Rabid Dog

by x3no9

Summary:

Born to a Russian mother and Australian father, Andrei Nolan was a sensitive boy in a rough environment. His father hated him, blaming him for his wife's suicide and his older sister tried to protect young Andrei from his wrath.

When it came time to join the Australian Army, he jumped at the first opportunity. He planned to show his father what he was made of, but instead, he never looked back.

Notes:

I just realized that after writing original stories for so many other characters I write about, I barely scratched the surface for Andrei.
This is all fabrication as we don't know anything much about him beyond his military career.

This fic will move slower than my others. Thanks for reading!

UPDATE: 8/25/2025
I had the beginnings of an idea for what direction this fic was going to go in, but held back due to it being very unexpected. I have decided today, that I will indeed go with the idea after all. After Makarov meets Andrei in-person, he decides to take him in as much more than one of his Lieutenants.

Chapter 1

CW:Animal death, abrasive behavior toward a child.

"Take the shot." The grizzled man grumbled just above his breath as he smoked and looked down at the little golden-haired boy. 

The boy, no older than six, kept a tight grip on the heavy rifle. It was much too big for him, but he kept his little finger on the trigger and his hand on the stock. He dared not drop it.

"Come on lad, pull the damn trigger." The old man towered over the kid and squeezed his shoulder threatingly. 

The boy looked up at the man bullying him, his sky-blue eyes wide and watery. "I...I can't Daddy. He's my friend." He looked down at his worn sneakers, lowering the rifle and loosening his grip enough to nearly drop the weapon. 

"Right then." The man kept the cigarette between his lips and pulled his hand gun out from his waistband, instantly killing the animal before them. 

"NO! Rocket!" The boy trembled violently, dropping the gun and kneeling beside the limp body of his pet.

His father grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to his feet. With his rough palms, he insistently wiped the hot tears from the boy's face, grating and scratching his soft skin until fresh tears came from it.

"None of that, understand? No son of mine does that. The hound was suffering, he got bit by something. Would have been biting you next."

The boy looked back at his friend, watching the dark blood soak into it's white fur. He sniffled and then tightened up.

"Listen to me, Andy, life will be filled with tough decisions. You'll know what the right thing to do is when the time arises."

He took Andrei's hand and just as he began to pull him back home, Andrei stopped and looked up at him. "Aren't we going to put him in the ground?"

"Later."

The father was just eager to get home and drink so the dog was left outside to rot. They got home after a short trek through the woods and Andrei's mother held her arms out to her son. His father frowned at the sight of his wife doting on Andrei.

"Gonna spoil him, Danica." He told her as he went right for the booze and sat down in the other room. 

"Всё в порядке, Андрейка. Твоему другу уже лучше." (It's ok, Andreika. Your friend is better now) She spoke into his short, honey blond hair as she held him. 

The warmth emanating from her was enough to make Andrei relax. He held her tightly, as if his life depended on it.

"Да, мам. Теперь я понимаю." (Yes, Mom, I understand now) But he was mostly lying. He was a small child who was just faced with the choice of killing his best friend and his choice not to made no difference. His dog was rotting in the leaves regardless of his actions or inactions. 

Life for Andrei wasn't easy. His mother suffered from an undiagnosed mental illness and his father was a violent and cold man. Andrei's older sister tried to stand between the two as Andrei grew older and stood up to the old sod but it wasn't enough. Things came to blows as Andrei's father accused him of all sorts of false things. Everything was Andrei's fault- especially his own mother's death.

"You killed her lad. You. It was bloody perfect before you came along. You did something to her... up here." His father would point to his own head with a wild look in his eyes.

Ellen would always pull Andrei aside and assure him that he had nothing to do with it but his father's horrible words resonated with him anyway. 

When Andrei turned fourteen, he started training hard for the military. He refused to be a worthless drunk like his Dad, pulling a few sidejobs for beansoup. His sister found a job as a retail clerk in town and was out on her own at eighteen. Andrei stayed out late, smoking and drinking with neighbors all around. Each time he returned home, his Dad was gone or on the floor snoring. 

He never checked to see if the bastard was breathing, just stepped over him and went to bed. A few months of that routine grew old. Andrei started to notice he ran slower after smoking, so he stopped. When he drank he started to feel an uncontrollable wave of anger take a hold of him, so he reduced his intake. 

The big scare came when one of the girls they hung out with became pregnant. No one knew who the father was, everyone was with her at one point or another over the last several months. Andrei didn't know for certain as there were a few black-out moments for him in the beginning. 

He vowed never to get drunk after that. He was determined to be better than everyone else from that moment on. Discipline, focus and self-improvement until he perfected himself. He wanted to be a war machine, the perfect soldier, a man no one felt worthy of speaking to. In the years leading up to his enlisting, he read dozens of history books about all the great leaders over time. He studied each one; the good, the bad and the ugly ones. 

He admired each one in different ways for various reasons. Power, control, the ability to not only change one's life but the lives of countless others; that was what Andrei wanted. He had been powerless and weak his whole life up until then. Things would be different, he would shed the skin of his past and become someone else. 

He bid farewell to his sister, who had become married and pregnant, and never looked back. 

 

Chapter 2: Strong Man

Summary:

Andrei joins the AUS military and likes the challenges it offers.

"Nolan step forward." A man of rank called Andrei's name and Andrei obeyed with a stern look on his young face. "Remove your cap."

Andrei removed it as told and ran his fingers through his hair, quickly getting it into place. 

"Best cut your hair, soldier. Keep it under a couple inches, got it?" The officer spoke in a strict voice.

"Aye Sir." Andrei felt small and he hated it but he knew what the military would be like. 

That evening he shaved his head clean and upon seeing his reflection, he scowled. He saw that lost, dirty-faced boy with a poorly shaved head looking back at him. He punched the mirror above the communal bathroom sink, shattering it as a bullet would. 

For months he worked hard at forgetting that suffering little boy and one morning as he hesistantly lifted his gaze up from the sink, he no longer saw him. He saw a hard-faced man with soft skin and intense, cold eyes. A faint upward curl formed on one side of his thin lips.  

He loved the drills, loved getting muddy and sweaty. The more he ached after the training the more content he felt. If he didn't hurt, then he wasn't doing it hard and well enough. He found himself at the top of the roster quickly. His determination and skills were unmatched. No one questioned why he worked himself to the bone like that, why he had an almost unhealthy level of motivation. His mind was pushing his body too hard, he needed to find that perfect balance; a way to sate his need for successfuly perfecting himself and for giving himself a little rest. 

He joined the little boxing club to let off any excess steam, because for some unknown reason he still had aggressive energy left over. The officers took notice of him, impressed by his marksmanship but moreso his close quarters combat skills. He was also a natural leader. The others turned to him for advice and backup. He climbed up in rank and was putting together the mock exercises. 

A group of fellow officers invited him out for beer and wings at the local Pub. He was hesistant at first, but a couple of the older officers insisted. He put on his civilian clothes; well-fitted black jeans and a black athletic-fit T-shirt. Everything he wore was black, the color made him feel something akin to happiness. The only other joy he felt came from his mother's loving embrace and that was a memory he dared not revisit. Feelings of guilt, loss and pain would flood back into his mind. At first he felt crippling anguish at the thought, but recently, he only felt fury. 

The Sergeant raised his mug. "Happy Birthday, lad." He smiled over at Andrei. 

Andrei straightened his back, he lifted one brow. "Is it?" 

The others laughed, not knowing that Andrei genuinely forgot. He only ever had one birthday celebration and it ended in a terrible fight between his parents. 

"Ah thanks, mate." He raised his own glass half-heartedly.

They all drank for a few moments and then started talking about various military operations. 

"So, what do you think about all the shit going on with the Russians?" A voice broke through Andrei's thoughts. 

He was listening to all the details, taking it all in. "I think Barkov's a determined man, but he's going about it all wrong." Andrei replied with his brows furrowed and his cold blue eyes narrowed in thought. 

"Yea? How so?" One of the officers asked with an intrigued look on her face.

"He's pushing all the wrong things. He sits on something too long, while he doesn't think before acting on another. If that's their territory, take it, don't draw it out." 

His honest response stunned a few of the others, but the General there was very interested in hearing more. "I think you may be onto something, Sergeant. Well, either way I have a feeling it will be our mess soon enough."

Andrei gave him a respectful nod and then looked around a little. He wasn't going to finish his drink, even though the smooth, rich amber liquid beckoned. 

"Don't like beer do ya?" The officer sitting next to him asked with a smile.

"Not much no." He replied politely. 

The lady had a warm smile, she seemed interested in knowing more about Andrei, but Andrei didn't have time to be fraternizing. 

"Why don't you tell me a little something about yourself. You got the base buzzing about you, keeping to yourself like you do." She continued to smile and drink. 

"Not much to me. I'm a soldier, I like what I do, and I can't wait to join a real fray."

"Yea? Got any siblings? Any place you still call home?" She asked.

Andrei was getting annoyed. He didn't want to talk about any of that at all. 

"Got a sis not far from here, a day's trip. I was born in Russia, but raised here." He drank to avoid speaking any further.

"Do you speak Russian?" She asked.

"I do. My Mom taught me." He replied flatly.

"It's a good language to know at this time, we will be fighting them." She replied. She noticed that Andrei was trying not to talk or look at her, but she mistook it for shy interest. "So, want to talk somewhere a little less noisy?" She asked him. 

Andrei was a good-looking man in a non-traditional way. He was a bit baby-faced, soft creamy-white skin, bright blue eyes, dark golden hair. His eyelashes were long and full. He never fully smiled, but there was an  appeal to his crooked little smirk. He was a cute killing machine at the time. 

"I'm good, lass. Heading back shortly." He replied as he set his half-full glass down. "Night all." He spoke as he stood up. 

He didn't say anything more to the lady officer, that was the most he had ever spoken to someone about himself and he intended to keep it that way. As he laid his tired head down, he realized that he had never been with anyone intimately, nothing that he could fully remember at least. He never craved sexual gratification. Through his teen years, he was always too angry or afraid to get aroused. And in the spaces between, he was occupied with the burden of hard work and worry. 

He woke up daily with the same "issue" that any man would have, but he ignored it. He had been so focused on his goals that he never stopped to look around, never caught the flash of a pretty face, or great pair of legs. There was simply no time to play around even though most others around him did. 

The next morning, as he stepped into the shower area, he caught two of his fellow male officers kissing. 

"Ay!" He frowned as he called out, holding the towel around his waist even tighter. 

The men shoved each other apart and looked sharp. "Nolan, we were just fucking around. It was a... a dare." 

Andrei approached, his muscles tight and bulging with anger. He felt disgust, but it was mostly due to the fact that they were going against regulations. 

"A dare?" He asked with an angry look on his face.

"Never heard of gay chicken, Andrei?" The other man asked as he raked his fingers through his wet hair.

"He probably hasn't. Probably never even kissed a girl." The other man dared to jest. "I saw how you completely ignored Lilly's advances last night." 

"Not interested in any of it." Andrei spoke in a low, dismissive tone. 

"Yeah? Well did you like what you just saw?" The blond man asked as he stepped closer to Andrei and had to look up at him. 

"Frank, don't." The other man cautioned his lover.

Andrei let Frank get closer, he just glared down at him. His look was enough to shatter the other man's confidence.

"I ah, I'm just shittin' ya, mate. Ignore me." Frank was sweating after seeing the look in Andrei's steel eyes. 

"Got lost." Andrei told him with his jaw offset a little.

The two men grabbed their towels and left. Andrei showered quickly, determined to get out of there and get the image out of his mind. Yet another thing to try and erase. Later that day, after Andrei ran a few drills with the new recruits, he was called in by the General. 

"Nolan, I think we need to talk about suiting you up. The peace on our end has run out. Barkov needs to be taken down. I want you to co-lead the charge with me. Get the best ready by the end of the week.

Andrei felt a surge of adrenaline run through him. THIS was what he was waiting for; to get his hands bloody, to make those shots count, to matter. He saluted with a nod and left. He knew that some would be unnerved by how eager he was to jump right in, so he hid his excitement well. He was part of the Anti-Terrorist Unit, Special Forces as team captain. 

 

Chapter 3: Things Go Wrong

Summary:

Andrei doesn't get the fight he's been craving.

Before Andrei could round his team up, the General came walking up to him with haste.

"Be careful out there. We got SAS on the ground, several other forces from around are involved, practically overnight." He told Andrei. 

Andrei hid his dislike of the idea of having to "share" the action. He had to adjust his strategy, which didn't take long for him, he was always ready. Andrei and his team were out there for weeks playing chess on the field with all the other forces involved now. It was a race to take the queen, or in this case, the king. 

Barkov was finally captured by a British special forces team, along with Farah Karim. He was killed while in their custody, almost immediately. Andrei was left with a bad taste in his mouth when he found out. All the rules broken, the red tape ripped off, for a personal vendetta. Andrei was angry. He worked hard for this fight. Fought to take down the bad guy the correct way, but some group playing sheriff ended it all abruptly. He wasn't the hero as he planned to be. Someone stole his glory. 

He became disillusioned quickly when he realized that he was on a team who constantly had their hands tied or were beaten to the finishline. He was always ready to act, but his superiors held him back. They had to answer to the governing bodies. He began to hear whispers of a young protege of Barkov's named Vladimir Makarov. The young former Soviet soldier seemed to have ties to several acts of terrorism in Russia. 

Andrei looked into him, confused as to why the man would target his own people especially after discovering in the files that he was an Ultra-Nationalist. This man was acting outside the lines, thinking outside the box. Was he a raving lunatic or a mastermind? Andrei wanted to find out. But before he could, they cut funding for his Special forces unit and all but shut it down. The Americans and Brits were already ahead of the game in taking the terrorist cells out. Andrei did note that they kept overlooking Makarov's role, but due to a lack of intel, Andrei wasn't certain that Makarov was even around anymore. 

Months later, Andrei left the military, having served his term. He joined a small PMC based out of Poland. Once again, Andrei found himself leading all the operations. They took out various criminal organizations under government payroll, but were not above accepting straight-up hit contracts. Regardless of the target being considered a good or bad actor, Andrei's group took them out for cash. Andrei stopped caring about who the targets were and his team followed him eagerly, enjoying the carnage for coin. 

After a long, hard mission across the globe, Andrei returned to his little condo on the outskirts of the city. He drank some sparkling water and collapsed onto his bed.

"Андрей Нолан. Тебя трудно выследить." (Andrei Nolan. You are a hard man to track) A deep, whisky-worn voice emerged from the dark corner of the room. 

Andrei shot up, grabbing the gun from under his pillow and aimed in the direction of the burning end of a cigar. "Назови свое имя сейчас или умри." (Speak your name now, or die) Andrei glared into the dark. 

"Hm. He said you would be a mean bastard." The shadowy man with the deep voice and thick Russian accent stood and stretched a little.

He stepped into the shard of light, revealing a man in his late thirties. He had magnificent bone structure in his face. High-cheekbones, chiseled jawline beneath a lush, neatly trimmed black beard. He resembled one of the Russian Czars that Andrei had come across during his avid reading years. His hazel green eyes looked with Andrei's and he smiled a little.

"Ivan is my name." He spoke as he extended his gloved hand. 

Chapter 4: Devil's in the details

Summary:

Ivan gives Andrei some of the details.
Short chapter.

"Why are you here?" Andrei narrowed his eyes as he took Ivan's hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm here on behalf of a man named Vladimir Makarov. I'm sure you have heard of him given your previous ...career." Ivan smirked confidently at Andrei.

"Yes, I've heard of him. He's certainly a driven man, cunning too." Andrei replied as relaxed his shoulders. "So, what's he want with me?"

"He's looking for a man like you, someone strong and fierce. Someone who's been on the other side, inside the hive so-to-speak. You're clearly disheartened by how things went with Barkov, you left the service right away. Vladimir can offer something new, something that suites a man like you much better." 

"Hm, well you may not believe it but I've been tracking the Konni for a while. You're growing rapidly in numbers, doing some real damage now. Tell me, what makes you think I'll join a terrorist organization?" Andrei lifted his chin a little, giving Ivan a scrutinizing look. 

"We are so much more than that." Ivan smiled broadly. 

"So what, did he just draw my name out of a hat filled with disgruntled ex-Spec Ops names?" Andrei scoffed as he turned and grabbed up his pack of cigarettes. “So, is this a contract? Or... something long-term?"

"You will need to speak with the Commander about that." Ivan released smoke through clenched teeth after speaking.

"You're timing is spot-on, Ivan, I just so happen to be weary of this contract bullshit." Andrei smiled faintly and his blue eyes glimmered. "I'm in." 

"Good. You will accompany me to see Makarov in Estonia." Ivan spoke in a firm tone.

"Estonia?"

"We have a crow's nest set up there. He is keeping tabs on the next target area in Moscow and we don't want to be too close until the last minute." Ivan explained. "Be ready tomorrow morning. I'll come by around eight."

"I'll be ready." Andrei replied coldly. 

Chapter 5: Czar 09

Summary:

Andrei meets Makarov.

Things moved so quickly even for Andrei, that before he knew it he found himself seated outside a large ominous conference room in a dark, high-tec military base in Estonia. He watched a small band of people approach, and in the middle was a man dressed in a tailored black suit and shiny black leather shoes. He was a king among men. Andrei studied his gait noting the confident, subtle sway of his hips, his shoulders and arms were tensely coiled and his chin was up just enough to assert authority over all others. 

It was the man himself. 

"Говорит командир Макаров." Ivan told Andrei as he stood off to the side a little.

"Очень приятно, сэр." (It's a pleasure, Sir) Andrei extended his large, gloved hand, and to everyone's surprise Vladimir shook it. 

Everyone around Vladimir knew he didn't like to be touched. Unless he initiated contact, no one dared to try. 

"You have an impressive resume, and lately, an equally impressive rep sheet." Vladimir smirked in amusement.

"Yes I decided to expand my horizons." Andrei replied as he watched Vladimir's hand slip out of his.

"Well, here you will have enough room to expand as much as you like so long as you know who is in charge." Vladimir told him with a hint of menace. 

"Of course. I'm a great leader, but an even better soldier." Andrei talked himself up, but it wasn't a lie.

"Good. You all may go. I need to formally interview Mr. Nolan." Vladimir spoke to the Konnis around him, but kept his eyes locked on Andrei. "You too, Ivan, go see to this morning's cargo." 

Ivan nodded and left. 

"Vanya is a great soldier like you. He connects with the others better than myself. Sometimes, I think he is too soft on them." Vladimir mused as he placed his hand between Andrei's shoulderblades and led him into the conference room.

"A firm hand is the most effective, but if it works for your forces, so be it." Andrei replied. 

There was something strangely intimate about the feel of Vladimir's warm hand on his upper back. Any other time, he wouldn't have thought about it twice, but when Vladimir very casually moved his hand around in a few circles, Andrei tensed up. 

"Расслабься, Андрей. Посиди там." (Relax Andrei. Sit over there) He was amused by Andrei's response. He sat down and watched as Andrei followed his first order. 

The chair was made of buttery-soft leather and Andrei relaxed quickly in it. 

"In one week from today we will be launching a very meaningful attack and I need to know if you are with me on this." Vladimir gave Andrei an intense look. 

"Of course I am, Sir. Wouldn't be here if I wasn't." 

Vladimir narrowed his eyes for just a moment and then continued. "You will be in charge of detonating the explosives on Alpha 1's command. Alpha 1 is Ivan. He will give you the order once I have been captured." 

"Pardon... captured?" Andrei leaned forward and rested his elbows on the cold, black table. 

"Yes. Task Force 141 will find and capture me. It needs to happen, trust me."

"You'll be imprisoned for life or...executed. Are we talking a suicide mission then?" Andrei was confused and Vladimir could tell by how furrowed his brows were.

"With everyone focused on me, the real destruction can occur without hinderance or delay. I will go to prison for a few years, let things cool off, take the eyes off of the Konni so we can continue to grow. You will come pick me up when I say to." Vladimir smiled and Andrei was almost unnerved by how warm the smile was. 

"Sounds like a plan. Chaotic, but brilliant." Andrei told him. "You are obviously a man who knows what he is doing." 

"And you have no problem killing civilians then?" Vladimir asked as if it were an afterthought.

"Trust me, I know what you are all about. I know what you do. If I wasn't willing to do your bidding, I wouldn't be here and Ivan would be dead on my condo floor."

His gravelly voice and cold tone sent a little shudder of delight up Vladimir's spine. This was definitely the man he needed on his side. 

Chapter 6: Kneel

Summary:

Ivan speaks with Andrei about what is expected of him and it's shocking.

Notes:

This is the unexpected direction I mentioned earlier. I may delete it. Not sure. Feedback always welcome, but please note I am already aware of what a detour this is for the pacing.

Andrei was pleased with how his meeting went with his new superior. The man was focused and confident as well as charming and eloquent. Andrei was taken by him at first sight, knowing that this was the man he wanted to follow. Ivan met with Andrei a few hours later, once Andrei was settled into his own private quarters. 

"It looks like the meeting went well." Ivan spoke in a calm manner as he sat down on the armchair in the far corner of Andrei's bedroom area. 

He paused and looked down at his boots in thought. His dark brows furrowed up, as if there was something he was holding back from saying. 

"Did he say anything about me, Vanya?" Andrei asked, searching Ivan's face just before sitting to remove his boots. 

"That he did, Andreika. That he did." Ivan's eyes widened, but he kept his gaze on the floor.

"And?" Andrei's clenched his molars a little. He didn't like guessing games, never did. 

"You are most definitely going to be right up there in rank with me. He wants you with him at all times. He trusts you, which is... unheard of when in reference to a man like Volodya. It took years for him to trust me." There was a bite of jealousy with the last part of his statement.

"Jealous?" Andrei jabbed, but he didn't realize just how spot-on he was. 

Ivan spent most of his later years devoted to the Konni cause, he helped create the Konni as a force to be feared. He and Milena were there from the start with the great Vladimir Makarov, and now some soft-skinned young Aussie with pretty eyes just slides up right next to him- boot to boot. He didn't stay mad for long though, Andrei had all the skills Vladimir was looking for... and then some. 

"Right then, I am happy to serve your cause." Andrei sounded dismissive. It was getting late and he was exhausted from all the missions over the last week. 

"There is... there is something else, Andrei." Ivan finally looked over at Andrei and watched him pull his fitted t-shirt off over his head. He watched the muscles in Andrei's solid upper body coil and flex as he moved. 

"If he wants me to cook, I'll have to pass on the honor. I can hunt, but I can't cook." Andrei smirked as he unbuttoned his black jeans. 

"Whoa. Hold on, boy." Ivan jumped to his feet and held his hand out. "Do you always strip in front of others?"

"This is a fucking militia, don't blokes shower together here? Or ...am I reading this all wrong." Andrei locked eyes with Ivan.

"No, I'm just asking. It's unusual for me to see someone stripping so readily." Ivan told him. 

Andrei saw the little flush of red in Ivan's cheeks. It was an unexpected reaction from an older traditionalist like Ivan. 

"Andrei... he has tasked me with training you." Ivan breathed in deep. 

"Don't need any training." Andrei scoffed lightly as he stood and pulled his jeans right down to the floor. 

"Special training that I am certain you have no experience in." Ivan pressed it as he stepped closer.

"Sorry old man there is nothing-" Ivan lunged forward and gripped the sides of Andrei's neck, hushing him up quick. 

The small gasp from Andrei made his heart race. Both men were close to terrified at that moment. Ivan had never done anything like this and Andrei was completely inexperienced when it came to intimate touch. 

"What...what are you doing Alpha 1?" Andrei asked just above his breath. His bright blue eyes sparkled wildly.

"He wants me to train you." Ivan repeated the words from earlier as he gently brushed his thumb over Andrei's lips. 

Andrei broke free and shoved him away. "What the fuck? I don't believe it."

"I am just as floored as you. I thought I knew him, Andrei. He has never asked anything like this of me, not even close."

Andrei was a very smart man, he figured things out pretty quickly after that sensual touch on his lips. "I need to talk to him...sort out this madness." Andrei's whole body was tense, his shoulders were up and arms close at his sides. "He's got the wrong idea about me, or is this some sort of test? Some...anti-queer screening test?"

"Andrei, please. This is ...a great honor for him to show interest in you. The only thing he ever desires is money and power... you have changed something deep within him in just one little meeting." Ivan still looked completely shocked himself. 

"So what is the training all about?" Andrei asked, wiping his face with his palm in annoyance.

"He wants you to take care of all...facets of his demands. To be his Swiss Army knife, so-to-speak. His weapon, his enforcer, his ally and... his sole source of...pleasure." Ivan told him. "He trusts you."

"Why? I could be a spy? An infiltrator..."

"Stop, Andreika. He knows you aren't. Our intel runs very deep and he is a great judge of character. It's almost unnatural how well he can read someone."

"So he's pinned me as a slut? Is that what you are saying? Me, who has never even been interested in going on a date." Andrei was getting worked up again. 

"No, he wants you because he can see that in many ways you are still pure."

"And impressionable?" Andrei shot back and then he huffed. "He's not wrong... I fell under whatever spell he cast on me the moment his hand touched my back." Andrei shook his head lightly as if he was disappointed in himself. 

"He is looking to you to cover all his needs, Andrei. It's an honor if you ask me." Ivan told him.

"Yeah? Then why didn't you volunteer?" Andrei asked, but before he finished the sentence, Vladimir himself stepped into the room.

"Volunteer for what, Andryusha?" He asked in that silky smooth, confident voice. He wore a charming little smile on his handsome face as he looked at Ivan and then Andrei. 

He gazed locked right on the fair, young man.

"Uh, well Sir, Vanya just told me about... your request. I must admit, I am completely stunned by it. Do I look... do I." Andrei stopped talking in fear of fucking everything up.

"You look like the man that I have been looking for. Someone strong and loyal, fearless and unyielding." Vladimir walked right up to Andrei with that cocky sway again and gently took Andrei by the chin. "I saw that look in your eyes, Dryuasha. The same look I was giving you." 

Ivan stood frozen as he watched the two before him exchange glances as hot as a gasoline fire. He wanted to clear his throat , but he dared not. 

"Чего вы от меня хотите, Командир?" (What do you ask of me, Commander?) Andrei asked in a hushed voice, his face looked stern, but his eyes were completely docile. 

"Vanya will guide you until you feel confident enough to be tested." Vladmir replied with a wicked little smirk.

"You mean until I am good enough for you?" Andrei asked as he ground his molars.

Vladimir released his chin, with a gentle stroke of his gloved fingers. "I am a very busy man...and a very discreet one. Get all of the wild and messy urges out with him. I want you skilled and practiced... efficient and experienced. But only with him... he knows what I don't like." He stared Ivan down a little.

"And what about what you do like?" Andrei asked him as he dared take Vladimir's hand before it fell away from him. 

 "That remains to be seen. When this is all done, you will be the one to show me." Vladimir smiled once more before leaving the two alone. 

Chapter 7: Don't Look At Me, I Look At You

Summary:

Ivan settles into his secret role alarmingly well.

"We have a meeting with the Commander this afternoon. It's time to take you on a Konni mission." Ivan told Andrei as he watched him shower behind the thin glass panel of the stall. He was shameless in his new role as Andrei's "handler", so he leaned to the side just enough to get a very good look at the younger stud. He was very good at self-restraint when Andrei was watching him, but when he wasn't, Ivan took in every dip, curve and contour of Andrei's physique. He committed it to memory so that he would know just where to touch, tickle and stroke him. 

Andrei stepped out, wrapping the small white towel loosely around his chiseled hips. 

"Come to me, boy." Ivan told him with one gloved hand out, beckoning him. 

Andrei hesitated, but then found himself walking across the bedroom over to his commanding officer. "Take it off." Ivan told him as he stood and looked eye-to-eye with him. 

Andrei glared defiantly so Ivan simply tore the towel off of him and greedily took in the sight. "You don't deny me, Andreika, understand? You want to serve your Commander, you must learn to serve me too."

Andrei was a bit shaken by Ivan's sudden change in personality. He was slipping into the role as master far too well. "Yes, Sir. Understood. I just don't know why he doesn't come here himself. I'm a man, I know what to fucking do to get him off." Andrei kept his jaw clenched up. 

Ivan gave Andrei a little slap across the face. "Глупый мальчишка. Дело не только в том, чтобы сойти с ума." (Foolish boy. This isn't just about getting off.)

The way Ivan spoke, the sensation of the slap burning on Andrei's skin, it made Andrei react in a surprising way. Once the fury rising from his belly faded, he took a deep breath. "Yes Sir." He spoke without moving his lips. 

Ivan walked over to the arm chair and sat down, spreading his thighs a little. "Come and kneel before me." 

Andrei shook his head instinctively. "I don't kneel." He growled.

"You do now, Andreika. Trust me, this won't be in vain. You could hold a spot in Vladimir's dark heart that has never been occupied before. Think of what power you will possess...even power over him." Ivan let the last words slip out by accident. 

Andrei raised one brow in response to that comment. "He's my Commander. I will hold no power of influence over him."

"Perhaps someone level-headed like you can help Vladimir... change his methods a bit. Possibly go back to how he was before." Ivan tried to reconcile his comment. 

"I'm not level-headed, Vanya, trust me. I just possess a high level of discipline." Andrei spoke as he slowly got down on his knees and looked up at his master.

"You must keep your eyes down. I am looking at you, you are not looking at me." Ivan looked down his Slavic nose at Andrei, appraising him. 

This was new territory for both men. Ivan was a divorced man with an estranged, adult daughter. He had only ever been with women, never giving men the time of day. But as he allowed his gaze to travel all across Andrei's powerful form, he found himself appreciating it greatly. He even took a quick peek at Andrei's impressively hefty cock as it dangled between his juicy firm thighs. The young man was built like a tank, solid and chiseled in all areas accept his ass and tits. Both those parts were round and slightly soft-looking. Ivan went ahead and brazenly grabbed one of Andrei's smooth tits, giving it a good squeeze. 

Andrei glared at him, but allowed it, keeping his hands down against his thighs. Ivan surprised him with a little pluck on one nipple. Ivan positioned his boot between Andrei's thighs and then lifted it up enough to tap his balls. He could feel the weight of them as he bobbed his foot up and down a little and watched as Andrei's thick cock started to blush from the stimulation. Andrei quickly moved back and covered his shame, a soft pink colored his chest and face. 

"Be honest, soldier, how often do you pleasure yourself?" Ivan asked with a strict tone.

Andrei looked off to the side so Ivan corrected him and gripped him by the chin, making their eyes meet. Andrei swallowed back the rage and indignation and spoke, "Once a week tops." 

Ivan sighed in approval. "Perfect. You need to stay hungry for release. It will be much sweeter. Any other sexual outlets?"

"Well, if I see a good, custom gun I get a bit of a stiffy." Andrei admitted.

Ivan chuckled lightly, "Don't we all, Andreika?" 

His warm smile was a comfort to Andrei during this extremely uncomfortable situation.

"Open your mouth for me, Andrei. Just a little." Ivan demanded.

Andrei obeyed and Ivan traced his lips with his fingertips before pressing his thumb in. "Suck." 

Andrei furrowed his brows and as he pulled back, Ivan gripped him by the hair. "Be a good soldier and take the order..." Ivan quickly loosened his grip and started stroking Andrei's hair. 

Andrei slowly sealed his soft lips around Ivan's rough-skinned thumb. Ivan watched as Andrei let his honey colored lashes fall and his peachy lips sealed tightly around his digit. Ivan gently stroked Andrei's warm, wet tongue with the flat of his fingertip. He slid it in deeper and Andrei groaned softly in protest. Andrei's cheeks hallowed as he began to suckle as instructed. Ivan couldn't ignore how hard he was getting just by the sight of the strong, younger man kneeling before him. His cock wanted to be in place of his thumb so badly, and the urge struck him so suddenly. He wasn't gay, but this was too fucking tempting. Vladimir told Ivan not to use his cock to train Andrei, but Ivan was quickly realizing what a challenge that was going to be, even for him. 

And so, he broke the one rule Vladimir made and freed his own cock using one hand. When he gently removed his thumb from Andrei's mouth, a thin string of hot saliva kept them tethered for a second. His mouth was primed and ready to take Ivan's manhood and Ivan couldn't hold back any longer. It had been over a decade since he fucked anyone and here was this stunning, dangerous creature naked and blushing before him. He could see the anger and confusion in Andrei's eyes, but he didn't feel guilty. He knew if Andrei really didn't want this, he would have just gutted him or something. 

Ivan shook his cock close to Andrei's face. "Take what you can, sweetheart." Ivan couldn't hold his affection in. 

"Are you serious?" Andrei asked him as he leaned back a bit. 

"Yes, just show me how much you can take." Ivan told him. 

Andrei hesistantly got closer once more and gave Ivan's cock a little lick. He tasted just a pinch of salt on his tongue and proceeded to wrap his lips around the ridge of Ivan's cockhead. The feel of Andrei's curious tongue exploring his glans and slit, made him leak uncontrollably. The blandly salty taste of Ivan's sticky preseed, made Andrei pull off.

"What's wrong?" Ivan asked, breathing just a little heavier as he spoke.

"Not used to the...taste."

"You don't like it?" Ivan joked.

"Should I??" Andrei snapped back. "I'm not gay, I don't crave cock." 

"If you are so innocent, how do you know what you like? You haven't tried anything." Ivan asked him as he couldn't help but wrap his hand around his cock to ease the throbbing need. 

"Well, back when I was... interested in fucking, I just always imagined a girl with me. Just how I was raised, and what I was taught in school." Andrei explained as he wore a look of mild shock at the sight of Ivan lazily stroking himself. 

"Well, when you are pleasing Vladimir, you can just picture some dream woman and it will work out for everyone." Ivan suggested. "Now, let's finish this lesson up. I want you to get me off using just your mouth and tongue." 

Andrei was too far over the line to worry about crossing the next one, he took Ivan's leaking cock into his mouth and got to work. He gagged several times so Ivan grabbed him by the base of his skull and kept him steady.

"Бля... Андрей, ты молодец." (Fuck...Andrei you are a natural) Ivan panted a little and clenched his teeth as he barely had to move at all. Andrei did it all for him so beautifully. Ivan couldn't stop himself from gazing down at Andrei affectionately and stroking his hair. "So good..." Ivan practically whispered as his body tensed and his grip on Andrei's hair tightened. 

Andrei felt Ivan's shaft swell and press against the lining of his throat as he took him down more. The hot, smooth member started to jolt and pulse hard and Andrei tasted and smelled the savory sweet seed as it went right down his throat. He pulled off fast, nearly vomiting. He wasn't used to any of this, especially not having a creamy, salty liquid shot right into his belly. 

"F-fuck... you should have warned me." Andrei shouted as he wiped his mouth with his forearm. 

Ivan feverishly reached for him, a look of fading bliss on his handsome, weathered face. "Sorry, sweetheart... it felt so fucking good, it hit me suddenly." He stroked Andrei's face and Andrei tore himself away and stood. 

"Are we done?" Andrei scowled.

"Yes." Ivan looked up at him adoringly as he spoke with a crooked smile. 

Andrei checked himself and was relieved when he saw he wasn't hard at all from this. 

Later that evening, Vladimir called Andrei into his office. Andrei wore his new uniform proudly, even after the bizarre events from earlier. He knew that serving the Konni would involve anything but traditional military style operations. Vladimir walked over to him and gently gripped the side of Andrei's neck. "I heard you did exceedingly well, Andryusha. I'm proud of you." He smiled.

That sweet, dimpled smile set Andrei's heart on fire. He wasn't ready for it, he wasn't ready for his own reaction to it either. "Sir, are we going to just pretend I'm not being trained to be your pleasure doll?" He dared ask.

Vladimir dropped his chin down and chuckled. "You are being trained for so much more than that." He told him with a wicked sparkle in his dark eyes. "So much more..." 

Vladimir walked over to his desk once again and pulled a black box out of the bottom drawer. "For you." He winked.

Andrei took and opened the ominous black box and inside he found a very expensive-looking piece of facial armor. Fashioned into something similar to a respirator mask and muzzle, and made of black kevlar. When Andrei touched it, a row of red lights lit up.

"Sit." Vladimir patted his own leather desk chair, asking Andrei to sit in it.

Andrei brought the mask and sat down as Vladimir stood behind him. Vladimir leaned over him and took the mask gently from his hands. He placed if over Andrei's face and then proceeded to secure the straps around the back of Andrei's head and neck. Once everything was comfortably secured, he asked Andrei to stand and face him. 

Andrei stood up and when Vladimir saw him in the mask, his pupils blew open at the sight of HIS soldier. "Идеальный." (perfect) He purred as he traced the brutal angles of the mask. "Everyone will fear you." 

Chapter 8: The Arrangement

Summary:

Vladimir decides that it's time to test Andrei before they all go on the most dangerous mission of their lives.

Andrei was expecting Ivan to come and invade his personal space that evening, but after a private meeting between him and Vladimir, he never showed up. It was as if Vladimir had second thoughts about allowing Ivan to touch Andrei. Andrei was thinking that perhaps Vladimir came to his senses and realized he wasn't the right man for the "job". The big mission was close, Andrei was more than eager and he knew Vladimir must have been mentally preparing himself for the years he would be spending in the Gulag. Days went by and the tension in the air was thick all over the base. The waiting game was maddening for men like Andrei and Vladimir and the night before the mission, Andrei got a surprise visit.

"Commander, what can I do for you?" Andrei asked with a look of mild surprise as he watched Vladimir step into his quarters. Andrei didn't know that Vladimir had the passcode to his room, but that wasn't what surprised him. 

The lusty little smirk on his handsome face was what brought Andrei's brows up a little. Vladimir proceeded to strip, with a cool and collected expression. Andrei straightened his back as he sat on the edge of his bed, he set his tablet aside, wondering if he was even allowed to watch his Commander undress like this. 

"Sir..." Andrei went to speak but Vladimir raised his gloved hand.

"No words Andreika. The words between us must only involve Konni business and operations. Nothing more." He interrupted with his dark brows furrowed. 

"Understood." Andrei lowered his gaze a bit, but not out of shyness. 

He began to realize that his roll was most likely just to provide his Commander with a moment of relief and then move on after each "visit". It would be their sordid little secret- theirs' and Ivan's, though Ivan seemed to be removed from the picture. Again, Andrei found himself questioning why Vladimir chose him for this task. There were plenty of femme fatales among the Konni ranks, and delicate pretty ones of all genders too. Why him?

Vladimir stood a few feet away from Andrei, now in just his silk boxers. "I will only ask this once, Andreika, then you must figure it out for yourself. Kneel in front of me and show me how well-trained you are." Vladimir slipped his gloves off and tossed them aside. 

Andrei couldn't stop staring at Vladimir. His skin looked so smooth and soft, and the stark contrast between his porcelain skin and the few black tattoos he had, was strickingly appealing to Andrei. Andrei, himself, had quite a bit more ink than Vladimir, all the medals and badges he'd earned in Spec Ops and then as a merciless merc. Andrei caught Vladimir leering at him wantingly and the attention sent a shiver of delight down his spine. So when Vladimir demanded that Andrei strip completely naked, he knew then that Vladimir really did want him. Vladimir must have been sexually attracted to him, not just the idea of having control over him. 

Andrei stood and locked eyes with Vladimir as he stripped. Vladimir allowed the eye contact until Andrei was fully nude, then he scolded him lightly. Andrei didn't need further instruction, he knelt before Vladimir and bowed his head just a little. Vladimir gently gripped Andrei by his chin and lifted his gaze upward.

"Покажи мне, что ты можешь для меня сделать." (Show me what you can do for me.) Vladimir demanded. 

Andrei leaned forward and slid his large, strong hands up Vladimir's thighs until he got to his hips. He gripped him firmly, possessively even, and Vladimir tensed up at the not-so-subtle show of dominance. Andrei started to kiss Vladimir's clothed cock, feeling the firmness and heat against his lips. When he started to nip at the underside of it, Vladimir gasped very softly at the sudden, deliciously stimulating sensations that came from Andrei's actions. Andrei rubbed his face against Vladimir's growing erection, keeping his eyes narrowed but not completely shut. He brushed his lips against the underside, following it until he found the bulbous head of Vladimir's cock. When he pressed a kiss against it, he felt the sticky dampness from Vladimir's pre-seed already drenching his underwear so readily. It thrilled him to know that Vladimir was already this far along because of him. 

Andrei didn't ask, he just hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled Vladimir's boxers down over his ass. Before Vladimir could say anything, Andrei already had his hot lips wrapped around Vladimir's creamy cock. Andrei felt a jolt of protest in Vladimir's flesh, but he gripped the Russian by the ass, keeping him in place as he swallowed more of his manhood. 

"Блядь... Андрей... м-помедленнее." (Fuck...Andrei...s-slow down) Vladimir panted softly as he gripped the back of Andrei's neck and head with both hands. 

Andrei was a possessed man though. Feeling the tremors roll over his Commander's body against his own was too enticing, he felt such encouragement to continue. Andrei knew this man for all of five days and now here he was, shoving his cock down his throat. Vladimir got weak in the knees as Andrei pulled back enough to swirl his tongue around, tickling and rubbing up against some very sensative spots. Spots that Vladimir didn't even realize were that receptive to touch. Andrei was running on the dirtiest side of his imagination, a side he was only just delving into. He could feel the weakness in Vladimir's legs and how his ass softened up from it's tense state. 

Andrei pulled off completely and looked up at Vladimir as he stroked the back of his thigh and ass. "Вам следует сесть, Командир." (You should sit, Commander)

Vladimir released a breathless little scoff and shook his head, partly in disbelief that the man on his knees was giving him an order. Andrei was right though, the blissful pleasure that Andrei was giving him made him weak in the knees. He sat down and Andrei got right back to it. Andrei was naturally talented, but he wasn't accustomed to doing this, so his mouth and jaw got tired. He couldn't stop, so he used his hands to pleasure Vladimir's shaft. Andrei kept Vladimir's cock soaking wet with saliva as he straightened up, still on his knees, and milked Vladimir with both hands. Vladimir gripped the armrests, trying to keep his cool, but as his balls tightened up so did the rest of him. Andrei planted gentle kisses over Vladimir's pink rose-colored nipples and then sucked on one as he continued to jerk him off. Vladimir had never felt such bliss before, he felt light-headed as he collapsed back against the chair. 

"Такой хороший мальчик... не останавливайся." (Such a good boy. Don't stop.) Vladimir practically whined the last words as he thrust his lean hips upward and tossed his head back. 

Andrei shocked himself when he realized how much he wanted to actually fuck Vladimir. Vladimir was primed and ready and so damn irresistable like this. Gone was the intimidating, hard man who barked orders at everyone. He remained fairly composed and Andrei felt a wicked urge to make him crumble completely. Andrei felt that his mouth had recovered enough to proceed with the heavenly head he was giving Vladimir, so he took Vladimir into his mouth once more, sucking on him like a mint meltaway. 

"So good." Vladimir whispered as he grabbed a handful of Andrei's hair, his body shook, and he came hard down Andrei's throat. 

Feeling that desperate, trembling grip on his hair, and then the feverish fumbling hands on his shoulders as Vladimir tried to get himself grounded again was such a rush that Andrei felt his cock twitch. He had been so focused on the other man's pleasure, that he barely noticed how painfully hard he was. As he licked Vladimir clean, he couldn't fight the need to stroke himself, but Vladimir leaned down and stayed his hand. 

"Save it for me." He smirked wickedly. 

Vladimir's dark eyes looked soft for just a moment longer before they grew cold once more.  

"Sir... you won't be back for four years, are you asking me to wait that long?" Andrei asked him.

"Just don't count the hours, Andreika." He smiled as he looked down at Andrei and raked his fingers through Andrei's hair. 

Chapter 9: According to Plan

Summary:

Things go according to plan for the Konni, but Andrei starts to realize that being without his Commander is going to be far more challenging than expected. It doesn't help that Ivan wants favors from Andrei for bringing him into the pack.

Vladimir allowed himself to be captured by Task Force 141, putting up very little physical resistance, but not holding back on inflammatory remarks. He was a one comment shy of getting killed by Soap MacTavish. He was thrown in the Gulag right away, and it took less than twenty-four hours for him to start pulling the strings again. He was given access to a phone and kept away from the general population at all times. Andrei and Ivan kept busy, keeping the Konni carbon prints to a minimum. They sold stolen weapons and other illegal items to expand their connections and funds. Milena, their financier, kept a close watch on Konni's bank accounts and kept a friendly business relationship going with Vladimir's contacts. 

Several months later, Andrei found himself really missing Vladimir. His presence was a huge motivator for Andrei and he was seeing that clearly now. Milena invited Ivan and Andrei to stay at her private villa in Greece, and while Ivan was eager for a little time off, Andrei was hesitant. He couldn't enjoy himself with his leader behind bars, this was an enormous derailment for him. As they sat in Milena's private jet, she saw the distant look on Andrei's handsome face. She patted him on the knee, snapping him out of it. 

"What troubles you, Andrei?" She asked as she leaned back and set her phone down. 

"He misses Vova." Ivan chimed in with a playful smirk. 

"We all do, but trust in him, he knows what he's doing." She smiled warmly. 

Ivan just nodded in response to her comment, agreeing with her. Milena didn't say anything, but she found it strange how personally attached Andrei was to Vladimir after such a short time with him. She noticed at the last meeting she had with Vladimir, that Vladimir seemed anxious until Andrei entered the room. She never saw him like that before, but she didn't entertain any far out ideas. This was Vladimir Makarov; a lone wolf with a heart of stone and Andrei Nolan, a cold-blooded mercenary with any icy stare. Only Ivan knew the true nature of their relationship and he would take it to his grave with him, or until the information could be used as personal leverage. He knew this knowledge was both a gift and a curse and he was angry that Vladimir forbade him from coming near Andrei again. 

After a very long flight, they finally arrived and Milena showed them to their luxurious rooms. Ivan tossed his bag down and flopped down onto the king-sized bed. Andrei's room seemed to be miles away and Ivan took several minutes just to get to it. Andrei was already unpacked, but in such a tidy manner. Everything was out of his duffle bag, but neatly folded and stacked. He kept his leather shaving kit on top of his folded underwear for quick access. Andrei was baby-face smooth at all times, until lately. He started to allow a little stubble to come in and Ivan liked that look on him. Milena sent a messenger to collect the two Konni leaders for dinner. It was a casual affair, out on the large terrace under a white linen canopy by the beautiful blue-lit pool. She had candles and other natural glowing lights strung about. 

"This was a gift from my husband... after he died." She smiled evilly. 

Ivan chuckled as he finished his sixth glass of wine. "At least he was good for something." He spoke against the lip of his glass. 

Andrei was pensive and withdrawn as usual, so Ivan slid up next to him and nudged him a little. "С ним всё будет хорошо, Андрейка. У него есть союзники внутри." (He will be fine, Andreika. He has allies on the inside.)

Andrei nodded absent-mindedly and downed his large glass of vodka. He sucked his teeth and then looked right into Ivan's eyes. "You can't be certain." He told Ivan. 

"You boys are so depressing!" Milena told them as she stood up and straightened her skirt. "I'm going out tonight, don't wait up." She waved dismissively. 

Ivan leaned in close, brushing his nose up against the side of Andrei's ear and Andrei flinched away. "What are you doing, Vanya?" 

"Cheering you up, boy. Lighten up." He gripped the back of Andrei's neck and gave it a possessive squeeze. "You know I think about you nearly every night. It's a shame that Vladimir changed his mind about allowing me to...train you." Ivan tickled Andrei's ear and loved watching it redden. 

"Stop, we can't be doing this." Andrei told him with an annoyed look.

"Oh... do you think he owns you now? That you belong to him? Trust me Andrei, I am certain he only used you as a desperate chance at pleasure before possibly dying during that mission. He won't even speak about it three years from now. It was a lapse of sanity for him." Ivan slurred his words a little. 

"You're drunk, Vanya. Go to bed." Andrei shrugged him off.

"Come now, Andreika... please join me. It would do us both good." 

Andrei stared at Ivan. "You aren't into men, Vanya, stop making a fool of us both."

"You're right sweetheart, I'm not, but I'm sure as fuck into you." Ivan dared to stroke Andrei's hair and Andrei gripped him hard by the wrist stopping him before he could touch him again. 

"You aren't married to him, Andreika. Forget about him as anything but your leader. Respect him, obey him, praise him...but don't love him." Ivan sounded strangely sober as he spoke. 

Andrei shot up off his seat and pulled Ivan up with him. Ivan wore a look of surprise as he found himself suddenly standing and dizzy. Andrei guided him to his bedroom and shoved him down. "Sleep, Sir." He told Ivan. 

Ivan kept forgetting that he was actually Andrei's commanding officer. Ivan pulled Andrei down on top of himself, knocking the air from his own lungs. "Fuck, you are such a big boy aren't you." He spoke in a breathy, strained voice as Andrei crushed him a little under his weight. 

"I'm not fat." Andrei snapped at him. 

"Oh no, I meant juicy." Ivan grabbed Andrei's ass with both hands and rolled him onto his back. 

Ivan started to feverishly kiss Andrei but within seconds, he was out cold, mouth open against the side of Andrei's neck. Andrei chuckled to himself, knowing this would happen. He patted the older man on the head and slipped outside. He stood close to one of Milena's bodyguards and when he smelled the smoke from their cigarette his heart clenched. It made him think of Vladimir. He scolded himself, remembering Ivan's words of wisdom. There was no way that he could possibly love him and he knew Vladimir didn't love OR care about him. It was ridiculous to think he was anything but a little pet project and one-night stand, used as a distraction to keep Vladimir from going insane with stress before his big mission. 

Andrei went to bed with a hardened heart and the lingering question as before: Why did Vladimir choose him though?   

Chapter 10: Homecoming

Summary:

Vladimir makes the call and the Konni war machine emerges from the darkness more powerful than ever.

Notes:

Just a quick chapter to get the pace going.

Ivan got the call they all had been waiting for and it was time to get Vladimir out of prison. The plans had been carefully laid out for nearly a year and Andrei was more than ready to welcome his Commander back. The rescue mission went well except for a surprising show of defiance from Ivan. It was a call that needlessly cost them a helicopter and five men. Vladimir instantly began to favor Andrei once more from the moment they entered the elevator. Something was different about Vladimir, Andrei saw the chaos swirling in his dark eyes, that aggressive hunger for power and control, but above all else, he craved action. He ran ahead of them, gunning down the guards and prisoners alike, thriving in the bloodshed and chaos. Ivan looked disturbed by this new side of his friend and leader. They had to take a boat out and Vladimir ended up saving Andrei's life from the dark, merciless waters. 

When they got back to the base, Vladimir didn't take any sentimental strolls, he didn't shake hands with anyone. He called Andrei into his office and Ivan was surprised when he saw the door shut before he could enter. He knew he was in the doghouse for defying Vladimir's wishes. He didn't know that Vladimir was giving Andrei the kill command, but he did hear Andrei openly protesting something. The door flung open and Vladimir was leading the group once again, out to the hanger to greet Milena. A few words from the Commander and then, the completely unexpected public execution. It was a message to those who would defy him within his own ranks and also a warning to any enemies. He was back and much more extreme than ever. Andrei's heart raced as Vladimir addressed everyone, his voice booming off the steel walls of the hanger. The adrenaline from the kill still coursed through him. The energetic cheers from his soldiers set a riot of excitement in Andrei. To Andrei, Vladimir went to prison four years ago as a Prince, and emerged a King. 

Within days, Vladimir was meeting with his supporters almost daily, all while planning his next big attack. He had most of it set while behind bars, but there was some perfecting needed. Andrei silently mourned Ivan's death and then moved on. Vladimir requested that Andrei come along to the last meeting he would have in the city. Andrei stepped out of the black luxury sedan and opened an ample-sized black umbrella. Pearly raindrops hit it hard as he opened the door on the passenger side. He checked all marks first before letting his beloved Commander exit the vehicle. He watched his every move until he realized he was distracted by him. Straightening his back, he then gripped the heavy umbrella with a black leather-gloved hand. It was a grey day out, the air was crisp and cold. He loved it like that because it was nothing like back home.

Vladimir stood tall, and glanced up at Andrei with a familiar little smirk on his handsome face. Andrei wanted so badly to touch him, to gently stroke that little dimple on his smirking cheek. They had been together only one time, over four years ago but Vladimir saw the yearning behind that steel gaze. He gifted his protector with a little smile, a gesture of acknowledgment and gratitude. Andrei made him feel invincible. They headed down the alley on foot, just the two of them huddled under an umbrella. They maintained a professional distance at all times, just a man and his bodyguard was how it looked. The side door was just down the alley, the meeting was going to be brief. Vladimir stopped Andrei from opening the rusty metal door and pulled him down by the lapels of his black wool suit coat. Andrei’s eyes flew open for only a moment as he felt the power of Vladimir’s need. The trembling of his hands, the stutter in his sighing breath. Their lips met for the first time, Andrei eyes instantly closed as he drank in the moment. The smell of sweet coffee and hint of cigarette smoke lingered in Andrei’s nostrils long after Vladimir broke the kiss. The cool rain drummed against the umbrella, but Andrei barely heard it for several moments. Neither man said anything, but beneath the men's hardened exteriors, was a blazing inferno of desire and years of unanswered need. 

Chapter 11: Defeat

Summary:

One of the worst things possible happens to to the Konni Commander: Andrei has been captured by 141.

Notes:

I get a bit dramatic here with Vladimir's feelings.

"I need you to hold this base, finish those 141 dogs for me." Vladimir got in Andrei's face as he spoke his demand. 

Andrei gave him a firm nod as the chopper descended enough for Vladimir to hop up. Vladimir wanted to pull Andrei down and kiss him, but he dared not. Even Czar-9 had certain rules he had to follow. 

"I will return after this meeting with our Shadow friend." Vladimir hopped up onto the small helicopter, letting his legs dangle over. 

"What if we can't trust him?" Andrei shouted with his eyes narrowed in thought. 

"Then we fucking shoot him." Vladimir replied as he was lifted up and away. 

Andrei's elites respected him more than they did Vladimir himself. He was their fierce and loyal captain, a man they all looked up to. Cold, focused and never afraid, he was the ultimate warrior. Everyone knew that Andrei killed his friend and commanding officer without question and there was no greater show of dedication to a man like Vladimir than that. 

Unfortunately for Andrei, 141 was ready for whatever he had set up for them. Gaz and Price shredded his elites as they made their way up the complex. Andrei took a slug to the shoulder and one to the leg. He was deeply shocked and dissapointed with himself when he realized that all it took was two bullets to get him down. He had to think fast. His choices were simple. He could go down fighting like the warrior he was, but then he would be of no use to Vladimir dead, or he could stay down and see if 141 would simply capture him. He wasn't giving up, just temporarily giving in. Perhaps he could infiltrate them, get some type of information during his interrogation. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell them anything. 

He stayed down, laying on his side, feeling the bullets burn in his flesh like the rage in his heart. He cursed lavishly at the first person to approach him. An enemy chopper whirled above him, there was no going back now. He spat at Gaz and received a sledgehammer punch to the face. 

Lights out. 

When Andrei came to, he found himself in a hot and stuffy prison cell, stripped down to his undershirt and boxerbriefs. The sun was blazing through the prison bars, worsening his migraine. Andrei didn't know the people who entered the room, they weren't the four men he knew of. They proceeded to interrogate and threaten him, but he just shut his eyes and looked down a little in a show of defiance. 

Meanwhile, Vladimir just received word of Andrei's defeat and capture. He threw his phone across his office, using every Russian obscenity known to man. One of his bases was destroyed, his best soldiers killed and... worst of all he lost Andrei. The rage gave way to primal fear. He fell back into his chair, his heart pounded, mind raced. Everything was fucked. He could have lived with losing the base and a few Konnis but losing Andrei was physically and symbolically a devasting blow. Andrei was a beacon of strength and motivation for him and his forces. A man that wouldn't ever back down, someone loyal to the point of self-detriment. 

Vladimir resolved to do whatever it took to rescue him the moment the attack on the subway was complete. He just hoped it wouldn't be too late. After less than two hours of sleep the night before, Vladimir got back into the zone. The cameras were highjacked and the bombs were all set. He had all his Konnis in place, to thwart anyone who would try to stop this attack. He wished Andrei was there with him for extra support, he knew that he could depend on Andrei to finish the job should he, himself, fall. 

The timer was activated and as Vladimir went to escape, 141 clashed with him and his men. The Scot kept coming at Vladimir, trying to protect Captain Price. Vladimir put him down and dashed off. Soap MacTavish's death was a terrible loss for the team, Vladimir knew he struck them right in the heart. He had to ready himself for the worst retaliations. Andrei immediately came to mind. It was a race to the minute now, if Andrei wasn't already dead, he would be within hours. He managed to track the little device Andrei kept in his muzzle mask. All of Andrei's gear was in the prison area not far from his fallen base. 

With a small team of his best, Vladimir found Andrei. He was bound to a chair, covered in blood, stiff strands of hair fell over his bruised brow. His head was down, his body slumped. Vladimir had the cell door blown open and they gunned down any guards who rushed over to investigate. He got down on his haunches as his men went on a shooting rampage, killing all of Andrei's captors. The sound of gunshots got Andrei to open his swollen eyes. He was too weak to lift his head right away, but he saw Vladimir looking up a him with such profound concern in his dark eyes. It was a look he never imagined Vladimir would wear. 

"I look like hell, don't I? I didn't talk, Volodya. I didn't." Andrei coughed out some of the words. 

Vladimir reached up and brushed the blood soaked hair from Andrei's face. 

"No, you look like a man who's been through hell. Come back to me, Andreika. We will get you taken care of." Vladimir stroked Andrei's jawline with one gloved finger, noting how Andrei flinched just a little. 

Seeing Andrei so broken and beaten made him grind his teeth until they nearly shattered. He wanted to kill everyone else in the world, to make them pay for Andrei's suffering. "Take him... carefully." Vladimir ordered his soldiers with a stern look. He watched as they guided Andrei to the chopper with the thirst for destruction even stronger than ever. 

His mind cleared as they rode in the chopper. He knew what to do next. He would cut off any loose threads, starting with the traiter, Milena. Anyone that 141 got to or may have gotten to, he would eliminate first. He would of course spare Andrei, but he knew that he would need to explain that decision to his supporters and followers. In addition to that, he would need to be completely certain Andrei didn't have a moment of weakness and tell 141 anything. 

Chapter 12

Summary:

Andrei recovers quickly, driven by his desire to prove himself once again. Vladimir has other plans for him.

Andrei was loosing his mind with all the bedrest, but Vladimir insisted. Andrei had some serious injuries, including a concussion that required him to lay still most of the time. Vladimir couldn't stay beside him for too long, but he visited him nearly everyday. He told Andrei about his plans to gather some powerful new allies and of course make 141 pay along the way. Vladimir's plans shifted a bit, as did his vision of the future. He was desperate, willing to side with those whom he considered to be unworthy in the past. Once Andrei was up and running, he trained harder than ever. He recruited a fresh group of ultra-nationalists and some who just believed in Vladimir's mission to change the world. 

Andrei was distraught when he realized that while he was allowed to train the new elites, Vladimir forbade him from going on active duty yet. He also omitted certain classified details; things he would normally tell Andrei. Andrei knew that Vladimir didn't fully trust him anymore and he understood why. He had just spent several days getting tortured by the enemy, anyone would have cracked. Anyone but him. When he was at his wit's end, he finally cornered Vladimir in his office.

"Volodya... please talk to me. How can I prove my unending loyalty to you once more?" He barred Vladimir's path with one arm up and his palm pressed to the door frame. 

"There is nothing to prove right now...time will reveal what I seek." Vladimir smiled up at Andrei.

"But we don't have time, do we, Commander." He wasn't asking, he was noting.

Vladimir smirked up at him, and then gave him a look of approval. "Come to my quarters tonight." Vladimir gently pushed passed Andrei and without looking back he spoke, "Wear something casual and lightweight." 

He was gone within seconds, lost in the stream of bustling soldiers all in black. Andrei loved to watch Vladimir, the way he moved his hands, the way he walked. That cocky gait, the angle of his shoulders and tilt of his head as he assessed something. His smile was radiantly beautiful to Andrei, but to an enemy it was something that would evoke dread or fear. Andrei obeyed the order, showering, shaving, tidying up his undercut and of course slipping into a black tracksuit and sneakers. He had never done anything like this before and as he got to Vladimir's quarters, his heart pounded in his chest at the realization that he had never been in Vladimir's private area. A Rook that Andrei personally trained gave him a nod and Andrei acknowledged with a stern, respectful nod. He went in and was immediately ambushed by several Konni soldiers.

"What the fuck is going on? Where's the Commander? You best not have harmed him!" Andrei broke free and more soldiers came running in, including the Rook who saluted him. 

They subdued him, dragged him out and Andrei found himself stripped to his underwear with his arms tied up above his head. He was on a rack, treated like an enemy or traitor. He bowed his head and gritted his teeth. He cursed himself first, and then became disheartened. He should have known better than to think Vladimir would want him around anymore. He was too much of a risk; compromised or not, he allowed himself to be captured. Vladimir stepped in as the others poured out, leaving them alone. Andrei watched Vladimir approach him with a cold look in his dark eyes. Vladimir slowly slid his buttery-soft leather belt through the loops of his tailored suit pants. Vladimir planned on testing him, he would touch him in slow and subtle ways, meant to make him hungry and desperate for connection. Andrei’s arms start to tingle as they remained suspended above his head. Being on the cold rack made Andrei think back on that poor Shadow bastard that Vladimir stabbed to death. Andrei imagined Vladimir taking that knife and plunging it slowly into his lung. He would lean in and kiss him on his lips as blood would gush over them both. He would let his Commander bleed him dry and thank him for it. The warped thoughts were instantly halted as he felt Vladimir yank his boxer briefs down and then there was the bite of the leather belt across his ass. He didn't cry out or protest, he deserved this for his failure. Again and again the belt came down, reddening his flesh, the welts burned, but then he felt Vladimir gently stroking the battered flesh, making it tingle. It excited Andrei, to be on the receiving end of his Commander's aggressive side for once. 

“Have you had enough yet, Andryusha?” Vladimir purred against Andrei's ear from behind.

Andrei shook his head and he heard his Commander breathe a sigh of contentment through his nostrils. Andrei's response pleased him. Andrei was just as unbreakable and dangerous as ever, yet he submitted to him so gracefully. Vladimir whipped Andrei several times more and then stroked the welts. As his smooth gloved hands grazed the deeper lashings, Andrei moaned very softly.

“Good boy… such a good boy.” Vladimir rubbed Andrei’s firm round ass so gently that it tickled. “Ready?” He asked through clenched teeth. 

Andrei didn't know what Vladimir meant, but he nodded with a stern look on his face. Vladimir whipped Andrei across his back and Andrei tensed up, pulling on the chains holding him. Vladimir got so hard at the sight of his guard dog’s body tensing, coiling and writhing. Vladimir put his belt back on and then grabbed Andrei's by the chin, but no too hard. He remembered Andrei sustained a dislocated jaw just over a week ago. 

"Скажи мне правду, любимый: ты действительно молчал?" (Tell me the truth, beloved. Did you really keep quiet?)

The endearment made Andrei's breath hitch for just a second. He was Vladimir's beloved? The thought sent a surge of energetic joy through him. 

"Я никогда не говорил им ничего, кроме проклятий." (I never said anything other than to curse them)

Vladimir stroked Andrei's cheek and then traced his cheekbone. "I believe you." He whispered with a little smile. "Do you know why I got Ivan involved at first?"

Andrei wanted to ask that question since it all began.

"I couldn't bear to face the humiliation of rejection from you. Surely you must understand my predicament. A man like me and a man like you... I couldn't just approach you."

"I understand, Sir." Andrei replied.

"Let me take care of you now, Andryusha." Vladimir freed Andrei from the rack and Andrei pulled him into a tight embrace. 

Vladimir let Andrei leave first, deliberately showing the other Konni his welts and cuts. This way noone thought Andrei got off free for getting captured. When Andrei got to Vladimir's quarters, Vladimir instantly ordered him to lay on his stomach so he could put soothing cream on his injuries. Seeing that flash of bare wrist sent a thrill right down to Andrei's cock. When Vladimir was done putting the balm on Andrei's welts, Andrei sat up and took him by the hand. He pressed his nose to Vladimir's bare wrist, inhaling his scent along with the lavender-scented cream.  

Vladimir got behind Andrei and rubbed his shoulders for him until the cream seeped into his skin nicely. "I have one more thing I want to do to you Andrei...I promise it won't involve punishment."

Andrei looked trustingly at Vladimir and nodded compliantly.