melting snow [Fyolai]

4

What a persistent guy,  Fyodor thought with annoyance, being even amused at this point. With a long sigh, he fully sat up and stared at his new friend, apparently. “What would you like to talk about, since you’re not letting me rest in peace.”     Nikolai smiled and leaned in closely. Extremely closely, too close for the other’s liking.       Fyodor was about to say something in panic, not knowing what would happen next, when suddenly Nikolai pulls out a small book from behind himself and slides it directly in front of Fyodor’s face. “Crosswords,” he said while smiling. Of course it’s crosswords. What’s a train ride without one of those. Amused, Fyodor replied “Fine, yes, let’s do crosswords. Guess there’s no escape from you, mysterious Nikolai.” The other hopped back to his own bed and settled in front of the grimy table top. They laid out the crossword page in front of them and took turns poking at the hints and boxes together under the glistening moonlight. Such was the beginning of their friendship.

Thirty minutes to about an hour passed by, the two had discussed different things from their lives: hobbies, interests, and brief talks about their families. Anything and everything you’d talk about when forming a bond with a person. “By the way, Fyodor, do you happen to have a spare blanket? This train only provides cotton sheets and no warm enough cover, how cruel!“ said Nikolai, frustrated.     Fyodor wondered how this guy has survived life with his unprepared approach. He sighed and answered. “I do not have a spare blanket, but if you’d like you can use the other end of this one. Is that alright with you?” Nikolai lit up with joy dramatically, thanking Fyodor over and over as if he saved his life somehow. The man once again moved over to the other side of the cabin and settled at Fyodor’s bed’s end.      However, he was not satisfied yet. It was not warm enough for him; maybe fyodor got enough insulation from this worn out blanket, but Nikolai did not hold a thin frame like the other. Unexpectedly to Fyodor, Nikolai scooted over in the tight space between the wall and the man himself. Fyodor’s eyes were wide open in surprise, “what are you doing,” he asked him. “I’m sorry my friend, it seems that I may need the combination of your body heat and the blanket together to warm myself up,” Nikolai says .“So you’re asking me to snuggle up, is that what you’re implying?” Fyodor asks hesitantly, even amused at how bold the other is. “Maybe so, it is a cold night after all.” Fyodor sighs and scoots over, giving more room for Nikolai to lay comfortably. He wraps them both in the blanket without saying anything.     

The two lay silently on a one person width bed. They may have met only an hour and a half ago, yet their souls felt like they’ve known each other for much longer. Nothing else needed to be said about that.       Fyodor’s back faced Nikolai as the two wallowed in the warmth of each other’s presence. Many thoughts raced through the brunettes mind, and he payed no attention to any of them. This was allowed, this was right. This, was fate. Nikolai pressed his forehead onto the back of Fyodor’s head and slowly inhaled the scent of his hair. It was enjoyable, he even subconsciously approved of the shampoo brand the man used. Not the worst, but still expressed the kind of character he has.     The other noticed this act; who wouldn’t, really. He closed his eyes and exhaled a sigh through his nose. His expression was relaxed, pleased even. Fyodor outstretched his left arm behind himself and placed it on the nape of Nikolai’s neck, enveloping it in the soft, white hair. He squeezed on it gently and then gave a few light strokes. A simple gesture of intimate affection. Nikolai smiled into Fyodor’s hair. In the next moment, he was softly reaching out and grabbing the other’s jaw, turning Fyodor to face him. Their eyes locked in the darkness illuminated by the moonlight through the window and whatever hallway light that seeped through the air vent cracks in the door. Fyodor brought Nikolai closer to his own face by the back of his neck. The two of them were so close together that a single word spoken would cause their lips to connect. “..go ahead.”

As soon as the words left Fyodor’s mouth, Nikolai sealed the distance with their lips. The kiss was gentle, soft, tender. Genuine, compassionate, even loving. One wouldn’t believe the two were strangers if they saw them. The night was bright and their faces flushed with impure heat. Fyodor’s fingers tangled their way into Nikolai’s and squeezed hard. What does a priest have to do with a man whom seemed to be sent from above? Everything proper,  he’d say to such a rhetorical question. Nikolai did not back away from him. With every breath, his lips became more and more aggressive atop Fyodor’s own. He bit down mid kiss to get the other’s mouth opened, it worked. Fyodor angled his head in accordance to his partner’s movements, allowing their tongues to intertwine with one another. He felt his chest heating up and his breathing growing harsher from arousal. For a moment, Fyodor felt extremely self aware of how loud it was. Thankfully the clanking of the train against the railroad tracks covered all and any noise that might secretly slip out from the cabin. Oh no, no. This won’t do,  thought Fyodor as he fell further into submission under the enticing kiss. He jerkingly sprung up into a sitting position, forcing Nikolai to move back under the sudden change in behaviour. Fyodor grabbed the lower back end of his hair and  proceeded to yank on it, forcing the angel’s head to tilt backwards. He once again wrapped his arm around the back of Nikolai’s neck and kissed at his lips from above. With every movement, the kiss got sloppier, heavier. Their mouths were practically fully open into each other, teeth scraping and clanking, tongues pushing and swirling.      Nikolai’s hands grabbed at Fyodor’s ribcage at the sides and pushed his chest into his own. Amidst the making out the hands ended up slipping lower and lower, holding Fyodor’s waist, hips, then ass. It was a move of possession, an attempt to regain control.

Fyodor allowed him to do so, but that did not mean he would back down. With another tug at Nikolai’s hair, Fyodor took this opportunity to start kissing the side of his mouth, making his way down to his chin and jawline. Each kiss turned into a bite, a suckling of a hickey, a sexual lick at any untouched area. As he started to kiss and mark his way around his neck, Fyodor started to unbutton the other man’s shirt. Nikolai smirked at the act and laughed from the depths of his chest. He decided to follow along and slid both of his hands up Fyodor’s back under the already loose shirt. Nikolai’s nails were not short and intentionally sharpened into a pointy finish. The slight scraping sensation had Fyodor feeling a shiver on the inside. Every act felt intimate, was intimate.  “Didn’t know a saint like yourself was so knowledgeable in these acts, your venerable honour.”This got a slight chuckle out of Fyodor, and he teasingly bit at the other’s lip. “Be a good boy and follow my lead, didn’t you yourself say you’re a fan of mine, hm?” he finally slid the shirt off of Nikolai’s torso entirely and threw it across the cabin, onto the other  in the door.       

Nikolai suddenly stopped everything and looked at Fyodor in confusion. This puzzled Fyodor and he was about to speak to ask if something was wrong, when suddenly he was picked up and pressed onto the bed underneath him as if he weighed no more than a feather. When he opened his eyes, he saw the other staring at him, amused. Nikolai brought his hand towards Fyodor’s face and gently traced a line from his cheek to his lips using his thumb. “Hm, hm, hmm.”He stopped the movement. “I’d like to think of you as a respectable, honourable man. Your words give light to people’s grim lives, they instil hope in their fragile hearts. I won’t lie, even I myself may have been moved. After all, I’m your devotee,” Nikolai started, his eyes striking with seriousness.“But tonight, tonight I’ll show you the brutality of human reality. My reality, Fyodor.” Before Fyodor even got the chance to respond, Nikolai shoved his thumb into his mouth without warning. He didn’t even process the situation, but when he looked up at the man above him, his eyes were met with a cold gaze that no longer held any amusement or compassion. 
“I’ll show you what you are, Fyodor.                                          And you won’t hide                    from your true nature.”

(⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) Yippee 1505 words. Next chapter won't be so long.
Iam going to write a siglai fanfic.