яд

Yad. Venom. Noun. A poisonous substance secreted by animals such as snakes, spiders, and scorpions and typically injected into prey or aggressors by biting or stinging.

A/N: A precursor to the Valentine's day fic. Warning for choking, and general electro torture-y stuff, and butt stuff, as is to be expected. If you're uncomfortable, do not feel obligated to read this chapter! Also as a side note; never go in dry, kiddos. You'll be in for a bad time. Trust Papa Seth on this one. This was supposed to be posted in February about a year ago but I deleted like 8 paragraphs and was too upset to look at this story until recently...Whoops.

Sadism was the flavor of the week.

A nice change of pace, Ivan thought to himself, groaning softly as blunt teeth scraped at his jaw, the base of his throat, his clavicle... His gloved fingers, digging into the broad muscled back of his lover, the leather of his gloves squeaking. "You're being too gentle, Colonel," he murmured, wrapping lithe legs around the colonel's waist, locking his boot-clad feet together.

The major had been minding his own business until but a few minutes ago, when Volgin had rounded a corner suddenly and grabbed him by his collar before he could even manage a salute. He had been lifted and quite literally dragged away from his work in the East Wing of the Grad, up the stairs and into the West Wing, where their chambers were located. He hadn't needed an explanation for the man's sudden action; the flushing of his face explained it all.

They had barely gotten into the larger man's room before the he had begun undressing, removing the thick coat, and peeling the upper part of his latex bodysuit off. In an instant, he was on the major. Heavy, ungloved hands roughly palming his crotch, and lunging for his open, accepting mouth. Now they stood, Ivan pressed up against the wall, grinding hips.

A harder bite, and Ivan hissed in pain, his lips curving into an open-mouthed smile. Volgin was almost animalistic now, all but tearing off the major's jacket, popping off a button in the process. He couldn't even be bothered to care, as the God of Lightning's hands slipped under his uniform shirt and pressed to his belly, waves of electricity pulsing through him and wracking his body with convulsions. Muscles twitching, choked moans. Struggling to make his body cooperate as the colonel removed his tie and slid his shirt off his arms.

Yevgeny kissed the major roughly as he moved them to the bed, hands sliding down to the boy's hips and fumbling with the belt of his breeches. Ivan heard him snarl something in his ear, but it didn't really register; his brain was still fuzzy from the shock, although he slid his hands down the man's back, down to pull his belt off and toss it. In a quick, swift movement, Volgin gripped him by the ankles and removed his boots, his pants soon following as they were tossed to the floor.

"God..." Tough, calloused fingertips roughly pinched and twisted his nipples, followed by hard kisses and biting teeth, hands eventually sliding down to lift his hips up. Pulling the string of the Major's trademark, currently tented black thong to the side, Volgin pressed his thumbs against his lover's tight hole, grunting appreciatively. Pushing in, a bemused smile crossed his face at how easily his fingers slipped in. "You were expecting me."

A lewd moan from the smaller man, eyes half lidded. "When am I not?" The Colonel smirked.

Using fingers to spread his lover's entrance, Volgin spat, feeling Ivan clench at the sudden warm wetness. "C-Colonel..." More saliva dripped down, eliciting groans and soft pants from the major, followed by a scream and an arching, twitching back as electricity coursed through his insides. "Almost done..." Volgin breathed hard, through flared nostrils, a grin forming on his face as he spat one last time, to ensure that entry would be slick, only to send another jolt through his lover. That should prepare him for the incoming onslaught. Dropping the boy's hips, he placed one hand on Ivan's right thigh, and a second hand to guide his already hard, heavy cock. Volgin guided the tip, slick with pre, against the major's hole, feeling a light tremor running through him as he took quick, light breaths. "Colonel..." Each time the tip grazed him, a light shock went through the smaller blonde. A sudden, powerful shock, all of his muscles went slack...

And then, a sharp pain as Volgin thrust in. Ivan gripped the sheets tightly, breathing rapidly, biting his tongue; this part was always the hardest on him, and there was no real way to prepare himself for it. They both preferred it this way, and it always felt amazing once they got into a rhythm, but he knew he was definitely going to be feeling it when they were done. It wasn't necessarily pleasant to begin with either, considering that the colonel was nearly as long and thick as his forearm.

"Zhenya..." Ivan gripped the man's arm, a moan escaping his lips as he felt Volgin pause, and run a light current through him, pleasantly biting at his skin, thighs twitching. "Almost in, Vanya." The smaller blonde threw his head back, concentrating on breathing, until he felt sharp, angular hip bones come into contact with his ass. Being stretched like this was a fullness he could never bring himself to get used to; it was already almost too much for him. "Aaah...f-full..." The major trembled, tongue lolling out, soft mewls escaping his lips as he tried to adjust to the massive intrusion. Volgin chuckled, pressing down on the boy's belly. Concentrating hard enough, he could feel the shape of his cock through his stomach. "How lewd, major." Fingers ran up his belly, tracing each dip of his abs, up his sternum, his throat; a thumb running along Ivan's soft, parted lips. Fingers pressed against his mouth, which he all too eagerly accepted. A lewd beauty, Volgin remarked as he pushed his fingers deeper, nearly into the boy's throat, drawing a muffled groan from his lover. Removing his fingers, Volgin grabbed hold of Ivan's hips tightly. "I'm going to move now, Ivan."

Soft whimpering from Raikov, as he licked the strand of saliva off his lips and nodded.

Once they had gotten into a rhythm, it was much easier to talk for the Major. "Yevgeny.." A groan as Volgin buried himself to the hilt. "C-colonel please...my throat..." A sharp breath as he pulled almost all the way out. "Your throat, major? What about it?" A sadistic grin through a haze of lust. "You want me to choke you?" A nod, followed by a stifled moan as once again, the colonel pushed himself in, fully. Raikov tilted his head upwards and to the right, exposing his neck to the larger man, batting his eyelashes almost flirtatiously.

"Rather demanding, aren't we?" Volgin leaned in to kiss the major, chuckling as he met the boy's lips, followed by a long, muffled moan as he pulled out entirely, only to ram himself back in. Fingers trailed up his sides, nails dragging along his skin and leaving thin, red scratches...His left hand pressed loosely to the boy's throat, feeling his breath become ragged once more as the Colonel pulled out. And suddenly, as he re-entered, his thick hands clamped down. A whimper from the smaller russian's throat, as the larger man grinned down at him. He could feel his pulse in his ears...he was startigg to get dizzy from the blocked bloodflow to his brain...but it wasn't nearly hard enough. Raikov managed to grunt and whine through his efforts to breathe.

"Harder," Ivan instructed through gritted teeth and hazing vision. The colonel was always too soft with this. 10,000 volts was enough for a human body to handle, so Volgin never needed to worry about holding back in that department. His hands could easily crush the major's windpipe if he so desired though. And for that reason, he was always careful. But the blonde refused to be satisfied until his vision was swimming, until he could barely make a sound.

Gripping the man's wrist, Ivan forced it down harder on his throat, signaling the man to squeeze harder. A deep inhale, a low rumbling chuckle, and the muscular hands gripped, thumb and fingers pressing harder on the sides of his throat. "Gh..." Face flushing, skin glistening with sweat (although he wasn't too sure who's it was anymore).

"You're beautiful, Vanya..."

He could feel his insides churning. If he was less muscular, Ivan was almost sure he'd be able to see the outline of the almost inhumanly large cock through his stomach every time the colonel fully sheathed himself inside him. Another choked moan, chest heaving. "Zhen..ya..." Nails dug into the large colonel's arm.

He almost felt like he was melting into the bed around him, too weak to hold himself up, thoroughly spent. His skin still tingled, his semi-erect cock twitched, his head was clouded, lips moving but unintelligible words tumbling out.

"I ruined my thong..." Raikov murmured, after he had regained his senses. A low grunt from Volgin as he pulled out, followed by a chuckle. "I'll just have to buy you another one, won't I?"

The younger male managed to work his lips into a pout. "This one's brand new..."

The mattress sagged as Volgin flopped to the left of the major, rolling the smaller male closer to him. "Too tired for round two?" Raikov teased, half-heartedly. The large man's chest heaved with laughter. "Just give me a moment to rest, Vanya. My duties are done for the day. I'm sure you're in no position to be returning to work any time soon?"

"My schedule seems to have been suddenly cleared," Ivan kissed the man at the corner of his mouth, smiling. The man's breathing had already slowed, he closed his eyes, emitting a grunt of contentment.

Raikov slumped back into the soft cushions of the colonel's bed, a pleased grin on his face, as the Colonel drifted off to sleep. He gently stroked the man's silvery hair, hand trailing down to his back, where he removed a small dart, not unlike the ones found in tranquilizer guns. He was surprised that the man hadn't noticed it piercing his flesh. His muscles were probably thicker than his skull, the major noted absentmindedly. Even more impressive, was how deep the needle had gone; it had torn a hole straight through the man's uniform, firmly lodged in the thickest part of his shoulder.

It had been such a long time since something like this had happened; More recently, Volgin had just been calling the major in for a quick under-the-desk blowjob on particularly boring or stressful days (which had become increasingly common, to Raikov's displeasure). He wasn't particularly against it, but he DID miss having the Colonel's undivided attention (and, even more, the sweet soreness that came after one of these raw fuckings). He was certainly going to be in pain the next morning, especially if the toxins lasted as long as he was told; the prospect of more to come wasn't unwelcome in his book.

"So, how much to I owe you for this?" Eyes closed, a content sigh escaping his lips as he rolled the tranq dart around between his fingers. A soft raspy chuckle came from the ceiling. "For a show like that, I should be paying you."

A tired giggle.

"I guess you Cobras have your uses, after all."