Adrian The day goes by quickly. While Nikolai sends Ilya, Kuzma and some other guards on an errand, I stay back. Sometimes, I find it really Annoying that he leaves me out of it. Even if we are doing things behind closed doors, I'm still working under him. I should at least get something to do, Nikolai just doesn't want to hear of it.The moment the clock hits 2, I find myself getting ready to his art room which he asked me to come to. I wonder what's going to happen there. Just when I'm about to step out of the room, my phone in my pocket rings. It's Uncle Sergei.I let out a tired sigh, closing the door back. I go straight into the bathroom to receive the call, as I don't want to risk anyone hearing me.“Uncle Sergei,” My voice is low and composed as I receive the call.“You're slacking Adrian.” That's the first words he says. I inhale sharply as I run my hands through my hair. It's not as easy as it seems.“No, I'm not. I'm only being careful.” I tell him but he mumbles something
Nikolai I smile the moment I see Adrian walk into my Art room. I’ve been waiting for him and he was pretty late. I can only guess that something held him up, that’s why he delayed.“So I should remain standing here?” His words jolt me out of my thoughts and I lift my head, with a smile on my face as I nod, “Yes.” He’s standing behind a stool, but I’m going to make him sit later on. I’m painting him. There’s no way I’m not going to paint the handsome male in front of me. I’ve been meaning to do it, and today happens to be the day since I’m free.“So what should I do next?” He asks with a curious look on his face as I chuckle.“Pull off your shirt, pretty boy,” I smirk, as I take a second look at all my brushes to make sure that they are all perfect. I’ve been painting since I was a little kid, it’s something that I love doing. It calms me down. Whenever I got shunned by Zoya or got beaten up by my father. I always drew or painted something. You can say this art room was my solace and
Nikolai We both move around the room, still kissing each other hard as we come to a stop when Adrian’s back rests against a table. He wraps his hands around my neck, pulling me closer, our bodies almost becoming one as we kiss each other hard. “Fuck it!” He curses, his words barely audible due to the kiss as his hands roam all over my body. His hands find my buttons and he begins to button my shirt. He pulls off the shirt after he’s done and he tosses it aside afterwards. My finger traces through his jawline as I kiss him hard, our tongues dancing in the same sync like we want to take each other's breath away. The moment feels so passionate and intimate and I don’t want it to stop. He finally breaks off from the kiss, going down on his knees the next second. I really love it when he goes down on his knees for me, looking all pretty and ready to be fucked. He does not waste any moment as he lets down the zip of my trousers. His hands make their way into the waistband of my boxer, f
Nikolai My cock slides into his mouth as he begins to suck hungrily on it. Fuck! I've missed this feeling so much, though it has only been like a day that I did not get to feel his mouth wrapped around my cock, it still feels like ages.My ragged breathing coupled with the sound of him gagging fills the room as he brings my cock in and out of his mouth, sucking on it vigorously. “Fuck! Adrian. You really know how to do a good job.” I say out breathlessly, my words breaking as I speak.It feels so fucking out as my dick throbs even more as he makes sloppy sounds, taking in and out.I would really love to take over the reins and fuck his mouth, but I decide not to and just allow him to suck me off instead until I cum. And I know it will not take long before he gets me to cum.Blow jobs from him, just keep getting better and better. He keeps getting better and better. I've never felt this good, not when a woman is sucking off as even a man. Everything feels complete to Adrian. I don't
NikolaiI pour the lube over his arse hole, its scented smell filling the air as it tries to overcome the smell of oil paint. I had long bent him over the table as he sets out his arse for me to fuck. “This is one of the most sexy ass ever.’’ I confess with a smile on my face as I begin to work two of my fingers, in and out of his ass. Honestly, he has the most sexy, perfectly rounded arse ever. He’s so fucking hot, and I can’t help but run my hands over his sexy ass cheeks. My dick is still fucking hard, and I can’t wait to get it into his hole, but I’ll have to prep him with my fingers first.“You’re taking my fingers so well, pretty boy. I know you’ll do the same with my cock.’’ I say with a smirk on my face and I'm rewarded with that sexy moan of his. “Mhm….fuck….mhmm..oh my….fuck.’’ He moans and curses at the same time and hearing him moan out due to the pleasure I'm offering him, makes my whole body tingle with anticipation. His tight hole basically sucks in the whole length o
Adrian As Nikolai and I lie on the bed, I can feel his fingertips drawing an imaginary lie on my back. I have something to ask him and in looking for the perfect way to start asking for my request. I’m fucking nervous, and I hope that he can’t sense that. “Do you have anything to tell me, pretty boy?” He questions, and there is a hint of curiosity in his voice. “You’ve been moving your body nervously and your mouth keeps opening and closing, if you have anything to say to me, spill.” He urges and I suck in a deep breath. We just finished having two rounds of hot sex and my whole body aches, especially my butt hole. My head rests on his chest as o love the feel of the warmth that goes through me as our naked bodies touch. “Well,” I begin as I take a deep breath. I want to take him out of the house, us alone. I want to bring him to Uncle Sergei, just like he had asked me to. I already have the excuse to give to Nikolai. I’m only struggling with how I’ll spill. “Let’s go out.”
Adrian “How long are we going to walk? How far is the deck? It's getting colder.” I can hear the annoyance in Nikolai's voice as we both walk along the pathway. And agreed, it's fucking cold. It's snowing and it seems the coats we are both wearing are not doing too much justice. “I thought that you've lived here in Russia For 30 years and you're used to the cold already?” I taunt with a smile on my face, using the same exact tone that he always uses when he's saying those words. He always flaunts that he's immune to the cold. “Well, it's snowing right on me. And I did not wear enough coats for this particular journey,” He draws out in sarcasm. Thankfully I came prepared. I pull out the backpack I’m carrying and I bring out a fur coat. I noticed that he was wearing just a coat and his gloves, so I brought one just in case.“Wear it.” He casts a glance at me as he collects the coat from me. I knew we were both going to walk because a car can’t pass through this path.“We are almost
Adrian My mind is in a fucking mess as I glance from my uncle and then to Nikolai who's lying lifelessly on the ground. He's been shot and is bleeding badly. The redness of his blood is already so visible on the white snow.“Fuck, Nikolai!!” I yell and I rush to his side, crouching down. He's wearing a thick black jacket, making it hard to locate his wounds. “Oh my God.” My chest heaves as my hands travel all over his body. His eyes are wide open and there's a look of shock in his green eyes as he looks at me in anger and hatred. He seems to be in so much pain as he struggles to speak.“Get your damn hands off me.” He blurts out in laboured breathing and blood follows as it flows down the corner of his lips while he tries to push my hands away. I finally find the spot where he was shot. His shoulder and stomach. “Stop being so stubborn or you're going to die.” I mumble in panic as I quickly remove the shawl around my neck, which I press to the wound on his stomach.“Didn't you brin
Nikolai I've never been so frustrated and hopeful in my thirty years of living. It has been the same thing for me, it's like I keep going back and forth, doing the same thing over and over again. Dealing with a little work and coming back to the hospital to sit and watch Adrian as he sleeps while I fill him in with how my day went as I also beg him to open his eyes. It's been two weeks since Zorya's funeral, and Adrian still hasn't opened his eyes. He's still in the fucking coma. I've invited different doctors from far and wide to do something, but the result is still the same. ‘He’s out of danger, it's just left for him to wake up. I'm sorry sir.’ These are their exact words. And it takes everything within me not to smash the nearest objects in their head for failing to bring my Adrian back. I sigh loudly as I lean by the door, watching as Adrian sleeps on the bed. He's still as pretty as ever and looks like a sleeping beauty. I always kiss his lips each time I come here, hoping t
Nikolai I stand at the front of the crowded church, my eyes fixed on the polished wooden casket before me. The soft glow of candlelight casts a sombre ambience, and the sweet scent of flowers wafts through the air. The mourners are seated, their faces etched with grief and sadness.The church is packed, with every pew filled. The soft murmur of whispered conversations and the occasional sniffle are the only sounds that break the silence. I recognize many of the faces, some of whom I've known for years, while others are strangers who've come to pay their respects.The priest stands at the podium, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on me. He nods solemnly, and I nod back, my expression stern. The priest clears his throat, and the room falls silent. "Dear friends and family," he begins in Russian, his voice low and soothing. "We gather today to bid farewell to a young life, cut short in its prime."I keep a straight face while staring at the casket. Never once did I think that
Adrian Life can be so unpredictable and unfair, especially to me. It's like the very moment I was born, I was destined not to have a good life. Because why? Just when I think I can finally be happy, everything goes upside down. Sergei is my father. The man I looked up to for years and thought that he was my uncle who loved me. He's my father. One that hates me so much, that he wants me to die and I guess his wish is coming true because I'm dying. My body falls with a thud, and Nikolai quickly kneels, gathering me up in his arms as he places my head on his lap. He points his gun in a direction and when I hear a gunshot, I know that he has officially killed Sergei. The pungent smell of blood fills the air as pain pierces through my whole body. It hurts a lot. “Fuck! Adrian!!! What the fuck!!” Nikolai curses, his hands going through my body as he tries to find my wound. I got shot in the right side of my upper chest. “Get the fucking doctor!!!” He yells and I've never seen Nikolai
Adrian I'm utterly dumbfounded as I stare at Zorya and then at Sergei. He can't be my father. All my life has been a lie. There is no way!! It's not possible, not in any fucking way. How can Sergei be my father?“You tried to kill me!!” I yell at him, my breath shaking as I ignore the banging ache in my head. He tried to fucking kill me and he's my dad. How? “And that's because you proved to be useless and weak!! And what's the expense of that??? A man!!!” Uncle Sergei’s voice thunders as he points at Nikolai who is standing beside me. “You're a failure!! I can't father a failure!!” “You never stuck to the plan. The plan was to kill Nikolai. I don't birth weaklings, Adrian. You are a weakling!!!” He spits with pure venom and contempt. “Hey watch it!!!” Nikolai growls and the next moment, he is pointing his gun at Sergei. “I suggest you shut the fuck up and watch your tongue.” He warns, his tone deadly. Sergei bites his lower lips, pointing his gun at me. Nikolai’s men point their
Nikolai I don't panic, as I help Adrian to stand on his feet, his head resting weakly on my shoulders. Kuzma must have captured Pavel when I asked them to surround the house. I don't flinch, even when Sergei’s gun is pointed at my head. He won't try shit. This man has never loved Adrian, Adrian was only a means to get whatever he was aiming for and my mother is a cohort. “You bastard!! Tell them to release my son!! I will kill you if anything happens to Pavel!!” Zorya yells in fear, angrily pointing at me. And I scoff, glancing at the man who has a hardened look on his face. He's brown-haired, just like Adrian, with the same brown eyes as well. “And tell this shrimp that you're fucking to put his gun aside. It's disrespectful.” I tsk with a small chuckle and then my eyes land on Adrian who keeps mumbling incoherent words. “Sergei drop the gun! They have Pavel. The plan is already ruined. They will kill him!” She yells again in panic. Oh! How much she loves her son. Why does she n
Nikolai For some strange reason, I've been feeling uneasy since I came home. I needed to make an appearance as there were a few deals I needed to sign on. And now, I'm in my office with Ilya, but I feel uneasy. A part of me keeps telling me that I shouldn't have left Adrian alone, I know he was lying to me. He is being watched by someone, it's obvious he has a stalker, and though I already sent Kuzma there, I still feel very uncomfortable. “Are these the last files that needs my signature?” I ask Ilya who shakes his head, before dumping another pile of files on the table in front of me. I sigh, slowly shaking my head and I pick up my pen, to continue signing on every paper. “Did you get any call from Viktor?” I ask my eyes fixed on the papers. “Yes, Pakhan. I already passed the message to him.” I nod, “Arrange for a meeting. I want to meet all of them.” I state and Viktor nods. I continue signing the papers, and I'm already halfway done when my phone rings. It's Kuzma. I receiv
Adrian Nikolai and I finally made up and he was officially my boyfriend. Dating him has to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me, if not the best. We had spent the last three days cosying up in my deckhouse. Just the two of us, wrapped in each other arms as we told each other our ambitions and dreams. It has been a lot of bonding up and the best three days of my life. It was like we've known each other for years, not just a few fleeting days. It was peaceful and calm with him. Aside from talking, Nikolai was taking care of me so well, by going the extra mile. He did not allow me to lift a finger, he took care of the dishes and cooking. It was just the two of us, trying new things and fucking. That cannot be left out. Whenever he was not cooking or cleaning, Nikolai did not take his hands off me. Even at night, we try different positions and he wakes me every morning, sucking me off as he makes sure I cum in his mouth. Everything has been going so well and I hope
Nikolai I finally had the best time of my life after what felt like an eternity. I don't even wish for this day to stop as I just want Adrian to be in my arms. We are both lying on the couch after having intense rounds of sex. I fucked him twice again after the first round before I finally got exhausted. Now we're both lying naked in each other’s arms, still on the couch. The only difference now is that Adrian is lying on top of me. The couch can barely fit us, especially me, my legs are dangling on the end. We were too tired to go to his bedroom, so we just stayed here. I smile as I look down at Adrian who seems to be asleep, I can't see his face. His head is resting on my chest and mine is resting on the couch’s armrest as I wrap my hand around his waist. “Are you sleeping?” I ask curiously, the only thing I can hear is his sift breathing. And this feels so intimate, amazing and right. “No.” He replies his voice soft and he lifts his head to plant a quick kiss on my lips before
Nikolai The rest of the Bravta do not have a say in my life, nor will they judge my sexuality. Adrian does not need to be scared over anything. I've got everything under control. “They are not going to insist on that pretty boy,” I tell him. Vladimir has stepped down.Mikhail is definitely not the kind of person to judge. Alexei is now a married man and is still caught up trying to convince his father-in-law that he's the best for Tatiana, Viktor does not care. Sexuality does not matter and we don't judge in our brotherhood. We always support each other and I'm going to see to that as the new leader, while I uphold the legacy of the Bratva. So Adrian literally has nothing to worry about. And I'm fully Bi-sexual now, I no longer find women attractive in the slightest. In fact, I don't find any other person attractive aside from Adrian. “I'm just worried-” “Do you trust me?” I ask in a low voice as he holds his gaze with mine, while nodding slowly. “Good, then trust that I have ever