Kirill's landlady was great. Although sometimes she picked on him and often bluffed him into complying with her domestic requests, she treated him like her little bratty grandson. Blushing with excitement and impatience, Kirill collected the recording that she had made for him, and whirled to his apartment to watch it. He was deeply satisfied, even though Doug's and his faces were blurred on the video.
When he noticed somebody looking like his lost sister, Milla, Kirill was overwhelmed to the point that his affair with Doug was temporarily relegated to a second place. He could not wait for the morning to find out more about her. Kirill was so absorbed in finding Milla that overlooked obvious things, being completely useless during the arrest of an Anthem dealer. Kirill's mood changed quickly from joyful hopefulness to wistful reflecting. Doug was there for him, genuinely trying to help.
In the evening, the Seven-O agents gathered at Derick's bar. When Kirill encountered Milla, he was dumbfounded, and even more so when he found out that his sister was in fact his brother named Valery. Doug was surprised to see Kirill's sibling. He noticed a strong physical resemblance between them, although Valery was ten years older than Kirill. The first time Doug spoke with Valery was after he commented on their friendship with Kirill.
Of course, he and Kirill were not friends. Doug had his own circle of friends, which Kirill was not a part of. His closest and best friend was Derick; he was a good friend of Travis and his right hand. He had many other friends in the police, and even former gangsters whom he had saved or helped in the past sought friendship with him.
At first, Kirill was his colleague, partner in the Seven-O's Double-decker system. Soon they became comrades who fought together and covered each other's backs in the face of the enemy. At some point, they had the intimacy and became partners for sex, and Doug did not mind Kirill in this role.
At the end of the party, Kirill looked dejected and went home alone, as he needed time to digest the facts. He returned to his apartment late, undressed, and fell into a restless sleep. The next day, he already felt better and chatted with the girls from the office about his brother. He remembered Doug, who was nowhere to be seen.
Meanwhile, Doug visited a grave of a girl who had been his friend eight years ago, Pat Morino. 12-years-old child at the time, she had been dear to him. He had never thought about dating Pat, but had been fond of her and wanted to protect her from the hardships of her orphanhood. Her death had become a heavy bereavement for him, and since then he had not been committed to any serious relationship. In his heart, he had remained faithful to her memory until the recent encounter with Kirill. On her birthday, he came to her grave with an irrational intention of asking for her forgiveness for his relationship with the new partner.
Whether it was a coincidence or a fate, but the same day Doug knew that the gangster who had killed Pat was back in the city. In the flicker of a second, Doug made up his mind to take revenge on Pat in homage to her memory.
The next day in the office was uneventful; Doug and Kirill went out in the police car, as it was their shift of patrolling the streets. They were tête-à-tête again since the time they got close to each other. Kirill already missed Doug and his tender touch. They talked about their work as usual, while Kirill was thinking at the back of his mind how to get Doug into bed with him.
- Doug… Want to go drinking tonight? – Kirill had a good idea where to start.
- Sorry, I've got another thing tonight, – Doug understood what Kirill was hinting at.
- You do? That's rare.
- Yeah, meeting an old boss, – Doug knew that Kirill would like to know the reason, so he explained it straight away.
- I see, - Kirill felt a little disappointed with how everything turned out.
- I can give you a lift home.
- Thank you. Can you take me to the city centre? – Kirill had an idea.
- Sure, - Doug started the car and drove off.
Soon after, they stopped in Lisvaletta city centre. Kirill kissed Doug on the cheek and got out of the car. He headed towards the largest shopping centre of Lisvaletta that was in Marina Urbem. He walked past the attractive and flashy windows with perfumes and clothes and reached the floors occupied by a bookstore selling the most comprehensive collections of literature in various fields. Kirill found a section dedicated to sexual relationships.
As he expected, getting a grip on his partner was a nontrivial problem. Doug was a dominating type and his own master, who did not like being under anybody's command. Doug appreciated his freedom and was not enthusiastic about the idea of engagement. As for Kirill, Doug was satisfied with their relationship to be just sex without any obligations or commitments. He would evade anyone's attempts to hook and lure him into marriage.
Kirill realised that it was going to be a hunting game. He was the hunter, and his prey was an amazing, dangerous and wild predator. Doug was a beast in his job just like in sex. For Kirill, the more challenging was the hunt, and the more artful, tough, and shrewd his prey, the more desirable and valuable his trophy would be. Kirill wished to take him alive, tame him and make him his own.
He conceived the idea of getting Doug to marry him, picturing in his mind how he would put a ring on his partner. Although he could foresee how difficult this would be, he decided to set traps to lure the lion into his nets. He met his man. The decision was made, the die was cast. Kirill was poised to look for strategies to achieve his goal.
Kirill thought that studying literature on the topic of sex would be a good starting point. He looked through several books dedicated mainly to relationships in male couples. Finally, he found a fairly comprehensive book that covered both psychological aspects, health matters, and various techniques of sex, and went to the cash desk.
One more thing that had been bothering Kirill since his recent conversation with Doug, was his partner's past relationships. Doug mentioned that he had had a partner who had been killed a few years ago, and Kirill wanted to unveil this secret. He tried to find out about Doug's former partner from his colleagues in Seven-O and Derick. Whether they were tactful and did not want to spread rumours about Doug or simply did not know anything about it, Kirill had to resort to the help of his old information broker.
One day, Doug asked Kirill to be present during an interrogation of a criminal to draw up the interrogation report. It was then that Doug suddenly got enraged, showing an abnormal obsession with a gangster named Good-Looking Joe.
It was not the first time that Kirill had seen the aggressive and wild side of Doug. When enraged, Doug turned into a dare-devil, becoming truly dangerous to his adversaries. Regardless of this, Kirill's sixth sense told him that Doug was not and never would be dangerous for him. He felt very deeply that Doug would not be able to lay a finger on him. Conversely, Kirill could hit Doug and had already done so a few days ago when he had to cool Doug's hot head from getting too obsessed with the case of Zabel. Kirill felt that Doug needed him to curb his aggression, and it was the only type of control that was necessary for him.
This time, Kirill again saw Doug's searing gaze of anger, and it seemed better not to fall in the way of the lion when he was furious. From that day on, Kirill noticed that his partner started acting differently. Doug pondered over something and became inattentive to him, having gone home with unceremonious haste. Doug's weird behavior led Kirill to the thought that it was all because of Doug's former partner that had been killed by Esperanza.
Doug's behavior bothered him a lot. His information broker confirmed that Doug had been in a liaison with someone named Pat Morino who had obviously been his former partner. Kirill felt that he was digging into Doug's tragic past. He worried about Doug and what he could do in his obsession. He asked Sophie for Doug's address to keep track of him outside the office.
On the weekend, Kirill woke up around ten, had his breakfast, and then hurried to Doug's place. He saw Doug's car parked at the entrance to the building where he lived; it was a sign that Doug was still at home. Kirill decided to wait in the café on the corner of the street near Doug's home. He had been sipping coffee for a couple of hours and watching the street over a newspaper. At last, he spotted Doug go out and walk down the street.
Kirill followed him at a distance all day. Doug talked to a number of people in a few pubs and cafés, while Kirill discreetly watched him through the windows, hiding behind the newspaper. Finally, it got dark, and the streets were lit up with night illumination. Kirill noticed Doug leave a pub, and walked after him.
Doug noticed that Kirill had been trailing him all day. He stopped around the corner of the street to face him. Kirill was not cheerful and carefree; he looked sad, with a worried furrow crossing his forehead. Doug did not want to draw Kirill into his troubles, especially those related to his past. Asking him about Pat, Kirill pried into something that harrowed his feelings, and Doug was uncompromising about it. He walked away, as Kirill was standing in the light of streetlamps and watching him go.
Kirill returned home late in the evening. He was dwelling on Doug's being distant with him and the fact that someone used to be so dear to his partner. He had a snack, took a shower, and lay down on the bed to read the book he had bought the other day. Kirill intended to study the topic methodically, but he was very curious and impatient to read the most interesting part. He leafed through the book to pages describing sex techniques. He began to read under the first schematic, and his lively imagination immediately depicted how he would do it with Doug. Kirill felt getting hard and pulled his penis out of his pajama pants.
He closed his eyes, vividly imagining himself with Doug, and began palming his cock. Moving the book aside, he lowered his pants, turned on his side, and added the other hand to rub between his legs. He pushed a finger inside his entrance, moving it rhythmically. Kirill rocked his hips slightly, puffing and sniffing quietly. He quickened the pace, feeling that his arms grew tired, one of them becoming numb from lying on it. Finally, he felt approaching his ejaculation.
- Doug! – Kirill whimpered, releasing into his palm.
He panted for a few seconds and then stood up with a sigh to grab a few wipes. He turned off the light, snuggled down with the duvet, and soon fell asleep.
Kirill looked forward to the start of the week in order to approach his partner openly. He would stay in the office till late, as Doug would still be there. Kirill noticed Doug put a couple of suspicious-looking gadgets in the right pocket of his shield coat, and his worry grew stronger. In the cloakroom, Kirill confronted Doug to prevent him from going to revenge for Pat, but he remained unresponsive and cut off Kirill's attempts to interfere. Kirill snatched the gadgets from Doug's pocket.
- Then what's this for? – he looked at the devices in puzzlement.
- Don't worry. I've got permission to carry it off-duty.
- That's not what I was talking about, – Kirill scrutinized one of the gadgets. A sudden spray caused him to sag on the floor.
- What is this? – Kirill felt his body go numb.
- A tranquilizer that the Doctor developed, I'm told, - Doug left, hearing Kirill collapse on the floor.
After a while, Kirill came to his senses. He realised that what he wanted to prevent at all costs had happened - Doug went to get revenge on Pat Morino. Kirill worried that Doug would kill somebody, and his anxiety grew more and more. He quickly searched Doug's desk and found an imprint of the address where his partner had left. He rushed to Travis, and soon they were driving to their destination. When they arrived, Kirill jumped out of the car and saw Doug exit the building. For a second, his heart gave a leap.
- Doug!
- Don't get the wrong idea. They've all been arrested, - Doug's face was calm, though his right hand was throbbing with strong pain.
The firearm that he borrowed from Pat's grave, misfired and injured his hand. He got a few deep cuts in his palm, and his blood, mixed with the streams of rain, quickly dripped to the ground. Kirill wasted no time putting a bandage on Doug's hand. He knew that Doug was going to kill Pat's murderer; only the miraculous coincidence prevented him from doing so. Kirill had a feeling that Pat's spirit stopped Doug from having blood on his hands.
The scene of the incident was bustling with the police back-up. Kirill saw that Doug had a brief talk with Travis and then was alone behind the police van. Kirill approached him.
- You can't drive home with a wounded hand, can you? I'll do it, - Kirill looked Doug in the eyes.
- I suppose I can't object to this, - Doug gazed at Kirill in turn.
They walked to the car beside each other in silence, each smiling at his own thoughts. Kirill was thinking that in the end, everything was fine, and he was going to take care of his partner. Doug was reflecting that Pat would be glad that he did not break his moral principles, as she had told him that a policeman should not break the rules.
Kirill fancied Doug's car; it had a sharp design and looked cool. With the help of Doug, showing Kirill the way to his home, they arrived there in half an hour. They got out of the car, and Kirill followed Doug into the house as a matter of course. They walked upstairs, and Doug unlocked the door, letting Kirill enter first.
Kirill was excited to enter his partner's dwelling, the place where Doug enjoyed his private life. He felt satisfied that he stepped into the den of this wild lion. In his mind, Kirill congratulated himself on this little victory, having taken a small step towards achieving his dream.
He looked around with curiosity. Doug's apartment was spacious enough for one person. He had quite a lot of stuff stored on the shelves and in closets as well as scattered in other places, but there seemed to be no kitchen area. Clearly, Doug was not into cooking. Kirill noticed that the apartment was rather clean, and Doug's bed and table were neat.
While Kirill was looking at the décor of his apartment, Doug took off his jacket and untied his tie. He felt a little awkward, because there was an intruder on his territory, although it was his partner. Kirill looked back and saw Doug getting undressed.
- I'll take a shower, - Doug said casually. – You can stay if you want.
- I will, thanks. Just wondering how you gonna take a shower with this hand, – Kirill rubbed his forehead perplexedly. – Can I help you wash? – he was pleased with himself for coming up with this bright idea.
- Well, I suppose, - Doug scratched his head, looking slightly flustered.
- Okay, just a minute, - Kirill looked at Doug's confusion with a contented grin.
He also undressed, not taking his eyes off his partner. He was enjoying the sight of Doug's smooth skin, his strong arms and shoulders, lean and muscular chest, and abs. Kirill parted his lips when he saw Doug's narrow, athletic hips emerge from his trousers. When Doug took off his briefs, Kirill's eyes were riveted on Doug's manhood, which was not erect yet.
Kirill followed his partner into the bathroom and locked the door, while Doug turned on the shower. The bathroom had a bathtub, a sink, and a shower enclosure behind a curtain.
- You need to stretch your arm to the side so that it doesn't get wet, - Kirill instructed.
Doug obeyed him, leaning his other hand against the tiled wall. The streams of pleasantly warm water relaxed his mind and body, filling the room with steam.
- Lower your head a bit for me, please, - Kirill took the shampoo and squeezed a small portion into his palm.
He massaged it into Doug's wet hair, enjoying every moment of touching his partner. He liked that Doug meekly obeyed him. Rubbing Doug's shoulders and chest with a sponge, Kirill felt he was arousing. He looked down and saw Doug getting an erection as well, and the lower he went on him, the harder they both became. The water streams washed the foam off Doug's body. Squatting, Kirill looked up at Doug and met his expectant gaze.
- I'll take care of it, - he wrapped his hand around Doug's penis.
Kirill pictured this moment for himself for several days when he was thinking about his partner. He wanted to touch Doug's cock, study him there and give him pleasure. He wanted to know what it felt like to hold Doug in his mouth.
Since it was the first time he did this, Kirill was thrilled but did not know how to do it best. He took the tip of Doug's penis into his mouth and began to suck on it, running his hand over the shaft. It was smooth and hot, with a couple of veins on it. Kirill's other hand encircled his own cock and moved in sync with the hand on Doug's penis. He closed his eyes to immerse himself in the tactile sensations.
Doug watched Kirill in fascination, and his lips parted slightly. He gently put his left hand on the top of Kirill's head, stroking him lightly. It gave him an emotional pleasure to see Kirill take him in his mouth. Doug felt that Kirill accepted all of him.
Kirill was enchanted both by the feeling of Doug's flesh in his mouth and by touching himself. He tried his best to give Doug pleasure, sucking and licking his partner's hot tip. He attempted to take Doug deeper, but choked a little and grazed Doug's penis with his teeth, causing him to flinch. Giving himself a mental kick for the careless movement, Kirill made himself feel comfortable. He felt that he was going to ejaculate soon and sped up the pumping of his penis, while the movement of his mouth and hand on Doug slowed down. A few moments later, he pulled his mouth away from Doug's cock so as not to bite him accidentally, still stroking him with his hand, and released with a quiet moan.
Doug watched as Kirill came to his senses and opened his eyes. Kirill took a few deep breaths and looked into Doug's eyes, still holding him in his hand. He realised how to do this in order to bring his partner to the culmination. He should kiss Doug's manhood just as he would kiss his lips.
Kirill gently drew the foreskin of Doug's penis backwards, completely revealing the reddened slick tip, and put his other hand on Doug's thigh. Carefully hiding his teeth, he started a tender kiss. He flicked and twirled his tongue, teasing and licking at the sensitive skin. He stroked Doug's shaft with one hand and caressed his partner's thigh in circular motions with the other hand. At this moment, Doug was in his hands, at his mercy, and it felt so good!
Doug was experiencing an exquisite pleasure from the sensation of Kirill's tongue caressing him in his most sensitive spot. He uttered muffled groans from time to time, and his fingers involuntarily curled in Kirill's hair. Kirill licked at Doug's slit and pushed his tongue into it, making Doug close his eyes and plunge into his sensations.
Feeling a throbbing and precum on Doug's penis, Kirill realised that his partner was close to his orgasm. Kirill was very curious to see Doug's penis during the ejaculation. Making a few strokes of his tongue on the slit, he pulled his face away a little to see Doug's tip, and a second later Doug squirted his semen with a couple of jerks.
Kirill watched Doug arch his back, throw his head back and close his eyes, stroking his thigh and smiling with satisfaction. Kirill was curious to feel the taste of Doug and licked at the tip of his now limp cock. Some of the sperm landed on his cheek; he wiped it with his hand and licked at one of the fingers. Doug's semen was still warm and tasted unusual for him, somewhat bittersweet, but definitely not bad. Kirill looked at Doug with a kind smile and stood up.
- Thank you, - Doug cupped Kirill's cheek with his hand, stroking it with the thumb.
Kirill leaned in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Doug's waist and stroking his partner's back. When they parted, Kirill looked at Doug with a playful smile.
- Now it's my turn to take a shower, - he said softly.
Doug left, patting himself with a towel. Kirill smiled dreamily, standing in the clouds of steam under the warm streams of water. He could not believe that he had become so close with Doug. He felt happy.
It did not take him long to wash, and in twenty minutes he joined Doug. The room was dark, and the dim light of street lamps streamed through the windows, drawing fancy sketches on the walls. Doug lay in bed on his back under a duvet, with his eyes open. Although the bed was not wide, there was enough room for a second person.
Kirill cuddled up to Doug and laid his hand on Doug's chest. He had been looking forward to this moment for several days, as his yearning for Doug grew stronger every time he was left alone. He wanted to feel the warmth of Doug's body, to feel Doug inside himself, and to sleep with him again. Being so close to his partner made Kirill arouse once more. He rubbed his erection against Doug's hip, nuzzling and breathing on his cheek.
- You wanna do it? – Doug murmured, turning his face to Kirill.
- Yes, - Kirill ran his tongue over Doug's lips.
- But I can't hold you properly with this hand, - Doug's voice was deep and husky.
- It's okay. I'll do everything myself if you help me, - Kirill purred in Doug's lips.
- I don't have a lube though, - Doug kissed the corner of Kirill's mouth.
- My saliva will do, - Kirill pecked a light kiss on Doug's lips and pulled the duvet off him, revealing his full erection.
Kirill got on all fours and licked Doug's penis to wet it with his saliva, while Doug's fingers stretched his hole. Doug twirled two fingers inside Kirill and added a third one to expand his entrance well enough. Feeling ready, Kirill looked at him over his shoulder. Doug pulled out his fingers, and Kirill straddled him, holding the base of his erection.
Kirill felt excited and nervous at the same time. He wanted Doug so badly but was afraid of impaling himself on his partner's substantial cock. Doug noticed the anxiety on Kirill's face and stroked his arm comfortingly.
- Don't worry, Kirill, we can do it another time, if you want. I'll help you cum, - Doug ran his hand over Kirill's erection. Kirill looked into Doug's eyes, and his lips trembled.
- Doug! – he whimpered and began pulling himself on Doug's cock.
The head of the penis was inside, and Kirill paused, taking his breath. Doug was stroking Kirill's side with his left hand, his right hand resting on Kirill's thigh. At last, Kirill aligned himself, took a deep breath, and eased onto Doug's penis under his own weight. Doug watched Kirill gasp and clutch at his arms, caressing him with his left hand. He was mesmerized, experiencing both sensual and aesthetic pleasure from Kirill's body that was radiant with sexual excitement. Doug was taking in the view of Kirill's slender neck and shoulders, flat chest, and abdomen, and proportionally muscular thighs that were so pleasant to hold his hands on.
- You are beautiful, Kirill, - Doug's eyes were fixed on his partner's face.
Kirill felt a mixture of heat, fullness, pain, and pleasure at the same time. He waited a bit, letting his body adjust, and soon the pain subsided. He began to move his hips up and down at a slow, steady pace, holding Doug's arms for support.
Doug feasted his eyes on Kirill riding his cock. Kirill's pretty face was now distorted by passion: eyes shut, mouth open and gasping, eyebrows knitting piteously, and his reddened cock bouncing in sync with his movement. It flashed through his mind that he did not want anyone but him to see this expression on Kirill's face. Doug bent his legs and began pushing his hips towards Kirill to speed up the pace. He stroked Kirill's erection with his left hand, while Kirill was grasping at his hands and turning into a moaning mess. Doug was taking great pleasure in seeing Kirill moaning and bobbing up and down like a puppet driven by his cock.
Kirill felt like acquiring wings and ascending to heaven. All of a sudden, he was seized by an inexplicable feeling of being on his own up there, as if Doug was at a distance again. He yearned to fly together with Doug, feeling him close by his side. Kirill opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to his partner in a pathetic plea.
- Doug! - he mewled, his eyebrows and lips twitching.
Seeing Kirill like this, Doug felt a twinge of sympathy and compassion. With a smooth movement, he rose to a sitting position and pulled Kirill close in an embrace, caressing his back. Kirill clung to Doug with every fibre of his being, wrapping his arms around Doug's neck and lacing his fingers through Doug's hair. Their lips met in a passionate, ardent kiss.
Doug folded his legs so that he could continue moving his hips. He thrust into Kirill, his face being in the nook of Kirill's neck. He sucked and licked at Kirill's sensitive skin, making him mewl and moan louder. It was so close, so intense that both of them could feel each other's heartbeat.
Kirill was melting like a candle in Doug's arms, and both partners felt that they were approaching their peak of pleasure. Kirill's throbbing penis was pressed between their bodies, already wet with precum. Doug thrust deep and hard, working him into a state of ecstasy. In a few moments, Doug gripped Kirill's buttocks tightly and released into him, arching with a groan. The hot splash inside Kirill made his world flash out and collapse into one point with Doug. He orgasmed with a high-pitched moan, scraping Doug's shoulders with his fingers.
Doug went limp and fell on his back with Kirill on his chest. They panted, and their entwined bodies glistened in the darkness. Doug waited for Kirill to come down to earth from heaven, running his fingers through Kirill's slightly damp hair. Finally, Kirill opened his eyes and raised himself a little above Doug, looking down at him. He leaned in for a soft kiss and then slid off Doug's limp cock to the side.
- Do you have napkins anywhere? – Kirill asked quietly.
Doug held out his hand to a shelf on the wall above the bed to grab a packet of paper tissues and passed it to Kirill. Kirill wiped Doug and himself and then put the crumpled wad of tissues on the floor. He turned to Doug, laying his hand on his partner's chest and smiling contentedly. The day was long and full of events, and soon the partners were fast asleep.
In the morning, Doug got up around nine to get ready for work. He got fully dressed except for his jacket, while Kirill was awake, but still basking in the bed.
- How is your hand doing? – Kirill asked, looking at Doug.
- It's much better, thank you, - he smiled at his partner and went to the bathroom.
Kirill stretched and yawned, and then got up to get dressed. He noticed Doug's jacket lying on the floor and picked it up. A sudden clank on the floor startled him. Kirill saw a small firearm and picked it up. "Lady Joker", – he read the engraving. Doug returned to the room when Kirill was already dressed.
- What's this? You don't have permission to carry firearms off-duty, do you? – Kirill frowned in concern.
- I borrowed it from the grave of my first partner. I'm going to return it there soon, - Doug held his hand palm up.
- Did you leave it there as an offering for her? – Kirill tilted his head a little, looking at the face of his partner. Doug looked away.
Kirill put the weapon on the desk, approached Doug, and hugged him around the waist.
- Do you really think that a girl would like to get a present like this? You are such a dummy, - Kirill nuzzled Doug's neck, breathing in the fresh smell of his aftershave.
Kirill released him, and they looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Doug put the "Lady Joker" in the inside pocket of his jacket, while Kirill popped into the bathroom to pretty himself up. In about ten minutes he was back.
- I'll drive, okay? – Kirill said, putting on his jacket.
- Alright, - Doug smiled.
The working day in Seven-O was peaceful and quiet. Kirill borrowed Travis' catalog of soft toys. He flipped through the pages until he saw a funny blue teddy bear dressed in a playsuit and a red cap. Smiling timidly, he called the phone number from the page.