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🎀 - Welcome to the circus - Fyolai

Fluff

-Kissing scene

Fyodor POV:

            It was cold, very cold and yet millions of people were walking the streets of St. Petersburg, Russia. People rushing everywhere and talking. I however was lost in thought; earlier I saw a billboard for an in town circus, and I was going. Circuses weren't my favorite thing to go to, but the thought of a circus remind me of an old friend. An old friend that cared for me very deeply and feelings were mutual. The thoughts soon left my mind as I continued on to the location of the circus grounds.

         Everything was loud on the grounds. Kids running around and people playing carnival games. As I continued to look around, I saw two boys that looked around the ages of seven or eight, one looked much happier and joyful while the other was seated against the circus tent wall and had no expression at all. I found it really sweet when I saw the much happier boy try to get the latter to eat the bread that he found. It reminded me of my own childhood. Almost exactly to the point it was scary the person that they represented in my mind right now, and none other than the person who forced me to come here by spirit. To the circus. After staring for a while I turned around and headed to the big circus tent with red and white stripes. Kinda cliché if you ask me. 

        As I entered the big tent I felt a very familiar presence of someone I know. I made my way to an empty seat away from a bunch of other people not wanting to interact with anyone and stared at the position that was waiting for the ringleader to approach it. I got here surprisingly early. The show starts at 10:00 and yet it was only 9:56. So with the time I had I used to get warm and comfortable thinking of the person who mentally forced me to come here. Stupid Nikolai Gogol.

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         10:00 had stricken the clock, the lights in the tent dimmed and a tall man dressed in white with some black came out. He had a slender body shape and long albino white hair which was tied back into a braid, with the most beautiful and gleaming yellow eye you've ever seen. The other eye was hidden behind a small card placed on the upper left corner of his face. I knew this man. The man that forced me to come here; my childhood friend that I once loved.

      The man had started the show with high ropes, followed by darts and lions doing stupid dances. Around 25 to 30 minutes into the show he called for a volunteer to help him with a magic trick for the magic part of the show. He scanned the audience looking for someone he knew or someone who would interest him. I raise my hand even though I had a low chance of getting picked, but the albino haired man spotted me almost instantly after I had offered my hand for tribute. As I came closer into his own vision his eyes lit up. He looked if so he recognized me, which I hope for that would make two of us.

"Hello! Since you have volunteered, do you mind telling me your name?" The albino man said enthusiastically. I looked at him intensely and answered,

"Fyodor Dostoevsky." As soon as those words left my mouth his eyes shone.

"Ooookay, Dos-kun, we're doing simple magic and........

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During the whole trick, there was one thing taking over my mind. A helpless thought. What had caused it? Simple, the nickname 'Dos-kun'.

"Hey! Helloooo?!"

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than the albino man standing fairly two inches from my face. I felt my cheeks tint pink as I slowly backed away.

"Sorry did I scare you?", he started, "anyways the show has ended and you were still standing here."

"Ah, no but do you mind if I ask a question." I responded

"Nope! Ask away!"

"Why are you treating me like we're friends, I hardly know you.."

"That's because we are friends! Does Feyda not remember me?!" He gasped dramatically, "he doesn't remember his Koyla?!" He whined

Feyda, Koyla, this was my old friend and almost lover, Nikolai Gogol. Not some imposter, not someone who forgot about me, my first friend; my only friend. I smiled at him.

"I missed you Gogol..." I said as he grabbed my hands and pulled me into the back of the tent, to a dressing room.

"Welcome to my dressing room!" he shouted, "I have some drinks in the mini fridge if you want some."

"Any red wine? If you have a bottle of Screaming Eagle, i'd like some of that." I said sitting on the counter behind me.

"Anything for you Dos-kun!" Nikolai said as went to go fetch the bottle.

When he returned with the bottle he popped of the cork and gracefully poured the soothing crimson liquid into the wine glass, and repeated for his own. After filling both glasses, he moved the props and makeup on the counter and sat with me. We toasted and drank. Though the taste was bitter, it felt as sweet at fresh taffy once it hit the back of my throat. I put my glass down as I watched Gogol drown the rest of his portion. I couldn't help but stare, he was beautiful, interesting and never ceased to amaze me although I barley showed it.              

Once he finished his first glass, he refilled his cup and repeated the same, and then again with one last cup. At this point he was obviously a little tipsy. He hopped off the countertop and walked over to me and stood right in front of where I was sitting, spread my legs and stepped right between them.

This was kind of arousing, him standing in between my legs, with his hands on my thighs. We were like two pieces fitting together; finishing the complex puzzle.

"Dos-kun, you know they reason I left you, right?" the sudden noise startled me.

"I do."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to, I loved you so. You were the only one who understood, and I left." he looked at me, he had small tears building up in his eyes.

I don't care how drunk he is. I cupped his face and looked him in the one singular eye that was available. He stared back. He grabbed my waist, I grabbed his shoulders. 

It happened. The kiss we both waited so long for.

We separated for a second, Gogol looked like the happiest man on Earth as he pulled me in for another kiss. Unlike the first one, this one was rough and a little more heated. Breaking apart every few seconds to grab some air before going back in. Nikolai's hand found itslef around my butt as he moved me closer. While his other hand he grabbed my chin and pulled it down forcing my mouth to make a crevice large enough to slip his tounge inside. I didn't like that. If anything I should be the one in control. I tried to fight back but Gogol wasn't letting this end until he wanted it to. Eventually I gave in and let him take control.

"Hey! Congrats on tonight's show, Gogol..?"

We both immediately broke apart to face where the voice came from. A short man with brown hair and crimson eyes stood there, shocked. (No not Sigma >:])

"Sorry Andyo-san!" Nikolai blurted out; hands in the air like he was just caught red handed.

"It's fine, I-I shouded have knocked.. anyways I came to tell you that since we won't be back in Ukraine for a week you should find a place to stay... but looks like you already found one."

"Okey! Night, night Andyo-san!" Nikolai shouted after him as he left, waving frantically.

I turned back and looked at the clown standing in front of me. "Hey Dos, can I spend the week with you?"

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(Word count: 1317)

Sorry it ended badly, wanna know if I should make a part two.

Hope you enjoyed! <3