Crime and Punishment [Gladis & Joyabe]

[Joyabe]

When the romantic path opened as an option with Dmitry, or more accurately when Will decided to take it, he was prepared for a lot. Surely, he figured, a man with Dmitry's reputation would have a reservoir of lovers just waiting for his word to pop by- whether they were rewarded financially or just loved the power that came with a man like him. Not only that, but Will was sure this simple fact would make Dmitry treat his lovers as if they were disposable- both this assumption and his reputation led Will to the unavoidable conclusion he was about to involve himself with a powerful and maybe even forceful man.

 

And yet, even through his drunken haze, he was surprised at how gently he was being treated. For a moment, the vindictive part of his brain thought that maybe Dmitry was compensating for something after all- maybe he was just that tough guy act when on the inside he was more of a scared kitten- or at least something like that. Clearly, this wasn't the best description of Dmitry as he did more than enough to show he was nothing like that, but at the moment this was the best Will's whisky infused mind could come up with. It also made it so that he could only hold on to that thought for a moment before he was completely drawn in by Dmitry once again.

 

Every mark he felt being left on his skin sent shivers down his spine and his arms instinctively reached and snaked around the other's neck. He only let him go when Dmitry was kind enough to rid him of the restraint of his clothes, and was more than happy to pull him back in with an equal hunger when he leaned down to kiss him again. Despite everything, Will had to admit the man knew what he was doing. His kisses seemed to ignite a sort of carnal wanting within him, a sentiment he expressed clearly when Dmitry grabbed his erect member.

 

Moaning loudly into the kiss, Will's back arched as he tried pushing himself harder against Dmitry, his body enjoying every touch yet asking for more. What could he say? Will was a greedy guy, the all or nothing type, and right now he certainly wanted it all.

 

Pulling Dmitry even deeper into the kiss, Will threw his leg over him, flipping them over without breaking any of their precious contact. Only when he was straddling the other did he allow himself to come up for air, using the opportunity to get rid of his shirt completely. This also allowed him to fully appreciate Dmitry- while Will was in quite a good shape, he still looked almost scrawny in comparison to him. Running one hand from his lower abdomen up over the well defined muscles, he used the other to grab one of Dmitry's hands, bringing it to his lips before taking two fingers into his mouth.

 

Alternating between sucking on the digits and licking them, Will made sure they were well coated with saliva before giving them a not so gentle bite. Unlike Dmitry, he had no problem showing a rougher side- or maybe finding it harder to surpass it given how drunk he was. "Are you going to make me wait much longer?" he tilted his head, grinding up against the other "It's not fair making all those promises and then teasing me like that." Will nearly whined the words, his voice low and lust filled. In any other case he would have much rather being the one in control, but with Dmitry he kind of wanted to see more of what he could offer. He could probably blame it on the drinks, but right now all Will knew was that the nerves in his body were aching Dmitry's touch- a terrifying fact in itself considering he just discovered it. But nonetheless, he was insatiable.

[Gladis]

”Oh?”

 

Dmitry couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, eyes glittering with lust and amusement when Will asked whether he intended to keep him waiting.

 

”Is that impatience I hear in your voice, Will?” He mused, evidently satisfied with his accomplishments. After all, William wasn’t the only one who could tease. ”Aren’t you the one who only just a moment ago acted like he had all the time in the world?” Chuckling softly, he slipped his saliva coated fingers between his ass cheeks, teasingly prodding his entrance, rubbing over it, before suddenly grabbing onto Will’s thighs with both hands, pushing his legs up against his chest in a way that would grant him a better view of that beautiful pink bud.

 

Dmitry only took a very brief moment to appreciate it before allowing the saliva that he’d gathered in his mouth to pour into the crack, making sure William was sufficiently covered in spit even before he dipped down to prod at and lick it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Perhaps in that very moment it was, because one thing was for sure – Dmitry loved the taste of Will.

 

There was nothing patient or gentle about the way he laved the pucker ring of Will’s muscle, rubbing his nose against it, stiffening his tongue to push beyond it – all the while making sure there was enough spit to keep him well lubricated. Then he pulled back, throwing a brief glance at Will before nodding towards the bottle of lube and condoms on the nightstand right next to him.

 

”Will, would you mind handing me that?”

 

Despite his best attempts to keep his voice steady, the words came out sounding a lot rougher and more demanding than intended. Perhaps because he himself could barely contain the overwhelming desire to shove his throbbing cock up this beautiful man’s tight ass. It was the only thought that occupied his mind as he coated his fingers with a generous amount of lube, pushing first one and then a second digit past his tight ring of muscle.

 

”’This what you wanted?” He asked in a husky chuckle, continuing to work his fingers in and out of the younger man – first gently, but as William seemed to grow increasingly accustomed to the intrusion, he went both rougher and deeper, even going as far as to add a third digit before he was finally satisfied. ”Or perhaps it was this...” Pulling out his fingers abruptly enough to create a delightful, squelching noise, Dmitry wasted no time putting on the condom and coating it too with plenty of lube. Then he grabbed onto William’s hips, repositioning himself in such a way that the head of his cock was rubbing against his entrance.

 

”Ready?” He asked softly, peering down into those beautiful, silver-gray eyes.

[Joyabe]

It certainly was impatience Dmitry was detecting in Will's voice. Earlier was another story- he was more careful, weaving a web to trap his prey in. But now when he had him where he wanted him, Will was anxious to bite. Quite frankly, with the way Dmitry was touching him, he was pretty sure every other man in his position would feel the same. Biting on his lip when he felt the other's fingers, his hips moved against them, trying to convince the other to pass his entrance and give him more of what he wanted. For a short moment he was still delusional enough to believe it would be that easy to yield Dmitry to his whims.

 

But obviously, a man like him wouldn't let someone else be on top for long.

 

Gasping in surprise when he was pushed unto the mattress, Will didn't have long to process what was going on before he felt Dmitry's lips followed almost immediately by his tongue against his entrance. That was the man Will believed Dmitry to be- assertive, dominant, aggressive even. One loud moan after the other spilled from his lips and his hands clenched the sheets under the touch that seemed to make pleasure spread through his body and fog his mind.

 

In fact, it took him a moment to realize what Dmitry was talking about when he stopped and asked him for something. Looking at Dmitry through hooded lids as his chest rose and fall, he finally followed the other's gaze until he found the items he was asking for. His attitude magically made a 180 degree turn when he did, going as far as to open the lube with his teeth impatiently before he passed it to Dmitry.

 

Licking his lips at the sight of Dmitry coating his fingers in lube, Will then groaned in pure satisfaction when he felt the long digits enter him. A similar groan was his only respond to the other's question and the surprisingly gentle treatment he began with. It did change though when Dmitry decided to finally go a little rougher.

 

"Fuck me" Will gasped when he felt Dmitry's pace quicken, his back arching off the mattress and his hips soon pushing hungrily against him, greedily asking for more. Lucky for him, soon enough both his physical and verbal request (that, while being an exclamation more than a request sure was open for interpretation) was fulfilled.

 

Well, almost.

 

Finally Dmitry was starting to give him what he wanted, and now he had to stop and be considerate? Someone was about to discover Will didn't have to be on top to have things his way. Reaching his hand to grab the other's erection, his legs wrapped around Dmitry's waist as he pushed him inside of him as gracefully as he could in his current position. It wasn't completely smooth and he couldn't push him in all the way on his own, but the clear smile of victory and satisfaction on his face when he finally had Dmitry inside of him spoke volumes.

 

Wrapping his arms around his neck, Will pulled Dmitry into a deep, hungry kiss, speaking against his lips and into his mouth. "Since when do you ask for something before you take it?" he growled "Stop acting like I'm about to break. I want all of this." And at the moment, truth was he did. Admittedly this was a way to get closer to Dmitry, but most of Will's brain was not focused on this. Right now, it was a more basic, instinctual, almost primal want that screamed for Dmitry to give him all that he had. He was not about to settle for less.

[Gladis]

Patience was clearly not Will’s strong suit. But then, in a situation like this, who could blame him? Truth to be told, at this point Dmitry himself was struggling to show restraint. Especially now, that his cock was halfway sheathed by Will’s hot insides, the added pressure drawing a deep, hungry growl from the depths of Dmitry’s throat.

 

”You talk too much.” He husked into the kiss, biting down on Will’s bottom lip as he began to move his hips. First slowly – every thrust allowing him to go a little deeper, until at last his cock was buried balls deep inside William. Grabbing onto his hips he straightened up somewhat, keeping his gaze locked on William’s face. He wanted to see him moan and squirm beneath him, to have his composure become undone by the pleasure he provided him.

 

”You have to understand, Will. I take what I want, when I want it.” As he spoke in a deep, lust filled voice, his thrusts became harder and deeper – every stroke sending a jolt of intense pleasure into his abdomen. Will had made it clear that he wanted it rough, and Dmitry was more than happy to oblige. Wrapping his hand around William’s cock, he pumped back and forth as he worked himself into a hard yet steady pace.

 

The bed creaked, the air smelled like sex and sweat, and the suite filled with the noise of skin slapping against skin. It was hot, it was passionate and Dmitry thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. He reveled in the feeling of Will’s tight insides squeezing down on him, and the pleasure he derived from it. Letting go of William’s cock he placed one hand onto the sheets, while grabbing onto his lovers shoulder with the other. As heat began to build in his stomach he found himself increasing the speed of his thrusts, grunting, his breathing becoming heavier and his movements more irregular. Dmitry was close now. Very close.

 

”Fuck you’re tight!” He groaned, subconsciously digging his nails into William’s shoulder, gritting his teeth as he continued to thrust. Hard, mercilessly, his heart beating so erratically he could almost hear it. Beads of sweat had gathered on his forehead, rolling down his face, his back, his torso. His muscles stiffened, his grip on the sheets and William tightened, and then…

 

… he came.

 

And he came hard, growling in pure ecstasy as wave upon wave of pleasure rippled through every inch of his body, his cock twitching inside William as his cum spurted into the condom. He rode out his orgasm, after which he pulled out, his chest heaving and falling rapidly as he collapsed on the bed next to William.

[Joyabe]

Even though taking Dmitry in his mouth still was more of a challenge, his size sure didn't go unnoticed now. For once, Will was actually grateful for the other's surprisingly gentle side as he slowly and gradually eased himself into him. He still needed a moment to get used to the sensation, but it was certainly not unpleasant. It wasn't long though before Dmitry's rougher side came out.

 

Gasping when he began moving faster, Will's back arched and his hands reached up to clutch at the sheets. When he found his rhythm, moans were steadily spilling from Will's lips, and they only got louder when Dmitry started stroking him. He wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol, the way Dmitry touched him before, the fact he wasn't expecting it or all of the above, but Will found himself dangerously close to losing control.

 

When Dmitry quickened his pace and let go of his erect member, Will let out a loud, almost frustrated moan. He was so close, and a part of him wanted to tell Dmitry to not stop. Another part wanted to tell him to do exactly that- since somewhere in the back of his mind he could still remember this was not about him. But the loudest part just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing and give him more- to ravish him, fill him up and make a mess of him.

 

With his hips moving to meet every one of Dmitry's thrusts, Will almost didn't need the other to tell him he was close. He could feel it, and he was right there with him. "Oh god" he moaned as one of his hands grasped that of Dmitry that was holding onto him "Don't stop!" With how loud he was, he could only hope they didn't have any overly sensitive neighbors. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like that, when someone made him lose himself in pleasure like that. It was like the only thing that filled his mind was the intense pleasure that every touch from Dmitry sent through his body. He knew it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold on any longer.

 

What threw him over the edge was the feeling of Dmitry's nails digging into his shoulder, the pain somehow only intensifying the pleasure, and the feeling of his cock twitching inside of him. Knowing the other reached his limit allowed Will to let go of that last strand of self control as his came hard, moaning loudly and clawing at Dmitry's arm.

 

It took a moment for the intense shaking of his body to stop, but when it did Will rolled onto his side, his chest still raising and falling rapidly as he sent his hand to gently caress the side of Dmitry's face. The kiss he planted on his lips was different than those they shared until then- it wasn't as intense, but rather had a certain new kind of depth to it. "If this is what happens when I talk too much I should do it more often" he smirked when he broke it, letting his fingers run through the tassels of Dmitry's hair.

 

Now... well, now the complicated part was about to begin. Will imagined Dmitry could easily throw him aside now that he got what he wanted. Which naturally meant he had to prevent what he wanted from him at all cost. With a small grunt, Will rolled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom without inviting Dmitry- he could stay there and think about what he couldn't have right now for all he cared. After quickly cleaning himself, he returned to the room wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist. Not that he planed on keeping it on for long.

 

Gathering his clothes from the floor where they landed when he carelessly discarded them earlier, Will dropped the pile right next to where Dmitry's cloths lay, deeming the spot as the best place to drop his towel in favor of his now barely decent looking clothes. "It's a shame you need to be a responsible adult" Will said while pulling on first his pants followed by his shirt, which he didn't bother buttoning up yet. Instead, he chose to return to the bed, only to sit on its edge right next to Dmitry. "If it was up to me you wouldn't be leaving this bed. But I'm guessing you'll be facing an interrogation if you won't be home by morning, so..." Will let his thumb run across Dmitry's bottom lip "I'm expecting my invitation to desert very soon" he leaned in to kiss the other one last time.

 

Of course, this invitation should arrive sooner rather than later if things would go his way. After all, Dmitry was a gentleman, and there's only so much he could do once he would find the wallet Will accidentally "dropped" under his cloths when he was changing. With a man like him, the best way of hunting would be allowing him to think he was the hunter- and Will had every intention of making Dmitry chase after him.

[Gladis]

Dmitry couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this satisfied. Sure, he’d had a couple of flings here and there, but nothing like this. This was different. Rarely had he ever felt such a strong desire to make someone lose themselves in pleasure, to see them moan and squirm beneath him. Yet unlike what he had experienced with many of his lovers in the past, this desire did not stem from a need to dominate and control, but rather an overwhelming eagerness to please. And that was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. This despite, or perhaps in fact because of the way Will constantly kept challenging him.

 

Laying on his back, his chest kept rising and falling rapidly as he took a moment to recover. He could feel a hand gently caress the side of his face, and a pair of lips press against his own. Unlike the wild and passionate kisses they had shared earlier, this one was slow and gentle – but no less significant, and he found himself wrapping his arms around the younger man, pulling him closer.

 

”Always very tongue-in-cheek, aren’t you?” He mused in a soft chuckle, gently sliding his hand down Will’s side.

 

As far as Dmitry was concerned, they could have stayed like that for a bit longer. Teasing each other, talking, perhaps even going for a second round. So it would hardly come as a surprise then that he felt rather disappointed when Will suddenly rolled off the bed and left for the bathroom. The nice view of Will’s ass as he turned his back on him was but a small consolation in the greater scheme of things.

 

Of course, the thought of stopping him in his tracks and pulling him back onto the bed did strike him. He may very well have done exactly that, if not for Will’s more than brilliant reminder of the fact that he was indeed a father, who very much was expected at home that night. Will was right. There really was nothing he could say to argue with that logic.

 

Dmitry let out a heavy sigh. When he spoke again, he was unable to entirely eradicate the slight note of disappointment in his voice.

 

”Children – every parents greatest blessing and curse.” Smiling rather regretfully, he slipped his hand under Will’s open shirt, allowing it to slide over his nicely toned torso. ”Mmm…” he murmured against Will’s lips, moving his hand down to give his butt a firm squeeze. ”I’d be a durachit’ to let a man like you slip between my fingers. You can indeed expect to hear from me soon. Oh, and Will? From now on, please call me Dima.”

 

It was a promise Dmitry made good on – and not only because he happened to find Will’s ’forgotten’ wallet while getting dressed. In the three days that followed, he found it near impossible to get Will out of his head. Especially during those brief-moment of down-time, he would find himself revisiting their rather brief yet exhilarating encounter that night. The fact that it had ended so abruptly not only filled him with frustration, but also with a overwhelming desire to make up for lost time. So overwhelming in fact, that it compelled him to cancel everything that Tuesday night and send for Will. After all, there was only so long he could keep his wallet hostage in good conscience. Or at least that was what he kept trying to tell himself. If that same excuse could be used to justify convincing Alyona to spend the night at her cousin’s, or clearing up the entire evening for Will was a different matter entirely. The same could be said about dressing up for the occasion.

 

Now, make no mistake. Dmitry could rarely, if ever be seen wearing anything but the best in terms of clothes. Whether that meant a pair of on-brand jeans and a fine leather jacket that harkened back to his time on the streets in the 1990’s, or an expensive suit that demonstrated his wealth, he was always dressed to the occasion. After all, a man like him had an image to maintain. This time, however, Dmitry seemed to have put some extra effort into his appearance. Dressed in a pair of slick black jeans and a white dress shirt, of which he had left the first couple of buttons undone, he looked casual enough not to make things awkward, but still classy all the same. Unlike many other gangsters in his position he had never liked overdoing it with the jewelry, but the signature antique watch still decorated his wrist. Although not the newest or most expensive of its kind, to Dmitry it held a lot of sentimental value. He had inherited it from someone very dear to him, and so by wearing it he felt like he was honoring their memory. Of course, it also helped him keep track of time.

 

Ten to six it read when Dmitry checked it for the fifth time that evening. By then had already set the table, picked out the wine they’d be drinking, prepared the syrniki dough and finished cooking the solyanka soup – which now filled his apartment with the rich scent of garlic, tomatoes and pepper. Will may be coming for his wallet, but he certainly would not be leaving with an empty stomach. And if Dmitry had his way – Will would not be leaving that same day at all.

[Joyabe]

When it came to patience, Will wasn't the best but he wasn't the worst either. He knew to be patient- when it was worth it. Without a reward involved there was no point, but this time it was good enough to put him on his best behavior. And sure enough, his reward wasn't late to call.

 

Considering the fact he was expected at six, it was only natural Will was standing outside Dmitry's door exactly thirty-two minutes later. While he made it more than clear he was interested, there was no harm in keeping him on his tows for just a little longer. In all fairness, he kind of expected Dmitry to call him earlier. In his mind, the plan was to simply pass through him just to pick up his lost luggage before manifesting their next meeting. He was a little disappointed over missing Dmitry in his work environment, but his home was just as good. There was not a single doubt in his mind that in this specific line of work, professional and personal often mixed- hell, his own luck introduction to Dmitry proved exactly that. He would have plenty of opportunities to find useful information in his apartment as well.

 

In fact, if he would play his cards right he could collect the best kind of information- the kind that came directly from Dmitry himself. After all, his home should be the place where he felt the most comfortable and unguarded- which should give him a much better chance of detecting any possible vulnerabilities. He still didn't know how exactly he would do that, but playing things by ear was always a favorable way of going about things for Will.

 

That is why, when he waited at the door after ringing the bell, Will wasn't all too concerned about the unknown the lay behind it. When it finally opened, he took a moment to take in the image of Dmitry. It was only three days since their last meeting, but he had to admit he was once again taken by the aura he exuded. Not to mention, he was looking pretty delicious in the clothed he chose. Those same clothes also made it nearly positive he was not working, meaning he had every intention of giving Will his undivided attention. As he should.

 

That thought made a small, satisfied smile to tug at Will's lips before he tilted his head. "I didn't know this was a date. Should I have dressed for the occasion?" That was a stupid question. Of course he dressed for the occasion- the dark jeans and gray sweater he wore were very intentionally form-fitting, causal enough to fool anyone he was simply dressed in his everyday clothes yet allowing the thoughts of the right people to wander to not so innocent places.

 

Letting himself into the apartment without further greeting, Will made his way to the living room, taking a mental note of how empty the place seemed on the way there. This was the best case scenario- he could fully put on the lover act and probably get the most out of Dmitry. He doubted he would be able to walk around freely, or at least unsupervised, had Nekhii been in the house.

 

The way he leaned against the living room wall after finally turning to Dmitry made it very clear just how more relaxed he was. His expression was much softer now, and his body language much more open and inviting. It might have also been thanks to the aroma that filled the house, now wrapping around them and making Will's mouth water. Well then, it seemed that Dmitry wasn't bragging when he said he could cook- and Will couldn't say he was mad about it. Good food, good sex- he couldn't have asked for a better target.

 

And if this is what he got when he provoked said target... well, it wouldn't harm to poke it a just little more. "I hope you plan on feeding me and that this isn't just teasing" Will said in mock complaint. "You made me go three whole days without my wallet. I could have starved you know. You better make it up to me somehow."

[Gladis]

Anyone who is even remotely familiar with Russian culture, will know that they are an extremely punctual lot. If they set a time, they mean that time and nothing else. To be anything but punctual is considered extremely rude. In other words, he should definitely have expected William to show up late, and he kind of had – just not a whole 32 minutes. Despite his best attempts not to let it affect him, the extra wait ended up making him uncharacteristically nervous, and he found himself rushing about the place, making sure for the upteenth time that everything was where he wanted it.

 

This meant that when the doorbell finally did ring, Dmitry actually had to take a moment to calm down before opening the door. Luckily for him, most of those concerns seemed to disappear the very moment he laid eyes on Will. Joyously drinking in every visible aspect of his appearance, he couldn’t help but elicit a soft chuckle as he allowed his gaze to settle on Will’s handsome face once more.

 

”What kind of host would I be, if I allowed my guests to go hungry?”

 

That’s another thing about Russians. If you’ve been invited into their home, that typically means food – and a lot of it. Besides the solyanka, he’d also prepared small pirozhki’s with a beef, mushroom and onion filling, which he now was in the process putting into the oven. Shutting it, he rose up to gaze at William over the kitchen counter.

 

”I must admit, it was not my intention to make you wait for that long. These last couple of days have been particularly hectic.” Between the usual business and trying to hunt down Alyona’s could-have-been kidnappers, as well as playing the role of a moderately adequate father, Dmitry had barely even managed to find time for sleep. ”Plus, I figured you’d come get it earlier if there was a hurry. It’s not like you don’t know where I live, and I honestly would not have put it past you to show up uninvited at my doorstep.”

 

Leaning against the refrigerator door, he folded his arms across his chest and cast a quick glance at his watch. 7 more minutes.

 

”Can I get you something to drink while we wait?”

[Joyabe]

"I am not that rude" Will rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the wall. The only times he showed up to places uninvited were when he needed to catch someone off guard, and that was not the case with Dmitry... yet.

 

Still, the underlying meaning behind the other's last words and body language made Will realize he might be better off changing tactics. Dmitry seemed to be in a mood very much different from the one he was in on their last meeting. It wasn't a bad thing though, simply different field conditions he had to adapted to- and Will knew how to adapt.

 

"I don't know" Will smiled at Dmitry mischievously as he made his way to him. Closing the distance between them, he slid his arms under Dmitry's, forcing him to uncross them and let him between them as he looped his own arms around his torso. "The last time I drank I had a great night, but a not so great morning." He could still shudder at the thought of the splitting headache he had for half the day after their latest rendezvous.

 

At his next words though, his voice softened and as he lifted his head to look at Dmitry, the smile he offered was no longer teasing but rather kind. "You look like you could really use one though. So how about you pour us something and then tell me what's going on?" Placing this small bait, Will could only hope Dmitry would bite. Someone like him was more than likely to keep his weaknesses well guarded, but that was the exact reason he hoped he'll be more inclined to share.

 

After all, people who looked up to Dmitry probably did so because of his power. They would not want to see him in a powerless state, and given the fact people only saw what they wanted to see and closed their eyes to everything that might ruin it, Will highly doubted they would do something that might tarnish Dmitry's image. You know, like asking him how he was feeling. No, no, from the people around him there were probably only a selected few that dared asking Dmitry questions that might make him look like, god forbid, a human being. Combine this with the fact the man himself was probably not exactly thrilled to proactively share his troubles with others... Well, all he could say was that this volcano was bound to erupt at some point. All he did was invite him to do so.

 

Well, that and maybe also add a little nudge in the right direction when he lifted to plant a soft kiss on Dmitry's lips. There was no harm in reminding him he wasn't the enemy. "You shouldn't lose sleep over things that aren't me you know. You look tough enough even without the dark circles." Was it hypocritical of Will to scold literally anyone else on their lack of sleep? Absolutely. But is sure as hell wasn't about to stop him.

[Gladis]

”Stopping by to pick up your wallet would hardly be considered rude.” Dmitry mused before shrugging his shoulders. ”I suppose there are some American customs I will never quite get used to. Where I am from, people would drop by unannounced all the time. Then again, when you consider that visiting friends and family was the only form of entertainment we had, perhaps it hardly comes as a surprise.”

 

Keeping his gaze locked on William, he followed the younger man’s every move as he closed the distance between them, feeling his arms wrap around his torso.

 

”Hmm?” He murmured, arching an eyebrow as he gazed into Will’s mesmerizing eyes, gently stroking his thumb over the others bottom lip. ”What was that English expression again? ’Curiosity killed the cat’? I’m fairly certain we can both agree on that most of the things keeping me up at night you would be better off not knowing.” Although it was delivered in a warm and playful manner, it also served as a warning; stop snooping around. After all, just because Dmitry seemed to have let down his guard, didn’t mean he had entierly forgotten his initial suspicions. Will was definitely up to something, and Dmitry sure as hell was going to find out what.

 

Chuckling softly he slid his arms around the younger man’s waist, pulling him closer.

 

”Never realized I looked that bad. Although, something tells me I won’t be getting much sleep tonight either.” He mused against William’s lips. ”Not that I’d mind.”

 

Just as he was about to pull Will into another, somewhat less gentle kiss, the alarm he had set on his phone went off. Rather regretfully, he unwound himself from the younger man’s embrace. A warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

 

”Dinner is ready.”

 

Some would say that Dmitry had overdone it. After all, candles, a three course meal and fancy was no easy feat, and had likely taken him a better part of the day to prepare. It was clear that he was looking to impress – even if he would have been quick to dismiss any accusations of doing so. With Dmitry, there were no half meassures. If he was going to do something, he would do it properly. That was just how he worked.

 

”So, tell me Will – what have you been up to the last couple of days?” He inquired as they took their seats, reaching for the wine bottle so he could pour first Will and then himself a glass.

[Joyabe]

It should have come as no surprise to Will that Dmitry was a hard to crack nut. After all, if it was so easy to get close to him and discover his secrets... well, he wouldn't be around for so long. That fact however didn't do much to ease the frustration Will felt when Dmitry completely and blatantly blocked his attempts to get him to talk. Not that he could ever express it- after all, if he didn't want Dmitry to suspect him of anything the last thing he should do was show just how annoyed he was by getting nothing out of him. That did not mean he couldn't show any kind of frustration though.

 

Had he been actually interested in Dmitry, Will would have kept his emotions to himself, and probably quite successfully so. But for the sake of his mission, he was just about to turn into a very bad actor. "We'll see about that..." Will murmured, turning to face away from Dmitry when he made the not-so-subtle comment about the rest of the night. He made no objections when he let him go as well as no comments when he announced their dinner was ready, only following him quietly to his sit.

 

The impressive scene that waited for him only strengthened Will's confidence in what he wanted to do. That was not the doing of someone who was completely uninvested- all Will had to do was reassure him and maybe give him a few more nudges in the right direction.

 

All of that did not mean he wasn't the slightest bit irritated when Dmitry ever so casually asked him what he was up to. Talk about hypocrisy.

 

"Curiosity killed the cat Dima" he bitterly smirked as he began digging into his food. After a moment of silence though he sighed and began talking again, this time without as much resentment, although without much enthusiasm either. "I was supposed to visit my parents, but it fell through last minute." That, was actually not a complete lie. He was expected at his parents house, but it wasn't exactly cancelled. When his sister let him know she won't be making it after all though, Will withdrew as well. Eva was very much a necessity for him when it came to dealing with their parents, and her absence removed the only incentive for him to go there. "Other than that it was pretty much the same as always." You know, going out for a jog, going to the range to meditate, reorganizing the materials in his safe to which he hoped to add a few more things after tonight... just routine stuff. Not that Will was about to go into any of that, and not just from the obvious reasons.

 

After another break, Will let out another sigh. "You can't just keep me out of things you know" he suddenly said, his brows knotted together. "The other day... it affects me too. I stayed out of it because I respect you and I trust you, but you have to understand it has everything to do with me too. My fingerprints are all over that scene Dima. They're all over that gun I gave you. You know I'd much rather help you and you know damn well I can. But if not, I at least deserve to know what's going on. I really don't want to go behind your back..."

 

Will cut himself off, as if the subject and the emotions it was evoking were a little too much for him if he wanted to keep his composure. It was true that in reality he would have loved offering his help if Dimitry asked for it- this way he would be able to get even closer to him and he really couldn't care less if he helped take down another organization on the way. It's not that he saw himself as a kind of a vigilante, simply that this was not at all an effort he minded making to get to his real goal. The whole working on his own thing though was a complete bluff. He couldn't possibly see how this could really affect him negatively, at least not to a degree he would choose to get even more involved in it. At the end of the day, it was all a question of cost and benefit. Not that he was about to disclose any of this.

 

Taking another moment and a deep breath to "calm himself", Will let out yet another sigh and closed his eyes. When he began talking again, they were looking uncomfortably at the tablecloth, or at least that was the impression he was trying to give. "I'm sorry" he said "I'm just... confused I guess. I feel like I know nothing about you. It's not like I expect you to tell me what you can't, I'm not stupid. I just... I really do want to get to know you. I would have been okay with just a simple 'things are busy at work' or 'Alyona decided to dye her hair hot pink'. But if it's different for you I really don't need all of this you know" he gestured to the table and the meal set before them.

 

He would have never said anything like that if he wasn't certain Dmitry was in fact very much interested. He had enough resources and a reputation that proceeded him to make Will believe beyond any reasonable doubt he did not have to put in this much effort for someone he only saw as a casual partner or a fuck buddy. Now all he needed was to make sure Dmitry wasn't feeling too cornered. He had the feeling he would bite back if he was in such a situation. He should leave him a small airway.

 

"It is really good though" Will finally looked up at Dmitry, a somewhat bittersweet smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "I could never make anything like this."

[Gladis]

Ouch.

 

Okay, Dmitry should probably have expected that kind of comeback. He definitely deserved it a lot more than getting his questions answered for once. Still, he appreciated it, since it actually made it feel like they were making some progress.

 

”I see. Well, I’m glad to know that you weren’t too inconvenienced by your missing wallet, at least. I must admit, I wasn’t the one who found it. It was the hotel that contacted me the day after, informing me that one of their employees had come over it while cleaning the suite. That’s why I called you so late.” There was both something apologetic and a little bashful about the way he delivered that explanation. ”Again, I am very sorry.”

 

Despite the fact that Will had answered his question, however, Dmitry couldn’t help but notice that he seemed discontent with his answer. This notion was only reaffirmed when the other spoke again, expressing his concerns in regards to his involvement in the matter.

 

”Will,” he said calmly, ”as much as I understand your concerns, I can assure you that I will do my utmost to prevent any harm from coming to you. I would never withhold information from you, if I believed it could affect you negatively. However, you have to understand that there are certain things I cannot and will not tell you – especially not at this specific point in time. The best way you can help right now is to believe me when I say that I have everything under control, and to stay out of trouble. Can you do that for me, please?” This time, Dmitry was not making demands, he was simply asking Will to be patient. Although he had not said so explicitly, Dmitry had very much implied that even though he was forced to keep Will at a distance for now, if he played his cards right, he would eventually get what he wanted. All he needed was patience.

 

Sighing softly, he ran a mildly frustrated hand through his hair. This was not where he had wanted the conversation to go. Even so, he couldn’t really blame Will. Being in a relationship – any kind of relationship – with a man like Dmitry would never be easy. Especially not when you weren’t familiar with the darker aspects of his life and work.

 

”As much as my job happens to affect my life, it does define every aspect of who I am as a person. There are plenty of things I can tell you without divulging information that could potentially endanger either of us. Where I was born, how I was raised, what my family is like and perhaps even bits and pieces of how I ended up the man I am today. I have no problem sharing these aspects of my personal life with you, and I apologize if I made it seem that way.”

 

Dmitry wanted to point out that back at the hotel, Will had told him that he wanted to find out who and not what Dmitry was, yet that thus far most of his questions seemed to pertain to the latter (most of the things related to his position as head honcho of the Berkuty Bratva definitely belonged in the what and not who category), but he refrained from doing so. Instead he simply managed a warm and friendly smile.

 

”It warms my heart to hear you say that.”

[Joyabe]

Will couldn't deny the fact he hoped he could rattle Dmitry a little more. Clearly, his little outburst didn't do much to disrupt his usual calm and composed behavior. However, he could point to a small shift in him- instead of deflecting every one of his question with sarcasm and confidence, Dmitry was now opening up, emotionally even if not about things. Even if he didn't realize it, that simple act was making him so much more vulnerable, and there wasn't a chance Will wouldn't take this opportunity for what it was.

 

That's why, while the real Will would have insisted and continued pushing, his alter ego for the night was more than happy to be pacified- in a way that would still keep Dmitry in check of course.

 

"I thought you didn't have a heart" Will sarcastically arched a brow. He only looked at Dmitry for a moment with that same teasing expression before it softened, a more genuine smile replacing the smirk that curved his lips upwards. "I promise I won't do anything stupid. If you say you got things under control and that you'll let me know what I need... I think I can live with that." It was a good thing Will didn't really care that much, because something like that would not have passed with him under any other circumstances. But right now wasn't the time to be right- it was the time to draw Dmitry a few more inches in. Lifting his glass, Will brought it to his lips, stopping for a moment before he took a sip. "Besides," he added as a new, more playful smirk appeared on his face "if I'm looking for trouble I have you."

 

Once his glass was back on the table, it seemed Will switched from spicy to sweet once again. The smile he sent in Dmitry's direction was a proof of that on its own, and his behavior that followed seemed to match it. "But seriously, I really do want to hear more about you" Will leaned in, putting his hand on Dmitry's as his gaze held his. "For example, where did you learn to cook like that? Or what is it you like to do when you're off the clock." Will let his finger run back and forth across Dmitry's hand, going down to the first knuckle of a different finger every time and up to the rim of his sleeve, just barely sliding under it and pushing it an inch or two up before letting it drop back to place. "Maybe what's the color of your bath tiles now that I can see the curtains for myself" he added with a chuckle.

 

Frankly, Will didn't care what information Dmitry chose to share with him right now as long as he shared something. Clearly he wasn't about to get any easy answers from him, so trying to get closer to him and create trust between them was the next best thing. After all, the closer Dmitry was to him and the safer he felt around him, the easier it would be for Will to get to the information he needed- whether it came directly from Dmitry or not.

[Gladis]

Even Dmitry could tell that his answer was not particularly satisfying. It was clear that he wanted to have his cake and eat it too – a desire that would most certainly come back and bite him further down the road. Although he did not exactly consider Will a serious threat, he knew better than to underestimate a man on the quest for vengeance. After all, what other reason could Will have for trying so hard to get close to the man who carried the indirect responsibility for ending his entire career? It hardly takes a genius to figure that out. The only thing he didn’t know yet was how exactly Will planned to do it – if there was even a plan at all. Perhaps he was simply biding his time, waiting for Dmitry to slip up somehow, and give him the opening he needed to act.

 

Had their roles been reversed, that’s what Dmitry would have done. In fact, he already had. It was quite ironic, really. Will’s presence alone was all the proof he needed to realize that he had become the very thing he hated the most, and yet instead of rejecting that role, he found himself wholly embracing it. Perhaps because now that he held the same position as his predecessors, he was able to understand their actions and motivations in ways he couldn’t possibly have gazing up at them from below. Just like he felt that he understood Will in a way only someone who had once harboured those same feelings could. That was probably part of the reason he couldn’t bring himself to dislike William, despite knowing full and well what his intentions were. He understood all too well the hatred that poisoned his mind.

 

When Will promised that he wouldn’t be doing anything stupid, Dmitry allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his lips. ”That does put my mind a little more at ease.” He said before emitting a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. ”Trust me, Will — I’m more than enough trouble, that’s for sure. As for where I learned to cook — it was mostly my mother that taught me. After my father left, things became very difficult for her. Suddenly she had to raise three children all on her own; the youngest of which was barely more than a year old – and on top of that she had to work, as well as tend to all domestic chores. I wanted to lessen her burden, so I resolved to take most of the latter upon myself. At first she was reluctant to let me – Soviet Russia was very strict about its gender roles, you see – Yet in the end, what other choice did she have? There simply weren’t enough hours in the day to let her handle everything on her own. She was a strong woman, my mother, but even she had her limits.” There was something sad, almost melancholic about the way he spoke about his family. ”Cooking was by far what I enjoyed doing the most, and although it was a skill born out of necessity, I suppose it eventually became somewhat of a hobby.”

 

Perhaps if things had turned out differently, he could have pursued his interest in the culinary arts and become a cook. Of course, Dmitry knew better than to entertain these kinds of ’what if’ scenarios, and was quick to push any such notions aside. He smiled.

 

”What about you, Will? What do you enjoy to do in your free time, besides… eating good food and saving damsels in distress?” Chuckling softly, he moved his hand slightly, intertwining his fingers with the younger man’s. ”Or fucking their dads, for that matter.”

[Joyabe]

When Dmitry started talking again, Will almost visibly relaxed in his chair. Keeping his gaze on Dmitry's face and his fingers on his hand, he leaned in even a few inches further towards him, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. This is what he needed from him, and whether he knew it or not, every piece of information from the other could have proven itself to be priceless down the road. It was natural then, that Will listened intently, processing and memorizing every part of Dmitry's story about his childhood. It was possibly the reason he didn't notice the fact the movement of his hand started slowing down until it came to a standstill, wrapping around the other's in an almost comforting gesture.

 

"She sounds like a good mother" Will agreed, his thumb gently caressing the side of Dmirty's palm. "Also I can't believe you were such a good kid" he added with a laugh "I was imagining more of a tattooed, weapon yielding toddler. Although this might be cuter."

 

The mischievous smile he wore faded for a moment at Dmitry's next question, only to come back with full force at the comment he dropped at its end. There was no way around revealing things about himself to Dmitry, but at least it seemed their latest disagreement didn't leave a permanent mark on them. Dmitry was clearly still interested.

 

"Honestly, I don't have that much free time" he lifted their intertwined hands to look at them thoughtfully. "Although now that I got a two-in-one I might need to pick up something new. Maybe knitting or something." He wasn't lying- trying to track down Petrovich sure took the majority of his otherwise empty schedule. With it and the temporary jobs he took to make the money he needed to get by, not to mention the fact Will didn't have any desire to focus on anything else, it wasn't surprising he wasn't exactly all too invested in any hobbies.

 

"Honestly you're going to laugh at how much of a stereotype I am. I usually either just hang an home, go out running or go to my favorite shooting range. Maybe I could take you on a date there sometime... nothing like the smell of gunpowder and a little adrenaline to set the mood. It worked for us once" he chuckled.

"I also go visit my family... more often than others I guess. Although with how close they are I should probably do it more" he admitted. Should have, but certainly not about to do it. While Dmitry seemed quite fond of his family, Will didn't feel quite the same about his own. "Are your siblings living here? Or are they still back in Russia?" he asked, seemingly innocently. "It sounds like you must have been close growing up."

[Gladis]

Dmitry smiled warmly, nodding his head.

 

“She was a good mother.” He said softly, “The best a child could ever have asked for.” Unfortunately, the same could not be said about his father. Not only had he abandoned his wife and children for a woman younger and prettier, but even before that he had not exactly been a loving parent. Alexander in particular had suffered a lot under his strict upbringing.

 

Chuckling softly, Dmitry shook his head. “Well, then I think you’ll be surprised to learn that I was a perfectly ordinary toddler. No tattoos and no weapons either. In fact, I don’t think I properly learned how to wield a gun until… when was it?” he paused a moment to consider, “It was definitely after I’d done my time, but before I came to America. It must have been sometime between 1993 and 94, I think.”

 

Well, will you look at that! Slowly but surely, it seemed that Will was beginning to open up, even if it was just little by little. A couple of days ago, he would have instantly deflected Dmitry’s question. Now he was was going as far as to talk about his family -- something Dmitry had thought the other would avoid doing like the plague. After all, mentioning family to a mob boss is generally a bad idea. Even if you’re fucking said mob boss.

 

“I must admit, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in action.” He agreed with a chuckle. Honestly, it wasn’t a terrible idea. That way he could gauge Will’s skills for himself. It’s always good to know what you’re dealing with -- Especially when that something is a potential danger.

 

“Hm, well… my sister Olya has been living here for many years now. We’re still very close. I’m sure that sooner or later, you will get the opportunity to meet her. She’s… well, she’s quite the character, I’ll tell you that.” He mused, shaking his head slightly while suppressing a soft chuckle. “As for my brother…“ For a moment, though only briefly, Dmitry seemed to hesitate. The smile faded from his lips and he sighed, “Alexander Ivanovich still lives in Russia. We’ve had our disagreements in the past, and I must confess that I we haven’t exactly been keeping in touch. I know Olya visits him and his family every once in a while, however, and he seems to be doing well.”

 

Dmitry paused for a moment, adjusting his glasses as he shot Will a curious glance.

 

“Do you have any siblings, Will? Or are you an only child?”

[Joyabe]

"Hmmm, I think I used my first gun around the same time" Will joked, using his free hand to pick at his food. In actuality, this was interesting information. While Will felt like he did a pretty good job collecting background information about Dmitry's life ever since he moved to the states, it was a little more difficult to put his hands on information regarding his early childhood. And for that exact same reason he believed it to be holding a priceless potential- after all, the person he once was must have been tied somehow to the man he have become.

 

The almost complete absence of his father in his stories was also an important detail. Will could easily imagine how having your own father walk out on you could affect a person, specifically send him down a not so straight and honest path. A small part of him had to admit he found the kind of father Dmitry turned out to be even more impressive considering that small fact. It could have easily gone the other way around, and it might have been even easier following his father's footsteps, but he assumed it was similar to the case of most abused children- they either continued the cycle or devoted their lives to fight these exact same kind of men. Dmitry simply happened to be the latter type.

 

With a small smile, Will listened to Dmitry talk about his sister. Even if some of the information he revealed surprised him and maybe didn't match the image he had of Dmitry completely, it was still information nonetheless. Usually gathering information wasn't really Will's thing- he did security, not investigations- but it was a nice change of pace. He couldn't say for sure whether it was the same with every person, but he actually found talking to Dmitry interesting, maybe even fun in a sense.

 

It was much less fun though when the spotlight was turned to him.

 

Will almost froze in the middle of the sip he took from his wine. Right. He didn't do investigations. Had he did, he might have reached the reasonable conclusion that questioning Dmitry about his family would more than likely result in similar questions about his own. Oops.

 

"No," Will slowly shook his head, trying to understand what would be the best way to react "I have a sister." Okay, so that was the basics. This was information Dmitry could easily find out himself, maybe already did, so lying about it was not a smart move. Telling him the whole truth was a terrible decision too- if there was one person Will didn't want to drag into all of this it was Eva. He did not put it past Dmitry to use his own family against him if things came down to it, and he would not have his sister put in any kind of risk, nor would he forgive anyone who would ever try to hurt her.

 

But then again, not saying anything wasn't an option either. He couldn't allow Dmitry to suspect him, and after he just complained he didn't share anything with him, well... let's just say doing the same would have made Will look very bad. He really had no choice- he made his bed and now he had to lay in it. If only he could solve all of his problems by taking Dmitry to it instead.

 

"Eva- that's my sister- she's much younger than me" Will began talking again after a moment of silence, pulling his hand away and running it through his hair before he lifted his eyes to look at Dmitry with a smile. "I think Alyona is a lot like her- opinionated, independent... I think that's part of the reason I got this involved back on that first night" he admitted. For just a moment, the expression on Will's face softened. He wasn't a good enough actor to hide the deep fondness he felt towards his sister, who might have been his favorite person in the entire world. This expression lasted only a second though, before he got himself together and the walls were up again. That was way more than he had ever planned to share about his family.

 

With another smile Will suddenly rose to his feet, an action the purpose of became a little clearer when he picked up both his and Dmitry's plate. "While I wasn't the most useful kid in the kitchen I do have enough common sense to know that the chef should never wash the dishes" he winked before turning around and making his way to the sink. "After I'm done you can offer me some desert. Maybe we can watch something, or you can give me a tour of the house?" he threw over his shoulder. That, was Will's true intent, although he clearly couldn't just present it as an only offer- like this though he hoped it would sound innocent enough. "Unless of course it's already past your bedtime" he added with a challenging smirk he turned around to throw in Dmitry's direction before returning to the dishes.

[Gladis]

Dmitry listened intently when Will talked about his family. Sure, he had already known that the younger man had a sister -- Nekhii’s profile on Will was fairly extensive, but that kind of information told him very little about Will’s actual relationship to his family members. Simply judging by the way he spoke about his sister, Dmitry could tell that Will felt very strongly about his sister. He clearly loved her dearly -- a sentiment Dmitry could both relate to and appreciate. Similarly Will’s avoidance of talking about his parents told him that their relationship might be complicated. That was hardly surprising. Most people Dmitry knew had some kind of family issues.

 

Then again, in his (and their) case that probably just came with the job. Being a gangster and enjoying a good family life are generally two somewhat contradicting concepts. That was part of the reason the old russian thieves code strongly discouraged marriage in the first place.

 

“I see,” he said softly, “Well, in that case I’m glad my daughter reminded you of your sister. She may very well have owed her life to that resemblance.” Chuckling softly, he swirled the dark red liquid around its crystal confines, a contemplative look flickering across his features as he brought it to his lips. Dry wine washed down his throat, filling him with a tingly warmth. He paused when the younger man rose to his feet.

 

“You are my guest, Will. There is no need for you to-”

 

By then it was already too late. Will had already gathered most of their dishes and left for the kitchen. Shaking his head slightly, Dmitry picked up what remained, bringing it over to the kitchen counter next to the sink. He wondered if this was when it would be appropriate to tell him that they did in fact have a washing machine…

 

“Hmm, what was that?” He mused, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist, embracing him from behind, “You want a tour to my bedroom? That can easily be arranged~” Chuckling, he allowed his hot breath to ghost over the nape of Will’s neck, mischief glittering in his amber eyes as he leaned down to playfully nibble at his ear. “Oh, and Will?” he murmured, clearly amused, “You don’t have to wash them by hand.”

 

Releasing the younger man, he headed over to the fridge to take out the syrniki batter, as well some flour to roll the pancakes in before putting them into the pan. Before long the sound of sizzling oil filled the kitchen, smoke billowing around the small cheese pancakes as he waited for them to turn the correct shade of golden brown. Then the finished product was neatly stacked in the middle of an empty plate -- completing his creation with a touch of creme fraiche and raspberry sauce, as well as a couple of decorative fresh seasonal berries.

 

“I trust you’ve never had russian cheese pancakes before?” He asked, as he set down the plate in front of William. “Priyatnogo appetita, as we say in Russia.”

[Joyabe]

The feeling of arms wrapping around him made a small smile to appear on Will's lips. Surely it was pure satisfaction from the fact Dmitry was being close and affectionate with him, giving Will the openings he was looking for. It had absolutely nothing to do with his re-acquaintance with that almost forgotten type of intimacy that didn't really come with one-night-stands. Nothing at all.

 

"I don't remember saying anything about a bedroom" Will feigned innocence, leaning back into the hug. "I'm just really into interior design."

 

That teasing attitude soon melted away in face of Dmitry's breath on his neck and ear. The warmth sent shivers down his spine, and the gentle nibble to his ear caused his eyes to close for a moment and his hands to stop, allowing the plate in them to drip water into the sink and his attention to turn completely to the man behind him. It might have explained the uncalled for explanation he gave without thinking.

 

"I like doing it" Will said quietly when he was released, although apparently not completely freed from Dmitry's influence yet. "It's relaxing." And it really was. The warm water cascading on his hands, the quiet clinking noises the dishes made, even the smell of the soap- all of those always put his mind at ease. Even now in Dmitry's kitchen the feeling didn't seem much different than that in his own, nor did the effect it had on him. It was just... comfortable, in a familiar way.

 

"Besides, you're almost doing me a favor" Will added as he finished washing the little suds from the last plate. "I don't have a lot of dishes to wash at home. You're not really supposed to wash takeout containers you know."

 

Putting away that last plate on the drying rack, Will closed the water and dried his hands before joining Dmirty next to the stove. By the time he did, the faintly sweet smell of the syrniki filled the kitchen, and although he could have sworn he was full just a moment ago, suddenly he was almost drooling with hunger. For just a moment, Will was much more interested in the elegantly plated dish in front of him than in Dmitry.

 

"You should teach the single men of the world a thing or two" he murmured, picking a berry off the plate and popping it into his mouth. The pancakes still seemed a little too hot to eat, but Will's patience when it came to food was nearly non-existent. He found compromise in the form of collecting a dollop of cream on his finger and putting it directly in his mouth too. Even before getting to the main course, Will could tell this one was good, which naturally meant it was worth the risk of burning the roof of his mouth.

 

Picking up a pancake, he took a not so careful bite, happily discovering it not only tasted as good as it looked and smelled, but also was not hot enough to induce any burns. Letting out a loud, blissful hum, Will finally turned his attention to the man responsible for this little piece of happiness. "Is this how you win over all of your men? Because it's working" he said in a not so empty mouth. "Seriously, if you go through a mid-life crisis and decide you need a career change you should go into this." The second bite Will took was no less good than the first, and it only made him crave more. Of course, he had to remember he wasn't there alone, and that eating the whole plate of pancakes on his own would be extremely rude. "Here" he brought a pancake right to Dmitry's lips. "If you don't start eating you're not going to have anything left. Plus," he added with a mischievous smirk "I need to see you with some sugar in you."

[Gladis]

“Oh?”

 

Dmitry arched an eyebrow, his lips quirking into an amused smirk.

 

“For being that into interior design, you’ve been awfully secretive about the colour of your curtains.” He mused, thinking back on their conversation at the bar. Like most of their conversations thus far, it was a completely pointless remark. Even so, Dmitry happened to enjoy their back and forth banter. A surprising amount of information could be gleaned from simply joking about.

 

His smug and confident expression shifted to one of surprise and curiosity, however, when Will gave his explanation as to why he had chosen to do the dishes by hand. He couldn’t say he understood the sentiment, but it left a positive impression on him nonetheless.

 

“What I wouldn’t give to have your attitude towards household chores rub off on Lena. I can’t even get her to tidy her own room, much less do the dishes.” Dmitry paused, shaking his head as he used a fork and a spatula to turn over the sizzling pancakes. “Teens.” He chuckled.

 

Dmitry was glad to discover that his efforts seemed to be paying off. The look of pure and utter bliss on Will’s features was proof thereof, as Dmitry doubted such a genuine expression could be feigned -- even if indeed Will turned out to be an excellent actor. Seeing other people enjoy his handiwork always gave him a feeling of warmth and satisfaction. Much more so than many of his other achievements. There was something wholesome about the act of cooking for someone else that just couldn’t be replicated in his line of work.

 

“Well,” he mused, “I will be sure to keep that in mind.” Perhaps in a different world, he thought, such a change of career would have been possible. Realistically speaking however, that of course was not the case. He didn’t think any of his subordinates would take particularly well to being told that he would quit his current job and become a professional cook instead.

 

Dmitry’s lips almost instinctively parted around the fork Will had brought to his lips, overwhelming his taste buds with the sweet flavour of syrniki and raspberry syrup. The corners of his lips pulled into a warm girn. “Will, I made them for you. You can have as many as you like. I’m just glad you enjoy what I make.” Even so he got out a fork on his own and used it to separate a small piece of pancake from the rest, dipping it into syrup and creme fraiche before slipping it into his mouth.

 

This was good. Despite their earlier disagreement, the atmosphere between them was friendly and relaxed. Even so Dmitry doubted that William was actually content with his answer, or that he would forget about it anytime soon. He just didn’t seem the type to be comfortable with leaving everything in somebody else's hands. Surely, if had their roles been reversed, Dmitry would have felt the same.

 

“Besides,” he mused once they had finished the pancakes, gently grasping Will’s chin between his index finger and thumb as he leaned forwards to close the distance between them, “I’m saving myself for the sweetest dessert of all.” He winked before pulling him into a kiss, sweet yet hungry.

[Joyabe]

Not without a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, Will watched Dmirty take the offered food from his fork. As good as the pancakes were (and they were pretty damn amazing), Will couldn't forget they weren't the reason for his visit. After the rocky start to their evening, Will was more than happy to see the air between the two of them managed to clear, going back to the easy, flowing, flirtatious form it had for the most part of their not so long acquaintance.

 

"They say sharing makes everything better" Will pressed the fork to his lips, smiling at the sight of Dmitry joining him before taking it back to the stack of sweet bakes in front of them. "Besides" he added with a small smirk a few bites in "if we'll run out I know where you live."

 

Although he knew to fully appreciate and enjoy the dish placed in front of him, in the back of his mind Will kept on trying to crack the code that would let him get information out of Dmitry. Obviously, the other was painfully aware of every single word leaving his lips, so just by asking simple questions he would not get far. Not to mention, after Dmitry pulling the brakes on him more than once, Will knew he risked the option of being exposed if he pushed too much. And this was something he was most certainly not willing to do. He had to find another way- a way to get closer to Dmitry, to earn more of his trust, and at the same time to find more about him. If only he knew what this way was.

 

Will's attention was abruptly pulled back to Dmirty when he spoke again, his contemplative expression quickly changing, settling into a cheeky smile. "So corny" he teased before his lips were captured in a kiss. Was Dmitry trying to distract him? Was it possible his thoughts were somehow showing on his face? Or maybe Dmitry was just trying to avoid him asking any other questions he didn't want to answer out of habit or general carefulness?

 

'Well, whatever' he thought as he allowed himself to get carried away. There was more than one way to get information, and seeing questions weren't really doing it, perhaps it was better to go along with Dmitry for the time being. Maybe letting him take the lead would make him more comfortable, and more vulnerable in the process. With that thought in mind, Will wrapped his arms around Dmirty, kissing him back sweet and long, tasting the traces of sweet and sour mixing together with the flavor that was Dmitry's own. It had a sort of a kick to it, maybe something that lingered from their previous encounter, but when he finally broke the kiss, Will was a little out of breath.

 

"Maybe there are things I won't share after all" he murmured, his eyes tracing Dmitry's features closely. Although he loosened his grip of the other, his hands never left his body, travelling from around his neck to his shoulders, down his chest, around his waist and finally sliding into Dmitry's back pockets, effectively pushing him against Will once again, now trapping him between Dmitry and the counter. The path of kisses and nibbles he was leaving along his jaw came to end an at his ear, although Will didn't pull away. "I'll show you my curtains if you'll show me yours" he purred at his ear, pulling him just a tad closer at the end of this sentence.

[Gladis]

When Will finally pulled back, Dmitry’s breathing had become slightly laboured and uneven. Heat rushed through his veins, and his amber eyes almost seemed to glow with desire. It was clear that whatever disagreements they might have had before, had long since slipped his mind. Now, it seemed to hold only one thought: Damn, he’s hot.

 

“Mmmm…” he rumbled in a deep, husky voice, feeling William’s hands snake their way into his back pockets, while creating a burning trail of kisses and nibbles along his jawline. Sliding his hands down his lovers sides, Dmitri ground himself against younger male, chuckling softly as he felt his hot breath blast against his ear. Lips twitched with amusement, curling into a slight smirk. “Oh, I would,” he mused, “if my windows had curtains.”

 

As they turned out, they really didn’t. Like the rest of Dmitry’s apartment, his bedroom was of a sleek and fairly modern design. The windows were large, providing an excellent view of Manhattan. The floor was covered in a fluffy gray carpet that contrasted nicely with the white wall and black frame of his king sized bed. The feature that perhaps stood out about his room the most, however, must have been the oil painting that hung on the wall right over it. Large, and set in a delicately crafted wooden frame, it depicted a young woman with flowing golden hair, who with her back turned towards the spectator was gazing up at a hut on chicken legs.

 

Not that Dmitry gave Will much time to really take in his surroundings. Barely had they made it across the threshold and Dmitry seized his wrists, pinning them above his head as he pushed him down onto the bed. He kissed him, roughly and passionately, allowing his free hand to trace the shape of Will body until it reached the bottom edge of his tight fitting sweater, which he curled his fingers around and began to pull over Will’s head, discarding it on the floor beside the bed.

 

“Tell me, Will,” Dmitri husked playfully, straddling the younger man between his musclebound legs as he slid his tattooed hand over the smooth skin of his torso, “what would you like me to do?”

[Joyabe]

The decision to play things by ear was pushed aside just a little when Dmirty reciprocated Will's advances. He couldn't deny the fact he was attracted to him- maybe even more so now that he was sober. Every time Dmitry touched him, it seemed to ignite a sort of carnal want in Will. Of course, that was a purely physical thing. While there were a few qualities (a surprising number of them in fact) Will found attractive in the other, there was no way he was creating an emotional attachment. Unlike the physical desire, this he was not willing to accept.

 

That physical attraction though, and the anticipation that came with it and settled into his stomach, sure contributed to the excitement Will felt as they made the short trip from the kitchen to Dmitry's bedroom. The rest of this excitement stemmed from the fact he seemed to be venturing deeper and deeper into Dmirty's world every time they met. Even if he wasn't sure where he was going yet, Will just knew this was bringing him closer to his goal. He just had to figure out how to get there.

 

This task, however, got a lot more complicated the moment he stepped foot in Dmitry's bedroom. Feeling his wrists being captured and his body pushed down onto the bed, Will fully embraced every touch, kissing Dmitry back with equal hunger, feeling their tongues intertwine with each other in a silent demand for more that would surely be answered. His body was responding to Dmitry's touch, leaning into the hand that was sliding along it as if asking for more and obediently lifting up to assist the other when he removed his sweater.

 

It was only when he was asked a direct question that Will managed to quiet down the intense wanting in his head for long enough to be reminded of his original intent and for things to click together.

 

As a matter of fact, now that he was asking, Will knew exactly what he wanted Dmitry to do. On their way to the bedroom, they've passed past more than a single closed door, one of which must have been holding some valuable information behind it. What Will wanted was a chance to open them uninterrupted, to see what secrets laid behind them waiting for him to reveal. What he needed was for Dmitry to overexert himself, to the point Will would have the freedom to thoroughly snoop around.

 

Of course, he couldn't possibly say this to Dmitry. Instead, he settled for a different answer, one that wasn't any less true and would, at least so he hoped, lead to this desired outcome.

 

"I want you to touch me more" Will breathed, his eyes following Dmitry's hand hungrily before he decided to sit up so they were practically nose to nose. "I want your hands on me, I want your lips on me" he continued in a low murmur as his hands reached for Dmitry's shirt. "I want to taste you" he began popping the buttons one by one while his gaze held Dmitry's, almost metallic gray shining with excitement looking into that hypnotizing gold. "I want to taste you" Will could feel Dmitry's breath hot against his skin with how close they were. "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard you can't look your neighbors in the eye tomorrow" his hands pushed Dmitry's now open shirt, slipping it off his body. "Last time was just a taste. I'm not letting you off easy tonight" he smiled at the other mischievously before adding a teasing tug to Dmitry's bottom lip with his teeth. He could only hope this would give him enough encouragement to go all out and drain him completely. Not to mention, he was most certainly not against getting everything that would lead them there.

[Gladis]

Dmitry’s lips curled into a wolfish grin.

 

Perhaps Nekhii was right in assuming that Will was trouble. In fact, he didn’t even doubt this was the case. But if this was what he got for indulging the former bodyguard… well, it was the kind of trouble he could deal with. Besides, he enjoyed the challenge. If he could disarm the potential threat that Will posed without taking to any of the usual methods, that was a win. If he could convince Will that he was not a man he wanted to cross without uttering so much as a single threat, that was a win. And Dmitry liked winning.

 

“Good.” He husked in response to Will’s promise that he wouldn’t let him off as easily this time. “I wouldn’t have asked for less.” Cupping Will’s cheek, he gently traced the shape of his jawbone with his thumb as he caught his lips in another kiss. It was hot, it was passionate, it was mindbendlingly awesome, and Dmitry wanted more. His free hand found the inside of Will’s thigh, teasingly sliding against the taunt fabric of his trousers as he pushed his tongue between his lips. Then he grabbed onto Will’s hips, pushing him slightly further up onto the bed. When he finally pulled back he was panting softly, his yellow wolf-like eyes glowing with lust.

 

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, all you can see is stars.” He promised, “But first I will show you how Russian men suck cock.”

 

Though his hands were large and therefore seemed like they ought to have been clumsy, he unbuckled William’s trousers with skilled ease, pulling them down along with his underwear before discarding them both on the floor. “Take off your shirt.” He half-murmured, half-commanded, kissing the corner of Will’s mouth and then his jaw, before diving down between his legs. Dmitry had wanted to do this ever since Will’s attempt to deepthroat him the other day. Perhaps he was just a little bit of a show-off, or perhaps he just really liked cock. Probably it was a combination of both.

 

Parting his lips, he took the semi-hard cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the bulbous head, tracing the shape, feeling the texture, savoring the taste. He prodded the slit and licked his way up and down the veiny shaft, lovingly sucking each one of his balls before letting them slide back out with a satisfying plop. Catching William’s gaze, he offered a seductive smirk before going down on him again, this time allowing the entire full length of it slide down his throat.

[Joyabe]

Will could sense the temperature in his body rising rapidly. Dmitry's lips on his, the way he tasted, how his hands felt running along his inseam and pushing his hips- all of them fanned the flames, making Will's heart to race faster and his breathes to quicken. His next words though, made the heat in his body sharply pike, the promises he made sending a wave of lust and anticipation through his body.

 

Even past the ulterior motive he had, he wanted this man.

 

The moment Dmitry moved far enough down, Will eagerly obliged, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. His gaze never left the other, hungry eyes following his every move. He groaned in satisfaction when he felt Dmitry's lips on him, blood instantly rushing to his cock, making it stand at attention. The tongue around his sensitive tip, the way his mouth worked every part of him made that sweet ache between his legs all the more stronger. And that small smirk he gave him... it took his breath away. Will kept his eyes locked on those hypnotizing golden hues for a moment, before he felt his entire cock engulfed in a tight, wet, heat.

 

"Fuck," he gasped, throwing his head back as his hands clutched onto the sheet in an attempt to fight the urge to buck his hips up. He tried slowing down his breathing, reaching one hand to the other's head, fingers sliding into his hair. "Show off," he murmured, lifting his head back to look at Dmitry once again. "Maybe I should take some lessons from you though," he added after a moment.

 

He really shouldn't have been surprised by the fact Dima was this good. Sure, he might have imagined he was more on the receiving end usually, but their latest encounter should have taught him he was mistaken. In fact, everything he learnt about Dmitry so far should have taught him what he thought about that man was rarely accurate, or even true. Not that his brain was capable of making such an analysis right now- all he could focus on was Dmitry, the way his mouth wrapped around his twitching cock, and the burning desire to feel more.