The cummunist dick-tatorship

Chapter 18: The abDICKation of the Tsar

SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG GUYS!!! I've literally moved out so been kinda busy.
Oh and also I'm doing a degree.
But we are so back so...
ENJOY!!

Lenin's POV:
It was Monday morning when I first received news.
I didnt believe it at first. There was no way!!
The tsar...ABDICATING?!?!
I could...JUMP FOR JOY!!!
My first thought was that I must inform Stalin.
I had been in my office when I had been told, so I legged it all the way down to Stalin's.
I ran at such a speed that I bumped into a few people on the way, even fell to the ground at one point, but I didn't care.
I need to tell Stalin.
That was the only thought running through my head.
I burst through his office door.
"Jesus what-"
"HE'S GONE!! STALIN HE. IS. GONE." I scream at the top of my lungs, unable to contain my joy any longer.
"Who? Len slow down, i have no clue what you're talking about," Stalin is completely baffled as he grabs my shoulders in an attempt to stop me from jumping up and down.
I let out a couple more squeals before I finally tell him who I'm talking about.
"THE TSAR. DICKOLAS!! HE'S ABDICATED!"
Stalin's eyes go as wide as saucers.
"No fucking way..." I've never seen him in such a state of disbelief before.
His grip on me loosens and his hands drop to his sides.
"You're taking the piss aren't you? Lenin...say sike right now."
"I'm being so dead ass right now."
"Fuck me." Stalin exhales. He takes a step back and runs his hand through his hair.
He is in disbelief, just like me.
But then the corners of his mouth pull up, and then the next thing I know his mouth has broken into a huge grin.
And naturally mine does the same.
Then he comes towards me and suddenly picks me up. I'm spun around a few times before he places me back on the ground and snogs my face off.
"This is brilliant isn't it!"
"Isn't it just? Stalin...this is our chance!"
He looks at me with nothing but excitement and adoration.
"We've got this in the bag pretty boy."
Then he winks.
And I fold.
I lean in for another kiss, and it heats up quickly.
Next thing I know he's picking me up and placing me on the desk.
He's standing in between my parted legs, his hands roaming all over my body.
If anything's going to get us going, it's the downfall of a tsar.
His hands find the buckle of my belt, and then the world melts away.

Stalin POV:
The days after the Tsar's abdication was a whirlwind.
A chaos-filled week of signing documents, organising possible overthrows, and trying to work with the provisional government.
Ugh. Don't get me started on those assholes.
We're supposed to be doing this thing called "power-sharing", but I think it's a load of bollocks.
We should have all of the power. We are who the people want. We are the real leaders.
The prov. gov. is soooo annoying as hell as well.
They don't agree with any of our views. We want them gone.
After me and Lenin had the most MINDBLOWING post-abdication bang (or should I say abDICKation 😝) we began to brainstorm our next move.
Of course the power share with the provisional government threw us off, but we know what needs to happen next.
A revolution.
And it's on the horizon, I feel it.