The cummunist dick-tatorship

Chapter 20: The takeover.

Lenin's POV:
Everyday Krupskaya is getting more and more frustrated with me.
I don't have time for her anymore.
In between planning the revolution and seeing Stalin, I just have no more free time to spare.
We keep arguing about it, but luckily she doesn't suspect anything about me and Stalin, she simply believes I'm being so inconsiderate because I'm a man.
But I just can't lose this relationship, it's the only thing making me appear straight to the public.
It's such a good cover up.
And she'll never know how when we're having sex I close my eyes and imagine it's Stalin instead.
When we kiss, I imagine it's Stalin's lips.
When we cuddle I pretend it's him holding me instead.
But then I open my eyes and I'm hit with reality, it can't be. It can never be.
But at least all of this chaos has been an excuse to get away from her, and spend more time with Stalin.
Currently we are planning our big takeover of the government. We doubt the prov. gov. will fight back. They're too weak.
We basically have this in the bag.
"So we'll meet an hour beforehand, at 7?" Stalin asks, a ridiculous grin plastered on his face.
He's so excited for this bless him.
This is like Christmas for him.
"Yep, sounds brilliant!"
"This is gonna be sick," Stalin chuckles, "they'll never know what's coming."
I'm technically leading this revolution, as I'm in a higher position of power than Stalin, his talent has yet to be discovered.
We've split off into the Bolsheviks and Mensheviks.
I'm the boss man of the Bolsheviks.
Stalin always says he finds it so sexy, to see me take control.
I'm nervous for the takeover, but every time I think of it adrenaline pulses through my veins, it makes me feel more powerful than ever.
And I can't wait to promise the people bread, land and peace.

Stalin's POV;
It's finally the big day folks.
It's the day of the takeover, and I'm filled with nervous energy.
I just need to see Lenin, he always calms me down.
But I'm going to see him later, an hour before our lives change forever.
I'm hoping this will be good for me and Lenin, bring us closer together.
We really need that right now.
Time has moved so slowly today it's killing me. Basically all I've done is sit around in anticipation.
So when 7 pm finally rolls around, I throw on my hottest fit, grab my shit and go.

When I arrive at the palace grounds, I spot Lenin and some others hidden by the gate.
Lenin is stood on top of a crate currently, giving what appears to be a motivational pep talk.
Fuck, he looks so goddamn cute being all assertive and being a true leader.
I approach slowly, careful not to distract him. But I doubt I could anyway, he's clearly entered flow state.
With a red flag in his hand, and the other hand waving about madly while he yells.
God, I love this man with my entire heart.
He finishes up and jumps off the crate, the second he spots me he comes bounding up to me.
"Stalin!! You're finally here!!" He exclaims excitedly.
"Yep. And I'm more ready than ever." I grin at him.
"Ok. Let rock this bitch." He smirks back.

Once everyone else has arrived we go over our plan one last time then we begin to march on the palace.
We eventually break in, and split up to wreak havoc.
Lenin and I have to separate for a little while, so I pull him to the side and double check no one is watching.
Then I pull him in by the collar of his coat, so he's as close to me as possible, and give him a passionate kiss.
"Was that your way of saying good luck?" He teases.
"Yes, as a matter of fact it was." I smirk at him. "Now go kick some prov gov ass."
I wink at him then run in the opposite direction.
I join the others and Lenin goes off to find Alexander Kerensky.

Lenin's POV:
I successfully locate Kerensky.
He must've been alerted of our presence as he looks defeated already.
"Ah, Kerensky," I declare, and he whips his head around to face me. "I assume you know by know why we've crashed your l side of the palace at such an hour. You're a smart guy, you must've figured it out."
"Yes, Lenin. Just get this over with," he mutters.
"This palace is now ours. You are being overthrown. A new Bolshevik government is now to be established. And if you refuse, which I doubt you'd be dumb enough to do, this bad boy will be locked and loaded and ready for you." I point to a gun in one of my comrades' hands to my left.
"I won't fight you Lenin. You win."
And history was made.

Stalin's POV:
Lenin wasn't aware of the fact that I'd snuck away from the group of comrades I was with to hear him confront Kerensky.
But, golly, was I glad I did.
He'd never been more attractive to me.
So nonchalant, so...ruler-like.
That twinkish bottom vibe was gone, and replaced with a hella good dominant act.
He ate Kerensky up.
And Kerensky knew he couldn't fight back against that.
I was soooo gonna be asking Lenin to talk like that in bed more often.

Once Kerensky had surrendered to our men and it was only Lenin left in the room, I burst through the doors and ran straight towards him.
I wrapped him up in a tight embrace, almost lifting him off of the ground.
"Woah Stalin! What the fuck, when did you get here?" He asks.
"I'm sorry, but I had to listen to you humble him."
He throws his head back and chuckles, and all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss the part of his neck thats exposed.
"Fair enough." He admits.
But then something in him changes, it's like he remembers we're technically in public and could get walked in on at any moment.
He pushes me off of him and puts a good few yards between us. He clears his throat.
"We should probably go, find the others," he says quietly.
"Yeah, you're right, we need to establish the next part of our plan."
"Already brainstorming that, Stal." Then Lenin winks at me, and I fear I'm going to faint.
He starts walking towards the door, but when he's about to pass me I grab the sleeve of his coat to hold him  back.
"Hey, we got our revolution." 
I smile at him proudly. And he beams back.