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As a few hours passed and the castings we're pretty much stopped because the jury was sick, Nikolai found himself in a state of confusion, his thoughts swirling around the question of whether he was attracted to Fyodor or not. As he pondered this internal dilemma, he couldn't shake the subtle moments that lingered in his mind – the lingering glances, the shared laughter, the unspoken connection.
Unsure of his own feelings, Nikolai embarked on a journey of self-discovery, grappling with the complexity of emotions that seemed to surface in Fyodor's presence. In this exploration, he questioned the nature of their relationship, wondering if it was mere friendship or if there was something more beneath the surface. The ambiguity of his feelings left Nikolai grappling with uncertainty, hesitant to confront the truth that lay hidden within his own heart.
At the same time, Fyodor found himself in an unexpected moment of vulnerability, seeking solace in prayer after a passionate encounter with Nikolai. The weight of his actions hung heavy on his conscience as he grappled with the clash between desire and his own beliefs. In the quiet solitude of prayer, Fyodor sought guidance, wrestling with the morality of his choices and the potential impact on their relationship.
Each uttered word carried the weight of confession, as Fyodor navigated the delicate balance between his spiritual convictions and the undeniable pull of his emotions.
When hearing nothing but quiet mumbling in his.. Or their bedroom, Nikolai stumbled upon an unexpected sight, catching Fyodor deep in prayer.
The air seemed charged with an unspoken tension as Nikolai observed, a mix of curiosity and concern etched across his face. Witnessing Fyodor in such a vulnerable moment sparked a cascade of questions in Nikolai's mind, leaving him to wonder about the internal struggles and conflicts that led to this silent plea for guidance. The unspoken connection between them seemed to hang in the air, leaving Nikolai grappling with a newfound understanding of Fyodor's complexities.
The mumbling soon stopped, making Nikolai perk slightly. "how long are you going to stare at me still, Kolya?" The Russian then asked, turning towards the Ukrainian.
Nikolai blinked a little awkwardly before looking down, humming. "Apologies. I got worried. I will leave you alone, now. If you need anything, just get me. "
Nikolai then turned, walking away quietly while leaving Fyodor alone in the bedroom.
As the memory lingered in Fyodor's mind, a wave of guilt washed over him, and he questioned the morality of his actions. Despite the undeniable allure of the moment, Fyodor hesitated to admit the pleasure he derived from it, fearing judgment and the perceived sinfulness of his desires.
In the solitude of his thoughts, he wrestled with the internal conflict, torn between the thrill of the forbidden and the reluctance to confront the implications of his own desires.
He had liked it.
The passionate kisses they had shared.
Fyodor had sinned.
And it made him feel good.
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FanfictionFyodor Dostoevsky, a quite popular singer and guitarist gets invited to one of the biggest shows in Japan. "The biggest star.".Fyodor and his Band, the Angelic roses, obviously see it as an opportunity to get more famous and accept the invite. Niko...
