Title: With a Little Swagger
Pairing: Vladimir/Swagger
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Slash. Oh yes. n_n
Feedback: PLEASE!!!
So mrsitchweeed said I should post this at the comm. So here it is. n_n in all it's smut tastic glory.
I wrote this as a continuation of "Proving a Point"
I AM INCREDIBLY PROUD OF THIS.
IT IS THE BEST SLASH I HAVE EVER WRITTEN.
EVER.
PERIOD.
XD
With a Little Swagger
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Jack sighed, walking into the elevator, his body was exhausted from work. As exciting as a pay-per-view could be, they were also very tiring. He leaned back against the elevator wall and pressed the button for his floor. As the doors began to close, a hand shot out and stopped them. Jack was jerked from his half-asleep state as the imposing figure of Vladimir Kozlov entered the lift. Jack never felt so small as he did around Vladimir. The handful of times that they'd met, Vladimir had always seemed so stony, and cold. He found himself staring at the large Russian. His eyes sweeping over every contour of the man's body.
Vladimir glanced over, raising a brow.
"Vhy art joo staring?" he asked gruffly. Jack hadn't realized he'd been staring, let alone expected Vladimir to speak. He jumped a little, startled by the sudden deep commanding voice.
"Sorry…" Jack said softly. As the elevator doors slid open Jack took a step forward, only to be blocked from getting off the elevator by Vladimir. The Russian threw his arm quickly out and slammed against the wall next to Jack's head, staring him down.
"I asked joo a qvestion…" he growled. "I expect un answer…"
Jack swallowed hard, looking passed Vladimir to see the doors closing again. Never one to back down from a challenge, Jack cleared his throat.
"And… What if I don't have an answer?" Jack challenged. Vladimir's lips quirked upward into a dangerous smirk.
"Joo better start making von up zen…" he growled. Jack shuddered at the dark look in Vladimir's eyes. He was such a strong and imposing figure, untouched by fear. Jack was fascinated, and… Attracted. He may not have been the most attractive man Jack had ever seen, but Vladimir commanded attention instead of demanding it. You couldn't help but notice the powerful Russian. Jack gave a smirk of his own, before summoning all his courage, and reaching up, pulling Vladimir down into a heatsting of a kiss. It was rough, powerful, and unforgiving to the lips involved. He almost expected to be hit, but was pleasantly surprised when Vladimir returned the kiss, forcing his tongue passed Jack's lips.
Jack allowed the intrusion, hell, he welcomed it, relishing in the pure skill Vladimir had. The man was incredible, moving his tongue against Jack's, sensually. The Russian sucked at Jack's tongue and lips, nipping at them as he pulled away, leaving Jack panting and hungry for more. The elevator doors opened once more, and Vladimir pulled away, turning to leave. Jack was more surprised to see Vladimir look back over his shoulder at him.
"Joo comesing?"
His tone was more of a command than a suggestion and Jack wasn't one to disappoint. He followed after Vladimir unquestioningly, finding he had to jog to keep up with Vladimir's long legged stride. Vladimir stopped abruptly in front of his hotel door, causing Jack to trip a little to avoid bumping into him. Vladimir didn't seem to much care about that. He simply pulled out his room key and slid it through the reader. He stepped aside as he opened the door, allowing Jack into the room. It was dim, only the light from the bathroom illuminated it. Jack stepped fully into the room, looking around. It was neat, and barely looked like it was used. He was something of a slob, himself.
Jack had barely taken in the room when he felt Vladimir's strong hands come to rest on his hips, the same hot mouth that had made him so needy in the elevator was now brushing lightly against his neck. He leaned back, pressing his body against Vladimir's surprised at how incredibly warm he was. Some how, he'd always imagined Vladimir to be cold… Vladimir's grip tightened briefly as he began to push Jack further into the room. He found himself being swiftly turned around and pushed back onto the bed. Seeing Vladimir looming over him like that was almost a scary feeling, but at the same time, it was so very exhilarating and exciting.
Vladimir advanced on him, hovering over him. He held himself up with one hand while the other moved to easily undo the buttons on Jack's shirt. Jack felt his whole body tensing as his chest was gradually exposed. He bit back the moan that threatened to escape when Vladimir's lips brushed against one of his nipples. The Russian breathed hotly against Jack's skin, causing a shiver to jolt down the blonde's spine. Jack did moan, however, when Vladimir's tongue flicked against the sensitive bud, teasing it to attentive erectness. He then alternated, his nose brushing against the skin of Jacks chest as he moved, to give Jack's other nipple the same treatment.
He was surprised at how soft and sensual the Russian was behaving. It was almost indulgent the way Vladimir sucked and kissed at his chest, working his way down Jack's torso. He worked his way back up just as slowly, building a steady anticipation as he did so. Everywhere Vladimir's mouth went, the muscles shuddered and tensed beneath it. When Vladimir's lips closed over Jack's again he began to undo Jack's jeans as well. Jack moved his lips against Vladimir's in a slower, more fervent kiss than the one they'd shared in the lift. Jack was glad he wasn't standing, because he would have fallen over because of how weak in the knees Vladimir was making him. When Vladimir pulled away, he gave a soft groan of disapproval, which was quickly cut off by a loud moan. Vladimir slipped his hand down the front of Jack's jeans and into his boxers, giving him a couple firm strokes, before pulling Jack's pants and boxer's off him completely.
Jack looked down at Vladimir, watching his next movements closely. Vladimir descended on Jack once more, gently running his nose and lips up the inside of Jack's leg, enjoying the shiver it caused. His lips brushed lightly back down the opposite leg, before Vladimir brought his mouth to one of Jack's hips. He kissed the skin there, before he began to suck and nip lightly, leaving behind a small bruise. Jack gripped the bed spread a little, dying of anticipation and desire under all the careful, and calculated ministrations. Vladimir stripped off his shirt before he continued. He rubbed his hands up and down Jack's thighs, skillfully, massaging and relaxing the muscles there. He glanced up to see Jack had propped himself up on his forearms to watch him. Something of a cocky smirk came to the Russian's lips as he leaned his head down to nuzzle his nose into the curls above Jack's member. Jack bit hit lip in anticipation, moaning softly at the sight of such a big, imposing, and powerful man being so gentle.
Vladimir's lips came to close around the head of Jack's cock, causing his breath to catch in his throat as he bit back the whimper that threatened to escape his lips. Vladimir showed that same, precise, careful way of doing things with Jack's cock, rubbing his tongue against the swollen flesh, progressively taking more of Jack in. Jack couldn't help himself, and began surrendering to the pleasure, letting himself whimper and moan. It seemed that Vladimir's mouth left him all to soon, but Jack was more excited to see just what the Russian would do next. Vladimir rid himself of the last of his clothes, urging Jack's legs apart. Jack did as he was directed, looking down, about to protest, when one good swipe of the Russian's tongue silenced every objection he had to the action. He dropped back onto the bed, taking in the feel of the slick intrusion. It was different, odd, but as Vladimir worked, it became, slowly more pleasurable. He let his eyes slip closed as he relished the sensation.
He gave a hiss as a finger was pushed in with the tongue, stretching him and pushing deeper. Jack began to breathe a little shakier, his fists clenching tighter into the bed spread. It was a wonderful feeling. The Russian was so tedious and careful with his work. Jack was like putty for Vladimir to mold into what he wished. Soon the tongue withdrew and a second finger was added, hooking, pushing, stretching, and thrusting. Jack's breath came in short gasps as Vladimir found, and mercilessly began to stimulate his sweet spot.
Up until this point, the Russian had said, not a single word. He leaned in close to Jack's ear, and spoke in a husky whisper.
"Joo ready for me?"
Jack moaned, the tone of the Russian's voice causing goose bumps. He swallowed hard, deciding it was too late to turn back now.
"Yeah…" he replied; "I'm ready…"
Vladimir slipped his fingers out of Jack and lifted one of his legs up onto his shoulder. He leaned in, kissing softly at Jack's neck.
"Zis vill hurt… But eet von't for long…" he warned softly. Jack swallowed hard, biting back the sarcastic 'Thanks for the warning' that he so desperately wanted to utter, in favor of preparing for the worst. Vladimir closed his hand around Jack's length, stroking it as he pushed in, meeting little resistance on Jack's part. Jack bit his bottom lip, relaxing, and trying his best to not tense up on the Russian. The burning stretching sensation was not as horrifying as he'd expected, but it hurt none the less. He was thankful for the pleasure of Vladimir's hand on his cock. Nine and a half agonizing inches later, Vladimir came to rest inside Jack. The Russian purred, and kissed, and pet, doing his best to soothe away the discomfort that Jack was feeling, and was very successful.
"Move…" Jack pleaded hoarsely. Vladimir pulled slowly back , listening intently to every noise Jack made, and then pushed equally slowly back in. Jack gave a light moan and urged the Russian on. A few slow and careful thrusts later, Vladimir began to build a steady rhythm. Jack wrapped his arms around the Russian's neck, their foreheads pressed together as their hips moved in unison. Vladimir's hand remained on Jack's cock, stroking him with the rhythm their hips were moving at. The minutes passed far too quickly, and soon Jack was reaching his breaking point. He felt a familiar heat pooling in his pelvis.
"I'm… Gonna…" he grunted softly. Vladimir nodded, his hips and hand moving faster, more insistent. Jack's back bowed away from the bed, his toes curling as his body shook with orgasm. Vladimir milked Jack's cock for everything it had continuing to thrust into him until he too came, with a shuddering moan, barely audible over the sound of skin smacking skin.
There was a long drawn out moment where both men merely fought to catch their breath. When Vladimir pulled away from Jack, they both groaned at the sensation. Jack looked at Vladimir questioningly, before he moved to gather his pants up from the floor. For the second time that day, he found a hand planted by his head and the Russian in his way. He was a little nervous, but not nearly so much as he had been before. Vladimir merely removed Jack's button down all together and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Stay…" his deep Russian timber was now more of a plea than a command.
And so Jack stayed.
Fin~