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FILL: Vladimir/Anatoly, Incest

(Anonymous) 2015-04-29 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope you like it! It's not full on smut, but it's something~

(Volodya is a nickname for Vladimir, Anatoly actually says it in episode 4 and it’s really cute and gaah <3)
When Vladimir stares at Wesley like he spoke a different language, he has to remind himself that not all things were so simply to others. Where else can Anatoly be? Was there someone else he may be with after a victory? Vladimir could have laughed at the thought.
They supposed some of their men suspected; if they did, then their loyalty was stronger than any sort of belief they held. They knew better than to question what happened behind closed doors. They also knew never to call on their bosses at home.
With adrenaline still high and blood on their faces, Anatoly and Vladimir nearly stumble over each other to get back into their shared apartment, shoving and grinning at each other, vicious and carnal. New territory was won that night, the Poles kicked off the prime land they now call theirs. They do not stop for drinks, and after that first hour with their men, they were gone.
Vladimir tosses his jacket to the side and Anatoly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes raking over Vladimir with blood pulsing hot in his veins. Vladimir glances at Anatoly, and pretends not to notice his hungry stare—which may have worked if he wasn’t grinning like a madman before he turns away and heads towards their bedroom. Anatoly tosses his shirt in the general direction of the hallway and follows Vladimir, catching up to him before he makes it to the room and grabs him by his shoulders.
Anatoly spins his brother around and pins him against the door with a slam, kissing him savagely with teeth catching on his swelling lips. Vladimir sucks in a harsh breath through his nose and feels heat surge in a straight, molten line to his groin, grasps Anatoly by his skull and drags him closer for a deeper kiss. He opens his mouth wider and moans when Anatoly pushes his tongue inside, licking over the roof of his mouth before sucking hard on his bottom lip. Anatoly grips Vladimir’s shirt and yanks hard, popping the buttons out as he bares his chest and rakes his nails down his flushed skin.
A sharp expletive hisses from between Vladimir’s teeth and has to pull away from his mouth to catch his breath. The exquisite pain blossoming over his skin only heightens when Anatoly rakes his nails over his nipples and the action tears a strangled moan from his lips. His body already thrums with want for contact and heat and some fucking friction, so he grabs Anatoly by his belt and forces him forward, pushing his knee between his brother’s legs so he can rock their hips together. His own nails drag up Anatoly’s back, digging into his skin, already beading with sweat from his lust the earlier adrenaline of the fight as he hauls Anatoly back in for another kiss, his other hand still tight on his belt so he can’t move away.
Anatoly grinds his hips against Vladimir the moment he pulls him in, hard enough to feel the pulsing heat of his hard cock fucking up against his own. Vladimir abandons his belt and his back to tangle his hands in Anatoly’s hair. He yanks back, tearing a surprised, pained grunt from his brother’s throat. Anatoly’s eyes open with a glare that Vladimir meets with a grin. He pushes him back and twists them both around, shoving Anatoly against the door and this time, there is no space between their bodies, chest to chest and groin to groin with Vladimir’s thigh slotted between Anatoly’s so he can pulse his hips against his brother’s in a rough unrelenting grind.
Anatoly’s nails scratch at the door, his hips surging up to meet his rolling hips and his eyes lock on Vladimir’s, watching him while his brow creases up, pleasure and want building up on his face like a crescendo in music.
Vladimir lets go of Anatoly’s hair and wraps his hand around his neck instead, pushing back to bare his throat to him. He presses his thumb into the thundering pulse of his vein, and latches his mouth over his heated skin, sucking a deep mark onto the side with his teeth and tongue.
“Volodya,” Anatoly breathes out, strained and shaky with his name, like a plea on his brother’s tongue if Vladimir didn’t know any better. Anatoly fumbles up to grip the front of his ruined shirt, tugs it down and Vladimir removes his hands long enough to shake the cloth off of his arms. As soon as it’s gone Anatoly leans and bites at Vladimir’s jaw, weaving his fingers through his hair and kissing down his neck. Vladimir lets his head fall back for his brother’s mouth, blindly tracing his hands down the muscles along his stomach until he reaches his belt. When he starts to unclasp the leather from the buckle Anatoly pulls away and laughs.
“I wondered if you were planning on rutting like a dog forever,” Anatoly say, almost a croon that makes Vladimir glare at him and squeeze his hand over the bulge in his trousers.
Anatoly moans, his smirk twisting up into a cattish grin and Vladimir can see fire in his brother’s eyes, that grin tilting his lips that never fails to make Vladimir’s cock ache. He opens the door behind Anatoly mostly for the satisfaction of seeing him stumble, and shoves him inside. He kicks the door shut behind them, and they forget about the rest of the world until morning.
Of course Vladimir fixes Wesley with a stare that borders on idiotic. There is nowhere else, no one else. And Vladimir can feel that twisting in his gut, knows something is horribly wrong log before they find his brother. He knew it as soon as he spent the night alone.

Re: FILL: Vladimir/Anatoly, Incest

(Anonymous) 2015-04-29 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here. It's fucking gorgeous is what it is! Thank you so much! I loved the cute little detail of Anatoly using the nickname for Vladimir and their banter with each other <3

Re: FILL: Vladimir/Anatoly, Incest

(Anonymous) 2015-04-29 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm so glad you liked it!

Re: FILL: Vladimir/Anatoly, Incest

(Anonymous) 2015-08-21 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
XD
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