(A/N: It was requested by a few people. They wanted another part to this, and I'm making these parts Aleks' revenge. This is part one. I'm not sure how many parts there are going to be because I don't like making parts too big (ehuehuehuehueh). So enjoy part one of the Revenge, and thanks to everyone for the positive feedback! <3 Domo)
~~ALEKS POV~~
It's been a week. It's been a long, agonizing week. Everything was normal with the other guys. We told them what was up, they were totally cool with it. They act like it isn't even there, and that makes James and I so happy. We'll get the occasional perverted joke or some innuendo from Sly, but that's about it. Everything was normal, but I had to keep secret what was happening in my mind.
I tend to space off when I think of it, imagining all the possibilities, and I usually get caught. The guys are wondering what's on my mind, but I can't tell anyone. It's my little secret, it's my revenge.
The first time James and I had sex, I had sworn an oath to myself in my head. I'll just have revenge later...
The week has passed, and I've been plotting the whole time. Later is today, no more waiting.
I know exactly how everything is going to go down, and that little shit will regret teasing me so hard. I managed to get chloroform without looking suspicious and I purchased Viagra as well, receiving weird looks but with nobody stopping me. After this, I had went to Home Depot for a few feet of strong-holding rope.
God damn, do I look like a fucking sadist. Like Fifty Shades of Grey or some fucked up shit like that...
I had managed to bring these all back to me and James' house without being caught. And here we are today, Sunday morning, and I'm awake hours before I should be, still thinking of everything I can do to James... I had went over this script in my head through and through and I know exactly what I need to say. My lovely boyfriend will do anything I ask, so I tell him I left my jacket at the office and give him a kiss and some coffee before he walks out the door.
I felt him stir beside me and I rolled over to look at him as he woke up. His thick black lashes slowly parted revealing lovely, sleepy brown eyes. James looked up at me and leaned in, pecking me on the cheek.
"Good morning, Aleks~" He said happily. He always seems so happy when he wakes up next to me...
"Good morning," I say back lovingly, admiring how cute he looks and how sexy his morning voice was.
"Do you want breakfast?" I ask him, and judging by the smirk on his face he wanted a little more than just breakfast in bed. Nope. I hopped off the bed, leaving him pouting. Adorable.
"I'll make pancakes, babe. Be back in twenty!" I called to him cheerfully as a scurried down the stairs with a singular pill in my pocket.
I quickly whipped up the batter while I looked up on my phone if Viagra was soluble in anything. Shit... I don't want him to taste it... I cut the little diamond shaped pill in half. I don't want him to be too out of control, either... I ground it up and mixed it thoroughly with the hot coffee. Putting sugar and a bit of cream in, the way Jamie likes it, I took a sip. Nothing. No bitter, medicinal taste. No gritty feeling. Absolutely nothing. Smiling in satisfaction, I climbed the stairs, plate and cup in hand with a bottle of syrup tucked in my arm.
"I'm back Ja-- James?!" I couldn't look away from this scene.
~~JAMES POV~~
I don't even know why I had woken up so horny... I just wanted a little bit of Aleks but he simply denied me and went to make breakfast. Fine, if he's gonna act like that, I'll take care of myself while he tends to my pancakes.
Aleks... This wouldn't be my first time touching myself to the thoughts of him, but I've never done this while we were together. I feel like I'm violating a rule of some sort, but right now I don't care. I have to get rid of this, even if its just a little bit...
But you know it won't be gone unless you have Aleks~
My boyfriend, my sweet, beautiful Russian. All cute with his fluffy brown hair and playful brown eyes and his perfect pale skin. I wanted to touch that skin this morning, but he didn't let me. But it seemed like he knew I wanted it, and that's exactly why he denied me.
I remember that one time we made love, had sex, fucked, whatever you wanna call it. His body was a perfect fit to mine-- his pale skin conforming perfectly with my tanned skin. Our bodies practically melded together, and I never wanted them to separate. And when I was inside him, his noises were touches of heaven to me. I could have been a little less rough, but he didn't seem to complain.
I can't stop thinking about how he sounded when I spanked him... Who knew Aleksandr Marchant could be such a masochist?
I moaned quietly as my thoughts carried on and on, stroking myself at a slow pace. The blankets were thrown off of me, and the waistbands of my pajamas and boxers were tucked underneath my throbbing hard-on. I felt pre begin to fall as I kept fantasizing about my Aleks...
"I'm back Ja-- James!?" The door swung open and I looked up to see a wide eyed Aleks gawking at me as I continued to stroke myself. He seemed to even lose a bit of grip on the pancakes and coffee as his eyes travelled downward. His face seemed to soften as he bit his lip, still looking at me. But something seemed to snap as he snatched his eyes up and looked at my face, looking mad. I immediately stopped, embarrassed, and worried I did something wrong.
"If you wanted me that bad, you could have just said something." He said with a slight bitterness in his tone as I grabbed the syrup and poured it onto the pancakes. The heavily doused plate began to drip, syrup teetering on the edges. Aleks chuckled softly and reached his finger down, swiping it on the precarious syrup and pushing it back on the edge.
He looked up at me as it rolled down his finger. "Let me know if you want any pancakes with your syrup." He stuck his finger in his mouth and pulled out slowly, licking the tip of his finger before pulling it away. Fuck, Aleks. The only thing keeping me from jumping you right now is this plate of syrup and that cup of coffee. I swear, Aleksandr, when I'm done with breakfast, you're gonna pay. I'll make you--
My train of thought was put on halt as he spoke again. I paid attention to his lips as he spoke, getting painfully turned on again.
"Hey, when you're done with breakfast, can you go to the office? I left my jacket there." I looked at him suspiciously, now, asking him why he can't get it himself.
"Please~ Do it for me. I don't feel like it..." He paused for a moment, "If you do it, I'll have a surprise for you when you get home." His eyes darkened and his voice deepened, putting a hidden meaning behind said words. I was instantly up for it, just yearning to know what surprise he would hold for me when I came back. I snorfed down the rest of my pancakes and chugged my coffee, stripping free of my pajamas and putting new clothes on. I snickered silently in my head as I caught Aleks watch me get dressed, his eyes travelling everywhere. His eyes slightly darkened and clouded over with lust and want. I'm not the only one now, Aleks...
~~ALEKS POV~~
Dammit, why does he have to be so sexy? Honestly, I was turned on by just looking at him, and I couldn't wait for him to come home.
Oh James, that little syrup bit I just did for you? That's just a teaser, (mind the pun.) you are in for worse. So much worse...
When he came and kissed me quickly on the lips, I did a secret smile up to him. His eyes ignited as he practically ran out of the door. I didn't notice how horny he was... Maybe I shouldn't have done the Viagra.
He must be thinking of what my surprise for him is going to be.
Poor little sweetheart, my mind spoke deviously as my little cloud began to form, this surprise is far from what you're expecting. But it's called a surprise for a reason, isn't it?
(A/N: Sorry if this seems a little rushed, readers, but I just kinda slapped everything together with the help of Envy, but the next part (and possibly the part after) will probably be much more detailed and well... better! Thanks for reading, and stay tuned! <3 Domo)
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Steam on the Mirror
FanfictionAleks has loved James for a while, and James has loved Aleks as well. But you see, James does a very good job of hiding things. That brings up the question... How long until James can no longer hide?
