Chapter 1: Sensitive spots
Summary:
“Touch is a human need” – by Nikolai,
“Unnecessary to show love” – by Fyodor,
“It is a big part of my life” – by Sigma (“It just makes him needy” – by Nikolai).“Sex every day is barely enough” – by Nikolai,
“I have no choice, but I end up liking it” – by Sigma,
“You can both go, I’ll pass today” – by Fyodor, who doesn’t need it but has his moments.What the three of them think about touch as a love language, why do they think that; what sensitive spots do they have on their bodies, what makes them melt; and what makes them pull away uncomfortably, not wanting to be touched.
Notes:
Just to clarify some things, we made a timeline that will help with this whole AU. This fic takes place from 2012. after Fyodor and Nikolai met Sigma. They are in their early twenties.
Their birthdays:
Fyodor 11.11.1989
Nikolai 1.4.1990
Sigma 29.2.1992
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The DoA lovers were asked to mark their favorite parts of their lovers' bodies.
Fyodor’s neck. His worst enemy.
To get Fyodor to melt was hard; or to even crack a bit of his stone personality. But when they did, after so much work, it was worth it. Every breath he took, every grunt he let out, was like a reward for their hard work.
After finding out how sensitive his neck is, how easy it is to get him going with just kisses and bites, they went feral. Fyodor had to dig up turtleneck shirts for the whole week after it.
He was sitting on his chair, his hands writing peacefully, yet that peace was disturbed once Nikolai pressed a light kiss on his neck. Shiver ran down his spine. It wasn’t as noticeable, but Nikolai knew his body language well. Sigma joined to help, setting himself on Fyodor’s lap and licking down his neck. And damn, did it feel good. Nikolai’s eager lips, and Sigma’s soft ones felt perfect. Even so perfect to make his breathing uneven; to get him to think about giving in.
Still, he tried resisting. He tried until he felt Nikolai bite the most sensitive spot he could have on his neck, followed with Sigma’s soft kisses on the other. To this day, he swears that he wouldn’t give in if Nikolai didn’t order Sigma to bite.
So much eager love bites were forming on his skin; so much sucking that he felt like they’ll get to the inside of his throat. They would if they could. No doubt.
Breaths turned into muffled groans he tried holding back, grunts into whimpers, and finally – whimpers at the moans. Motivation to make him break just grew.
The neck may be his worst enemy, but the greatest weakness was just a little lower. No matter the fingers that glazed over them, or pinched them, his nipples were the most sensitive spot he could have, the weakest weakness of them all.
Sigma might be too shy to play with them, but Nikolai wasn’t. That for sure. Whatever he does, he goes all in, gives all his efforts to do just the right thing and touch just the right spots that he knows are sensitive.
Eventually, he got Sigma to suck on them. And fuck, was that a pretty sight. His gaze varied from shyly looking into Fyodor's eyes, searching for an answer as to whether he was doing well, to looking down, trying to hide himself out of embarrassment when he saw Fyodor’s reaction, which was, oh, so desperate. Even if Fyodor gave feedback with his reactions, Sigma got the praise he wanted from Nikolai. And damn, did it motivate to continue.
Nikolai felt all the power. He felt like he succeeded in life. With getting Sigma to do the work on one of Fyodor’s nipples, he had Fyodor leaned on him, his back pressed on his chest, with lips locked on his neck and fingers pinching the other.
On top of the sensations they made him feel, unable to fight back with Nikolai’s strong grip and Sigma’s body pressing on him, Nikolai wasn’t the one who was quiet. To get him to shut up was impossible, not even a gag would to a good job. It would just muffle the sounds he made. But Fyodor wasn’t in a position to discipline him, not now at least. He sure will get him back for this, sparing Sigma, since he didn’t have much of a choice and he’ll get the punishment from Nikolai either way, with the comment that Fyodor wasn’t in the right for not making Sigma go through one too.
“God, shut up” Fyodor said to Nikolai’s filthy words. The humiliation of not keeping it in, of letting it show, letting them know how good it feels – it was way too much for him, yet he enjoyed it. He would never tell a soul, not even them.
“Oh, God won’t help you” Nikolai then giggled in amusement. He sure won’t. Nikolai just might be a incubus who feeds from both of his lovers’ lust, especially from Fyodor’s. And damn, does it taste good. His favorite meal he so rarely gets, his forbidden fruit that he tries to reach so often, failing and sitting back to the ground, but eager to eat another who was just as juicy as the one over his head.
Fyodor knows it all too well. He keeps his lust from Nikolai, making him unable to feast off it. What would God say to him giving in and feeding such an unholy creature? Yet again, once in a while, he lets his guard down. Nikolai doesn’t wait a moment before attacking. One sip might even be enough for him to last for the whole two months. It would be a shame to drink up all his bittersweet lust in one take. Dragging it out is way more fun.
There is just enough respect in Nikolai to let Fyodor rest for some time, with tries in between that wouldn’t end as he pictured it. But when almost all the power drains from that sip, he would give his best to get another. His lovers know well he gets what he wants when he’s determined, one way or another.
Just how many times did he say God’s name in vain, how many times did he repeat it – it made Nikolai satisfied that Fyodor violated his own morals because of his actions, because of Sigma's body. Nikolai wouldn’t be Nikolai if he didn’t comment on it with a smug smile and evil laugh; “so filthy of you to forget about God’s commands.”
Fyodor might have his dick inside Sigma, but even their precious and shy prince was more composed than him at this moment. Nikolai enjoyed the sight. When it’ll come to his turn to fuck Fyodor into bedsheets, humiliating him even more with every thrust, whispering unholy things religious one could hear just from him, he’ll make sure to go all for it, to get these sweet sounds of annoyance mixed with pleasure.
For someone who thinks about sex all damn time, his mind finally setting to other thoughts after 5th orgasm, Nikolai certainly is patient tonight. It just might be that he wants to enjoy Fyodor like this for as long as possible, even if he needs to wait.
This night went where he wanted it to go, and for Fyodor, it was an experience worth forgetting about, worth putting aside and shutting them both down if they ever try bringing it up, if they just even dare to.
In conclusion, Sigma and Nikolai did a good job, and Fyodor passed out from exhaustion, chasing the sleep he needed, with his legs aching and him forcing his mind to shut down to finally rest. Just what the fuck happened, how it ended – too much to think about, too humiliating to repeat in his mind, too fucked out to even remember his past.
Even before, when he was younger, his neck was his weakness. It just had a different meaning – of abuse. His family taught him how touch can be abused, now harsh it can be. Even slight touch from strangers to get his attention was a strange one. Same as his acquaintances. He would look at them, waiting for an explanation as what was so important to touch him.
However, he let his lovers get to that side of him. He let them touch and feel. Even if he wasn’t the one starting the cuddles, when either of them would snuggle against him, he would touch them back, showing love through touching Sigma’s hair and patting Nikolai’s.
He might let them abuse his neck with kisses and bites, that would heal the abuse he went through, but to touch his wrists is what gets him to pull away and become distant. He never told them, but they noticed.
Being touched at all seemed so unnecessary to him. He sees life beings as souls covered by flesh and skin. There is no point in judging by looks or being bothered by someone’s body. Just that he doesn’t care about Sigma having female autonomy proves it. People can be pretty but covered in sin. Some can be attractive but not educated.
For Fyodor to get used to touch was hard, but his lovers were glad he grew to enjoy it. Not everyone can touch him so carelessly.
Sigma was the sensitive one.
For him, a light touch was enough. A trigger was just behind his ears, just behind his hair that hid them nicely. It made them untouchable for anyone else except his two lovers.
He would try to move his head to get rid of the sensation that was making him squirm. Yet it seemed like he wanted more. He was like a cat that was too shy to admit it liked scratches behind its ears. As much as he loved it, he hated how desperate it made him. He hated the instinctive reaction of squeezing his thighs together.
Every time his lovers made him needy somewhere he shouldn't be, he would give them a soul-piercing look. Though, it would quickly turn into eyes full of lust. They loved it. They adored his sweet reactions, the sounds he would make in surprise; be it squeals, moans, whimpers, or sighs.
And when they were home, he would indulge. He would let his body accept the sensations travelling to the source of pleasure, making him soaking wet.
Fyodor’s fingers were gentle, with everything they did. It was the same with Sigma; either it be glazing fingers over his skin, running them through his hair, or making him squirm with his fingers inside, not even needing to search for the right spot or rhythm.
However, Nikolai abused the power of touch. The only thing he does gently with his hands is reach behind Sigma’s ears, knowing it will make him needy. And when he gets him horny, his hands eagerly squeeze his sides, putting him in the position that he wants to have him in without any warning, making him yelp in surprise.
Not that Nikolai couldn’t find the right spots, he could, but damn was he aggressive with it. Sigma could count on one hand times Nikolai went slowly, and it was solely because he gave an ultimatum; “be gentle or you won’t be fucking me at all.”
While Nikolai gives best heads and creampies that exhaust him, making him unable to walk, with Fyodor, he can do it in any given moment and time. A short break from paperwork with Fyodor’s touch under the desk is a perfect way to forget about chores he must do. Even if sleeping after an orgasm, maybe even a few of them, given by Nikolai gets him the best rest, after one given by Fyodor, he feels refreshed. He can’t help but smile while trembling. That kind of pleasure boosts his mood. After all, he is able to get up and walk, to grab himself a glass of water, not to be stuck in bed like he would after Nikolai. Though, there is no need, since Fyodor takes perfect care of him later.
Sigma just loves how different his lovers are. He is sure he wouldn’t survive with two Nikolai’s, it would get too intense; nor with two Fyodor’s, there would be no drama, which is a big part of their relationship. This was perfect. If he was needy or desperate for touch, he would get Nikolai, who would happily lend a helping hand… or a dick. But Nikolai isn’t capable of being gentle, or watching movies and relax in the bathtub, but he knows who is for sure. He goes to Fyodor to run away from the world, sometimes even from Nikolai. No other hands could make him feel that safe.
A perfect balance, that Sigma got, same as made for Nikolai and Fyodor who would eventually fall apart. He didn’t have to choose between the two, he got them both. If he told this to his younger self, he would be in shock to hear that he was worthy of being loved. More so that he had two lovers instead of one. Two people who loved him dearly. Not everyone gets this amount of love in this number of lovers. After all, he does deserve to be loved, and they confirmed it.
He had two lovers who would gladly satisfy him if he needed, Nikolai first, of course. Before their first time, he never got further than putting his hand in his pants and lightly touching, to find out how it felt. But the embarrassment got to him, and he quickly stopped, too ashamed of it to continue. He would rather not explore a part of his body that felt off, that he never wanted to have.
However, once he became comfortable around Nikolai and Fyodor, Nikolai wanted to teach him. He remembers that night like it was yesterday – Nikolai holding his wrist and helping him to move his hand, telling him to push his fingertips up so he could bring the pleasure he felt with them himself. He was so embarrassed of it, but he learned. Still, every time he is needy, he goes to Nikolai, who satisfies his needs just right.
There are a lot of places his lovers touch that he absolutely adores, but… there is only one that he can’t handle being played with – his breasts. God, how much he hates them. There isn’t a day that he doesn’t think about living life as a real man, not a day he looks in the mirror, completely nude, without frowning and turning around.
They know it. They have been aware from the first time they touched them. Sigma winced uncomfortably and moved the hand that wanted to play with them away, mumbling “no, not that” under his breath. Nikolai might not respect personal space, he might not listen when they tell him to keep his hands to himself, but this… this he respected. Same as Fyodor, who wouldn’t touch any part without permission to do so the first few times they did it.
Before them, he would wear a binder at all times, taking it off just for sleep and when he was totally alone, hiding his breasts from all of the people in the casino. They weren’t big but were big enough to be seen without it.
However, with them, he grew comfortable taking it off. Once Fyodor noticed how much he wears them, he bought Sigma a few oversized black shirts because of how well they would hide them. He would check with his hand over Sigma’s soft tummy if he took it off, just to be sure he doesn’t ruin his health with it.
There were moments Sigma let Nikolai cup his breast when they were laying, just to make him know how it feels. His two lovers learned every single thing about his body except his chest. With that, Nikolai was happy just to hold his breast in his palm, not playing with it or trying to pinch his nipple like he would Fyodor's.
“It fits well in my hand” Nikolai commented, “but it doesn’t fit on my body” Sigma whispered back and guided his hand lower, away from his chest. There was no complaining from Nikolai, not even an annoyance he often shows when someone tries taking the control from him like this.
Fyodor didn’t need to feel it, and he made that clear. If Sigma asked him to repeat that his body doesn’t make him less of a man, Fyodor would gladly repeat it a thousand times. But there was no need for that. He already knew what to say to make Sigma feel loved. There were no second tries, the first one was always perfect.
Speaking of sensitive spots, Sigma’s weaknesses weren’t always triggered with touch, but with words too. Just a single praise and his cheek becomes red. A simple ‘good boy’ can get him to react the same as he would with touch behind his ears; his legs would close, his head would turn to the side in embarrassment, and he would be ready to take whatever they give him, surrender to whatever they do.
“You’re so easy, sweetcheeks” Nikolai would grin and continue his teasing. He indeed was. A perfect and flushed mess for them. As much as Nikolai and Fyodor enjoyed each other, they sure as hell know that without Sigma, this relationship wouldn’t end with marriage.
And Sigma was happy to be the magnet between the two, to have Nikolai kiss his right, and Fyodor his left cheek, falling asleep after an intense session, simply entering his dreams knowing they guard the doors so no nightmares could come.
And for Nikolai… there wasn’t a place you can’t touch, not any that is forbidden.
He had no weakness. Every physical contact only made him harder. He needed to feel a body under him or pressing on him. He needed to feel skin to skin to be fulfilled. It wasn’t in a way that someone has to touch him – he just needed to touch someone, or something. If his lovers weren’t around, he simply did the job with his hand, imagining being inside of them and thrusting his hips up like he would into the warmth of their holes.
Hell, his record was five orgasms. He was well aware that each orgasm exhausts both of his lovers. Sigma can usually take one round, after two he most likely passes out. For him, that was a maximum. Fyodor can take three to four rounds, depends on his anemia and the position he is in; two being a top and a sweet one from bottoming that Nikolai made sure was intense. He got over his record of three that night when Nikolai had no mercy, getting him to fourth.
When Nikolai was left horny, and had two of his lovers completely fucked out, laying in bed, he would finish himself off, chasing pleasure until there is no more cum left to leave his body. Such a horny freak. Such an incubus who feeds from lust and wants it all.
It didn’t take long for Fyodor to realize how to get Nikolai needy – not to touch him at all. If that would be possible, because it’s not. Even if you locked him in the basement, he would simply teleport and end up getting what he wanted. There is no doubt he would find a way to get out even without his coat.
To tie him up was another option. Unfortunately, Nikolai was an expert himself. He knows how to get out of bonds, yet sometimes, even he enjoys being in that position, letting his lovers have fun thinking they can simply tie up someone who could do the same to them without even trying, trapping them with tight bonds, making them unable to even move.
There was a time when Nikolai went over the line of respect. Fyodor had to take matters into his own hand. And he took a chastity cage – only thing Nikolai hates from the bottom of his soul. That was a way to get him to submit, a way to control him, to control his pleasure. Nikolai was a horny freak, and without touch, he would go feral, just like he did when he was left locked up in it for more than few hours.
He begged Sigma to get the key, to get Fyodor to release him from that pain of not being able to feel any pleasure, to get hard and fuck his erection even with his own hand. But when Fyodor decides it’s enough, then it really is. He was left with it for a few days, and he never disobeyed on purpose again.
So no, Nikolai didn’t have any spots that could break him or make his knees tremble (if we don’t count the act of putting the chastity cage on him), at least not when it came to sex. Because Nikolai, when he isn’t needy, surprisingly, is a whole different person. He still begs for touch. That fact can’t be changed in any circumstances.
The only time when Nikolai was begging out of pure neediness, and not out of kink, was when he craved the loving touch. He wouldn’t even be demanded to beg, but he would, just to have fingers gliding over his skin; to feel his ear being pulled a bit, exactly like his grandma did; to have his cheeks being held and squeezed, reminding him of his loving mother. When he got head pats, it would remind him how proud papa used to be of him.
He forever longs and craves for this platonic type of touch. Oh, what would he give to feel the same feeling once again. After all, that childish heart of him never stopped beating.
He was just ten when the hands that were giving him this loving touch became cold, after freezing to death on their beds. Just ten when his close family was taken out of his world, leaving him to people who didn’t bother giving him the love he needed. Just ten when he started to raise himself. He was like a little girl playing with his doll, not knowing that he has to feed her every few ours or teach her the manners that were required for the outside world. He raised himself like a child would raise a child.
Touch was his love language. And he was pushy to get it. The term of personal space meant nothing to him, not even when it comes to strangers. Hell, if someone straight up touched his dick or tried getting inside his pants, he would gladly take it.
When Fyodor and him just started fucking around, he would try making him jealous by sleeping with other people. And Fyodor… he didn’t give a single fuck, “good for you.” Simple as that.
Eventually, they found Sigma, who made their bond stronger. Now Nikolai had Fyodor, who was hard to get and hard to crack, yet for Nikolai that wasn’t a difficult challenge; and Sigma, who was easily flustered and happy to take Nikolai in any way. He had no desire to fuck around with anyone else. Everything was served on the silver platter.
In these past years, he learned so many techniques that would make people shudder under him, beg for more and whine when they get it. The first time the three of them did it, he had no idea how woman’s body works. The hell is he supposed to do with a pussy? How does it even work?
But he learned, he learned how to twist his fingers, what to do with them to get Sigma to jerk his hips up and cover his mouth, trying to keep in his moans with no success.
Be it sexual touch or platonic one, it didn’t matter. He loved it all, craved it all. If he could, he would lay in bed all day long, fucking them every few hours, and cuddling them when they get exhausted. He was happy they let their guard down and shared their personal space with him.
Every night that they slept in the same bed, Nikolai would wrap his hands around Sigma, hugging him close to his chest. There were even times when Sigma was scared Nikolai would cut off his breathing from how strong he held him. And Fyodor laid aside, just enough that his back pressed on Sigma. They would sometimes change so Nikolai would be in the middle. But however it be, they were sleeping together. Not sex sleeping but dreaming their own dreams while being close to each other. Nikolai couldn’t ask for more.
Notes:
We would like to hear your opinion on how we portraited them, same as your headcanons if yall have any, so feel free to leave a comment!
Chapter 2: Love languages
Summary:
Every one of them finds the other two as perfect as a person can be. Fyodor doesn't value them by body, instead, he finds the real treasure in their precious eyes. Nikolai sees them both as the most beautiful living beings, adoring their faces and curves. Sigma admires them both, sees them as perfect, but he can't say the same about himself. However, his lovers are willing do to anything to make Sigma feel loved and tell him he indeed is.
Notes:
We wrote down (and xPitki made a chart) their love languages. We both see them this way, and we would like to know about other's opinions! So feel free to leave a comment after reading!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Nikolai
It would be a crime not to start with touch. His loves could count on their fingers how many minutes Nikolai can handle before he reached for them to feel their body. Sometimes they get lucky, and Nikolai’s attention goes to inanimate objects rather than them. But overall, he needs to touch someone or something. When he’s left alone without any touch, his hands start to itch, and he feels like he might go crazy.
With that come his sensory issues. He loves interesting smooth textures, slippery surfaces and fluffy materials. He goes feral when Sigma comes to bed with his legs freshly shaved. It’s that kind of texture he adores under his fingers, and he needs to put his hands all over them.
However, when the texture is awful, he avoids it at all costs. No one could get him to go on the beach that isn’t sandy. Just one weird rock and Nikolai would be back at the shore, sitting on the beach towel and complaining.
As much as he loves fucking them and pulling his fingers away with their cum all over them, he adores platonic touch just as deeply. If he could, he would just lay in bed all day, fucking them every hour or so, to let them rest and for them to give him head pats and kisses for his hard work of making them cum, just like puppies that adore pats when they do a trick. But, since that’s Nikolai, he would grow bored of fucking them just in bed, and he would pull them to the kitchen just to feast off them there.
Along with his attachment issues, he is very scared of ending a relationship, even if it was designed to be an one-night adventure from the start. Nikolai just can’t stand the thought of someone replacing him. He grows attachment dangerously fast when he shouldn’t, and it’s hard for him to trust people who he should.
He did fuck around, and he enjoyed it, yet when it came to them parting ways, he couldn’t not miss their skin under his fingers or the way they say his name when cumming. After each person that he fucks, he needs to occupy his mind, so he won’t miss them. The only right way – for him at least – was to find another, continuing this cycle.
He had Fyodor almost all his life, yet he is still scared of him leaving on a random morning after the passionate night. It was a mystery, even to Fyodor, how someone as confident in people liking him and wanting him, would be so scared of people leaving him. Makes no sense, right? Yeah, that’s Nikolai’s mind. Nothing here makes sense.
With fear of someone abandoning him, comes the fear of being forgotten. He wants to matter, for as long as he can. He is like an invasion, an infection. He wants as many people as possible to know his name. He wants to be at the first place of all hearts he felt on his chest. He hates to see ‘his’ people with others. It’s kind of narcissistic of him to want to be a serious part of life to someone he didn’t communicate for years.
He doesn’t want to be just an one-night experience to his one night stands. He wants them to remember him. If he can’t make them stay, he will at least leave something for them to remember him for, be it hickeys, love bites or scratches. As he leaves them, he makes sure to make them as durable as possible, for them to last weeks on their body. He wants them to get all these flashbacks about that night with him, to remember how amazing Nikolai was, how much pleasure he made them feel. Fyodor already told him that whatever he does wouldn’t make people see him as the best sex they got. But to be fair, he wasn’t yet fucked by him. If someone would ask him now, his thoughts would be different.
He is the same with Fyodor and Sigma. Nikolai marks them daily, so that if they tried walking away from him, he would be able to find them before the marks he left disappear. He wants them to always have a reminder to who they belong to. And he wants them to last. Forever.
To say that he didn’t crave his initials in Fyodor’s skin before would be a lie. Because he did. Maybe the back of Fyodor’s thigh isn’t that visible of a place, but at least he can be sure that, if Fyodor ever got with anyone else, they would see it.
To indicate his feelings ever more, he loves to use pet names. Then again, this is Nikolai, so we aren’t talking about normal nicknames. No, Nikolai is far from normal and boring. He uses the weirdest pet names that he comes up with on the spot. When he sees something cute, his lovers can already guess that they’ll be called that. It's an everyday occurrence for him to call them cupcake, froggy, button, etc.
Same goes with gifts. He doesn’t spend hours trying to choose a perfect gift. He just picks up something that he likes – a random shell on the beach, a rock shaped like a heart or a leaf that has nice colors. He is also a collector of stickers that he loves to give to his lovers. Oh, how happy he was when he realized that they don’t throw out his random gifts. They keep every feather, every stick he ever gave them! He doesn’t know it yet, but the stickers he stuck to his lovers’ bodies are neatly collected and put in Sigma’s journal that he is making for them.
As we all can see, Nikolai is a very unique person. He directly shows what his love languages are at any given opportunity. Touch, love marks, pet names and small gifts are something he clearly adores.
Fyodor
Fyodor expresses his feelings with everything but touch. Then again, he finds the body of people important. Not in a way of touching or appreciating beauty. No. He reads them that way. Body language is something he never learned but knew to read from the start. Even the slightest lie can’t be overlooked by Fyodor. Because of that, he spends time studying the people’s movements, to get to know them better, to understand them as best as he can. While he uses this knowledge to use the weaknesses against his rivals, he also uses it to understand his lovers’ emotions so he can comfort them in his own way.
When Nikolai is talking to a girl, his eyes instantly roam to her neckline and breasts, same as with men where he is desperate to see the body behind their shirt. However, you won’t find Fyodor doing the same thing. Once he finds someone’s gaze, he will stare deeply into their eyes until they themselves break that strong eye-contact. He is the best at blinking battles because he zones out when looking into his beloved's' eyes, forgetting the urge to blink.
For him, eyes are the quickest way to someone’s soul. They can tell him things that they wouldn’t say out loud, under any circumstances. The only times that Fyodor avoids making direct eye contact is when he himself is lying or trying to hide the truth. He is afraid that his lovers can read him as well as he can read them, not aware that just by not making eye contact he becomes more suspicious.
He is the type of person to say that actions speak of a man. He isn’t very trustful. He only trusts people who prove to him that they are worthy of it. Because of that, his top love language is acts of service. However, he doesn’t demand any big efforts from his lovers. He knows that what they already do is enough, and he accepts them showing him love in their own way.
He appreciates the small favors that they do for him, without being asked to. To have Sigma make him a coffee every day at the exact same time, remembering how much sugar he puts due to his anemia, putting it on the spot that wouldn’t stain his papers, was a blessing. He appreciated that Nikolai brings him things he forgot to take, that he brushes his hair when he himself doesn’t have time to do it. Even if he’s busy, these actions bring him peace of mind. These actions make his lovers unique, not their bodies. They’re valuable for who they are, not in which body they are in.
As religious as Fyodor is, he intensively believes in a Latin saying ‘Momento mori’, which means to remember about death. He has a unique opinion about the afterlife, beyond everyone’s understanding. The things on Earth are temporary, not worth worrying about. Everything will eventually vanish, except the souls, which are eternal.
There is absolutely no need to get attached to anything besides humans, or souls, as he sees them. Getting attached to inanimate objects feels off to him. They are already dead. They don’t have a soul.
If Fyodor left this world, the only thing he would miss would be his lovers. None of his belongings connect him to this world, which is itself temporary. If God sends another great apocalypse, the last thing humans should worry about is their treasures. Fyodor thinks it just shows how foolish they are.
Fyodor wants everyone to have the same opinion, which is, to him, the only right one. He is aware that simple people value materialistic things. His lovers are the same. Nikolai is attached to his plushies and worthless belongings, and Sigma possesses the things that grew close to his heart, such as his earrings, heels, and perfumes. No matter how much Fyodor wanted to change that, he knew he couldn’t. They just loved to collect things.
The only thing of value that Fyodor collected was money, which also isn’t eternal, and its value is only set by society. Even if Fyodor himself isn’t materialistic, he knows that the world needs a system to work, and he is aware that he cannot be an exception.
He believes, or rather hopes, that his lovers will once understand his statement about these useless things. But right now, they value them, and Fyodor isn’t possessive or protective of his money. As long as they are young, he will let them run their simple lifestyles and give the inanimate objects sentimental values.
So, Fyodor shows them love by buying such things for them. The only reason he does it is because it makes them happy, and only that may be a justified reason to spend money that way. Their favorite gifts were most likely the sex toys that Fyodor gets them. Every one of them that Fyodor himself bought was tried right before his eyes. That was the only demand he had. It was like a ‘thank you’ to him.
So, no, Fyodor doesn’t need to receive any gifts, unless they are useful. Still, he gives Sigma the stickers that Nikolai sticks to him to save them for Nikolai; same as appreciates Sigma in the luxurious outfit he bought for him.
Something that could fulfil the jar of love better than gifts is quality time. He was born in this world. He happened to live in the exact same universe and timeline as his dear lovers. He wanted to get use of it and take as much as he could from it.
Time runs fast and he can’t get back to the past moments, so he values time as if it’s money – he strongly believes in that saying. Time has its own price, and it is a high one. From the perspective of years behind and the ones after, his life seems short. Then again, he has maybe even a hundred years to live if life decides to treat him well. In those hundred years, he wants to spend every living moment with them.
So, he prepares them big dates that they will remember once they get old, and maybe even after their death. Memories are important because they are what makes each person unique. What they experience becomes a memory that is just a reminder of one part of their life.
He often mixes his love languages of gifts and quality time, giving them surprise dates. When he needed it, and when he wanted them to relax, he would rent a whole building for them three. That way, Sigma didn't need to feel ashamed of going to the aquapark, and Nikolai didn't have to fuck them in the cinema full of people. He has money, so he will spend it in the best way he can.
His love languages are highly connected with his beliefs, being it acts of service, gift giving or quality time.
Sigma
As someone who didn't believe love was waiting for him, Sigma is easy to love. All his life he worried that he was not worthy of love, so his standards weren’t high, and he didn’t have big expectations. It just so happened that his lovers had more than enough love to give.
They didn’t have to try. They just showed him some affection and he fell for it, making him theirs forever. Of course, it would be a problem if he was just a plaything, after them he would surely lose all hope of love, but in this case the attention they were showing was real. They were interested in him, they wanted him to themselves. Even they knew how fragile his feelings could be from the day they met him. To play with him would be a sin.
Well, Sigma doesn’t know how to read subliminal or ambiguous messages, he doesn’t understand irony, and he takes things too literally. Because of that, you have to tell him everything as simply as possible, without complicating it and confusing him. Be honest and straightforward to him. Tell him how much he means to you. Say that he’s beautiful when he is passing by you, make him feel special. Whisper to his ear how much you want him, kiss it, maybe run your tongue down his neck while you’re at it, and you will have him needing you. Send him a text that you love him, remind him to eat.
Because, he can’t say that to himself. He doesn’t think he’s beautiful, nor that he is special. He thinks he doesn’t deserve intimacy, not when his body is totally different from how it should be. He can’t say he loves himself.
That's why Sigma values words so much. If someone forbade him to talk to his lovers, it would drive him crazy, making it impossible to keep a proper contact and continue the relationship after weeks of not hearing their voices.
Nothing makes him feel more appreciated than a nice word. He needs his lovers' approval; he needs to hear them say it. He won’t go out in that outfit without them saying he looks stunning, he would go to change, leaving them to wait until he gets ready. He won’t buy that lip gloss that he searched for for a month if they don’t tell him that the color of it suits him well. He won’t stop crying until they comfort him, hug him, and tell him he did his best.
He can’t live without reassurance. He tries giving it to himself, yet he doesn’t love himself enough. That lack of self-love is a problem that Fyodor and Nikolai are the best at solving. He said thousands of times that they don’t need to, but they reassured him that he isn’t a burden to them.
He tries so hard to see himself the same as they see him, yet that never happened, and never will. He can’t magically change a whole point of view on himself, he can’t just start loving himself. Then again, just the fact that he had two lovers who would give his best to make him feel loved makes it easier to accept himself. The only thing his lovers had to do to make it all better is to talk, to tell him that. So he’ll know. They don’t let him overthink. They would never.
Of course, he loves getting gifts from his lovers, like every other person. But he can’t fully accept them without feeling a need to give something in return. He has a system of gratitude that he can’t not go against. Whenever someone does him a favor, he needs to pay them back. Every gift he picks for them just doesn’t seem as good as theirs. Compared to their gift, his isn’t as special. That’s why he struggles with gifts, unlike his lovers.
But the thing he doesn’t struggle with is doing chores. He loves to have his mind occupied with tasks of which the list is endless. He himself is a workaholic, so doing his lovers' favors isn’t a problem. That’s how he tries to pay them back for the gifts and love he gets. However, every task is tiring. Not just to him, but to Fyodor too.
Nothing makes Sigma more relaxed than a warm bath with Fyodor and nice cuddles with Nikolai while watching cute kittens on YouTube. Of course, there are nights where Nikolai insists on horror movies that Sigma just can’t seem to watch without covering his eyes, but that’s another story.
Fyodor might be the one whose love language is quality time, to the point of it being the only one that’s truly relevant, but Sigma loves it too. While Fyodor organizes them full-day dates, Sigma enjoys domestic time. Either it be him cooking dinner with Fyodor while Nikolai is humming a song and glancing at his ass – since, to be fair, Nikolai doesn’t need any food except Sigma himself – or writing a report for his Sky Casino on the couch with Nikolai’s hand on his thigh.
He enjoys shopping with them, painting their nails with them, taking a walk, or drinking coffee in the mornings with them. These simple everyday things may not seem like much, but to Sigma, they are everything. Every task he needs to do seems less boring with them around.
His life goal isn’t just running a successful casino but having a happy family too. Yeah, they are young, that can wait, but he feels like love can’t. He wants to spend his whole life with them, and he is aware that he may not be able to. So, he takes advantage of it as long as he has it.
Before meeting them, Sigma wasn’t a person who liked touch. He used to be scared when someone got too close, afraid of what that someone could do. He used to jump at little touches. Even if they were harmless, they were from people he didn't know, neither they knew him. Most of the people in his life were either strangers or customers. So, it’s only fair to say that it was justified. It’s rather understandable why Sigma didn’t trust them, especially with his sensitive skin and an unwanted body.
But when they came into his life, they filled a hole of not having anyone he is close to. They showed him just how beautiful touch can be when you trust someone. Regular touching is nothing compared to the touch full of love that they are able to give. He didn’t know he craved it until he grew obsessed with it. Who wouldn’t get obsessed with hands as needy as Nikolai’s and soft like Fyodor’s?
His body parts created a barrier way before he was even aware. However, with them adoring every flaw that he thought he had on his body, it wasn’t hard to give in. They loved what he could never love. They made up for all the touch Sigma didn’t get these past years where touch wasn’t a part of his life.
He still has these spots that he doesn’t want to be touched or looked at, the worst being his chest, but he got used to it. He got used to them touching him, pleasing him like he never really did himself. He tried, but failed, feeling disgusted. He still has problems with it since he never learned to touch himself, but there is Nikolai for that. He will gladly help him out.
Unlike Nikolai, who would die for being touched and even cross boundaries just to feel it, Sigma was gentle with it, and expected them to be gentle in return. That’s why Nikolai sometimes scares him. On the other hand, Sigma couldn’t fully rely on Fyodor for this since Fyodor isn’t keen on physical affection. He doesn’t need touch. He never reaches for it on his own. For Nikolai, that isn’t a problem, but for Sigma it is. He is too shy to ask for it directly. So, if Sigma wouldn’t initiate it, they wouldn’t touch at all. Lucky for him, Fyodor can read his body and understand when he needs it. Whenever they touched or made love, Sigma let himself enjoy the gentleness that wasn’t there when Nikolai was in question.
Sigma’s existence might be a mystery, but his love languages sure aren’t. It’s easy to tell that he craves words of affirmation and adores domestic quality time, same as touch from them – the only people who he truly trusts.
Notes:
Next chapter: Rice Purity Test --->
Chapter 3: Rice Purity Test
Summary:
Finding Rice Purity test while scrolling through TikTok made Nikolai finally get out of bed, excited to show his lovers and make them do it. Of course, he ended up having the lowest score, he was even proud of it, and Sigma ended with the highest, as expected.
We present you them talking about it, and, of course, the whole test for you to see! (We'll add it soon).
Notes:
Please pretend that it makes sense for TikTok to be a thing- It doesn't fit in the timeline, but we would be too bothered to change it whole, so just- ignore that. Thank u :)
Also, if you don't know what Rice Purity Test is, it tests innocence, and you check the boxes of the things you've done until now.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
November 13, 2014.
Fyodor: 25, Nikolai: 24, Sigma: 22
“Good morning!” Nikolai yelled as he stormed out of their room, occupied with looking in at his phone and smiling devilishly.
“It’s 1 P.M.” Fyodor mumbled back, turning the page of his book and reaching for his coffee, afternoon coffee to be exact. Him and Sigma already ate their lunch, already lived half a day while Nikolai was sleeping soundly without any worries.
“Yeah, anyways, WE’RE DOING THIS!” Nikolai exclaimed in excitement, turning his phone around and showing them a web site. The only thing they were able to read in those 5 seconds that he held his phone to them was ‘Rice Purity Test’.
Sigma groaned, “Do we have to?” He knew what it was, he saw it on TikTok, but was too embarrassed of the few questions he saw it contained to research further. Today, it was his day off, a good one to relax, drinking his cocktail in peace, not bothering with stuff he doesn’t want to, or stressing himself over Nikolai’s ideas. Guess he isn’t getting that pleasure today.
“We do~ I’m curious”, Nikolai smiled at them and snatched their phones, typing in the title as fast as he could.
“Whatever that is, it surely got you to finally get up and start your day”, Fyodor commented. Yeah, he was right, Nikolai has been laying in bed for an hour straight, scrolling through TikTok, too unfazed to actually get up. After all, his days pass with him doing absolutely nothing when there is no work for him to do, no one to kill or torture.
Nikolai chuckled, “C’mon”, he simply said and slid their phones back, leaning on the counter and diving in the questions himself.
Fyodor closed his book, rolling his eyes. Whatever this is, it isn’t normal. Nikolai never gives them anything normal, never does anything ordinary.
So they started to check the boxes of the things they did.
“Was the mention of Jesus necessary…” Fyodor sighed, checking the box.
“Oh, we did far more than that while God watched us”, Nikolai grinned, “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m sure he liked the show.” Fyodor mumbled something under his breath. If Nikolai wasn’t as invested in checking the things he’s done, proud to check every one of them until now, he would question him about it, but he didn’t even notice.
Sigma got to the question of ‘kissed or being kissed on the chest’ and stopped, staring at it for a few seconds. It should have been separated, then, he would have no problem in checking the first one and leaving the other empty. But like this… What was he supposed to do?
So, he did the first thing that came to his mind; asked Fyodor.
He turned the phone to him with the finger on the question, looking at him and expecting him to answer instead, but Fyodor gave a simple answer, “Whatever fits you best, dear.”
Good, okay… He isn’t marking this one.
“This is way too easy”, Nikolai giggled, already at question 33, checking every box with no shame.
“For someone as unholy as you, of course it is”, Fyodor mumbled back.
Nikolai proudly smirked, “Most of these things you experienced firstly by me, so don’t act innocent.”
“And all of them you have done by the first year of college.”
Sigma was too into thinking about what counts and what doesn’t that he wasn’t even aware of the little fight Fyodor and Nikolai were having. Does he have to mark self-pleasuring? He tried and failed. Never did it again, at least not with his own hands.
When he got to the 40th question, he made a face of disgust, finally too grossed out to talk, “Why is that even here, that’s so gross”, he cringed.
“If you’re talking about the question I think you are, food can be fun to play with”, Nikolai grinned, “Fedya let me lick the whip cream from his dick, aaand let me spread honey all over his chest.”
“We are never doing that again”, Fyodor said back, remembering just how much of the honey Nikolai put on. Yeah, Nikolai’s tongue can do impossible, but licking that much honey and leaving him without feeling sticky all over was a job that he couldn’t do. His hair was sticking to itself, sheets were covered in it, and, for it to be even worse, Fyodor had to take care of all the mess because Nikolai wasn’t in the mood to clean it.
“But… It’s ingesting…” Sigma mumbled.
“I agree that is indeed gross, and unhygienic”, Fyodor said back.
There was silence for a minute or so, until Sigma asked, “What’s a mile high club?”
“Oh, that? Does Sky casino count as an airplane of some kind?” Nikolai asked and scrolled back to that question, holding his finger over it and waiting for an answer.
“It’s a Sky casino… Not a plane. And what does it mean?” Sigma frowned, annoyed at getting his answer right away.
“Sex on the airplane”, Fyodor explained.
“So, no checking that box?” Nikolai asked, disappointed.
“Sky casino isn’t an airplane”, Sigma said again.
“Whatever you say… Though, I would like Fedya to organize us a date in some first class one for us to fuck there~” Nikolai smirked.
“You wish.”
After a few seconds, Nikolai yelled, “Okay, done!” enthusiastically, putting his phone down, not yet pressing to see the results. He didn’t just want to see the scores, but the checked boxes, for Sigma especially.
He got up and got himself lunch that they left for him, putting it in the microwave for it to heat up. The wait wasn’t long and they both finished their test quickly.
Nikolai walked to them and raised Sigma by his hips to sit him into his lap, taking his fork and eating the rest of the lasagna. He was eager to see Sigma’s results, so, the moment Sigma put the phone on the table, he looked at it, “Scroll up.”
Once he did, both Nikolai and Fyodor leaned in to see them, reading through.
“I never French kissed you in public??” Nikolai asked in shock.
“Oh, what a crime”, Fyodor said sarcastically.
“It is a crime. We’re going out today”, Nikolai said and grinned, with a new mission, a new goal for today’s day.
“We are not. Sigma requested for us to be home”, Fyodor took words out of Sigma’s mouth, and Sigma smiled at him as a ‘thank you’.
Nikolai wanted to complain, but he saw that self-pleasure wasn’t checked, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to please yourself with those fingers of yours”, Nikolai whispered in Sigma’s ear and reached for his hand, stroking his two middle fingers. He had just a second until Sigma pulled them back, embarrassed of Nikolai’s words.
They scrolled down, “Smart of you, Sigma”, Fyodor said as he saw that he didn’t check the boxes from 48 to 53.
“He hasn’t been arrested just because of you!” Nikolai complained. Yeah, it’s true. They are all doing an illegal job; Fyodor holds meetings with criminals and helps them with their jobs, sorts their finances, Sigma’s Sky casino is well known for them to rest while the paperwork is done, and Nikolai is killing whoever they order him to. Even though they have Fyodor’s protection from the police and government, Nikolai was a different story.
“And you have been arrested and chased by the police regardless. I do, however, have to remind you, that I got you out of jail”, Fyodor said back, giving him a death stare. Nikolai simply huffed back.
Once they saw all of Sigma’s answers, they pressed a button to show a score: 53.
“Ooh, still over half? We’re gonna change that soon”, Nikolai grinned, back to his usual self.
Fyodor rolled his eyes, “You already ruined his innocence enough. No need for more.”
And Sigma, he was just happy that he wasn’t as teased as he expected. After all, they knew him, they truly did ruin his innocence. If he would have taken this test before meeting them, it would for sure be higher than 80 or even 90.
Nikolai smiled at Fyodor and snatched his phone from his hands, putting it on the counter for Sigma and him to see, finally taking another bite of his food he forgot about.
He expected most of it, and Sigma was already aware that Nikolai was responsible for half of the checked questions.
Nikolai stopped chewing on his food and exclaimed, “You’ve been caught self-pleasuring.”
“I have not.”
“Just because I didn’t make myself known doesn’t mean you didn’t”, Nikolai furrowed his eyebrows. He vividly remembers finding Fyodor jerking off in their room to porn on his laptop. Yeah, he didn’t interfere, because Fyodor stopped the moment something wasn’t by his will in the video he was watching, but he was still caught.
“Your fault”, Fyodor said, not wanting to let it show how deeply he is thinking about those few times he pleased himself, or at least tried doing it to some random men on the Hub.
“Wait, did you ever give Nikolai a blowjob?” Sigma asked. Fyodor gave him head hundreds of times, yet there was still a question of whether he ever gave it to Nikolai. He was never a fan of it.
Sigma turned his head to look at Fyodor, his hair glazing over Nikolai’s lasagna on his fork. Nikolai didn’t wait a second before raising his hand up and offering Sigma that bite by putting it close to his mouth. Sigma opened it the moment later and began chewing at it. Fyodor would react if it wasn’t for the excuse he was thinking about, but when he realized, it was too late.
“Yeah, he did”, Nikolai grinned, smirking at Fyodor.
“Because of the bet”, Fyodor said in justification.
“Still did”, Nikolai proudly raised his head with a satisfied smile.
“You got tested for STI?” Sigma asked.
“When you are with a whore such as Nikolai, you need to take proper actions”, Fyodor shrugged.
Normal person would get offended, but Nikolai was far from it. He just innocently smiled at both of them and tapped on the phone to show Fyodor's score; 36.
“That’s low…” Sigma commented.
“Not lower than mine~” Nikolai sang in excitement, putting his phone on the table.
“Oh”, Sigma said as he saw the first part of the questions checked, without any empty boxes.
“Like I said… A slut”, Fyodor said unamused.
“You know, I have to pay you back for kicking me out of our apartment back in college”, Nikolai turned his attention to Fyodor, staring into his eyes and holding eye contact. Fyodor simply smiled, “I apologize, it was a necessity to throw you out of my apartment.”
“I should have joined! It would have been better”, Nikolai said sarcastically.
“That is exactly the reason why I made sure I lock the doors, close the windows and take your overcoat”, Fyodor smiled in spite of it.
“Rude”, Nikolai huffed.
Sigma’s gaze was just switching from Nikolai to Fyodor, not daring to interfere. It was something that just them know about, college, that they went through together. It felt as if they had their own secrets, their own jokes and their own little world that he didn’t fit in.
But, Fyodor saw through it, so he explained, “Nikolai was rather… possessive over me in collage. Just the mark of his initials proves it. So, I tried to keep him away, and managed to do it once. I had a well deserved peace”, Fyodor smiled.
The carving of Nikolai’s initials on the back of Fyodor’s thigh certainly shows just how possessive Nikolai was, without them even being in the relationship. Sigma saw it, he saw the scar, and heard the story behind it.
(Breaking the 4th wall, there is a fic of mine called “Marked what’s mine” that is about it, if you’re interested. Self promotion, what can I say… Anyways, back to the story.)
Sigma just gave a nod at it, and Fyodor added, “Just be glad you didn’t meet him earlier.”
Sigma felt Nikolai’s hand reach his thigh and squeeze it, “Wouldn’t you like to have a mark of who you belong to?” he whispered in Sigma’s ear and made his body shiver, imagining the pain Fyodor went through.
“No need...”, Sigma squirmed as he answered back.
Nikolai laughed, “Well, guess hickeys are enough for now”, and pressed a kiss to Sigma’s neck where he made a few last night, so sure that, one day, he will get Sigma to at least get a tattoo of his initials.
When Nikolai finally let Sigma go, he looked at the questions again, mumbling ‘oh’ when he saw just what drugs Nikolai used, and how many crimes he committed, the same as getting caught by police.
Both Nikolai and Fyodor, ignored the checked questions from 49 to 55, leading the conversation in another direction, “Like I said. Even with me by your side, you got caught by the police.”
“Yeah, so what, I had fun, you got me out, and it’s all good”, Nikolai shrugged.
“You attended an orgy??” another checked question Sigma was shocked by. Multiple times Nikolai talked about his experience with people, yet orgy just seemed too much. But, that’s Nikolai, a proud man of sex, “Of course I did! One of the best experiences of my life”, he grinned.
“And paid for sex?” Sigma exclaimed.
“Nah, I didn't pay shit. They paid me”, Nikolai smirked and leaned on the counter so that he could stare at Sigma’s confused face.
“Like I said, whore”, Fyodor sighed.
“When? Why? How?” Sigma asked again.
“High school, I needed money, I gave blowjobs in the bathroom”, Nikolai was way too proud of that, making Sigma unable to come up with something to say.
“What? How do you think I learned to give such a good head, hm~?” he asked and leaned in closer, licking his lips.
“He did not lick a pussy before yours in his life”, Fyodor mumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Well, my head is still great. It doesn’t matter what I lick and suck, my tongue got used to both'', Nikolai frowned, mad at Fyodor for outing him like that, but remembering just how Sigma reacted with him giving head the first time – it was as if he knew what to do, how to make him shake. It was even more impressive with Nikolai doing it the first time and not out of habit like sucking dicks in the bathroom.
When they came to an end of the questions, they clicked for results. Nikolai’s score was 12. God damn, was that low. But, it wasn’t enough for him, “Sooo… wanna help me get to 0?” he smiled innocently to them.
“Some are impossible, and others are too questionable, even for you, so no, I do not feel like being the one to help you, and I’m sure Sigma does not either”, Fyodor said and looked at Sigma, who was clearly in shock because of all the new information he found about Nikolai. Yeah, he knew Nikolai was a menace, but this… it was just a bit too much to expect, even of him.
“Too bad”, Nikolai mumbled back.
‘Finally, this is over’, Sigma thought. It indeed gave them information about each other that they didn’t know about. It was honest, or at least that’s what they thought. On Fyodor's test one particular box should also be checked, but it wasn't.
Nikolai took his phone back, “Anywayss~ I have another test for you”, he said and smirked, already typing in the name of it.
Notes:
Tbh, we had a plan for next chapter, but it's pride month, so we are changing the topic of it.
It's out!
Chapter 4: Sweet Pride Month!
Summary:
“Cupcakes are still hot,” Nikolai mumbled against Sigma’s lips, without the intention of Fyodor hearing him. “Sigma is too. He won’t burn me, though,” he chuckled into the kiss and continued his mission of savoring Sigma as his appetizer, ignoring the fact he already had him as a proper meal just a few hours ago.
“First time your brain works,” Fyodor mumbled and returned to reading.
Notes:
We present you: their sexualities, and them making pride cupcakes!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
June 6, 2014.
Fyodor: 24, Nikolai: 24, Sigma: 22
The sound of the oven went off. Nikolai instantly rushed to it, bending down and reaching to grab the handle. He begged Sigma to bake them cupcakes, from the 1st of June until he complied and went to the kitchen. Yeah, Pride Month was fun, but Nikolai's whining was annoying.
Though, Nikolai had high demands for those cupcakes. He wanted them to be in the color of their pride flags. Sigma thought about it, yet Fyodor didn’t want him to suffer a whole day baking the cupcakes they would eat either way. So, he proposed that they color the whipped cream instead. The last thing he wants is for Sigma to lose his passion for baking because of Nikolai’s complex requests.
“Nikolai, you’re going to burn yourself," Sigma took the cooking gloves and put them on his hands, shooing Nikolai away to make space for him. “Don’t you dare,” Sigma said before bending down, knowing that Nikolai’s desire to hump him dry would win against his nonexistent survival instinct, not even considering the outcome of Sigma’s reaction that might lead to cupcakes ending on the floor.
Nikolai waited until Sigma straightened and put the casserole for cupcakes on the counter so that he could wrap his hands around Sigma’s waist. He put his chin on Sigma’s shoulder and kissed his neck. “Thank you, Siggy,” he whispered with an unusual and genuine gratitude. Still, he pressed himself on Sigma’s ass, not wanting to let this opportunity pass.
“Mhm,” Sigma mumbled, leaning into the kiss and tilting his head. Not a second passed until Nikolai turned him around and slammed his lips against Sigma’s, not hesitating to cup his ass.
“Sigma had enough for today. I did too," Fyodor mumbled from the couch. Not that he had any interest in this - he didn’t want Sigma to stress himself, nor did he want to make this month so special - but the sounds of them kissing were loud enough for him to look up from the book he was reading. It was rather distracting.
“Cupcakes are still hot,” Nikolai mumbled against Sigma’s lips, without the intention of Fyodor hearing him. “Sigma is too. He won’t burn me, though,” he chuckled into the kiss and continued his mission of savoring Sigma as his appetizer, ignoring the fact he already had him as a proper meal just a few hours ago.
“First time your brain works,” Fyodor mumbled and returned to reading.
“Join us?” Sigma hummed into a kiss.
“No need. Unlike Nikolai, I do not need sex to function. I got enough for today,” Fyodor answered, without any desire to potentially trigger Nikolai's needs until he decided to take them to bed and finish them off.
Nikolai pulled away from the kiss, his hand shifting from Sigma’s ass to the front of his thighs, raising his apron and glazing his hands over his soft skin. The sight of Sigma’s ass in those shorts was inviting and made him think of all the unholy positions he could get him in. Too bad Sigma demanded no distractions when he was baking.
“It must be so hard not to fuck every day,” Nikolai taunted Fyodor, hoping to provoke him, but instead receiving only an unamused hum.
“Perhaps if you let me top, I would have complied.”
Perhaps the meaning of Fyodor’s words is that bottoming is considered a sin of submission. Unholy at that. If he tops, the sin isn’t his but Nikolai’s. Not that Nikolai cares, though.
They were a strange duo. While Nikolai was hypersexual, Fyodor was asexual, without any need for sex. Nikolai would fuck whoever offers, and Fyodor would never make love with someone who he doesn’t have some connection with. Once Sigma joined, and they became friends with benefits, he quickly became the balance of the two – matching Nikolai’s horniness and Fyodor’s need for emotional connection.
“You’re asking for too much,” Nikolai mumbled, leaning down to kiss Sigma’s neck.
“I’m sweaty,” Sigma breathed out.
“I couldn’t care less,” Nikolai chuckled and continued tracing his mouth over Sigma’s most sensitive places, gaining a whimper now and then, barely able to hold back from biting and sucking.
“I am not saying I desire it, though it would be a good change,” Fyodor simply answered.
And he doesn’t, that’s true. Yet he doesn’t complain either. Sex here and there can be pleasurable, can be intimate. Of course, if Nikolai’s only mission isn’t fucking them until they can’t walk, with the sole focus on sex itself. It might be diabolical to say that Fyodor enjoyed Sigma more because of the intimacy he can provide, without worrying he is sinning.
Once the cupcakes were cooled enough to be touched, and once he managed to get Nikolai off him, Sigma took them from the casserole and put them on the table, where bowls of different colored whipped cream were. Almost half of what they made has been eaten by Nikolai who didn’t hold back at showing his tongue skills at licking mixer hooks completely clean.
Sigma continued putting them in the small pastry bags. Yellow and blue were ready. Just the pink one was left, and they could finally decorate them with it. “C’monn, hurry up,” Nikolai whined.
“Respect his time,” Fyodor said back, not looking up from his book, “If you waited months for Sigma, you can wait five more minutes.”
“This sweet soul was worth the wait.”
“And cupcakes are not?” Sigma asked.
“They’re not as sweet as you,” Nikolai grinned. He turned his attention to Fyodor, “And, excuse me, but you’re not respecting his actions. Our Cupcake baked for us, and you’re there reading that shitty book, whatever it might be.”
’Fair enough.’
Fyodor walked to them and sat by the island of their kitchen, crossing his hands and leaning on the counter.
“You know, Sigma, we would have gotten you on that first night of our meeting if Fyodor wanted,” Nikolai said, remembering the first time they stepped into the Sky Casino, seeing an interesting manager to mess with.
“He would not enjoy it and would not be a part of the Decay if we did.” Fyodor needed a place for his work, and his palace wasn’t an option. But seeing the casino, all those rooms, and all the possibility of working there made him ask for Sigma to join.
Inviting Sigma in the Decay was spontaneous, so random that Nikolai was confused once Fyodor asked him to pay off his debt from the poker game he lost by working with them. After all, it turned out fine, and Sigma didn’t have much choice in the first place.
“I would rather go broke than give my body,” Sigma said back. Thinking about that day, Fyodor and Nikolai seemed scary. It was almost funny remembering just how frightened he was, considering his lovers pampered him daily these past months.
“Oh, I know Siggy, don’t you worry. I wouldn’t have fucked anyone without their permission.” It wasn’t a lie. As much as he wanted to fuck certain people, get in their pants, and suck them off; he wouldn’t go further with his teasing words and touches without consent. He was lucky he was attractive.
“You have no idea how much he ranted about you to me. It would be unbearable if I didn’t find you interesting,” Fyodor spoke.
“It was sooo hard to get you, but you were an interesting challenge. I knew you would give in, eventually falling for me,” Nikolai grinned, “And Fyodor.”
It indeed was hard to get him to let them touch him, let alone indulge in any intimacy. It took him months to be comfortable around them, to even develop a crush on them. He was a demiromantic who could not feel attraction unless he had a specific connection with someone, similar to Fyodor's case. They, however, were the first ones Sigma felt that attraction towards.
He thought about it sometimes, coming to terms that he developed this rejection technique because of the concerns that something was wrong with his body. It wasn’t easy to accept that he was different. Letting them know that they had a person who couldn’t bear to look at his mirror reflection in their hands was hard, yet after months of knowing them, he trusted them enough to let them see him. Fully.
Later on, Nikolai helped him through the body dysmorphia, letting him know that he wasn’t alone. He was determined to convince Sigma that nothing was wrong with him, that he is indeed a boy whose feelings are valid.
Once Sigma finished preparing the glazing, he made the first one for Nikolai. It was a pansexual flag, the same as his own that he made right after. Nikolai, surprisingly, didn’t bite into it the moment Sigma gave it to him. He just jumped in his chair with excitement.
“Since you said you don’t want me to overwork myself with all the colors, I got you sprinkles. They’re chocolate flavored, don’t worry,” Sigma smiled and put on the remaining uncolored whipped cream on Fyodor’s cupcake, opening the small bottle of sprinkles and sprinkling them on. They were pride colored. Since it was the pride month, it didn’t take long for him to find them.
“You are too kind.” And he was. Instead of getting those sugar ones he hated, Sigma took his time to go to the store and buy these ones. Fyodor didn’t want Sigma to be bothered by it. He doesn’t see the need for this in the first place. But he was grateful for Sigma’s dedication and his actions.
Suddenly, Nikolai stood up and ran to their room, returning with a bag of all kinds of pride flags. “Got these,” he said proudly and opened it. As expected, not careful enough. They spread all over the table, and some ended on the floor. He didn’t care for the mess, just the flags he needed. He found them and placed the pansexual flag on top of Sigma's and his own, adding the trans flag onto Sigma's. He'll make sure to make Sigma a trans cupcake later.
Cupcakes :3 I bet they were so deliciousss!! Sigma really has a talent
Nikolai decorated the trans one for sigma, well, tried decorating, haha
Happy Pride month from me too!! <3
~xPitki
Nikolai held out a gay flag in one, and LGBT in another hand, deciding on which to put on Fyodor’s cupcake, since Fyodor never really wanted to be associated with any of it. He chose the LGBT flag just because it matches the sprinkles.
“Is this not a bit much?” Fyodor asked.
“No amount of gay is too much,” Nikolai grinned back, pulling out his phone and positioning it over the cupcakes, taking the photo with skills just a person who pretends to be an internet celebrity has. “Now group pic!” he exclaimed and took his in his hand, signalizing them to do the same.
Sigma rarely smiled from ear to ear, but today, at this moment, in that picture, he did. “Awh, you look so cute~” Nikolai grinned as he exanimated the photo before turning it to Sigma to see, knowing he needed his approval to post it anywhere.
“It’s good,” Sigma nodded.
"And you," Nikolai turned to Fyodor, "can't you even put on a fake smile?"
“Sigma is happy with it. You can post it.”
It wasn’t a lie to say that he had a resting face on it. He did, and looked like an absolute Grinch, as Nikolai liked to point out, because he was one, just not for Christmas, but for pride month. Not that he is embarrassed, or that he is homophobic – but because of the unnecessary hype about all the labels that he doesn’t see as relevant. Why does one choose to trap themselves in the limited possibilities? There is no need for that.
“Such a Gayinch,” Nikolai scoffed but posted the photo.
Another of Nikolai’s random terms that wasn’t needed.
“Won’t you go to pride with us?” Sigma asked, bringing his cupcake to his mouth and biting into it, happy with the outcome.
“You act like he has a choice. I’m gonna drag him there,” Nikolai grinned and took a bite of his own, moaning from the taste. “God damn, they’re good.” It was a habit neither Fyodor nor Sigma understood. What’s with the moaning and eating? Just enjoy food in peace.
“If I must,” Fyodor mumbled a lie. A plan was already made – he’ll lock himself in his palace and ignore all the calls, pretending he fell asleep. He tried his cupcake. It indeed was delicious.
“You must. And I’ll finally buy you a gay flag.”
“I do not need it nor wish to have it. If people must choose the flag, it should be an LGBT one, not tons of others,” Fyodor commented.
“Unlike you, we’re proud to be who we are,” Nikolai said back, closing his eyes as he ate the last bite.
“I do not see pride parades as something necessary. If you want to put a label on your sexuality so badly, I would say you could identify as a holesexual. You put your dick at any hole you see.”
“Can both of you just enjoy the moment? There is no need to argue,” Sigma stepped into their conversation. He knew where it was going.
“At least I got game,” Nikolai hissed back.
“Not something to be proud of. Just the fact that you were scared to get intimate with any woman before was embarrassing,” Fyodor said, not fazed by the insult Nikolai wanted to throw at him. He isn’t a slut like Nikolai is, nor does he need sex to feel fulfilled.
“Please don’t?” Sigma tried again, and Nikolai huffed back at Fyodor. It annoyed him how he wasn’t willing to accept Pride Month, or this community as his own. Hell, he’s gay, and he acts like a total homophobe. He’s not even an ally.
What he heard today, and times before, is that Fyodor doesn’t see the relevance in pride parades or Pride Month to begin with. He especially hates the companies that use the ‘advantage of gays’ to gain more customers just because they release a ‘gay’ product, either it be something to do with Pride Month or simply coloring their package in rainbow colors.
The whole community didn’t make sense to him. He has a statement that people shouldn’t be divided into homosexuals and heterosexuals.
“Anyways,” Nikolai turned to Sigma and leaned over the kitchen island, “Happy pride month, Cupcake," he said and kissed Sigma. If Fyodor won’t do such things, at least he has him who is ready to listen to him babble about sexualities. Even though he didn’t understand half of it, he tried to.
Bonus scenario
“Have you ever been with a woman? Or felt any desire to be?” Nikolai asks. He has a mission, and that is finding out what Sigma’s sexuality is since Sigma never really looked any of them up.
“I didn’t have a crush on anyone before you two,” Sigma said back.
“What if I was a woman?”
“I guess it would stay the same if you did the same as you did with me as a man,” Sigma said, referring to Nikolai’s strong dedication for over a year to get with him.
“So, you don’t care about genders?”
“I guess not?” Sigma said, unsure.
“Hm,” Nikolai grinned, and an answer popped up in his head, “You’re pansexual Siggy. Just like me~”
“What?” Sigma furrowed his eyebrows, genuinely confused. “What do pans have to do with any of it? I’m not attracted to pans.”
Nikolai quickly got his phone and Googled ‘pans’, showing the picture of a silver one to Sigma. “Look at this one, isn’t it beautiful? You know, pans become hot when you play with them,” he gave Sigma a wink.
“You’re attracted to that?” Sigma made a disgusted face, full of confusion and concern.
That face made Nikolai break the character, laughing as Sigma stared at him.
“What’s funny?” Sigma hissed, “What kind of sexuality is that? Why are you laughing?” He was getting frustrated.
Once Nikolai calmed down, he began to talk, struggling to hold his laugh back, “You’re damn cute when you’re confused. But no,” he began typing again, showing Sigma a web page about pansexuality, “pan means all, which implies that you’re attracted to people regardless of what gender they are.
“Thank the Gods above,” Sigma hissed and took the phone from Nikolai, reading the definition, “And stop fucking laughing already!”
Notes:
Kudos and comments are welcome! They motivate us to write more!!
Chapter 5: Captured beauty
Summary:
“Photoshoot? It isn’t my day off,” Sigma yawned.
It wasn’t anything new. Once in a while, Nikolai would pull up that fancy-ass camera that he begged Fyodor for since high school and get them to pose for him in various ways. They do it one on one, just Nikolai and another, while the other receives those pictures later on. It took Sigma some time to get used to it and relax without much anxiety about how they will turn out. But with Nikolai promising he would delete any that Sigma doesn’t like (emphasis on Sigma, since he refuses to delete any of Fyodor’s photos), Sigma grew comfortable with letting Nikolai be his photographer.
Notes:
OKAY WE'RE BACK WITH NEW CHAPTER! My laptop crashed so I lost half of this chapter and had to rewrite it, but it's finally here!
AND WE CAN FINALLY SHOW YOU PITKI'S ART YAYYY, IT'S SO PRETTY, YOU'LL SEE
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Look at those! They’re gorgeous,” Sigma commented, pointing to the section full of lilac anemones on the right side of their picnic blanket.
Fyodor followed his gaze to the cluster of anemones, “They are indeed beautiful. They match with your hair,” he commented while brushing Sigma’s hair with his fingers, taking in the braid he had done prior and twirling it around his finger.
When Nikolai heard Sigma’s admiring remark about the woldflowers, he rolled his knees over his chest, pushing himself to his legs – a random gymnastics move. He does them sometimes. “They really do,” he agreed, his voice tinged with playful mischief, “But I think they would look even better in your hair, Sig.”
“Let them grow in their glory. They are going to wither in a few days if you pick them up,” Sigma sat up, his hair slipping out of Fyodor’s hands.
“C’mon, they’re just flowers. Plucking a few won’t hurt the patch. Besides, I have no problem killing anything or anyone for you. That includes flowers,” Nikolai smiled and bent over, taking the container where the grapes had been just an hour ago.
“No point in arguing with him,” Fyodor mumbled once Nikolai ran off, “If you want, I can arrange for some seeds if you want to grow them yourself.”
Sigma felt Fyodor’s hands around his waist, squeezing his sides and pulling him between his legs to sit comfortably. “I don’t have time to take care of them. I don’t even have a garden,” Sigma sighed. Even if he adored flowers, he couldn’t take care of them. He didn’t want to. The thought that plants could die because of him was too much to handle. Of course, he wouldn’t neglect them, but the place where they would be put wouldn’t have the basic requirements and would result in plants not growing how they should.
“Do you wish to have one?” Fyodor asked, thinking of the possibility of building one on the roof of the casino.
But Sigma didn’t get a chance to respond properly besides nodding as Nikolai appeared in front of them, presenting the container full of anemones. "Here you go, Sig!"
Sigma took a few from the container Nikolai had given him, unable to resist the feeling of the slender stems and soft petals, “Thank you,” he said quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite knowing they would soon be withering.
Fyodor looked at their side, noticing the now-empty patch where the anemones once grew, “You are a danger to parks and natural habitats. This section already looked a bit sparse before you robbed it. Maybe you should consider working in the vineyard instead. Somewhere where you’re supposed to take things from nature.”
“Better than that corn field you sent me on the mission once,” Nikolai cringed, remembering the morning after when Sigma pulled ticks from his ankles and legs while telling him he should have listened and gotten the proper boots for it. “Anyway… I couldn’t resist the chance to spoil our darling. When we’re at that- what flowers do you want, Fedya?”
Fyodor scanned the park, “Roses.”
Nikolai raised an eyebrow at Fyodor’s choice, “Roses? How romantic of you,” he said with a hint of mockery and turned to Sigma, covering the side of his mouth and faking the whispering, “Looks like our dear Fedya has a soft spot for roses. Seems a bit cliché, if you ask me. But I guess he’s a softie at heart,” he shrugged.
Sigma knows well what flowers he saw growing on the edges of the park where they walked to their picnic, and he couldn’t recall seeing any of the roses. “There are no roses in this park, though,” he let Nikolai know.
Nikolai let out an exaggerated sound of disappointment, “Oh, what a shame. And here I was, looking forward to seeing Fedya’s romantic side in full display.”
“Mother Nature had other plans,” Fyodor flashed him a smile. He wasn’t particularly fond of flowers, and roses might be cliché, but there were none here, and currently, they were his favorite solely because of that. This way, Nikolai won’t do any more damage than he already did by leaving one of the park sections empty.
“I’ll fuck Mother Nature in the ass to get to them. So, don’t you worry, I’ll get you your roses.”
He indeed did.
“I want all of them,” Nikolai hopped in place from the excitement of finding the men selling roses on their route back to the Sky Casino.
“Sir, we give those to people passing. We can’t give you all of them.”
“How about a dollar for each?”
And that’s how he got them, paying those men with Fyodor’s cash, just to pretend like he bought him a heartfelt gift.
Nikolai had a plan, a plan that kept him awake once he tried sleeping. A plan that would end up with an outcome that was worth picking up those anemones and buying those roses.
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“Stay right there, don’t move.”
“What?” Sigma groaned, still groggy and disoriented, opening his eyes and staring at Nikolai who was standing on the bed with his legs by Sigma’s sides. “Nikolai,” he whined and covered his face with his arm, “Can’t you wait for me to wake up?”
“I was waiting,” Nikolai smiled and dropped down to his knees, “But you looked too cute not to take at least one photo.” He clicked a few buttons on the professional camera (surprisingly not bought with Fyodor’s money, but being Fyodor’s gift to him) and turned it to Sigma to see the photo he had taken, “Aren’t you pretty?”
“I’m drooling on it,” Sigma muttered, not liking his relaxed face.
“Mhm, even better,” Nikolai smiled but left the camera gallery, “I should have woken you up with my tongue. That way you would have that pretty natural blush on your cheeks for today's photoshoot."
“Photoshoot? It isn’t my day off,” Sigma yawned. It wasn’t anything new. Once in a while, Nikolai would pull up that fancy-ass camera that he begged Fyodor for since high school and get them to pose for him in various ways. They do it one on one, just Nikolai and another, while the other receives those pictures later on. It took Sigma some time to get used to it and relax without much anxiety about how they will turn out. But with Nikolai promising he would delete any that Sigma doesn’t like (emphasis on Sigma, since he refuses to delete any of Fyodor’s photos), Sigma grew comfortable with letting Nikolai be his photographer.
“It isn’t but I won’t bother you too much. Just a few photos to make use of those flowers I took for you,” Nikolai leaned down and kissed Sigma’s cheek, feeling soft skin against his lips, “Your cheeks are like buns of the hamburgers from McDonald’s.”
“What’s that analogy?” Sigma muttered sleepily but hugged Nikolai and pulled him to cuddle against him.
“They’re soft,” as simple as that. But there was no time to waste, no time for them to sleep the whole morning. Windflowers wither with each hour, and Nikolai can’t let them get all scrunched up. He needs them fresh to match Sigma’s beauty. “Oh, and I made you breakfast, so you’ll eat in bed,” Nikolai hopped off.
He took the platter that he prepared and brought it to their room, waiting for Sigma to sit up and put it on his lap once he did. Sigma’s smile was as precious as ever. He has been served avocados on toast.
“You see, I’m capable of making it,” Nikolai grinned and shoved the coffee mug in Sigma’s free hand that wasn’t holding a slice of his unexpected breakfast.
“Thank God you didn’t try cooking eggs again,” Sigma said and raised his head to give Nikolai a kiss on the lips as a thank you for such a thoughtful action. Nikolai has tried it once, and the fire alarm woke Sigma and Fyodor up, making them rush to the kitchen only to see Nikolai’s awkward smile and him splashing the burned eggs with water.
While their lips were locked, Nikolai pulled Sigma's sleeping gown to slide off his shoulders, exposing his collarbone but keeping his chest hidden. Once he pulled away, he made sure that Sigma’s hair was out of the way of that precious skin and, without any prior warning, took the camera and pressed a button to shoot.
“Hey,” Sigma exclaimed, annoyed at himself for enjoying the breakfast too much to notice Nikolai’s actions. “I’m eating. Can’t you wait?”
“They’re just candid photos, Sigma. They capture the authenticity. It’s best if I catch you off guard and get a photo of you in your most natural state. I’ll delete any that you don’t like, all if you wish,” Nikolai said reassuringly and snapped some more. As always, he let Sigma see them, and, as always, Sigma looked the best on the first one where he wasn’t tense and wasn’t worrying about the result. They kept it. Sigma was satisfied.
While Sigma was in the bathroom, doing his usual morning skincare routine, Nikolai set the room for the photo session, making sure that the lighting and the backdrop were just right. He ruffled the comforter so that it looked soft and natural. Everything was in place – except for Sigma. The main star of the show.
Sigma came back with his hair brushed and his face shining flawlessly. If Nikolai had permission, he would have filmed those soft lips parting and letting out unholy sounds, that body arching in pleasure and legs trembling over his shoulders. But he didn’t. Sigma never did nor would permit him to film. Even this he would consider out of his comfort zone.
“Damn, baby, you’re looking gorgeous,” Nikolai grinned, “But, as petty as you look in that gown, I need you to strip down and lay on the bed. Trust me, you’ll look absolutely perfect with those windflowers in your hair and all over your body.”
Sigma felt a pang of self-consciousness at the thought of his chest being exposed. He would feel too vulnerable being completely naked in front of the camera. His insecurity welled up in him, and he covered his chest with his arms, “I don’t want my chest bare, Nikolai,” he said quietly, hoping another would understand.
“Sigma, sweetheart,” Nikolai said soothingly, “I won’t take a photo of your bare chest. I would ever. I’ll cover it up nicely with your hair, alright? If I make you uncomfortable at any point, just say, but I’ll make sure to cover up everything you want me to.”
Because Nikolai knew. He knew about Sigma’s insecurities. He knew what he didn’t want to be seen, what he wanted hidden. And knew that he would have to show him every single photo he took of him, just for Sigma to make sure he liked them. He was willing to be patient, willing to wait until Sigma was comfortable and satisfied.
Hearing the reassurance in Nikolai’s voice eased some of Sigma’s anxiety. He hesitantly slipped his robe off, pulling his boxers down and stepping out of them, “Where?” he asked, looking at the sheets Nikolai fixed and arranged.
“Wait, where do ya keep that glittery makeup thingy? Those silver sparkles or whatever?” Nikolai asked and turned to their bathroom, taking a step back to get a better look at the drawers and cabinets.
“Top cabinet to the left, why?” Sigma asked.
“They’ll fit,” Nikolai muttered and, before Sigma could turn around, put some of the glitter on Sigma’s shoulders with the first brush that he found in Sigma’s makeup collection. There weren’t many makeup products anyway, just a concealer and a pallet with neutral colors. It was just a necessity. Sigma may be a man now, but to have flawless skin had nothing to do with masculinity.
“Aaand… some here,” Nikolai added some under Sigma’s eyes.
“I’ll look like I’m crying,” Sigma muttered.
“Angels cry the silver tears,” Nikolai mumbled and kissed Sigma’s neck, regretting it the moment he felt glitter stick to his mouth, “Ew. Anyway, get to bed, Sig!” he pointed at the left side of it.
Once he had Sigma lying down, completely nude, he stared at him for a moment, admiring that beautiful body, those beautiful eyes that were looking at him and questioning him silently. Damn. Was it hard to control himself.
In any other situation, he would be on top of him, getting ready to make a pretty mess out of him, but today was the photo session time, and that meant that sex wasn’t an option. Not before and not after. He wanted Sigma to feel as comfortable as possible, and he could not have achieved it if Sigma thought this session would lead to sex. So, Nikolai pushed the unholy thoughts away. Still, he got on top of Sigma and straddled him, but with the sole purpose of fixing his hair and letting it fall over his shoulders and breasts.
“Alright, that’s done. How do you feel?” Nikolai asked, staring back at the eyes full of curiosity and anticipation, with a few hesitant sparks.
“It’s okay if my chest is covered,” Sigma said back, trying to look down at his body. Once he raised his head enough, a few strands fell from their previous positions.
“Blossom, I need you to stay still if you want the hair to cover you, ‘kay?” Nikolai asked softly, kissing Sigma’s forehead and fixing the hair again, “There we go, just like that. Good boy,” Nikolai praised him when Sigma settled into the previous position.
The praise sent shivers down Sigma’s spine, making him unable to move a muscle. If he wants that praise, he needs to keep still, and he will, for the sake of a few gentle words without the undertone of mockery that Nikolai has when they make love.
Nikolai let himself glaze over Sigma’s stomach and down his thighs, just to feel the soft skin beneath his fingertips for a moment. He got the box of windflowers and carefully placed the first one on Sigma’s bent arm in the elbow. He positioned Sigma’s hand as he wanted it, silently telling him to keep it here.
Next, he moved Sigma’s legs, bending one in the knee and gently setting it down, “Good, okay, just hold that position for me,” he commented, putting a flower under Sigma’s knee. “Now one over here, so you won’t feel exposed,” he muttered and put the anemone over Sigma’s pussy.
Sigma moved on instinct, “It tickles.” It wasn’t a drastic movement, so the hair stayed in place, but his legs did twitch at the unexpected feeling.
Nikolai smiled, “Close your legs a little,” he instructed and made sure to put it on Sigma’s thighs.
“Just a few here… and there… and voila!” Nikolai exclaimed happily, getting off the bed to see the masterpiece that he created, or rather an atmosphere for the art piece to rest in.
He connected the camera to his phone with Bluetooth, putting his phone on the edge of the bed to see the same thing that the camera would capture. He opened two portals with the use of his overcoat to get the camera as high as possible. He felt proud every time he did such a thing. It was useful to have this ability. If he wasn’t an assassin, he would be a famous photographer who could work as a drone without needing any machinery. Regardless, it was a fun hobby.
“I need you to look at the camera for me. Alright sweetheart?” he asked, smiling once Sigma listened, “Good job, just hold it right there.” And the first picture was taken. The second one followed.
Before he could do more, Sigma stirred and raised his head, “Can I see?” he asked, not sure what to expect but sure he wanted some insight into what he looked like, to know what to change.
“You don’t have to move, I’ll show you,” Nikolai said and moved to him, showing him the picture on his phone, “Aren’t you an angel?”
Sigma stared at himself on the screen, not knowing what to say. Nikolai had an unusual ability to take the best photos from the best angles, making him and Fyodor look like gods. This one wasn’t an exception, and yet Sigma had a small complaint about his fingers being positioned weirdly.
So, they photographed another and another, and a few more, until Nikolai had a whole gallery. In the end, they chose the best one. The one to which Sigma had the best reaction and that was – silence. He stared at it for so long, searching for any imperfection. And yet, he found none. “It’s… beautiful,” was all he said.
Hii omg we can finally show you this art! :D It's one of my favourites, I'm really proud of it. Sigma just looks so perfect here AHHH HE'S SO HANDSOME AND PERFECT AND PRETTY!!!!! I will post a bigger full image at the end of the chapter! :D I hope you like it as much as I do ^^ ~xPitki
“You are beautiful, angel,” Nikolai whispered before hissing his cheek, “That’s you, honey, you that made this photo so beautiful and special. My muse.”
Sigma melted, instantly wrapping his arms around Nikolai’s neck and pulling him in for a hug, whispering, “Thank you.”
Sigma and Fyodor take opposite shifts here and there to keep the business going smoothly and without problems. People, or rather criminals, from the last floor have full trust in them and barely seek any help from the other employees. This week was the same, so Sigma went to work when Fyodor was off his shift. Good. Perfect even for Nikolai.
The moment Fyodor walked through the door, he got a phone shoved into his face. Nikolai was vibrating with excitement. The phone was shaking in his hand due to it.
“Where is ‘Hi, Fedya? How are you doing, Fedya’?” Fyodor questioned with a hint of sarcasm, expecting some type of Nikolai’s bullshit to appear once his eyes focus on the phone. And yet, when they did, he saw Sigma in a state that could only be described as beautiful. Even ethereal.
“Isn’t this a good enough welcome for you?” Nikolai grinned when he saw the way Fyodor’s pupils dilate. He even had a smile on his lips once he looked at the photo closely.
“You got him to pose for you like that?” Fyodor asked, now taking Nikolai’s phone out of his hands so he could see all the details he might miss if he left it in Nikolai’s shaking hand.
“Oh, I did!” Nikolai replied with a satisfied smile, “It took a bit of persuasion, but I got him to relax and let me take a few pics. Isn’t he an absolute beauty?”
Fyodor let out a soft hum in agreement, eyes scanning the glitter under Sigma’s eyes, the same as his eyes themselves, “He is exquisite. You have a talent for picturing beauty, Nikolai.” He indeed does. Whatever that photography class taught him, it taught him well.
“I know,” Nikolai grinned, aware that he was a good photographer even if he had just a simple setup and used it just for fun. He pulled his phone from Fyodor’s hand and took a step forward, just an inch from Fyodor’s face. He brushed a strand of Fyodor’s hair back and lowered his voice, “But I think you would make a beautiful subject too, Fedya. In fact, I don’t think, I know you will.”
Fyodor mirrored him and smirked back. Today was a good day, not stressful in any way, a perfect one to let Nikolai do as he pleases, at least with photos. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”
Nikolai smiled at Fyodor’s cooperation, “Remember those roses I got for you? Yeah, I want to use them to photograph you if you’re down.” He took hold of Fyodor’s chin and lowered his head, just to look up and kiss Fyodor’s lips. It wasn’t as heated as his usual kisses, but it wasn’t just a peck either. The right amount of admiration that would soon be increased once he gets Fyodor to pose, exposing all his beauty rather than seeing just the pretty face.
When Nikolai pulled away, Fyodor couldn’t help but ask, “How do you plan to pose me?” with a smile.
“I have a few ideas in mind,” Nikolai said back, already imagining all the photos he would take, “But first, I need you to undress. I want the roses to be the only thing that covers you. You can keep the boxers, though. I’m shooting from waist up.”
Nikolai parted ways with him and went to the kitchen to get those roses that he bought. Fyodor followed to put his phone, keys, and wallet on the counter, then took off his shirt on the way to their bedroom, assuming that the photoshoot would take place there. Sigma got a photoshoot on the sheets, and he will get one too, if he could read Nikolai’s intentions well enough.
When he saw the new black sheets on the bed, he knew that he was right. Sigma had white underneath him. It made him wonder if Nikolai begged Sigma to change them before going to work or took his time and did it himself.
He didn’t need to wait long to get his answer. He didn’t even have to ask because Nikolai walked in and instantly praised himself for the job that he had done prior to ensure that the photoshoot could take place right away when Fyodor came home, “I changed them! I was sweating all over. It’s so difficult! For no reason!”
“Who would have thought that your passion for a photoshoot could make you do the chores,” Fyodor snickered, then pulled his pants down, revealing black boxers.
“Don’t have a studio. I had to improvise,” Nikolai explained, putting the roses on the bedside table and seating himself on the floor with scissors in his hand. Fyodor stared at him as he cut the petioles off most of them, leaving just a few untouched that had thorns. He never focused on things this deeply and never committed to such an action like photoshoots. He may be close when they make love, but he is an expert and a natural at that, so it comes with ease without much thinking.
When he was done, he turned his head in Fyodor’s direction while getting up, ordering, “Lay down for me, Fedya.”
While Fyodor was getting into the position he was aware Nikolai would fix later on, Nikolai got the camera from the other side of the room and put it on the bed, getting on it and straddling Fyodor who was lying on the black bedsheets. Even like this, without altering his body to Nikolai’s liking and without roses covering his naked body, he looked ethereal. Now Nikolai was sure the decision to put the black bedsheets was right because he could see first-hand what the contrast between them and Fyodor’s pale skin looked like. Better than he imagined.
He took Fyodor’s arm, making sure to avoid grabbing his wrists, and moved it to rest on his chest. “Now tilt your head a little,” he ordered and smiled in satisfaction when Fyodor listened. Perfect. Just like he wanted.
Nikolai extended his arm toward the bunch of roses that were resting on the bedside table to take a few, then gently started putting them in the places where he thought they would look the best. They will cover some of Fyodor’s skin yet still make it stand out in the photo.
“Are you sure you know what you are doing? Those roses are delicate things. You wouldn’t want to accidentally prick me, hm?” Fyodor asked, more to tease than out of concern. He already cut them, yet some of them had longer petioles that could still have thorns on them.
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing, Fedya,” Nikolai smiled, “Don’t you worry, I’ll be gentle. I wouldn’t want to ruin such a beautiful canvas.”
What poetic words rather than vulgar ones, Fyodor thought. “I did not think I would hear that from you, especially directed to me. You do not usually associate me and gentleness in the same sentence.” He doesn’t, that was true. Nikolai barely gives Fyodor a break and always makes sure to break him or give everything to his power to come to that point. But this wasn’t sex. It was so much more. So much more intimate and fun. At least to Fyodor.
Nikolai smirked at those teasing words, putting a few roses to the side of Fyodor’s head, then directing now free hand to Fyodor’s chin to raise it slightly, looking down at him with adoration. Not lust, but adoration. “I can be gentle sometimes, even if you find it hard to believe. My plan right now isn’t to break you but to make you look like an angel rather than a fucked out devil that’s grumpy because I didn’t go easy on him.”
He traced Fyodor’s jaw from ear to his chin, then let his hand wander lower to Fyodor’s chest. “And don’t push your luck, Fedya. I might change my mind.” With that, he flickered his nipple, gaining a surprised yet satisfied gasp.
Getting a startled reaction, Nikolai went further and leaned down to lick and suck on it, wanting to gain another gasp or even a moan. He didn’t, just got Fyodor’s comment in return, “Keep your attention on the photoshoot. And your intention. If you keep going, you will have me in a much different state than you wanted.”
“Oh, c’mon. You’re a well-known composed guy. You won’t break just because I sucked your nipple, will you? Take it as a challenge,” Nikolai teased, smirking as his tongue circled over.
Though soon enough, Nikolai went back on track and raised his head up to continue putting roses all around Fyodor’s body and his chest, not caring to wipe his saliva from it. If the camera pictures it, even better.
When he was done, he hopped from the bed and turned his back to fix the camera's settings to the ones he liked. Once he turned back, he saw a sight that got him to stop and stare intensely like never before. He would wonder why Fyodor took one of the uncut roses in his hand, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment and was grateful Fyodor provided him with such a sight he could use for a photo. There was a small trail of blood coming from Fyodor’s finger, indicating that he pricked himself. Intentionally or not, it didn’t matter.
“Don’t move,” Nikolai ordered, took his phone, and connected it to the camera as fast as possible to see what the camera that he was holding with his hand through his portal would capture. That was all done in just a few seconds. The only sound that could be heard was the one of pictures being taken.
“You act like my blood is worth millions,” Fyodor remarked with a small smile, feeling as if he was worshipped at the moment. He never wished to be, yet Nikolai admiring him indeed was a pretty experience, same as exciting one.
“It is, to me because it’s beautiful, and to others who want you dead,” Nikolai grinned back, then ordered yet again, “Keep that smile.”
So, Fyodor did. After all, it was genuine.
Since Fyodor wasn’t as picky as Sigma (not that there is anything wrong with it, of course), he let Nikolai choose his favorites instead of picking. They took a few more, and Nikolai was more than satisfied. Rather than taking all credit for himself as he would with any other thing, he praised Fyodor for being a perfect model. He chose the last two poses by himself, and they turned out better than Nikolai could imagine.
Here's another!! This time it's not fully my artwork since the original was made by Creantzyy ! Go check their art, it's absolutely stunning. Tho I made an edit of it to fit this chapter and I think I did a good enough job! This one I will also post at the end so make sure to read this chapter fully hehe :P ~xPitki
Sigma’s fate of the phone in the face was already decided. Nikolai did the same thing as he did with Fyodor, not wanting Sigma to walk into the apartment before giving his attention to the photos he took of Fyodor first.
After a minute of observing the photo Nikolai presented, taking in the contrast that he edited like a professional and roses that did a good, even perfect job, of covering half of Fyodor’s skin, leaving the other part exposed, Sigma said with a whisper, “That’s beautiful. He is beautiful.”
“I know, right? I have the prettiest lovers in the world!” Nikolai grinned and kissed Sigma on the cheek, then brought his hand behind his back and pulled out two printed photos from his overcoat. Sigma’s and Fyodor’s, “Two more in my collection!”
Fyodor would realize Sigma came home regardless of Nikolai’s hand that was transported to the bedside table to take those photos because Nikolai was practically yelling when praising them. In just a second, he was at the door to greet Sigma.
Out of sole focus on the photos in his hands, Nikolai couldn’t hear the footsteps, so Fyodor had time to kiss Sigma before breaking the silence, “I had to go to my office to print them. I will buy us a new printer since our printer broke down.”
“Please don’t buy an expensive one. We don’t need a printer worth as much as our apartment,” Sigma commented, aware that Fyodor always chooses the best things when he buys. Money was not an objective to him when it came to his partners. If Nikolai needs a printer to print out those photos, he will get him the best one there is.
“You do not need to worry about it,” Fyodor smiled then turned to Nikolai who was examining those photos like they were gold since for him, they were.
“You have us in front of yourself,” Fyodor commented and kissed him on the cheek, letting him know that he has a chance to admire them right here and right now.
“Can I have you two naked?” Nikolai raised his head, shooting a grin and a questionable look to Sigma, hoping he would get them to bed as fast as possible.
“I’ll eat dinner first, thank you,” Sigma answered and walked up to them, giving Nikolai a peck before walking to the kitchen, knowing Fyodor made sure that the meal he was about to eat was as healthy as it could be, the same as delicious.
Nikolai couldn't keep his mouth shut, so he added, “And then I’ll eat you for dessert.”
Notes:
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Chapter 6: And the summer begins with the taste of your lips
Summary:
It was expected of Fyodor to find the luxurious house he could for them to stay while on vacation. At first, Sigma said he didn’t need to rent a literal mansion, but Fyodor informed him that mansions usually have more than three bedrooms. When Sigma asked how big those bedrooms were, it became obvious that the luxury was in question. Maybe not a mansion, but a luxurious house nonetheless.
It wasn’t the first time Fyodor had done such a thing, but renting a private beach was indeed a first. Sigma might be humble, but he was grateful for it since there wouldn’t be people looking at him while enjoying the vacation.
To make it even more impressive, that house, the same as the beach, was on an island.
- or FyoSigLai beach episode
Notes:
I don't know how many of you are reading The new Angel of the Decay, but for you who do, this might as well be an apology chapter where they are happy. I know the fic is angsty af, and I actually wrote this to take a break from the angst in the new chapter ahahah. I was on the vacation with my gf for five days so I thought of writing DoA trio on one. But sadly, she didn't want to be bothered with the photoshoot I wanted to do of Siglai :(
Also I'm not adding a date cus I'm afraid I'll fuck the timeline up, but it's enough to say it's their first vacation while in a relationship. And yes, the title is CAS song inspired.
ANYWAY, ENJOY!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Does it look like I have a chest?” Sigma asked, turning to them and leaving the mirror behind to reflect his back. He had been analyzing his body for a while, worried he didn’t pick the right swimming suit. When he asked what to wear for cover and comfort, Fyodor suggested a one-piece swimsuit with sleeves and shorts. The other advantage of it is that Sigma’s skin wouldn’t have to deal with the Sun since not a single ray would touch his back or front that way.
Nikolai eyed him up and down, then stepped to the side to get a good look at Sigma’s behind that mirror was reflecting, “What chest? I only see an ass.”
“It’s a serious question! And stop staring!” Sigma huffed and extended his hand to take the shorts he bought in the men’s section. Yes, the swimming suit was a good coverup already, but those shorts will make him look and feel like a real man.
“I am certain Nikolai’s chest is much more visible than yours. It fits you perfectly, dear,” Fyodor remarked, eyeing him while he stepped into his shorts.
“Fine,” Nikolai grinned, closed his eyes, and instantly reached to touch Sigma’s ass, “If I can’t stare, I’ll feel.” He managed to pull him closer and squeeze it, instantly eliciting a surprised whimper.
Sigma’s hand didn’t take long to shoo his away, “You can do whatever you want when we get to the destination. I need to pack all the things I need, so let-“
He was silenced by the kiss Nikolai pulled him into. Heated as always but short and sweet.
When Sigma was finally free to go, he pulled the shorts up and tied them around his waist, taking a quick look in the mirror before rushing off to the bathroom to pack all the oils he had that would be useful to use while on vacation.
With that, Nikolai flashed Fyodor a smile, “Soo… do we have that pool ring?”
“If you are talking about the one that we used three years ago, no,” he answered, earning a pout from Nikolai. After enjoying it for a second or so, he added, “We do, however, have two new ones. Thanks to me, who remembered to buy them. If you were in charge, we wouldn’t have any.”
“Yippie!” Nikolai exclaimed, jumping in place, “By the way, you don’t have to carry the pump for them. I can inflate those myself!”
“How long will that take?” Fyodor asked, remembering the last time. Nikolai might have healthy lungs, but having to inflate two pool rings is quite a task that could end up with him out of breath.
Nikolai shrugged, “Does it matter?”
“I will bring the pump.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Sigma’s yelling from a bathroom, “Does that mansion have an iron I can use for my clothes?”
“It is a five-star apartment. Of course there is an iron,” Fyodor yelled back from the living room.
“Good,” another yell before he focused on the task of packing everything for him and some of the things for Nikolai since he, for one reason or another, didn’t bother packing anything except the number of boxers he would need. Whether he counted them or threw them in the suitcase while relying on his eyes, they have yet to find out.
At first, Sigma said he didn’t need to rent a literal mansion, but Fyodor informed him that mansions usually have more than three bedrooms. When Sigma asked how big those bedrooms were, it became obvious that the luxury was in question. Maybe not a mansion, but a luxurious house nonetheless.
It wasn’t the first time Fyodor had done such a thing, but renting a private beach was indeed a first. Sigma might be humble, but he was grateful for it since there wouldn’t be people looking at him while enjoying the vacation.
To make it even more impressive, that house, the same as the beach, was on an island.
That is how they ended up on a boat that, of course, Fyodor had rented previously. Sigma was mesmerized by the sea the moment he saw it. So impressed that Fyodor regretted not going on vacation to the seaside last year. While he was looking at the water and observing the beauty, Fyodor and Nikolai were fighting over who gets to drive the boat.
Fyodor’s first argument was that he had rented it, the second one was that he didn’t trust Nikolai to drive it when he couldn’t even drive the car, and the third was that he never did before. When asked, “Why do you think you can simply drive a boat?” Nikolai answered with, “I literally drove it before.” The only real argument he had, except the ‘it’s fun’ one.
“If you are referring to the time when I sent you on a mission to the island of that millionaire, I do not trust you a single bit. You may have driven that boat, but you came to the shore drunk and fucked out. Not to mention that I literally paid you a private boat with a private driver. What happened to that?”
“Found friends, got drunk, fucked them,” Nikolai grinned, then added, “And drove a boat.”
’Drove a boat.’ That statement implies that he didn’t start one, which means this can be either humbling or at least interesting. Going by that logic, ready to prove Nikolai wrong, Fyodor stepped away from the helm, “Sure. Start it.”
Nikolai hummed in approval, feeling way too confident about it. Without a second thought, he pushed a button that seemed to be the right one. Nothing.
He tried again with the other one, launching the boat forward and turning around the second Sigma yelped and held onto the railing that was the closest. He scanned the two, coming to terms that Nikolai by the helm can’t exactly be safe for either of them, “Why is he driving?” he asked Fyodor, wanting to gesture to Nikolai but being afraid to part his hands from the railing.
“Because he, apparently, knows what he is doing,” Fyodor mumbled, turning back to observe what his ‘boat expert’ lover was doing at the moment.
“What does this do?” Nikolai asked and took the red wire, ready to pull it and see for himself.
It took only a second for Fyodor to get Nikolai’s hand off that, pushing him to the side, or rather trying, to finally be able to drive them where they had to be, “For God’s sake, can you let me start the thing? I will let you control it later on.”
With a quiet grumble, Nikolai stepped back and decided to sit beside Sigma, bringing his arm over his shoulder, “I’ll keep you safe, don’t you worry.”
“From what? From a good boat driver?” Sigma asked but leaned into the touch.
“From the water getting you wet. Only we can do that,” Nikolai winked but instantly composed himself when the boat launched forward the same it did when he tried driving.
“Did his head hit the railing behind him?” Fyodor asked, back turned to them.
“Sadly, no,” Sigma answered, gaining a pout from his lover and a hum from the one who actually started the boat properly, driving it to wherever they were going.
As promised, or rather told, Fyodor gave Nikolai control of the boat in the middle of an ocean, sitting at Nikolai’s place to be able to catch Sigma if Nikolai does anything he is not supposed to and, accidentally or not, has too much fun for their liking.
Eventually, Fyodor took the helm in his own hands and brought them back to the direction they were supposed to go with the help of the islands around. Even if there were none, Sigma would be sure Fyodor would find a way somehow.
When Sigma saw the size of the house they would be staying at, he couldn’t help but comment, “That’s a mansion, Fyodor. That’s a mansion. Don’t lie to me.”
“That is a five-star apartment or a house if you prefer,” another answered nonchalantly, still maintaining the same attitude as before. For him, this wasn’t particularly expensive; it was simply a large and luxurious house.
The moment they parked the boat at the small private pier, Nikolai stepped out and took his shirt off, getting ready to jump in the water. Though, he had a task only he could do. “Nikolai, take our luggage to the house.”
Of course that earned Fyodor an annoyed whine, “Can’t it wait?”
“No. It can’t. We have a whole week ahead of us here. You will have plenty of time to do whatever you wish once we unpack the things and get comfortable.” Not that Fyodor minded, but they have been in the Sun for quite a while. Luckily, it was still the morning, and they were wearing their usual clothes, so the Sun didn’t do much. However, knowing Nikolai, if he jumped in the water, they wouldn’t be able to make him go out for quite some time.
“Fine,” another piqued, then extended his hand, waiting for one of them to throw him his overcoat. He might be able to carry those suitcases on his own, but Nikolai never does more work than needed. Once his overcoat was in his hands and suitcases were put on the pier, he covered Sigma’s one and transported it and himself to the front door of the house. He did the same with Fyodor’s and then with his bag.
While he was doing so, Fyodor and Sigma made their way to the sand beach, which was rented just for them to enjoy. Not that Fyodor needed to see it; he already saw the pictures and knew the location, but for the sake of Sigma being impressed, he let him explore.
If asked, Fyodor would much rather go on the stone beach. He preferred the water being crystal clear over the one that mixes with the sand. What he couldn’t deal with either were the particles of it that ended up where they shouldn’t, the same as the awful feeling of sand sticking to his feet when getting out of the water. But knowing Sigma would much rather have the freedom of running around with bare feet than worry about stepping on the wrong stone, he rented this one. For Nikolai, he wasn’t worried. Nikolai only needs water to have fun and relax. And a pier that he can jump off. For his own enjoyment, he made sure the house had a pool in the backyard.
He concluded he made the right decision when he saw a smile on Sigma’s face when he stepped on the beach with bare feet for the first time. He had never been at the seaside out of fear he wouldn’t look like a man to the people around, nor did he ever properly swim in the water as he would soon enough. Now that there were no people who could judge, Sigma felt comfortable enough to enjoy himself like he should have a long time ago. If only he expressed his wish earlier.
Though, something was missing. And that was Sigma’s hat. Fyodor had carried it until now, but judging by Sigma’s fascination, he wouldn’t be able to drag him into the house soon.
With that, he stepped to him, putting a fancy white hat on his lover’s head, “Do you like it?”
Sigma nodded, turning to him and giving him a smile that spoke just how happy he was to be here and take a well-deserved break in the presence of his two lovers. Not fully comprehending that he had his hat on, he wrapped his arms around Fyodor’s shoulders and leaned in for the kiss. The hem of the hat between them made it impossible to lock lips against each other’s, but Fyodor simply raised his hand to tilt it back, allowing Sigma to kiss him freely. He mumbled, “I love it,” between soft pecks and said “thank you” with the last one.
“Always,” another answered.
“Can I jump now?” Nikolai yelled from the pier in a tone full of anticipation. He had done what they asked of him. Surely Fyodor would let him. And if he doesn’t, Nikolai will do what he wants anyway. He asked out of principle more than anything else.
“You’ll get your shorts wet,” Fyodor answered back.
“This is a private beach, right?” Nikolai asked a hypothetical question he knew the answer to from the moment Fyodor said where they would be going. He undid the bow of his shorts and pulled them down, same as his boxers, “Does this satisfy you?”
The two looked his way and sighed at the same time as one another. That should be expected of him. “It’s not a nude beach,” Sigma remarked.
“It is now.” With that, he jumped in the water, finally doing what he wanted from the start.
They let it slide. It was indeed a private beach and could be a nude one if they’d like. The advantage of it was that it was surrounded by small cliffs from each side, which meant that no one on that island in other houses could see them in any way. And if some boat on the open ocean accidentally sees Nikolai naked, it’s their problem.
After Sigma walked up and down the beach three times with water to his knees, he complied with Fyodor’s request to unpack first. They left Nikolai to do whatever he wanted and swim as much as he would like as they made their way to the house, with Nikolai whining for them to stay, of course.
“Mansion,” Sigma remarked once again when Fyodor turned the key and opened the door.
“House,” another answered, stepping in and admiring the interior. It wasn’t exactly his style, but it was modern and functional. That was all that mattered, “There is a pool in the back, a billiard table, and a private bar to the right. Kitchen and living room to the left. The bedrooms are on the upper floor.”
“Literally a mansion.”
“There is also a five-star restaurant down the road. We are free of charge, the same as others who rented houses on this island. It is like a big complex,” Fyodor remarked. Not that he wasn’t ready to cook if needed, but he wanted them all to relax as much as possible. Since they wouldn’t be going to the restaurant every day for every meal, he took into consideration that there was a grocery store of some kind if they needed anything for their stay.
“Complex for the rich,” Sigma concluded.
“You are rich, Sigma. But you are also humble. These two weeks off work are something you should spend how you want, not caring a single bit for the cost. We have enough.”
“Yeah, we are millionaires,” a breathless voice behind them stated.
Sigma turned, being flashed by Nikolai’s naked form. Without meaning to, his eyes locked on Nikolai’s bottom.
“Want something?” Nikolai questioned with a smirk.
Well, he wouldn’t exactly complain if Nikolai gave him something right now and right here. His muscles were looking quite good, even too good, with water droplets on them. But, out of embarrassment, Sigma looked away and defended himself, “It’s staring at me!”
“Nah, you are staring at it,” Nikolai laughed.
Fyodor eyed him up and down, concluding by him being dripping wet and out of breath that he didn’t use the coat to transport this time. “You left your coat at the pier.”
Another looked back, whined, and turned around. How he managed to leave it was a question he didn’t know the answer to. Perhaps he was too invested in swimming and jumping that he forgot he had it with him. Unusual but certainly a sign that he was and will continue having fun. When something is so exciting as being at the beach, Nikolai forgets even the things he would never do.
“And your shorts. Wallet and phone in them too,” Sigma yelled.
“He didn’t bring his wallet,” Fyodor corrected him. Like he will need one when they are with him.
Apparently, he didn’t bring his shampoos or a toothbrush with him, either. He forgot despite Sigma telling him he didn’t have enough space to pack them in his suitcase and reminding him not to forget four times in total. But overall, the unpacking went well. Fyodor nor Sigma forgot anything, if we don’t count Nikolai blaming them for his stuff that they didn’t pack.
Soon enough, they got ready to go to the beach, and Nikolai took it upon himself to inflate the pool rings as he said he would. He managed to do one, basically hyperventilating at that point. When he started to inflate another, Fyodor gave up on waiting and got the pump he brought, saying how he would rather do it himself than have his lover pass out because he couldn’t blow the pool ring up.
“I can blow you without any problems, though,” Nikolai remarked, eyeing Fyodor’s shorts, hoping for a positive reaction that he wouldn’t be getting. Fyodor simply answered with, “Not now,” which implied that Nikolai would eventually get to it.
“Do you two know I also have a floatie to inflate?” Sigma asked. He had bought it when they were busy finding a ‘perfect pair of shorts to match with Sigma’s’ since the one Sigma took didn’t have their sizes.
“Thanks to me, we have a pump that can do a job just fine, even better than Nikolai.”
“Oh, fuck you. I am capable of blowing anything up. I just need time,” Nikolai commented breathlessly.
“I already said no. Perhaps Sigma would want to.”
“Not now,” Sigma repeated Fyodor’s words while pulling his bathing suit up.
“Can I fuck you two in the water though? That’s gotta be hot,” Nikolai flashed them a grin.
“First of all, water isn’t exactly the best lube you can use, and second, I don’t think you can exactly touch Sigma in that body suit of his,” Fyodor remarked, and Sigma tilted his head, satisfied Fyodor spoke for him. Not that he would mind getting dirty in the water, but that wasn’t the first thing he wanted to do. He couldn’t wait to finally swim and have fun. Sex can wait.
“Then I guess we’ll have to go skinny dipping,” Nikolai shrugged, hoping that would take place as soon as possible.
But it didn’t. Not yet.
They packed water, snacks, Nikolai’s goggles, sunscreen, and beach towels. Fyodor added his book and a pack of cigarettes, finding the scenery of the beach too nice to pass the opportunity to smoke. Not that he smoked often, but once in a while, on places he adored.
Each of them brought their floaties and put them aside once they reached the beach. Fyodor got himself a beach chair and brought it under the tree shadow.
“Sunscreen, sweethearts,” he informed them, getting Sigma to instantly take the bottle and squeeze some on his hand to coat his body. The last thing he wanted was to get sunburnt.
“I don’t need that shit. The Sun fears me,” Nikolai answered, sure of that fact.
“Don’t be a pussy. At least let me put some on your back,” Sigma commented and took a hold of his wrist, “Sit.”
“Real men wear sunscreen. Sigma wears one. Therefore, you should too,” Fyodor smiled at him, remembering how Nikolai’s first argument was always ‘men don’t need that’ when they went where it was needed. Almost always he would end up with sunburn and whine about it for days.
Eventually, they got Nikolai to sit down. Sigma finally had his hands on his back and rubbed the sunscreen over it.
“Can you use your nails?” Nikolai asked, feeling the slight scratch that Sigma had done accidentally.
“That wouldn’t be effective,” Sigma informed him, “I’ll give you back scratches later.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Sigma managed to sneak his hands to Nikolai’s front, caressing his abs and muscles, manipulating him into thinking that was his intention rather than rubbing sunscreen over them. Thankfully, Nikolai didn’t notice a thing, just enjoyed the feeling, and even tried guiding Sigma’s hand lower.
But Sigma managed to get away with a simple “Later.”
The next one was Fyodor, who was much more compliant. With that, they were fully or partly ready to go into the water.
Nikolai was the first to do so. Without any restraints, he sprinted into the water and jumped on his back when he couldn’t run through it anymore, leaving the two on the shore. It would be a lie to say that Fyodor didn’t find the water freezingly cold. Luckily for him, Sigma did too. Perhaps not to the extent he did, but he wasn’t the one to run and throw himself in the water as Nikolai did. No. He took one step at a time, adjusting to the temperature.
Nikolai wasn’t having it. He swam to them and took Sigma’s hands in his, pulling him forward, “C’mon, get in. It’s not that bad when you start swimming.”
“But it’s cold now!” Sigma yelped, raising himself on his toes as Nikolai pulled him into the water to his waist.
“Drama queen,” Nikolai smiled and gently splashed him, earning another high-pitched scream. When he saw it was way harder than he thought it would be, he stood up and went for a hug with the intention to get Sigma partly wet (no, not in that way, not this time) and make it easier. Sigma let out another yelp but hugged back, finding it somehow refreshing.
Nikolai started rocking him slowly, taking steps back and pulling him into the deeper water. Eventually, Sigma stumbled and fell on his own, shivering at the sensation.
“Okay, now Fedya!” Nikolai exclaimed and turned to his lover, who was still standing in the water to his knees, rushing towards him as fast as he could, “You’re even more of a drama queen.”
Fyodor stepped back, extending his hands to somehow change his fate and stop Nikolai in his tracks, “Don’t you dare.”
Nikolai simply smirked, pulled him to himself by the forearms, hugged him, and threw Fyodor and himself into the water. Fyodor had no time to complain after the hiss at the sensation since Nikolai already sealed his lips and kissed the unnecessary comments away.
Once Fyodor managed to pull away, he decided it was for the best to get Nikolai’s head under the water and teach him a lesson. Since Nikolai was laughing, it wasn’t surprising that it got into his mouth, making him cough when he got the ability to breathe.
“I drank worse things than salty water,” Nikolai coughed out.
“Sure you did.”
Fyodor tried to stand up, but Nikolai pulled him deeper, guiding them both towards Sigma, who was doing… acrobatics? No, really, what was he doing?
“You good, hun? What ya tryin' to do?” Nikolai asked, eyeing him as he kicked his legs and was doing… something with his arms and hands.
“Swimming,” Sigma answered breathlessly, fighting to stay at the surface in order to block the water from entering his mouth or splashing him in the face.
Nikolai let out a chuckle, “Are you sure you know how to swim?”
“Yeah, I saw-“ he stopped to take a breath, “Puppies do it.”
Nikolai burst out laughing, finding it unbelievable that Sigma thought that is how humans swim. Of course, he doesn’t blame him, but it was funny as hell.
“Sigma dear, you are not a puppy,” Fyodor took matters into his own hands, tiptoeing to him and gently taking his hand, gesturing for him to relax. His smile wasn’t invisible, but he was way more composed than Nikolai who was laughing his ass off to the fact Sigma didn’t know how to swim properly.
Sigma looked at him in confusion, “Then how do you swim?”
“Since Nikolai swims like a maniac, we won’t use him as an example.” In all truthfulness, Nikolai has good potential and great form, but he swims front claw with such force that everything is splashing around him. “What we will do is swim like this.”
He let Sigma go, knowing Nikolai would be right by his side. He knew right since he appeared behind him and pulled him up, holding him so that Sigma wouldn’t have a chance to drown.
Fyodor didn’t mention that the technique he would be showing is called breaststroke for the sole purpose of the name but showed him regardless. After receiving a small peck on the cheek by Nikolai, Sigma tried, finding it way easier than whatever he was doing before.
With their help, Sigma managed to swim with them into the deeper water and had fun like never before. It felt so nice being so free and doing whatever he wanted. The bathtub they had might be big, but it wasn’t a pool. Sea was the next level.
Eventually, Fyodor left them to have fun on their own, saying how the water began being too cold for his liking. He would much rather enjoy the scenery and good smoke, read a few pages, and drink the white wine that was stored for them in the fridge by the owner who rented them the house.
The only time Nikolai went out of the water was to get goggles and the floatie. He wanted to show Sigma how wonderful the sea life can be in the deeper water where there are stones and fish. Sigma was indeed impressed, a little scared of the big fish they saw, but overall excited over the experience. It didn’t disappoint.
As the day went by, Nikolai was hoping they would eventually agree to go skinny dipping since he had been begging them for it the whole day. But Fyodor had other plans: to go to the restaurant and dine as luxuriously as they could, promising him that they would go tomorrow if Sigma agreed. He agreed but had a request: for them to let him wear a shirt so that his chest couldn’t be seen or felt in any way.
After another whole day of trying to keep it in his pants on the beach, they finally let him have his fun and decided to go while the Sun was setting. That resulted in Sigma finding the water way colder now since the Sun wasn’t warming it as it did throughout the day.
“Need some warming up?” Nikolai smiled, gently raising his wet and cold hand. That didn’t help at all, yet a feeling of Nikolai’s fingers behind his ears did a trick, warming his cheeks. What sent another wave of warmth down his body was Nikolai leaning in and whispering, “How about we go deeper, hm? I promise you that you’ll feel so good.”
“How?” Sigma asked with a shiver, “Fyodor said water isn’t a good lube.”
“Oh baby, by how wet you’ll be, I don’t think the lube is necessary,” another sly whisper, another shiver, and a step deeper.
Once Sigma managed to finally get into the water to his collarbones, Nikolai pressed against him, making sure to align his already hard cock (for God knows how long now) so that it can sit under Sigma’s pussy, between his legs, for him to feel.
Sigma’s face instantly flushed red, and his gaze fell on the water, slightly darker due to the lack of the Sun yet clear enough for him to see what Nikolai wanted.
“C’mon, touch,” Nikolai encouraged him, “Don’t be shy.”
With that, Sigma exhaled a soft breath and wrapped his hand around it, giving it a small pump. It felt weird doing it underwater, but it seemed that Nikolai liked it. The moment Sigma slightly squeezed, he let out a shaky breath, “Want me to get Fedya to finger you while you jerk me off, cutie?” A positive answer can easily get Fyodor into the water and be a motivation for him to step in more than just wetting his ankles.
When Sigma nodded, Nikolai instantly raised his head and yelled, “Hey Fedya! Sigma wants your fingers.”
Just like he thought, it worked in his favor, or rather Sigma’s, since he would be the fingered one. It took a while, a few strokes and squeezes of Sigma’s hand, until Fyodor finally bit back and got in, trembling as he wrapped hands around Sigma’s waist, “You two are lucky I love you.”
The same as jerking Nikolai off fingering was weird underwater but not unpleasant. Perhaps even better. Sigma knew that even before experiencing it today since the baths they would take would sometimes end with him being fingered. The pressure that water can create is interesting and brings so much pleasure, more than it should.
Even if Fyodor was just one finger in, Sigma was already a mess. Not just because it felt nice but because Nikolai aligned his cock to press to his clit. It didn’t help that it slightly moved since Sigma was jerking him off.
“Can you take another?” Fyodor whispered into his neck, not afraid to give it a peck.
Sigma nodded and added, “Leave a mark. Please.” Now that he has no work to worry about for the next two weeks, he can enjoy having hickeys and showing them off to people who would see him on that island. They are strangers, not related to work in any way. And he is a proud boyfriend who doesn’t get a chance to show off whose he is when he’s at work.
Even if it wasn’t directed to him, Nikolai instantly locked his mouth around the opposite side of his neck, allowing Fyodor to do what Sigma asked, the same as doing it himself.
Sucking on the neck and another finger entering at the same time got Sigma to let out a high-pitched moan and his hand to squeeze around Nikolai’s base, making him grunt into his neck. Sigma might not be able to keep the pace steady, but it makes it even better. Nikolai couldn’t enjoy anything more than his lover being flushed and flustered, struggling to keep a firm grip and consistent strokes.
It didn’t take long for Sigma to start shaking like a leaf, supporting himself with his left hand on Nikolai’s chest, feeling all the muscles. His hand stopped jerking Nikolai off, but Nikolai didn’t mind a single bit, even encouraging him to finish, breathlessly whispering, “Cum for us, bunny.”
With a needy and satisfied moan, Sigma did. His whole body jolted, now out of pleasure rather than the coolness of water since that was long forgotten; his body was literally burning with all the sensations he experienced in the last few minutes.
Now Fyodor was the one to speak, or rather praise, “Good boy.” But he didn’t pull out. His fingers stayed in place, gently moving so that Sigma could feel pleasure but not be overstimulated. Fyodor knew how to do that the best.
“Relax,” Fyodor instructed him, gently shooing Sigma’s hand from Nikolai’s cock to take a grip himself and finish the job. After all, Nikolai was on the edge just by Sigma’s hands, and Sigma’s moans definitely brought him even closer to the orgasm. Fyodor might not be as skilled with his left hand, but he for sure can get him off.
That was proved when he came at the fifth pump with a satisfied smile, throwing his head back as the cum rushed out of his tip between Sigma’s legs. Not that there was much of it since water pressure didn’t let him let out everything, but it surely was enough to get Sigma concerned.
He slightly wiggled to let Fyodor know that he should pull out, and when he did, Sigma instantly splashed around himself and mixed the cum with the salty water, letting out a relieved sigh.
“Don’t tell me you never peed in the sea, too afraid it won’t mix with the water,” Nikolai laughed.
“Wh-? Who does that?” Sigma frowned in confusion.
“Everyone?” Nikolai chuckled, sure of his statement, “It’s literally normal.”
Fyodor shot him a judging look that Nikolai couldn’t miss to comment on, “Oh c’mon. Don’t act like you never did. And you would also cum in the sea too if I fucked you right now.”
“No need,” simple but honest answer. The only thing Fyodor needed at the moment was to get out of the cold water and finally stop freezing. That he did.
The week ahead of them was relaxing as much as it was exciting. Since they had a pool at the back of the house, they kept getting wet (in both ways, but specifically by actual water) even if they weren’t wearing swimsuits.
An example was Nikolai buying three water guns and getting ready for a literal war. It just so happened that Fyodor was passive in it and brought a book outside to keep them from splashing him in any way since he made it clear he wouldn’t take it lightly if his book got ruined. Well, more for them. They fought over who should have the gun that was intended for Fyodor to use. The agreement wasn’t in sight, so Fyodor took it upon himself to end the complaining and whining of both and put it under his patio chair.
Even if Sigma wasn’t as much of a runner as Nikolai, the hot ground of the patio motivated him to run around more than he would ever, describing it as ‘burning’ while Nikolai didn’t mind it the slightest bit. After all, water will cool them down and wet the floor.
Another thing they did was teach Sigma how to jump from the pier. Headfirst, specifically. It took way too long for him to do it right since he was scared to do so, but overall, they had fun.
Somehow, Fyodor managed to meet ‘another smart rich guy’, as Nikolai would describe him, that needed the favor of killing someone. Out of respect towards Nikolai, Fyodor declined until their vacation ended, or rather their break of two weeks. They deserve it. Whatever needs to be done can wait.
We can’t forget to mention the sexual fun they had. Of course Nikolai insisted on bringing all the sex toys, but they declined, saying there was no need to bring that much. He spent an hour in total thinking about the three that he could take since that was the limit.
One of them was the vibrating egg with a remote. Another was a butt plug (well, not exactly one, but Nikolai insisted that two butt plugs can be counted as one), and another vibrating dildo that wasn’t of much use since Nikolai would rather use his own dick.
What is important to say is that all of those were waterproof.
That’s how Sigma ended up with a vibrator in him and Nikolai with a butt plug up his ass. Fyodor was the one to control the vibrations while they played a water game where they kept a small ball from falling into the water (barely possible with stimulation).
Overall, the vacation went perfectly. The only negative thing is that Nikolai got sunburned. It was expected, honestly. He didn’t let them use sunscreen on him, saying that he didn’t need it every day for the whole stay. Luckily, Sigma brought oils that could help.
On their way home, Fyodor let Nikolai drive that boat of theirs around the open ocean. What he didn’t expect was for him to stop it and jump into the sea, saying that they shouldn’t rush going back home. While it was true that they had another week off work, Sigma was starting to miss the casino, and for Fyodor, a week was more than enough. Two against one. But they let Nikolai have this last swim, hoping he wouldn’t complain.
Notes:
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Chapter 7: A bad day and a loving evening
Summary:
“That’s not the point!” Sigma hissed, “We don’t have time to talk about sex and the possibility of it solving world hunger or whatever. Fyodor is still annoyed and won’t even acknowledge us. I want to change that.”
“Yeah, sure, how? It’s obvious nothing is doing it for him,” Nikolai crossed his arms over his chest. If he wasn’t as desperate, he would, indeed, go on to talk about how sex can solve world hunger, but, like Sigma already said, that was not the point at the moment.
“He likes us dolled up, right? Well, we will doll up. Stop wasting time and find something fancy,” Sigma huffed out, yet stepped closer to Nikolai and looked him dead in the eyes, “And stop arguing with me. We’re in this together,” then pressed a kiss onto Nikolai’s lips and turned around, ready to doll up the best he could in hope that would get Fyodor to loosen up a bit.
Notes:
For Pitki <3
A little something that wasn’t planned but is here! This was an idea we had long ago and talked about on Tiktok. It was a hard find but we managed to dig it out for me to write, hehe. In short, Fyodor’s pissed. And Sigma and Nikolai need to change that. Enjoy! (- Sky. Cas.)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
As always, the moment Fyodor walked through the door of their apartment, Nikolai rushed to him, was ready to give him a heartwarming hug and exclaim his excitement, perhaps even complain how he was bored to the core while he and Sigma were working at the casino.
Usually, Fyodor would simply let him do as he pleases, hug as tightly as he wants, but today…
An arm was extended, and a hand was put on Nikolai’s chest before he could come even close to hugging him. At that, Nikolai stumbled back, looked at Fyodor in question, and asked, “What?”
“Do not. Share your enthusiasm with anyone except me.”
Fyodor can be cold, but never this freezing. He’s never this grumpy, never this avoidant and serious. While it is true that Fyodor can get mad and annoyed, he never uses this tone of voice with them. Even when Nikolai is a pain in the ass, he always uses words, never avoids touch like he did now.
“I wanna hug you, though. It’s been so lonely until Sigma came,” Nikolai explained himself while the smile on his face was slowly fading away.
“Hug Sigma,” Fyodor said without hesitation, withdrew his arm, and bent down to remove his shoes. If it was a regular day, as it appears is not for some reason, Nikolai would have stepped behind Fyodor and ground hips against his ass to tease, to make a joke after a day of hard and serious work. But it was not. Fyodor was, indeed, in a terrible mood, which meant that his jests wouldn’t do anything except annoy him more.
Weird. So weird.
While standing there, frozen in place, Nikolai pondered what he could have done to deserve such treatment. Perhaps it was because of the last night when he pushed Fyodor over his limits? No, that can’t be; Fyodor still kissed him on the cheek in the morning when getting out of bed. Maybe it has to do something with him stealing a drink at the bar today?
When he thinks about it, that wasn’t a problem Fyodor ever pointed out. He has been stealing drinks without paying for quite some time, yet the only upset one was Sigma (until he got used to it and let the bartenders know they can write the price in the system to be paid for later). Perhaps today, the bartender forgot? Perhaps it created some kind of a problem?
“Is this about that Sex on the beach?” Nikolai questioned with caution, ready to hear all about it and be scolded like he hadn’t been for quite some time.
“It has nothing to do with you, or Sigma,” Fyodor snapped, stepped out of the left shoe, and straightened up, already on his way to the bathroom. Knowing him, he is probably planning on taking a shower as he sometimes does after work.
“You sure?” Nikolai questioned once again.
“Positive.”
And just like that, the door locked behind him.
With hundreds of thoughts swirling in Nikolai’s mind, he took a step back, turned around, and decided to question Sigma about it. Maybe he knows something. Maybe something happened at work that he isn’t aware of and should be?
As he entered the bedroom, he was met by a questioning gaze of Sigma who was currently picking out white clothes to do the laundry on the bedroom floor. He might have not overheard them, but he noticed the confusion of Nikolai’s and the expression on his face that he usually doesn’t wear; there was no smile, no excitement. Weird. So weird.
“Where’s Fyodor? Didn’t he come home just now?” Sigma slightly frowned, leaned back with a white shirt in his hand, and tried angling himself to be able to see the entrance of their apartment. When he realized he wouldn’t be seeing anything using this tactic, his gaze was back to Nikolai, “And what’s up with you?”
“Better question; what’s up with Fyodor? Did you not tell me something I should know?”
The confusion was now two-sided, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I don’t know the casino work that you two are doing,” Nikolai defended himself, “Did y’all have some idiot that made some mess or something? Because Fyodor is pissed as fuck, and I know nothing about it.”
“Not that I know of?” Sigma scrunched his face, slightly offended by Nikolai’s accusation that he should have said something about something that he wasn’t even aware of, “What did he say?”
“He said it has nothing to do with us. So, I’m guessing something happened,” Nikolai explained, though, if he’s being honest, Fyodor didn’t give enough information for him to even explain to Sigma what the problem was. All he knew was that Fyodor was mad. At what, because of what, and why, he didn’t know.
That got Sigma to question if something did happen. In half an hour a lot can happen. Perhaps it did, and he was unaware. Therefore, he got up and asked, “Where is he?” ready to find out and deal with the mess that might have been created outside his working hours.
“At the bathroom. Don’t bother. He doesn’t want to talk,” Nikolai sighed.
“I’ll ask him.”
It took Fyodor a good 15 minutes to get out of the bathroom in his bathrobe. Nikolai, too scared to question Fyodor himself, silently observed him as he walked to the bedroom. And Sigma, with a basket of white laundry on the bed, decided to find out what had happened.
When Fyodor reached the bedroom, the question landed right away, “Did something happen at the casino? Should I clock in and deal with it?”
“No,” Fyodor said in an instant, walked to his side of the closet, and reached to pick clothes he would be wearing for the day.
That made Sigma question if Fyodor was being honest. He’s usually calm and reserved and usually stays working an hour longer if there’s an issue, but Sigma could only guess that today isn’t Fyodor’s day, and he doesn’t want to deal with something that was a drop that overfilled the cup. Therefore, he decided to offer his time and energy instead, “It’s really not a problem. I’ll deal with it the best I can, on my own. You don’t have to do anything about it or work more, I can-“
“Nothing happened,” Fyodor answered coldly once again.
“What’s wrong?” Sigma practically whispered.
“It has nothing to do with you, or Nikolai. I am fine,” Fyodor said, much more harshly this time, as if annoyed that his lovers are full of questions that he doesn’t want to hear, less alone answer to.
“Okay,” Sigma mumbled. Pushing it now would just lead to Fyodor getting more cold, so it was for the better to simply let him do his own thing. But the next thing he planned on doing was to cook lunch. And that… yeah, he doesn’t want Fyodor in this state to cook. So, he offered, “Do you want me to cook today instead while you rest?”
“Do I look incapable of making us lunch?” Fyodor shot him a glare, obviously offended by the fact that Sigma thought he couldn’t do a simple thing as cooking lunch. Even if that glare lasted only for a second or two, Sigma froze in place regardless.
Fyodor was, indeed, pissed. Like never before.
“No, of course not,” Sigma defended himself after he gained voice once again, looked at Fyodor with an apologetic look, and explained himself, “I just thought that you needed some time for yourself, to help you, and you know, do chores so that you don’t have to.”
“Chores are the least of a problem at the moment,” Fyodor answered, pulled out pants and a shirt, and undid the bow of his bathrobe.
Realizing that it would be pointless to question further or suggest anything else, Sigma simply mumbled, “Okay,” and decided it was for the best to leave Fyodor on his own, at least for now until he and Nikolai figure out what to do to get Fyodor back into his usual mood instead of… whatever this is.
“So?” Nikolai asked once Sigma walked out and slumped on the couch.
“’It has nothing to do with you, or Nikolai’, and ‘Nothing happened’,” Sigma sighed, cuddled closer to Nikolai, and leaned his head against his shoulder, “I offered to cook lunch, and he declined. Not even normally like he usually does. He’s really not okay, for some reason.”
“I told you so,” Nikolai mumbled.
The next two hours were hell. They tried to come up with something that would cheer Fyodor up. Sigma made him coffee that Fyodor didn’t want to touch because ‘he usually doesn’t drink coffee at this hour’. Nikolai offered to sit through one of Fyodor’s boring movies that he sometimes turns on, but Fyodor declined because ‘he wouldn’t watch it anyway’. Sigma, once again, offered to take on the task of cooking but Fyodor instantly said no and shook the pan so harshly that it left Sigma wondering how the fuck food stayed in it.
When the lunch was finally ready, and when they sat at the table, they turned to dire measures: clasped hands together as Fyodor does every time to say a quick prayer, hoping that would make Fyodor a bit happier. They were wrong. Oh, so wrong.
“I must ask, who are you two praying to?” Fyodor interlocked his fingers and leaned onto the table, eyeing the two with such annoyance that it startled both of them.
That got them to pull themselves together. Arms instantly dropped to their sides. Sigma took the upper hand and apologized for something that he didn’t see as wrong until now with a quiet “Sorry,” and lowered his head down until Fyodor once again closed his eyes. With a guilty expression on his face, he looked at Nikolai, who shook his head in confusion, slightly annoyed at Fyodor’s comment that wasn’t necessary, at all.
After that, the silence stretched further.
It has never been this quiet in their apartment. Even if it sounded peaceful, all of them were aware it wasn’t anything of the sort. Fyodor was still mad at something, still didn’t give a reason, and Sigma and Nikolai were still confused to the core, almost desperate to do something, anything, to get Fyodor back into his old self. It was stressful, oh, so stressful guessing what to do and what not to do when Fyodor was like this. It seemed as if nothing could get him to feel better.
However, after another hour of sitting in silence and exchanging confused looks while Fyodor was reading, Sigma silently captured Nikolai’s attention and shook his head into the direction of the bedroom. Nikolai being Nikolai, probably thought that Sigma was initiating intimacy with Fyodor, therefore gestured at the grumpy lover and frowned, as if saying ‘do you see him? He’s gonna edge the hell out of us if we bring him to the bedroom.’
Sigma shook his head back, mouthed ‘not sex’, got up, and gestured for Nikolai to follow him. Thankfully, he did.
When the door closed, Sigma flickered a finger on Nikolai’s forehead, “Do you associate bedroom just with sex? I know that wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m not dumb.”
“Maybe it would, though,” Nikolai mumbled, offended that Sigma thought how sex wouldn’t be a good idea, because it could be a good thing to let Fyodor unleash some frustration this way, however… “Just that I don’t feel like letting Fyodor top.”
“No, it wouldn’t. He isn’t a ‘sex can fix everything’ type. And you know that. I don’t know why you still claim sex can solve every problem on Earth,” Sigma frowned.
“Yes, it actually can. If someone-“
“That’s not the point!” Sigma hissed, “We don’t have time to talk about sex and the possibility of it solving world hunger or whatever. Fyodor is still annoyed and won’t even acknowledge us. I want to change that.”
“Yeah, sure, how? It’s obvious nothing is doing it for him,” Nikolai crossed his arms over his chest. If he wasn’t as desperate, he would, indeed, go on to talk about how sex can solve world hunger, but, like Sigma already said, that was not the point at the moment.
“He likes us dolled up, right? Well, we will doll up. Stop wasting time and find something fancy,” Sigma huffed out, yet stepped closer to Nikolai and looked him dead in the eyes, “And stop arguing with me. We’re in this together,” then pressed a kiss onto Nikolai’s lips and turned around, ready to doll up the best he could in hope that would get Fyodor to loosen up a bit.
“Okay,” Nikolai mumbled back, well aware that they are, indeed, in this together. However, he can’t pretend like this whole day didn’t piss him off. It’s just how it is. It took him a lot of self-restraint not to talk to Fyodor the same Fyodor has been talking to him today. If he was mad at him for some stupid reason, he probably would have. But, knowing Fyodor is mad at someone else, or something else, it wouldn’t be justified. Therefore, he kept his tongue tied. He wants normal Fyodor back, after all.
The two found outfits in no time. It wasn’t hard; they just had to pick what Fyodor bought them to wear to fancy dinners and events. For Sigma, that was a white set that contained luxuriously decorated pants and a vest of some sort. For Nikolai, that was a deep red suit with shiny details and feathers.
“Do you know what Fyodor loves listening to?” Sigma questioned.
“I don’t know, some classical music or something like that, without lyrics,” Nikolai shrugged.
“I know he loves classical music, but which?” Sigma asked once again, knowing damn well that he was asking the wrong person. Nikolai doesn’t know a thing about classical music either, less alone the names of those songs when they don’t contain any lyrics.
“Well, we will find out,” Nikolai answered, fetched his overcoat from the bed, and buried his hand into it. In the next moment, he pulled up Fyodor’s phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and went into the search history.
“You scare me sometimes,” Sigma sighed, yet still stepped closer to see what Nikolai would find as a result. This wasn’t even the best Nikolai could do; he hacked multiple systems and helped Fyodor with some coding things multiple times. He knows how it’s done, which is kind of scary, considering he uses the skill to find out about the lives of people that he’s sent to kill once in a while.
“I’m glad,” Nikolai grinned, bit his tongue in concentration, and scrolled through search history until he saw some links to the classical music site Fyodor uses when he wants to search for music to play, “Bingo.”
Now that that was done, all they had to do was get out of the bedroom, face Fyodor, and hope for the best. Nikolai got the task of putting the music they found on the TV, and Sigma got the chore of bringing wine and three glasses from the kitchen.
The moment the door opened, Fyodor commented with gaze locked on his book, “Bold of you to assume I would not notice you stealing my phone.”
“I think the reason is justified,” Nikolai clicked his tongue, confident in his words. After a whole day of being serious, a smile was back on his face. He won’t let this fail. They will get Fyodor in a better mood. They need to.
“Reason being?” Fyodor asked once again, still not looking up from the words that he possibly wasn’t even processing. Perhaps reading a book was an excuse not to communicate with them from the beginning, but that was not the point at the moment.
Nikolai fetched the TV remote, pressed the button to turn it on, and instantly gained another complaint, “Can’t this evening pass in peace?”
“Oh, shut up. You’re gonna love this,” Nikolai brushed his comment off, lightly jumping in place while waiting for the TV to turn on. When it did, without wasting any more time, he went into the search bar and searched the exact same page they saw Fyodor was using.
Without hesitation, Nikolai pressed the ‘sign in’ button and typed in Fyodor’s password like it was his, pressed the playlist at the top, and smiled in Fyodor’s direction.
The first sound of a violin got Fyodor’s gaze to shoot up in an instant. Now he was the one confused. He finally looked around, took in Nikolai’s outfit, saw Sigma walking to the coffee table in front of him in that gorgeous white set, putting on glasses and opening up the bottle of wine, and stared. Stared at the two.
“Aren’t we just the most beautiful two men in the world?” Nikolai commented with a cheeky grin, running a hand through his hair and down his braid, only to pull the hair tie off and let his hair down, “Don’t you just adore us?”
“I got the one you bought not long ago,” Sigma said as he poured some red wine into the glass and extended it to Fyodor, “I hope it’s the right one.”
Fyodor took the glass with no complaints, still disoriented and confused at the sudden change of atmosphere. The music was to his liking, the outfits were as gorgeous as they were when they were trying them on for the first time, and the wine was more than the right choice. The best one Sigma could get. This was… well, it was… enjoyable.
He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, all while his gaze was locked on the hair that Nikolai let down. Whenever he does so, it always looks so angelic. In a deep red suit, he himself even looked like an angel. The same as Sigma did.
“Care to dance with us?” Sigma asked with a smile so unsure that it got Fyodor to realize how cold he must have been towards them that even now, when they had done everything they could, prepared something that they knew Fyodor would like, Sigma was scared to ask.
“Come to the dance podium with us, Fedya,” Nikolai exclaimed.
This offer couldn’t be passed on. Out of everything that happened today, this was something he didn’t expect would get him to calm down a bit. After that man straight up pulled him by his wrist to stop him from leaving, after him being defensive when Fyodor pointed it out, and after a whole day of thinking about it, before him was the hand that never would have pulled him back by his wrist. The hand of someone who, no matter how mad or annoyed, never ever would have done such a thing.
The hand that Fyodor now took. The hand that led him to the middle of their living room, the ‘dance podium’ as Nikolai called it. In no time, Nikolai’s hand gently wrapped around his waist, almost as if asking if he could do such a thing.
Fyodor allowed it. He allowed Nikolai to gently swing him side to side, allowed himself to lean into the touch that he wanted to avoid today, yet found peace in now.
“Can I hug you?” Sigma asked behind him, arms just waiting to land on Nikolai’s that were already hugging Fyodor’s waist.
“You may,” Fyodor mumbled, instantly feeling Sigma’s arms and his head falling onto his shoulder.
Breath tickled his neck, and then a whisper came, “We’re sorry if we were a bit over the top today. We wanted to bring you back. We don’t know what happened, but we’re sorry about that too. You don’t have to tell us, though.” A kiss landed on his shoulder.
Another was planted on his forehead, “Did we get our Fedya back? Was our performance good enough?”
“You are on the good track,” Fyodor answered, now much calmer than he answered to other questions of theirs earlier in the day.
“Good to hear,” Nikolai smiled, gently pulled him out of Sigma’s reach, and twirled him around, earning himself a frown from Sigma.
“Oh, c’mon, not you too,” Nikolai grinned, pouted back jokingly, took Sigma’s hand, and twirled him around just the same, deciding to lead the dance of the three.
That went on all until Fyodor allowed Nikolai to take his cheeks and raise his head up; until Fyodor himself leaned into the touch and allowed to be kissed. Of course, the next thing Nikolai had done was turn Fyodor towards Sigma and let them dance alone for a minute or so, only to go and get himself a glass of wine. It wasn’t here just to be looked at, after all.
As it turned out, the evening did end up with sex, yet it wasn’t the one they would usually have; Nikolai decided to use his joker card and put the mocking aside for tonight. That got Fyodor to allow him to top, which was a win for both of them. Sigma got the prince treatment too and was gently fingered by Fyodor, all until Fyodor came and Nikolai decided he didn’t have enough, therefore pushing Sigma down onto the sheets and making him feel the love just the same.
But the cherry on top was that Fyodor fell asleep cuddled on Nikolai’s side. That was the thing that let them know that they had their Fyodor back, truly. They perhaps even got more of Fyodor than it was in their plan since he usually prefers to fall asleep on his own on his side of the bed, unlike today.
Notes:
It always ends up with sex when it’s them smh
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Chapter 8: Our vision of you
Summary:
“Mind explaining why you’re staring so intensely?” Fyodor asked, narrowed eyebrows, yet looked at him with gentleness, as he usually does, taking a drag.
“Nikolai told me to look at you and pay attention to your beauty,” Sigma practically whispered.
Apparently, not only is Fyodor’s heart having problems with working properly, but his lungs too. Even if feeling like he would choke to death on the exhale of smoke, he managed to clear his throat and pretend like it was nothing. In reality, this startled him just the same as Nikolai’s words did back when having sex, or… well, perhaps making love for the very first time. Fyodor doesn’t know what to call it yet.
Sigma pushed himself from the railing and came closer. Gentle soft hands came to rest on his cheeks, and eyes full of admiration found his, “He’s right. You are handsome. I didn’t stop and admire you for such a long time. I don’t do that enough.”
Notes:
Okay, I know I've been not so constantly posting recently, but I came back, and will deliver the new chapter of DOA game nights soon, too! Let me cook for just a few more days.
But anyways. Me and Pitki got the idea from the Game nights, and of course, my ass couldn't help but to take a break and write this. It takes place before they got together, but really closely to it. In this one, we made each of them express, or at least, realize, their feelings. So, a bit of... wholesome angst? But not angst really? Just confusion? You'll see! Enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
For someone as drunk as Nikolai at the moment, he surely had quite the coordination when it came to sex. At first, Fyodor hesitated to let him, considering he seemed way too out of it and unable to even sit straight. But, as it turned out, Nikolai knew what made him weak. With a few kisses on the neck and a few licks over the nipples, Fyodor was indeed hard. Even this undone, Nikolai noticed and took the chance to prep him. If he’s being honest, Fyodor let him only because Nikolai insisted. No, not on sex, but on him. Even when Fyodor told him that Sigma would be back from his everything shower in a while, Nikolai insisted that he didn’t want Sigma, but him; that tonight, he wants him.
“Need help?” Fyodor mumbled after the third time Nikolai missed his hole, mostly because his whole body was swaying from side to side.
“No,” Nikolai breathed out, closed eyes, and somehow managed to focus on it and get it past Fyodor’s rim. Fyodor fully expected to be fucked into instantly, yet Nikolai, after God knows how long, decided to take his time tonight. Perhaps because the alcohol in his system didn’t let him do otherwise, or perhaps because of something else, but Fyodor doubts that.
With every slow trust, Nikolai started to find the rhythm, and eventually managed to somewhat steady his body and stop it from swaying. When he finally bottomed out, he leaned over Fyodor and went for a kiss.
“Oh, God knows who you kissed today,” Fyodor mumbled and stopped him before he could lock lips onto his. Fyodor expected him to smirk, smile at least, and make a comment that he already kissed him with the saliva of others after many night outs. Yet no smirk, smile, or comment came.
Nikolai made that face of pure confusion, “I didn’t”. If he wasn’t drunk and if those raised eyebrows were a sign of faking innocence, Fyodor would simply roll his eyes and let him get that kiss. Yet with confusion as real as this one, Fyodor didn’t know what to do. Even his answer sounded convincing.
“How come?” Fyodor asked with a gasp when Nikolai unintentionally moved his hips to steady his position over him, “Where were you, even?”
“I found someone but he left before I could catch him,” Nikolai mumbled, slurring the letters, then looked at Fyodor’s mouth as if hungry for that kiss and begged with a whisper, “Let me? Please?”
Fyodor didn’t answer, just simply took the back of Nikolai’s neck and pulled him down. The kiss itself wasn’t as coordinated as Nikolai’s kisses usually are. This one was sloppy and tasted more of different alcohols mixed than sweets he usually tastes of.
“Could have used an Overcoat, though,” Nikolai shared thoughts out loud like Fyodor wasn’t there. When Fyodor thinks about it, yeah, Nikolai could have done many things. He always takes what he wants, so why did he even let this guy go? Alright, he shouldn’t be thinking about Nikolai’s bar interests while he’s slowly pounded into. It just takes from the experience.
With slow but somewhat steady thrusts, Nikolai managed to straighten up over Fyodor again. Their eyes locked, and… well, Fyodor didn’t think Nikolai’s drunk gaze could be this intense. It would always be empty, either with pleasure or simply because his mind stopped working as if everything vanished. Tonight, though, it seemed as if Nikolai analyzed him, which, of course, with each thrust and each gasp Fyodor would let out, made him feel way more exposed than ever before.
Just as he was about to look away, Nikolai breathed out, “He reminded me of you. Just that he wasn’t-“ Nikolai stopped, straightened up his back to sit on his knees, took Fyodor’s waist, and pulled him closer to himself, at the same time pushing him onto his cock, gaining a furrow of brows and a whimper out of Fyodor, “-as beautiful.”
At first, Fyodor wasn’t sure if he heard him right. Nikolai always talked about how he would hook up with the hottest men in the club. In Fyodor’s mind, he wasn’t as different from them. If asked, he wouldn’t even consider that could Nikolai pick him if he was just a stranger somewhere out there. He didn’t think Nikolai would bat an eye. The only possible reason why Fyodor wasn’t just a one-night stand could be that they met in high school and, therefore, built a connection before sex between them was even a thing. He was, and still is to this day, positive that the only reason Nikolai stuck with him back then was because he needed someone to be by his side, and someone to annoy.
Yet here he is, hearing that Nikolai found someone who isn’t as beautiful as him. It sounded unreal. It sounded way off from the vision Fyodor had about their relationship. All they were were friends with benefits that, for the reason of life just going by and various circumstances, were practically living together, sleeping together at night, and sharing some more intimate moments than just sex here and there. He never thought Nikolai saw him as beautiful. He was never told so.
Not knowing what to answer, or even if he should, Fyodor simply looked away and ground his hips on Nikolai’s cock. At this point, he would rather Nikolai destroy his body, not his perception of the reality that was, unfortunately – or maybe not – wrong.
Drunk as he is, Nikolai didn’t take the hint, just traced fingers over Fyodor’s stomach while slowly thrusting with minimal movement, “I don’t tell you you’re beautiful enough.”
That… had no reason to make Fyodor as emotional during sex as it did. Not only did Nikolai subtly call him beautiful, but now said it as clearly as he could. God, what he would give not to be emotionally tortured at this moment. However, he could admit that it felt good to be appreciated. New, weird, but good regardless.
“You never do,” Fyodor whispered. Some would say it was a way of guilt-tripping Nikolai into feeling guilty of not praising him before – even Fyodor would if he heard himself in a clear state of mind – but words didn’t hold any passive aggressiveness. They were just told in the heat of the emotional moment. Fyodor isn’t used to those.
“I’m telling you now,” whispering that, Nikolai leaned back over Fyodor, making his legs tremble when cock brushed over his prostate. Perhaps he should have kept looking at Nikolai, because the moment Nikolai saw that Fyodor’s head was moved so that it exposed his neck, he locked his mouth right over the skin and gently kissed it, “You don’t tell me I’m handsome either, but I know you think that.”
That- yeah, he does think that, but alcohol doesn’t give Nikolai the right to be this confident in his statement. What does, though, is that just a few moments prior he called him beautiful. Fyodor had no urge to glare, no urge to mention Nikolai’s ego. It certainly was right with this one; he does find him handsome.
“I’m sorry,” Nikolai breathed out over Fyodor’s neck and practically collapsed onto him, still steadily yet slowly rocking his hips, letting out low grunts here and there, “I let Sigma know how his beauty tastes, but I realized I never tell you those things. You’re so beautiful to me.”
Fyodor was left speechless. He couldn’t even focus on the pleasure he was receiving and didn’t even want to keep gasps and moans to himself. Usually, he didn’t want Nikolai to know how affected he could get, but right now, after hearing all of this, he couldn’t care less about how much he shows he enjoys it.
Thrust after thrust, and Fyodor’s gasps turned to whimpers. Every time Nikolai would thrust slightly deeper, Fyodor would let himself be heard, more because he didn’t think about it than anything else. He simply stared at the ceiling, occasionally closing his eyes every time Nikolai would make a sharper movement. It just so happened that each was accompanied by Nikolai mumbling and slurring praises into his neck. With each ‘you’re pretty’, each ‘like an angel’, Fyodor’s legs would turn to jelly, and breath would be taken away from him.
“And you feel so good,” Nikolai grunted as his thrusts started picking up the pace, then whimpered himself once Fyodor clenched around his length. It wasn’t as much about the words, but more of this whole night that made them so erotic. For the first time ever, sex felt more than just sex. It felt like they were making love. Usually, that would always be the case when Sigma and him were alone, but rarely with Nikolai, which only intensified the emotions Fyodor felt.
With breath falling short and mouth open in pleasure as Nikolai kept the pace he set, Fyodor was brought back to Earth. They have been at it for longer than usual, yet it felt way more pleasurable to slowly build up towards the orgasm than it did any other time. Both were out of breath, both of their bodies were trembling, and both knew what was coming, especially since Nikolai licked and sucked onto Fyodor’s neck.
Fyodor let him; let the pleasure come and heighten with every lick, every sucking motion he would do, and involuntarily clench more over Nikolai’s cock a few more times, whimpering himself and hearing Nikolai grunt out into his neck.
Fyodor’s orgasm came first, and Nikolai followed right after. At this point, Fyodor didn’t mind the hickeys that would be left nor the cum that would spill out once Nikolai pulls out. All he needed was a clear head and some alone time. Clear head he could perhaps achieve by having an orgasm, and a break he could get once Sigma gets out of the bathroom once he finishes his everything-shower, as an excuse to clean himself.
However, it turned out that Nikolai didn’t want to let him go. He flipped them around so that they could be cuddled up with Nikolai’s cock still inside, and Fyodor found himself laying in Nikolai’s arms, with Nikolai’s finger tracing over his jawline. He was positive he would find Nikolai looking at him with the same analyzing gaze he was looking at him some way back, because the tension and this weird, new, yet somewhat alright atmosphere could be felt, didn’t have to be seen.
When he realized that he wouldn’t be getting out of his embrace, Fyodor subtly hinted he would like to be let go to smoke on the balcony. He should have known better because Nikolai simply said ‘no’ and started playing with his hair, messing it up then combing fingers through it as if fixing it.
After some time, Nikolai sighed like a thousand problems were bothering him, then wrapped arms around Fyodor and squeezed him tightly into his chest, “Can I have you? Please?”
“You do have me in your arms,” Fyodor mumbled, muffled by Nikolai’s chest.
“No,” Nikolai answered almost instantly, “Not like this. Not this way.” The tone of his voice was way too serious considering he was drunk. Fyodor genuinely couldn’t tell where all of this even came from. All he knew was that he really needed that cigarette or at least needed Sigma to come out of the bathroom so he could run away and think all this through, as much as his tired brain would let him.
When the bathroom door finally opened, Fyodor wasted no time. He tried getting out of Nikolai's grasp, but he held him so tightly he could barely move. Yet when Sigma came in, Nikolai turned to his side and partly let Fyodor go, just enough so he could slip away. When his eyes met Sigma's, he gave Fyodor some kind of an apologetic look, as if being sorry Nikolai got to him first after a night out. He would usually jump on Sigma as fast as possible. Not that Sigma minded, but he knew Fyodor did. Sometimes. Today, however, it wasn't the same. It seemed as if Sigma noticed, but Fyodor couldn't be quite sure what a genuine smile later on meant, considering he went to the bathroom as fast as he could and left them behind.
As it turns out, Sigma practically made a sauna out of it, so he only cleaned himself and decided to get some fresh air instead of barely being able to breathe in the too-hot-to-think environment. He was here just ten minutes, yet the cold shower didn’t help in the slightest.
With just the boxers on, Fyodor made his way back to the bedroom, planning on putting on a shirt, taking a cigarette pack, and leaving to clear his head, yet when he came in and took them from the bedside drawer, Sigma, who has had eyes on him from the moment he walked in, asked, “Can I go with you?”
“Of course.”
He threw the first shirt he could find on, and then they both made their way to the balcony. Since today’s day is anything but normal, Sigma did something unusual to confirm the weirdness; turned on the balcony lights. If he’s being honest, Fyodor didn’t even know they possessed those. Ever since coming to the casino, he knew that guest rooms do, he had seen them millions of times, but Sigma’s apartment was way bigger and way different than all those rooms, and they had never used that light before.
“Is that necessary?” Fyodor asked, not because of annoyance, even if dark would fit him better, but because of genuine confusion. They never used the big lights, always some lamps that they would have in every corner of every room. They never had to see anything as clearly and watch anything as intently (except maybe those three days last week when all the lights were on for days straight because Nikolai wanted to put up a one thousand puzzle set; he gave up, of course).
“It is,” Sigma said back, blinking himself as if lights blinded him as well.
Fyodor let it go, took a cigarette, and lit it up while leaning over the railing. They fell into a silence, comfortable or not, Fyodor didn’t know. It was just simple silence. Wondering why Sigma wanted to come out, especially since he was wearing just the oversized shirt and nothing else (perhaps because he counted on drunk Nikolai to try and get him into bed) and the outside air wasn’t as warm as the one inside, Fyodor turned to look at him.
And Sigma… well, Sigma was obviously staring, supporting his chin on his hand, as in awe of the view. The gaze went from eyes, over lips, and neck, down to the ends of hair, then back at the eyes as a smile appeared.
“Mind explaining why you’re staring so intensely?” Fyodor asked, narrowed eyebrows, yet looked at him with gentleness, as he usually does, taking a drag.
“Nikolai told me to look at you and pay attention to your beauty,” Sigma practically whispered.
Apparently, not only is Fyodor’s heart having problems with working properly, but his lungs too. Even if feeling like he would choke to death on the exhale of smoke, he managed to clear his throat and pretend like it was nothing. In reality, this startled him just the same as Nikolai’s words did back when having sex, or… well, perhaps making love for the very first time. Fyodor doesn’t know what to call it yet.
Sigma pushed himself from the railing and came closer. Taking the hint, Fyodor did the same and turned to face him. Gentle soft hands came to rest on his cheeks, and eyes full of admiration found his, “He’s right. You are handsome. I didn’t stop and admire you for such a long time. I don’t do that enough.”
As on instinct, Fyodor almost answered with ‘you never do’, since he’s hearing practically the same thing now as he did half an hour before. He can’t, however, say that to Sigma. He does, even if subtly. He has seen that in Sigma’s eyes, knows Sigma indeed does see him as more than just someone who he sleeps with. He isn’t as confusing as Nikolai can be at times.
Yet this still did make him think, made him question and wonder what came over them. How come that Nikolai called him beautiful and pretty, yet now, Sigma is saying he indeed, is handsome, as Nikolai said. Perhaps two things can exist at the same time, but those two things are such news that Fyodor can’t process even one.
“He’s drunk,” Fyodor said what first came to mind.
“Doesn’t mean he can’t be right. They say drunk words are sober thoughts,” Sigma answered and lightly ran thumbs over Fyodor’s cheeks.
Oh, what does Sigma know? He doesn’t even drink. One day, drunk Nikolai is ready to destroy both of them, the next, he’s confessing love. He doesn’t have rules, isn’t the ordinary one. You can’t apply rules on that man. But… somewhere deep down Fyodor sincerely did hope Sigma was right, and Nikolai wasn’t just bluffing when he called him beautiful. About the indirect confession, however… Fyodor hopes Nikolai doesn’t mean that and won’t come sober for a talk anytime soon. He himself has no idea what he feels, especially not now that the conversation they had brought thousands of questions.
“What else did he tell you?” Fyodor asked, threw the cigarette butt down into the void, and fully gave attention to Sigma, who, realizing he won’t be disturbing Fyodor’s smoke time now that the cigarette isn’t anywhere near, pulled him into a hug. Of course, Fyodor answered right away; wrapped hands around his waist, and hugged back.
“He asked something, said ‘just say yes’, then passed out. He’s sleeping like a log from then on,” Sigma mumbled into the crook of Fyodor’s neck, then kissed it, “I don’t want you to think I’m saying this because he told me to. I really find you handsome. And elegant.”
Oh, Fyodor really does hate his own brain when he can’t even manage to receive the compliment normally, without being weird or questioning it, “I’m wearing pajamas. There is nothing elegant in that.”
Sigma backed away, lowered one arm from the back of Fyodor’s neck, and took Fyodor’s hand, “Not just now, every day. You move elegantly. You act it. You kiss like it.” To prove his point, Sigma intertwined their fingers, leaned in, and gave Fyodor a gentle kiss, in which Fyodor leaned in just enough to cover that he was started by Sigma’s words. He would rarely get a kiss from Sigma right after smoking, because Sigma usually did mind, but this day is, as he can call it, out of the ordinary in every aspect.
“I’m glad you think so,” Fyodor simply whispered.
They stayed hugged on the balcony for the next few minutes, in silence that Fyodor once again couldn’t read. He had one question, however, yet couldn’t dare to ask. But when they got back in, and when Sigma turned off those balcony lights and dark overpowered, Fyodor found strength and asked, “Do you feel at home, Sigma? With us?”
“Casino wouldn’t feel at home without you two,” Sigma answered quietly.
That confirmed it. Both of his… friends? With benefits? Confirmed that this isn’t just sexual fun, but something more complex than that. Surely Sigma isn’t living with them just because he wants his fingers or Nikolai’s tongue. Now knowing that Sigma feels at home with them here, it all just came as a wave of emotions. As a tsunami, which Fyodor needs to calm. Somehow. Perhaps tomorrow, if he even manages to fall asleep.
It was a challenge, especially since he fell asleep cuddled with Sigma, and drunk Nikolai throwing an arm over them in his sleep. Thoughts wouldn't want to quiet down, but somehow, somewhere deep inside, Fyodor felt appreciated for the very first time. A scary feeling, yet somewhat pleasant.
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