Been so long since I could write again. Im liking this story. Reviews? Perhaps, perhaps not. More story on the way if I can.
It had been over a week and a half since the man had been released from his so called "solitary" confidement, Andrei smirked playfully across the yard, the wind ruffling his jacket as he continued to meet the eyes of the younger man. He unnerved the guard, and that's what he loved. It was so easy to do, Valerik wasn't the most confident person in the world, though he tried to look it. Andrei picked him apart the first day they had met. The ever fake way he held his head up as he trudged down the cells, the way he would deepen his voice when talking to you. It amused the killer, it really did. Another man joined Andrei on his walk around the courter yard, "So, I hear things my friend." A voice cooed- hood up and eyes averted from looking at the large man.
"What things do you hear, Yakov?" The burnette questioned, cocking his eye brow before looking down at the blond.
"Things about you and a certain guard carrying on all night." He said bluntly, his voice being carried throughout the yard as a gust of wind ruffled their clothing yet again. He only smiled up at Andrei.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Who has been spreading these rumors?" The man laughed, rubbing the side of his neck, unshaven for the past three days, a mix of grey and brown hair coating his jaw. "Why do you want to know?"
"They think you are a rat..." The made Andrei tense up. A rat? A rat for what? Sure he found his way into a heroin ring, sure, but why would he rat? What would be his reason too? It would bring his life to ruins since he was the most frequent buyer in this business. "We have been friends for long time, no? I do not wish to see you dead."
Andrei wondered, where these rumors had started from. Perhaps the guards? There had to be some way that Valerik was getting into solitary confidment, he didn't have that type of access in the prison. And Andrei wasn't trying to be quiet when they were together there, someone had to know. Andrei just patted Yakov's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll find who it is. I don't need lies being spread about me." Andrei said, pushing his hands into his pockets before heading off to the doors that led inside to the common rooms.
His aura was threatening as he marched his way past the younger men in their seats playing cards, the older gentlemen with general stars on their shoulders signifying they were apart of the Russian mafia, he took a seat across from them. "I hope you have a reason for sitting with us, shlyuha." The elder man hissed as he looked up at him.
Andrei's grey eyes flickered in irratation, yet his face stayed with the same, amused smile. "Such hostile words Bartnev. Why?" He questioned as he leaned in, the two men beside him stiffening at his gesture. Andrei just smirked, "Relax you two, if I wanted to use your spins as belts, I would have already. It's just a matter of time, and how much your boss decides to insult me." He cooed in an almost pleasant fashion. Calming, yet frightening.
"What did you come here for? Would you not rather be with your toy?" The gangster smirked, sipping at his water, leaning back in his chair, sweat suit sounding slickly against the metal, the lens of his glasses reflecting in the light that hung from above.
"I came here to find out whose been spreading these.. lies." Andrei hissed. Valerik wasn't his toy... he was Valerik's, and as attached as he was, he did nothing but want to please him further. And this rumor floating about would only bring the demise of his career. There was a quiet moment between the two men, starting each other done, the crime boss's gaze faultering under the killer's. He just smirked as he watched Bartnev look away. "So, are you going to make me wait all day, or what?" Andrei hissed under his breath.
"Polyansky and his boys. One of them, I don't know who. There, now go away." He snapped, eyes glaring harshly at his husky form. Andrei stood up and stretched, looking over to where Polyansky's cell was, a blanket over the front of the bars.
"Spasibo, comrade. So tough in here, it is. Glad to have your back any day, Bartnev." Andrei muttered as he shoved his hands in his pockets, heading towards the cell immediately. One of two things could be happening behind the dark blanket, Andrei was eager to find out which. The slick sounds of mouth on flesh, muffled moans, how did they get away with this in the middle of the day? The large man only pushed past the curtins, smirking at the scene. "What do you know? Polyansky on his knees for once."
The man went to pull his head away from the shaft he had been greedily attached to, but Andrei's boot pressed into the back of his head, holding him there. Andrei's hand wrapped around the other man's throat, he was scared for his life as his rough hand tightened. "Now would you look at that, I didn't think you would be the deep throating type Polyansky... backstabber fits you much, much better." The man only groaned in response, trying to pull his head back,only to have his head pushed further down on the hardened cock, making him gag slightly. "So where do you get these rumors from? I don't like my fun being spoiled..."
Polyansky snorted, rolling his eyes at him. Like he would ever tell him? Andrei smirked before pushing his foot down harder, making him take in more. He could feel the other man's adam apple swallow hard, he was sweating, his face flushed deeply as he tried to hold back, but it seemed the situation was just to much for the man. A small, strangled groan rolled from his throat before his body shuddered. He could feel Polyansky gag, the white liquid slowly rolling from his opened mouth. Mixed with drool, it rolled down his chin and throat.
"Going to talk now?" Polyansky nodded slowly, giving in. Andrei removed his foot.
The man removed his head quickly, his eyes watering slightly from his aching jaw, spitting the man's seed onto the ground before he wiped his mouth, "I'm sorry Boris, I-" Polyansky held his hand up to his partner before looking up at Andrei.
"You're a bitch, Demichev, you know that?"
"First I'm a whore, now I'm a bitch. So much hostitliy today..." He said, leaning against the opening to the cell, dull grey eyes watching the scared man stuff himself back into his pants before quickly leaving. The two men only stared at each other.
"What are you going to do when you find out?"
"That is none of your concern." A pause from the both of them. "Tell me."
"So it's true then? Fucking a guard, are we?" Polyansky smirked as he stood up to wash his mouth out in the sink. "Ivanski, right? You are both big men, whose catching?" Andrei growled as he pushed the man into the wall, one hand gripping his arm tightly and winding it behind his back- his other grabbing the back of his head and slamming it into the mirror, cracking it slightly.
"Tell me. Now." He growled deeply in his ear, biting the top of it, hearing the cartilage crunching under the pressure, blood seeping from the wound he had made. Perfect teethmarks. The pleasure of hurting another sent a shiver through his spine, it had been so long since the urge had come back to even make someone bleed just for the hell of it. The iron taste on his lips making him shiver.
"Knock it off! Fine! Fine! It was me!" He squealed, writhing in the taller man's grasp, desperate to get free from his arm lock. Andrei growled deep in his throat before pushing him closer to the wall.
"You've got balls admiting that to me Polyansky.." He purred into his ear before he pulled the man back for only a second before slamming him back into the wall, his head making a sickening crack against the wall, a small grunt leaving the man's lips as he collasped. The sound made his spin shiver in pleasure yet again, feeling a small smirk coming to his lips but, that quickly vanished.
Andrei sighed as he looked at what he just did. What had been getting into him the last couple of days? Overly aggressive, anti-social, and completely snotty. He was not like this, not the real Andrei. Or maybe he was, he didn't know anymore. He looked at the limp body that still raggedly breathed. Might as well finish it... He thought to himself as he pressed his heavy boot into his jugular, hearing a small hiss of breath move from his throat.
Polyansky's mouth gasped for air, the stuttering of a choke filling the air, he pressed face started to turn red, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The toe of his boot pressed even harder. His skin faded to a light purple color, soon white. The gasping noises stopped, the heavy breathing halted, and Andrei was satisfyed. He stared, just looking at the man whom laid on the floor, motionless. Andrei couldn't help but think, what a perfect.. clean death.
"What the fuck have you done?" A voice hissed, tugging at his shoulder, ripping him from his wonderful sight. He stumbled back, tumbling over his own weight as his ass hit the ground. He must have been standing tehre for an unreal amount of time if someone had caught him standing over his victim. A guard was leaning over Polyansky, checking for a pulse. There was none, from the man's reaction.
Andrei tried to get to his feet, but six heavy hands pushed down his shoulders, he only looked up, Valerik one of them. He looked disgusted with him. And for the first time, Andrei actually felt ashamed of his actions. Felt ashamed of what he had done, for what he has been doing. He had never felt like that before, never like a child being scolded by his parents, so what changed? Was it his infatuation with the man that squeezed his shoulder, giving him the 'you've done it this time' look. His stomach turned, he didn't want to go to the hole. That's where the real animals were, the real killers.
Dark, damp cells with wooden doors and dirt floors, rats crawling about your feet. There was no circulation of air, just always the same musty shit. And thats where he was going. It was his third strike, and the warden would not take his actions lightly, he never did.