[C][M] Free Reign

[The characters as speaking in Russian, though no translations will be used]

Alyosha padded through the house with a soft hum, holding a bottle of vodka in his hand.

His mother had left to go see his uncle for the week and he was alone with free reign of the house and everything in it; that included the alcohol.

He flung himself down onto the couch in the front room, tipping the bottle and taking a big burning gulp.

Loud music blared as the teen's feet kicked up onto the coffee table.

The man growled to himself as he trudged down the street, his bike had broken down so he had left the rust bucket by the side of the road and kept moving by foot, he didn't care if it got stolen at this point.

"Fucking bullshit weather."

He cursed as he threw open the door and tossed off his coat, shaking the snow from his hair and kicking off his boots, leaving them in a damp pile by the front door.

His lips curled up as he looked over at his partner in crime sprawled out on the couch.

"Started the party without me? Asshole."

He muttered, snatching the bottle and taking a large gulp as he dropped his wet ass onto Alyosha's stomach.

The man looked up over the edge of the couch when the door was thrown open.

He rolled his eyes, taking another gulp of vodka as he watched the man dump his wet clothes on the floor. He better clean that up soon. Alyosha wasn't cleaning that up himself.

"The party's over now you're here to bring it down," he snorted.

He grabbed the neck of the bottle and gave Maks a firm shove, pushing him off his stomach and saving the alcohol.

Maks hissed as he fell onto the floor, glaring up at Lyo before quickly jabbing the man in the balls.

"Whatever."

He murmured as he pulled a packet of smokes out of his pocket and lit one, bringing it to his lips with a purr.

As per usual his lip was busted, whether it was from Lyo or someone else, he didn't remember, he didn't keep track of these things anymore.

"Fucking cold outside."

He added, leaning his head back on the couch as he blew smoke into the air.

"Ah, fuck," he grunted as he was jabbed in the balls, foot colliding with the back of Maks' head in return.

"Watch it or you won't be seeing these again."

The threat to not give the man sex was void, but he could still use it as a threat.

"It's winter, what do you expect?"

The man leaned over to swipe the other teen's cigarette, taking a deep drag and blowing the smoke in his boyfriend's face.

"Get fucked up much today?"

"As if you could resist my ass for even a day."

He replied with a smirk, he would like to see Lyo try to deny him sex, the two of the were constantly joined at the waist.

Maks blew the smoke from his face and lit himself another.
"Mhmm."
He muttered around the cigarette, shuffling back and lifting up his shirt to reveal a dark purple bruise diagonally across his back.

"Fucker hit me with a pipe."
He muttered with a chuckle.

"Who would want your lily fucking ass?" he snorted.

The man laughed when Maks leaned over and lifted up his shirt.

"Fucker got you good, huh?" He reached forwards to jab the deep purple bruise harshly.

"You better have fucked him up worse."

He continued to jab the bruise harshly as he took another swig from the bottle.

Maks hissed and hit Lyo back, driving his elbow into the man's stomach.

"Asshole."

He muttered turned around and glaring at him pulling his shirt back down, last thing he needed was Lyo jabbing at him.

"Yeah I got him good."

Maks replied, lifting up the front of his shirt, his gun was still tucked into the front of his pants.

"Fucker wont be hitting me again."

"Best asshole you have the pleasure of knowing, Maksim Gelcov."

Lyo sighed when the teen showed off his gun. "You know the rules, Maks. No guns on your person in the house. Got dump it in the pile."

He'd made it clear that Maks wasn't supposed to have a gun on him in the house. His mother went apeshit when he had one and Alyosha himself didn't like the idea of carrying one around the house.

"You can dump the rest of your clothes while you're at it, too."

Maks snorted and wrinkled his nose, he hated it when people used his full name, he didn't like the sound of it.

With a grunt he pushed himself to his feet and padded toward the door, dumping his gun onto the pile before pushing off his shirt and pants.

He had argued with Lyo on this subject enough times to just let the man have his way and leave the gun at the door.

"You know, we could be like this all the time if you came to live with me."

He replied with a smirk, padding over before laying on top of Lyo, purring as their bare skin pressed together.

"I'd also lave to deal with your 2AM farts and all the whores you bring him, too."

Maks had been suggesting they move in together since he'd gotten his own apartment the year before.

Alyosha honestly believed that he would murder the boy if they lived together full time. He could deal with him when they were only together for a certain amount of time. All day every day? He'd pull his hair out.

His arms wrapped around Maks when he pressed against him, lips searching out the the younger teen's.

"You would enjoy the whores as much as I do."
He replied with a grin as he looked down at Lyo, his messy black hair framing his face.

"We could lay around naked all day, drink and fuck as much as we pleased without your Mum going ape shit."

Personally he thought it would be awesome, he didn't mind putting up with himself, he had been doing it from the moment he was born.

He leaned down, kissing him deeply, his tongue swiping at Lyo lips before pressing into his mouth.

Lyo didn't comment on that. It was the truth.

He'd enjoy having women around to pleasure him whenever he wanted to immensely.

But the idea of spending so much time with Maks, as much as he loved him, would drive anyone up the wall.

"If we drank and fucked as much as we wanted, neither of us would walk straight." They'd be too drunk and sore to walk straight. It would be a nice way to live, but it'd cause problems.

Alyosha's lips parted at the touch of Maks' tongue, returning the kiss eagerly.

"Walking straight is overrated."

He murmured back with a smirk, it probably wouldn't be a long life but it would be a good one, drinking and fuck, smoking and laying around, not having to worry about anything else.

Maks' hands stroked through Lyo's hair, gripping onto it firmly as he kissed him more deeply.

This always was his favourite part of the day, finishing a day at work then messing around with Lyo.

Lyo rolled his eyes.

"It's a necessity, shit-for-brains." Maks, especially, needed to be able to walk straight. He'd be fucked if he had to run but couldnt because he was too sore.

The man purred softly as his hair was gripped firmly.

He loved the feeling of Maks' fingers in his hair.

His hand pressed firmly against the bruise on his back.

"That's your opinion."

He replied with a little grin, he doubt he could bring himself to leave the apartment if Lyo lived with him.

Though he wouldn't give up his job, he loved it, even if Lyo disagreed with him about it. Maks wasn't good for much else, but he could kill a man without thinking about it, he was good and sneaking around and taking a blow, it made him an asset, plus he was fast on his feet, very fast, it was the only reason he had never been caught.

Maks hissed loudly as his bruise was pushed against, pressing his body down against the man.

"Ass."

Lyo rolled his eyes again. "My opinion's the right one."

He knew that the two probably wouldnt be leaving the apartment for a long time if they moved in with each other. They'd live in bed. Or bent over the couch. Or in the shower.

Neither of them would get much done.

Lyo laughed as Maks hissed and pressed against him.

"You love my ass."

"Not as much as you love mine."

He replied with a soft chuckle, leaning down and catching Lyo's lip piercing between his teeth and yanking on it before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it.

"Where haven't we fucked in this house? We should do it."

It was his personal goal to sully every surface of this house and his apartment.

"That's true," he purred softly, hands sliding down to grip Maks' firm ass roughly.

He gave a soft moan when a piercing was tugged and sucked on. Maks knew he loved his piercings being played with. Little shit was trying to get him worked up.

"Because my mother would kill us if we made a mess."

Lyo gave a soft snort.

"You going to explain the cum-stain that we'll probably leave on the couch to her and see how she reacts?"

"She hates me anyway, not like I have to worry about falling out of her favor."

He replied with a little shrug, groaning softly as his ass was gripped firmly, his back arching to press his backside up into Lyo's grip.

His tongue swiped over the boy's lip softly, the ball in his tongue rubbing against his flesh before he nipped Lyo's lip sharply, splitting it beneath his teeth.

"I have to worry about it."

His mother would murder him if he got her couch dirty in any sense. He'd be worse than dead if he stained in permanently.

"I'm not fucking you in here," he murmured as Maks' rubbed his piercing over his lip and pressed up into his hands.

He groaned softly as his lip was split open.

"Fucker. We're not fucking on the couch."

Maks arched his back until he was leaning over Lyo, his backside pressed against the man's crotch as he continued to kiss and suck as his lips.

His hips ground down against him, rubbing his ass against the boy's member roughly, he wanted Lyo to fuck him right here, right now, his mum could go fuck herself for all he cared.

He tugged as Lyo's piercing sharply, yanking on it as he pressed his ass against him hard, sliding his length between his cheek and just rubbing him slow but roughly.

"You are a total asshole," he grumbled against the younger boy's lips.

Maks was so determined to get him killed.

His eyes slid shut as he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of Mak's rubbing against his slowly hardening arousal.

"I'm not fucking you in this house."

He was firm about this. There was no way he was going to risk getting killed by his mother. Not a chance in Hell.

"Fine then. Lets go fuck out in the snow, will your mum bitch if we cum all over her snow?"

He asked, his movements getting more rough. He wanted to have sex right now.

Lyo infuriated him sometimes, the boy was so hell bent on playing by the rules, he didn't take chances or do things in the heat of the moment

"No, but I might."

He was likely to bitch up a storm if they went out into the snow to fuck. It was seriously cold outside in the dead of Russian winter.

"Wont be able to fuck again if you get frostbite and your dick falls off."

They wouldn't be able to have much fun if they lost their assets.