It's a sin. || Fyolai

Chapter 4

Fyodor listened closely to Nikolai. Nikolai was drunk out of his mind, though still quite upset remembering the instance. "A very complex problem you have.." the priest said before sitting on his bed and praying, Nikolai also sat down beside Fyodor and leaned his head on the raven haired man. "You're comfy.. like a pillow.." Nikolai hummed closing his eyes relaxing and snaking his arms around Fyodor's waist, Fyodor was trying to pray without this small gesture distracting him. Though it was easy dude to him praying every night so the words slipped out, it still counted as pray didn't it? Fyodor decided to indulge in the drunken man's want for a pillow, he pushed Nikolai up to a pillow at the top of the bed, he placed Nikolai's head on the pillow lightly and brushed his hair out of his face. Nikolai's skin was as soft as satin, Fyodor's hands gentility graze down Nikolai's face to his lips and traced the Ukrainians lips. How soft they were, the delicate pale pink of his juicy lips, how enjoyable they looked to kiss. Fyodor then caressed from his lips to his cheek and cupping it, how the dear drunken albino man in front of him was the most beautiful person he's ever laid his eyes on. If every woman in town were put into one girl with every "perfect" detail of them, the girl still wouldn't stand a chance against the stunning jester. Nikolai's gorgeous grey eyelashes and the dark blue scar on his right eye, Fyodor got lost looking at Nikolai. Nikolai reached out for Fyodor and muttered something that snapped Fyodor back to reality, "nice pillow.. warm..." is what Nikolai muttered. Fyodor blushed a bit and didn't realize his arms wrap around the man, holding him close. Fyodor closed his eyes, forgetting everything that had lead up till this relaxing moment. Jesus nor god existed in his mind right now, staring disappointedly at the priest who seemed more like a fool. The raven fell asleep holding the dove close.

Morning arouse, sun drowning Fyodor's bed with a stunning bright blue light. Leafs falling out the tree and flying in the howling winds, cool air and the coming winter. Fyodor slowly yawned stretching and feeling another body on his, it was warm like the sun on a summer day, Fyodor felt his heart beating faster. The man looked more beautiful than the night before, if that were possible, the morning light shining on the jester made Nikolai look ethereal. Fyodor rubbed his eyes slowly moving out of Nikolai's grasp and standing up stretching. He walked to the bathroom grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste, started brushing his teeth then finished soon after.  He then took his iron supplements and started getting ready for the day ahead, it's was Sunday, which meant Sunday school. Fyodor finished getting dressed and walked to the kitchen, the Ukrainian still fast asleep, the time was 7:00 am on the dot. Fyodor somehow woke up each day at the right and exact time he needed, strange? Yes, helpful? Yes as well. The Russian put some beautiful classical music he enjoyed, he then made some Syrniki (traditional Russian fluffy pancakes made by framers cheese) as well as bacon and caviar-topped eggs. Fyodor knew Nikolai would adore the pancakes, and right as he started thinking of the man, Nikolai staggers out of Fyodor's room.

Nikolai yawns throwing his arms in the air stretching with a groan "Good morning, Fedya!~" Nikolai said in his normal cheery tone "Do you have any medicine? I have a really bad hang over.." Nikolai giggled softly but sitting at the dining table watching Fyodor cook. "Indeed I do, but you need to watch the drinking, it's easy to get addicted too." Fyodor warned, Nikolai just shrugged his shoulders. The jester didn't care, his life sucked anyways, he just wanted the freedom he's been searching for his whole life, alcohol help sometimes to calm him and give him his quick flavor of freedom he's forever yearned for.

"Do you like caviar topped eggs, Nikolai?" The priest asked "Yeah, my mother made them for me at times" the jester replied with a soft smile remembering the beautiful sunny mornings when he woke up to breakfast. "What do you have to do today, Fedya?" Nikolai asked watching Fyodor cook, Fyodor looked really good cooking Nikolai thought. Fyodor soon finished making breakfast and placed a plate in front of Nikolai, he then placed the hot freshly made food on the plate, then he placed a plate down for himself and placing a serving for himself to eat. The jester and priest sat there eating their food quietly listening to the Russian classical music Fyodor put on earlier. "It is Sunday, so the church kids have Sunday school and I am the teacher" Fyodor said standing up from his chair and cleaning his plate before putting it away in the wooden cupboard. Nikolai peaked up a bit at the sound of the priests plan of the day for himself, he wanted to join. "Fedya, can I come to Sunday school with you? I can help entertain the kids with my ability and teach them magic tricks!" Fyodor turned on his heels looking at Nikolai and thinking, he may need some help perhaps? He usually doesn't but it would also be nice to have another person around, other than the extra nun whom was a helper. "Sure," Fyodor starts before looking at the clock, it shined 7:38 am, school starts at 9, then ends at 10.