Mine (all mine) | Sergei x Dmitri | Kraven the Hunter

He's still wearing the remnants of his suit as he comes to. The room appears to be some kind of office. There's no trace of hired muscle. None of the usual cockiness Sergei is used to seeing from his targets; no open ledgers or easily found paper trails left out for the world to see. No obvious weapons. He can see two doors, but no windows. There's not even a trace of a clock. Whatever they slipped him is messing with his internal clock, leaving him feeling weak and woozy. He has no clue what time of day it could possibly be.

He strains against his restraints again, frustration bubbling. How could he have been so stupid? Just because he was visiting Dmitri, didn't mean he could let his guard down. If anything, he should be more alert, should be more protective of-

"Dima?"

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When a night of celebrating with birthday boy Dmitri results in Sergei waking up restrained, weak, in unfamiliar surroundings, he's convinced that someone is trying to take down Kraven. Smut ensues.