phone was ringing and buzzing in the living room. 

“Damn.” Fyodor stood up. It was his phone ringing. If it was ringing, there was a reason. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed Sigma on the cheek, and quickly left the room. He grabbed his cellphone and noted the call was from Shibusawa. “Hello?” He picked up on the phone and went into the bathroom, closing the door. 

Meanwhile in the bedroom, with Fyodor gone, Sigma turned around to look at Nikolai. 

Nikolai’s eyes were heavy but they scanned him going from his bulge to his face. “We’re alone.” He said sensually.

“Don’t even try it while you’re injured.” Sigma said.

Nikolai smirked. “My hands are just fine.” 

Sigma was chewing his lip.

The white haired man reached for Sigma’s panties and slowly pulled them down. “Fuck… it’s been so long since I’ve touched you.” He said in a whisper. He was smiling, examining Sigma’s erection. 

The slender man’s face was bright red. He covered his face with the shelves of his oversized cardigan. “Well, don’t just stare.” 

“Mmm, and you’re such a cutie in that sweater.” Nikolai’s eyes burned from how heavy his lids were. He knew he should rest but, how could he with Sigma in front of him like this? “Move closer to me.” 

Sigma kept his eyes covered. He moved closer to the bed. Nikolai craned his neck. Sigma’s hands went from his eyes to his mouth to muffle the loud gasp that slipped out. 

Looking down, he watched as Nikolai sucked his dick. His strong hands held Sigma’s hips, and as his head bobbed. 

Fuckkkkkkk. Sigma had goosebumps all over. Nikolai… He muffled a moan with his hands. 

Nikolai glided his tongue along the sensitive tip, watching with delight as Sigma shuddered. 

When he withdrew to breath, he replaced his mouth with his hand, stroking his dick. 

Sigma whimpered quietly. 

“Baby….” Nikolai said under his breath. 

Sigma leaned forward a bit more and kissed him until they both were gasping for breath. 

Nikolai grinned after the kiss.

Sigma’s face right now was so sexy. His fiancé was so adorable. Fuck! If I wasn’t injured right now… he would fuck him into this very soft mattress. 

“Koyla…” Sigma moaned. 

Right then, Fyodor walked back into the bedroom. He couldn’t leave these two alone for even a minute without them jumping on each other…

They kissed again. 

Arms crossed, the Russian man stood there and watched for a moment.  

“I’m g-gonna make a mess.” Sigma said in a very sexy breathy tone. 

“No you won’t.” Nikolai said, craning his neck. 

Sigma arched his back a bit, helping with the angle as Nikolai sucked his dick again. He bit his lip, stifling back a moan.

That’s when Fyodor decided to move in. He came up right behind Sigma. “Wow, aren’t very good at just watching. Are you Kyola?” He purred. 

Sigma gasped. His eyes darted to the side, seeing Fyodor behind him. He leaned back, and Fyodor moved right up against him. He could Fyodor’s concealed boner. 

Nikolai withdrew his mouth. “D-Dos-kun…” 

“Well, don’t stop now.” Fyodor said. 

Nikolai grinned then went down on Sigma again. Sigma whimpered. Fyodor’s hands were on his body, going up his shirt. His lips were against Sigma’s ear. 

This was kind of his own fault, he had ramped them up. At this point, he’d just let Sigma finish. All this activity was going to make Nikolai exhausted, and then he’d have some alone time with Sigma where they could use the ring. 

“That’s it darling.” Fyodor said in a husky voice in his ear. 

One slender hand was on top of Nikolai’s head. Sigma’s dainty fingers had tangled themselves in the short white hairs on the top. 

“That’s a good girl.” Fyodor whispered. 

Sigma moaned loudly. He came, and Nikolai swallowed. 

"Geez…” Sigma hissed after, leaning against Fyodor, who craned his neck to kiss him. 

Meanwhile, Nikolai pulled back, panting to catch his breath. He was so hard. 

Sigma could really feel the full outline of Fyodor’s dick through his pajama pants rubbing between his ass cheeks. He kissed Fyodor harder.

Nikolai took a long sip of water. Panting after, he spoke. “I’m exhausted.” 

The two continued to kiss. 

Nikolai coughed, awkwardly. “If only someone would help me out so I can rest.” 

Sigma opened his eyes and Fyodor broke off the kiss. 

“Go ahead.” Fyodor said in a sexy voice. 

Sigma stared at Nikolai, who winked at him. 

Fyodor slid his hands up under Sigma’s shirt, pulling his cardigan and his tank top off. 

Sigma adjusted his claw clip ponytail. Nikolai pulled the blankets down as Sigma crawled up from the bottom of the bed. 

He was cautious of his placement, making sure Nikolai would be comfortable. His slender fingers carefully slid under the rim of his boxers. He slowly slid his boxers down to his knees. 

Sigma blushed. Nikolai’s boner was in front of his face. It had felt like it had been so long. He licked his lips. 

Nikolai held his breath, looking downward at Sigma. He let out a low moan as he felt the softness of Sigma’s tongue and the inside of his mouth. 

The slender man sucked down and bobbed his head. 

Nikolai let out a louder moan. “Fuck…” He touched Sigma’s face. “You are so beautiful.” 

Sigma whimpered, causing a vibrating sensation against Nikolai’s shaft. 

Fyodor watched on. Sigma did look beautiful. He wished he were in Nikolai’s place. 

“Ah…” Nikolai panted. “Feels good after all this time.” He whimpered. He rubbed Sigma’s cheek. 

Sigma sucked down harder. He twirled his tongue along the tip. 

The white haired man tossed his head back. He was close. 

Fyodor approached the bed. He stared down at Nikolai, causing him to blush. 

“Dos-kun…” He said. 

The Russian man approached the bed. Leaning over top of Nikolai, he lowered his face and kissed him. 

This got a full body reaction from Nikolai who quivered as he came. Sigma pushed the tip to the back of this throat, making it easier to swallow. Only when Nikolai was completely done, did he pull back and gasp for air. 

Fyodor tried to pull back from the kissing, but Nikolai bit his lip. This caused the dark haired man to moan. 

Nikolai smiled into another kiss. Then he allowed Fyodor to pull away. He let out a happy sigh. 

Sigma had already climbed off the bed and was dressing himself. Fyodor stared at him, and their eyes eventually met. Sigma could see it in his eyes. Fyodor wanted more. 

When he finished pulling up his jeans, Sigma said “It’s time for you to rest now. You’ve had way more than a kiss or two.” 

Nikolai smiled, closing his eyes. “Aww man…I felt my soul leave my body.” 

“We’ll have a snack for you when you wake up.” Fyodor said. “Drink some water.”

Sigma nodded at Fyodor towards the bedroom door. 

“I am so glad I’m not alone anymore.” Nikolai said in an exhausted voice. He grabbed the glass of water and drank. 

“I love you.” Sigma said. 

“Mmm love you both.” Nikolai said. Then pulled the covers up. 

The other two exited the room and slid the door closed. 

“Sorry… that got out of hand.” Sigma apologized quietly.  

An apology? “That’s alright, darling.” Fyodor whispered as he snaked an arm around his waist. 

Sigma was a bit surprised by the easy acceptance of his apology. 

“I thought perhaps you would appreciate the three of us being together, since that is what you brought up.” Fyodor continued in a hushed voice.

Sigma ran his fingers through one of the loose strands of his lavender hair. “I-I appreciate you trying that for me. I know you want me… but Nikolai wants us both. He… does love you and he knows you don’t feel the same.” He whispered.

“To be fair darling, I don’t believe I can feel love anymore.” Fyodor said.

Sigma turned to face him. “Give it time.” 

Fyodor’s heartbeat accelerated. 

Sigma broke free from his hold and went to grab the ring from the bathroom. It was sitting on the counter with some Sigma’s other jewelry. He grabbed it and slipped it on. 

There was a bright blinding flash of light, then the transformation was complete. 

Sigma eyed herself in the mirror. The clothes she had on seemed to fit even better now. 

Smiling seductively, she left the bathroom. 

Fyodor scanned her immediately. His dark eyes admired her every move. “Shall we go to my room?” 

Sigma nodded. She grabbed Fyodor’s hand on the way out of her room.

Notes:

My Dear Readers Again,

MORE TO COME! We grow closer to the anime timeline with each chapter...

So I was writing a one shot, when I suddenly thought of an amazing AU for Sigma x Nikolai x Fyodor ....
I am just DOOMED to write for them. RIP.
I'll work on the AU side by side with this fic. I really really think you will all enjoy it, but I will not fully spoil it.
I will offer some Hints: Fantasy Elements + Smut

<3, prettyprincess_sigma