Tough love

[Jokas_Wild]

It was the scent of her perfume, Poison by Dior, that tipped Alex off to Elena's presence leaning against his bedroom door frame. His back remained to her though, walking around his bedroom in just a pair of black boxer briefs and illuminating the pillar candles scattered about. There was something simple and primitive about the flicker of candlelight that Alex appreciated, probably the way the light cast the shadows of entwined lovers. The soft illumination highlighted the portait of Saint Basil splashed across his back and the muscle it covered, Alex was incredibly proud of the body he had worked countless hours on. With the last pillar in the far corner lit, Alex finally turned his full attention towards the vision at his door. There was just something about candle light that made everything seem that more sensual and visceral in the flames.

"I promise I won't bite." A soft chuckle at his own words. "Ravage you, spank you, pull your hair, push your limits I wll do. Bite...well I'll probably do that too actually." His words were meant to reassure her but Alex wasn't sure how successful it was, Elena seemed to constantly waiver between wanting to trust him and wanting to run for the hills. That thought was quickly pushed aside though, this was about sex and not the greater moral implications that such a union held for the universe.

Alex reached out and gently took ahold of Elena's hands, pulling her from the door frame into his grasp. His lips gently brushed across hers, more of a whisper then a full on kiss, before they traveled up to her ear and his voice a soft husky tone. "I promise you'll enjoy this." A nibble of her earlobe was the punctuation on that sentence and Alex felt her breath catch momentarily. "Just breathe." It was the last words spoken before Alex's lust took over control and decided to dictate the pace of their evening together.

The following kiss could only be described as a volcano, explosive and violent and not giving a damn about civilized society. It was a moment of pure need, a moment where it was only Alex and Elena in the world in this kiss at that very second. His strong hands slid down and cupped her wonderfully pert little ass, squeezeing the soft flesh and loving the feel of it. Elena felt like heaven to Alex and he was intent on enjoying all of it's pleasures.

The next few minutes were a blur of hands and lips, fleeting touches and tormented need as Alex continued to move from slow simmer to boil. It was in these moments that inspiration hit Alex like a bolt of lightening and he stopped his passionate assault, a grin playing on his lips. "You know, I've never fucked in my bathroom there and the sink would seem to be a perfect height. That and I'm a narcissist who loves to watch himself fuck. I'd love to watch us Elena, your stunning beyond words and I want to remember every second of it pet."

Alex was the type that once an idea got in his head, it was insanely hard to shake it free or disuade him from following said course of action. It was that single minded drive that found him wandering away from Elena towards his bathroom, the thoughts of what was to come next playing vibrantly in his mind. This time it was Alex who leaned in the door frame, grinning and crooking a finger towards Elena who stood with a bemused look on her face a few feet away.

"It'll be fun. I promise"

That's what their whole relationship was, a series of hopes and promises to the other. Alex's promise to rescue her from the streets and protect her family from any potential harm. The implied promise that this romp was more then just sex, that it was the start of something greater. The promise of something normal that Elena represented to Alex, a promise of fleeting happiness and perhaps even love. But then again, life did not exactly always lend itself to allowing people to keep their promises no matter how much they desired too. This whole relationship was built on foundation of promises that could come crumbling down at any moment. It would be an explosion of shit that would damage if not outright destroy them both but somehow the risk seemed worth it. Maybe for once life would allow Alex to keep a promise and in turn grant him peace.

Promises, promises, promises......

 

[Sweet_Denna]

Candles. Enamoured, she stared into the flickering lights that bathed the whole room in a fairytale-like glow. “Beautiful”, she whispered, in her own language, without even realizing that she had spoken. Funny. She had fucked in the strangest, sometimes in the most impossible places, but she had never fucked in candlelight before. The few times that the electricity had gone out because Zaky had forgotten to pay his bills did not count, really; this was different. In her mind, it was almost as if the words “fuck” and “candlelight” rejected each other like oil and water, it was something she only knew from cheesy romance movies, something that people did who called each other “darling” and “honey” without the sarcastic undertone. It was surely something that Cherylenko had done with Petra, before she had tried to skewer his insides.

The shadows that the countless little flames tossed across his body almost made St.Basil’s Cathedral come to life, it was as if the onion towers danced on his back, swaying from side to side in unison with the sound of the guitar music. He moved about the room with fluid grace and the confidence of a man who knew he would always get what he wanted, who artistically set the scene for the moment that he would be able to indulge in his victory. Elena knew that she was just an appetizer on his way there, but he clearly took taste in smaller, more delicate pleasures before unleashing on the big feast. A beautiful man with an appreciation for beautiful things.

However, she could not help but searchingly look around for the aforementioned handcuffs or tools that would help slake his other appetite, his sweet tooth for violence: but there were no bounds, no straps, no whips; nothing. With a shiver, she wondered if he kept an ice pick under his bed, like in that movie she had seen; or a gun under his pillow, as all good mafia bosses would. Elena could still not believe that his offer was genuine, that he had not sniffed out her treachery the moment she had set foot in his place for a second time.

When he finally turned around to her, she felt her knees go weak. Yes, a beautiful man. The depiction of the cross drawn across his chest looked mesmerizing; the two stars on both sides his shoulders reminded her of who – and what – he really was. There was something romantic about fucking a thief. Elena tried a smile; it still felt unsure on her lips. He sensed her fear, and both relished and soothed it; his words were a consolation, an offer, and a playful threat. Yes, Alexander Cherylenko was clearly a man who would bite. There was the small chance of turning around; he would not hold it against her, not immediately anyway. Run, little rabbit, and hide.

But when he plucked her from the door to pull her closer, she did not resist, she could not; no amount of fearful resolution would have given her the strength to turn him down now. Maybe it was that tiny piece inside her that had not yet been corrupted by what she had experienced in her young life that prevailed, the little girl Elena that still wanted to believe in salvation, in safety, in fulfilled promises. Maybe it was simply raw lust that made her allow him to draw her to his chest.

For a few moments, Elena simply enjoyed the feel of his body so close to hers. She felt his heartbeat under her fingertips, before her slender hands snaked around his waist to caress his back, his spine, his neck. His lips brushed against hers, sending jolts of electricity over her skin. The whore Elena, who was so used to sex, felt like her whole body melted in his hands, blissfully letting him take over control. It was almost a relief that for once, she was the one who was being seduced. Working, she had to be alert, fulfilling, skilfully attentive to every whim and need of her customer. But now...

A whimper escaped her throat when his teeth caught her earlobe, and a rush of arousal ran through every nerve ending. She could feel the damp silk cling to her crotch, and unconsciously, she grinded into him, the need starting to become more urgent. Against her fears, against all common sense, against her own better knowledge, she wanted him to fuck her.

"I promise you'll enjoy this. Just breathe." Suddenly, this simple task seemed insurmountable. Yes, she would enjoy this, if he did not kill her before. Fuck yes...

It is not true that whores never kiss their clients on the mouth; at least in Elena’s case, she had never really minded doing so. But this, this was beyond most things she had called “a kiss” before. Her lips parted, were forced open by the greed of his desire, and all she could do was let him take from her whatever he wanted. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck, his hair, not softly, no, there was little strength left for tenderness. Feeling his hands cup her ass, she moaned against his lips, and pressed herself against him almost desperately. Had he not held her then, she would have probably fallen to her knees. Cherylenko knew what he was doing.

Clay in his hands, all she could do was kiss him back. Her small round breasts pressed against his chest, the lace of her bra heightened the faint friction, the contact that every fibre of her body now craved hungrily. Her battered ribs, her ankle dully protested; in vain. The only sensation that her brain now registered and processed was the lust for him, the need for him to fuck her.

When he finally broke this kiss, this...sensual explosion, Elena panted in his arms, her dark eyes shining in the light of the many candles. She was confused by the seemingly sudden change of his mood, and his boastful explanation made her giggle. What the hell? It looked like he was quite intoxicated, too. Elena had no patience for this kind of arrogance, and for a fleeting second, she felt a sting of disappointment. Lost in thought briefly, her hand travelled down his spine, unsure of how to react to such a proposition. Had he noticed her reluctance after he mentioned handcuffs after all? Was this a boyish manoeuvre to make her feel at ease, and equal? Maybe?

There was something boy-like about him, something carefree as he kept insisting to move the whole act to the bathroom counter. Elena stood in the middle of his candle-lit bedroom, her skin still burning with need. "It'll be fun. I promise." The Chechen girl smirked at this; and could not help but smile at his crooked finger. If all of this was an act, he was good at it; he had never seemed as innocent and cheerful as he did now.

Well, screw this, Elena thought. Screw this. What difference did it make? She had overstepped her bounds too long ago to back off now. They had moved beyond the point of courage or fear, this was about desire, sex, and her survival. She walked towards him, and when she was close enough to reach out to him, she pulled him close by his hand and whispered in his ear: “Fine. Fuck me anywhere you want. Fuck me any way you want. Just bloody fuck me, Alex.”

 

[Jokas_Wild]

“Fine. Fuck me anywhere you want. Fuck me any way you want. Just bloody fuck me, Alex.”

It was simple. It was direct. It was possibly the greatest erotic collection of words Alex had ever heard uttered. Even his pleasent buzz couldn't dull the impact of her statement and it made Alex crave her even more in that moment. His voice was low and husky, thick with lust as he dipped his head to claim her lips once again.

"With the utmost pleasure Elena."

Her name never quite fully became a formed word as it was instead swallowed by a kiss, his lips betraying how badly he needed her. His tounge greedily pushed past her lips, probing her mouth, wrestling with her own tounge. There was nothing subtle about Alex's sexual habits, even his foreplay ran towards the aggressive side of the spectrum. The kiss ended with a gentle nip of her lower lip, a favorite move of his, as his arms encircled her small waist and kept her tight against his frame. Heat radiated through the smalls bits of fabric covering their bodies, the feel of her lacy lingere a wonderful tickle against his skin. It felt good, she felt good, fuck everything felt good right then!

"You taste heavenly.." The words were a mumble against delicate flesh as his lips traced a lazy path down the side of her neck, starting high at her earlobe and slowly moving to her collar bone. The kisses were interspersed with gentle nibbles and teasing licks while he unconciously pressed himself against her, rock hard in the confines of his boxer briefs. Even with his cock screaming at him to hurry up and fuck her, Alex ignored the insistent voice and instead kept a slow and steady pace. This was as much about control as it was about pleasure, Alex was on a mission to distinguish himself as more then just some arrogant prick. Alex wanted to be a point of reference for the rest of Elena's life, the man who showed the whore a trick or three. Plus his ego really was that huge.

"You know..." A kiss to the top of her left breast as his hands remained on her ass, keeping her tight against him. The feel of her silken stockings against Alex's legs were a strong distraction and he scolded himself to remain focused. "I need to do something to claim you as my own. It's a personal tradition of mine." A kiss to her the top of her right breast this time, in no real hurry to undress her, Alex rather enjoyed the squirming caused by anticipation. "I know the perfect spot to do it."

His right hand rather reluctantly left it's resting spot on her ass and gently cupped her chin, tilting it upwards and exposing her whole throat to him. Once raised, a single finger traced a little line down the side of her neck, across her windpipe and made a little circle around the hollow of her throat.

"Right here. This is now my spot Elena. I claim this delicate peice of flesh as my own forever more." A soft kiss completed the sentence, marking his territory and elliciting a soft sigh from her. Alex smiled against her skin as he took that as a sign of approval, apparently she had accepted his declaration of ownership. It was good to be Alexander Cherylenko in that moment.

With an arm around her waist, Alex pulled Elena the last foot or so into his bathroom and a wicked cheshire grin spread across his face. "This is where it gets fun. You have no idea what your in for." Alex wasted no time at this point, removing the lacy bra to expose her marvelous breasts and slipping silken panties down her stocking clad legs, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. "God damn you look good....."

Alex deftly lifted her and deposited her just on the edge of the sink, sliding inbetween her legs once again to reclaim her in another kiss. With her backside being reflected in the mirror, Alex had a wonderful 360* view of Elena. This worked even better then it had in his head and the candles from the bedroom provided just the perfect amount of illumination, it was almost as if life wanted Alex to have a fantasy night of passion. Elena was naked and beautiful, ever so vulnerable in this moment and that's exactly how Alex wanted her.

"Close your eyes and hold your arms out in front of yourself, wrists together. Now!" His voice soft but the tone demanding, this was the less then gentle part Alex mentioned earlier. Alex silently padded out of the bathroom and returned moments later, pleased to find Elena complient with his request.

"Good girl." The sentence was punctuated by the feel of cold steel suddenly touching her wrists and that distinctive clicking sound as the cuffs cinched down. Snug but not too tight, the idea being to limit her movement; not turn her into an amputee. Her eyes instantly shot upon the feel of the metal but it was much too late to stop Alex, practice had made him extremely efficient about applying these bad boys quick. The look was one of surprise and Alex swore just a smidge of fear though that did nothing but turn him on even more. Fear was good, fear was healthy, fear made him feel like a fucking god!

"Put your arms over my head and rest them on my shoulders so your bound to me. It keeps you close and helpless, just the way I like my women. Now close your eyes and just concentrate on the sensations Elena or I'll have to get you a blindfold if you can't comply. I'm here to fuck you darlin, not kill you. Just turn off all those pesky worries and let me show you why women whisper my name in reverence...."

 

[Sweet_Denna]

As they stood in the doorway, the candlelight flickering over both of their bodies, she smiled. He had been right; she did enjoy this. A lot. As he kissed, licked, nibbled his way down the side of her neck, she moaned, her fingers roughly entangled in his hair. Shiver after shiver shot down her spine making her head spin with arousal. While part of her wanted him to just throw her on the floor and take her, she loved his game of keeping control; it drove her mad with anticipation of what was to come. Would he have touched her pussy at that moment, she would have cum right there and then – but again, he did not.

Teasing her, caressing her, enjoying this conquest; he took his time.

"I need to do something to claim you as my own. It's a personal tradition of mine." Elena looked up at him, her gaze clouded with lust. His words sent her mind into another frenzy of arousal. Claim you. As my own. She silently nodded, at this point almost indifferent to what he would do, if it meant that in the end his cock would end up in her cunt. She sighed as his lips softly marked her right breast, and when he tilted her chin up to expose her neck.

This symbolic act of submission and her exposed vulnerability did not scare her this time. His finger travelled down her neck and then across, the gesture unsettlingly similar to the act of cutting somebody’s throat. For a brief second Elena wondered if this was lost on Cherylenko, or if it had been deliberate, but at this very moment, she did not care enough to find out.

Her need for his cock – for him – grew with every moment that passed. Impatiently, she wiggled her legs for him to slip off her silken panties, grinding against him again, when she was finally naked. He easily lifted her off the floor to sit her down on the bathroom counter. The surface felt smooth and cool against her naked butt cheeks, and when he stepped between her parted and welcoming legs, she reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs to pull them down, but his next kiss threw her mind into another meltdown, and her fingers rested uselessly against his hips before snaking around to cup his ass possessively.

Dear god, his lips tasted fucking amazing.

Elena pressed her slender body against him, but was helpless in his embrace. Her legs closed around him, she pulled him as close as she could, never wanting this kiss to end, never wanting this fucking moment to end. She could not remember having been that turned on for a very long time.

"Close your eyes and hold your arms out in front of yourself, wrists together. Now!"

Panting, almost unable to keep her hands from her wet cunt, she did as he said, her eyes closed, as he had commanded. She could hear the soft sound of his naked feet on the bathroom floor leave and come back, and the anticipation forced a soft moan from her throat. Come on, Alex, fu...but the words never made it out of her mouth.

"Good girl." The feel, and the sound, were unmistakable. Fuck no.

Tag, cunt, you’re it.

Her eyes flew open, staring first at him, and then at the pair of handcuffs firmly holding her hands in place. Had he not playfully warned her before? For some silly reason, she had expected a silken scarf, or at the very most, a loosely bound rope. Something that people who fucked in candlelight would use when they felt like being kinky. But, no – it had to be handcuffs.

Elena’s eyes wandered back to his face, trying to discern what he planned to do next.The feel of the cold metal around her dainty wrists made her shiver, and panic rose from the bottom of her feet, making her knees shake, driving a blush to her cheeks. Her ruby lips opened and closed, struggling for something to say. Like: ‘Please, take them off.’ Or: ‘The last time I had to wear fuckers like these two cops abused and raped me for days, please take them off.’

Fuck. She wondered if he would accept if she would throw in a safe word, or if it was too late for that. Again the very unpleasant thought that he was only toying with her crept through her brain.

Would he pull out a knife next? Or a gun to blow out her brains? Did he see how afraid she was, and how very vulnerable? Unbidden, images of these men and the things they had done to her flashed before her eyes, making her wince. She tried to keep them out of her mind, the images, the sounds and…the scent of their aftershave. Half expecting a blow, or any other source of intense physical pain, she unconsciously backed away from Cherylenko a little. But nothing happened.

‘This is ridiculous, you stupid bitch’, she told herself angrily. ‘Get the fuck over it.’ But it was hard to forget this. Hard to let these vivid memories go. Cherylenko had managed to put his demons in a box, neatly stacked away where it did not bother him easily. Elena made a mental note to remind him to teach her how he had succeeded in this. However, even if he noticed her ice-cold fear, it did not seem to divert him.

"Put your arms over my head and rest them on my shoulders so you’re bound to me. It keeps you close and helpless, just the way I like my women.” The dark-haired Chechen girl thankfully complied. Maybe he had done this on purpose; maybe he was unaware of how much this helped. Being close to him, to his warm skin, his heartbeat, his beautiful body; all of it helped. “Alex”, she whispered. “Make me forget.” Her cheek pressed against his chest, she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. “Make me.” So close to him now, so helpless, she had no other choice but to give in to her helplessness, and, as horrible as it seemed, to trust him.

She closed her stocking-clad legs around him, digging her heels into the back of his calves, pulling him closer. She felt his cock press against her wet folds through the fabric of his briefs. ”…Just turn off all those pesky worries and let me show you why women whisper my name in reverence...." Elena whimpered softly, but this time, not in fear.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Maybe it was the vodka Alex had drank earlier. Maybe it the raging lust that had taken over his mind and body completely. Maybe it just the fact that for once everything felt right with no impending sensation of doom. Whatever it was, Alex couldn't help but allow himself a smile as Elena rested her head against his chest. Gone was the fear and apprehension towards one another, instead they were about to let go of it all and forever become lovers in the eyes of history. Life was indeed good.

The feel of her legs wrapped around him combined with the wet heat felt through the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs pushed Alex's restraint over the ledge. Alex hooked his thumbs into the waist band and yanked down in a hurry, the material pooling at his ankles and hastily kicked off.

"I don't just want you anymore Elena, I fucking need you!"

His voice was a husky whisper and in disolved into a gutteral sound of pleasure as Alex pushed his rock hard cock into Elena. The gasp became a mutual one as Alex slowly worked himself all the way into hilt, closing his eyes tight and gritting his teeth at her velvet heat. His arms wrapped around her tiny waist in much the same fashion that her legs encircled his hips, both seemingly trying to hold onto both one another and this moment.

Not moving even a breath for the first few moments, Alex took the time to regain his composure and focus. Anyone could fuck, simply pump away until jerking in one's own pleasure but that wasn't how Alex fucked. It was about his partners pleasure, about watching their enjoyment and pleasure from his movements and minstrations, it was once again all about control of the situation. Elena's gaze met his and she let out a frustrated whimper, shifting her hips against him in an attempt to make him continue fucking her.

"No pet. I told you already, just relax and let me take control." Alex took a long, full stroke and couldn't help but groan as Elena flexed her kegel muscles as he pushed back inwards. "Naughty trick pet. Effective though." His lips took hers in a kiss that spoke of power, need, lust and something else...perhaps some underlying emotion? But this was far from the time for rational thought like that and Alex continued with his plan, to take her slowly until she was ready to explode and scream.

The pace remained slow for a bit, Alex raining down kisses upon Elena's lips, neck, ears, throat, breasts and the hollow of her throat that he had claimed as his own. The cool steel that rested on his shoulders combined with his arms around her hips kept her close, never allowing her enough movement to try and gain control of the pace, to allow her to fuck how she wanted. But human biology had other ideas and the speed of their fucking steadily grew until it became a full out sexual assault.

Alex's breathing soon mimicked Elena's and they began panting and groaning in harmony, both driving towards their respective climaxes at breakneck speed. Faster and faster, harder and harder they fucked until it was all they could hear, the music has been replaced with this new primal soundtrack of their pleasures. They were both slick with sweat but it only seemed to fuel their coupling, it was like they were basking in the rewards of a job well done.

"Oh god Elena" His breathing was fast and shallow, words choppy as his brain had pretty much shut down except for propel his body. "I'm going to cum...." Alex could feel it, Elena was just as close as him and he knew that one would undoubtedly trigger the others orgasm. It suddenly became important to Alex that she came first, it was still a control thing, which caused him to slam hard into her one last time and stay buried deep inside.

"Cum for me Elena. Now!"

It was mere seconds inbetween that sentence and a gutteral scream of pleasure ripped from Alex. Elena's cunt clamped down like a vice as she came and it instantly set off Alex into his own blinding orgasm. One last time his lips claimed hers and they came together, two shaking and whimpering bodies enjoying the ultimate in mutual bliss. The kiss broke with a soft nip and Alex gently pushed Elena's hair back off her forehead, eyes shining with a mixture of post-orgasmic joy and something else.

"I can't imagine not doing this all the time. Stay with me so we can keep doing this and so much more, stay with me and have a better life Elena." Alex gave her a little sly grin and a wink. "Plus I still have yet to fuck your pretty little mouth or that sweet little ass so we still have alot of ground to cover. I like covering new ground obviously!"

 

[Sweet_Denna]

"I don't just want you anymore Elena, I fucking need you!"

The urgency in his voice made her shiver; the soft sigh that these words forced from her throat rose to a moan when his cock parted her lips to enter her. Finally. The girl arched her back and pressed her cuffed fists into the small of his neck, almost unable to breathe as he filled her like this, so very fucking completely. For a short moment, he remained still…but when he slowly, ever so slowly withdrew, she closed her eyes. “Alexander…” The hoarse whisper betrayed her mind drugged with raw desire.

Her lips searched for his skin, but her kiss was not gentle, not playful. It was as if she tried to muffle her utter desperation and need for him to take her. When she released him again, an angry red mark graced the spot underneath the left-hand tattoo of the star. “Fuck you, Alex…fuck you…” Her small heels dug into the back of his thighs, helplessly trying to force him to increase his pace – but he did nothing to bring her relief.

“No pet. I told you already, just relax and let me take control." Elena winced in frustration; it was a hard thing to do. Her cunt was burning and all she now wanted was for him to ruthlessly fuck her. His teasing almost drove her mad. Clearly, Cherylenko was in no hurry to comply. He was no man of semi-conquests; he wanted to claim her completely. His kiss told her as much, but there was something else, too. Tenderness. Care, even?

Then his lips were everywhere, burning on her skin, her breasts, her parted lips, while his hands caressed the velvet of her back and ass. Alexander Cherylenko…yes, she slowly started to understand why women whispered his name in reference. However, it now really did feel as if she was the only one he ever desired, and ever would want. How the fuck did he do it? At this very moment she was…happy, yes, and did not want to be anywhere else in the world. He expertly kept her lingering on the edge, but would not let her fall over it. “Fuck you…” she whispered again, but this time, she smiled.

Sure, some of her clients had half-assedly tried to get her off, mostly to make them feel better about their own pathetic selves. A few had succeeded, and for those that had not, she had put on a rather believable show. Elena had perfected the display of breathless pleasure while thinking about something completely different – she had always been in complete control of how to be fucked, even if the men in question did not realize this. But now…Cherylenko had set her cunt on fire and did not seem to bother about putting it out.

The sensations all started to blur into each other as he increased the speed of his thrusts, now giving in to his need and his lust. Each time he rammed his cock into her she moaned, the moans soon becoming small screams. Her nails dug into his skin, writhing in the damned cuffs, clasping small strands of his hair when she could.

"Cum for me Elena. Now!"

And she did. Elena went, no, she shot over the edge. The scream that was building up in her was silenced by his lips as he closed them with another forceful kiss. Fuck! In an edge of her mind, she felt him cum, too, and at this very moment, she knew she was his. Cherylenko had won.

Panting, her legs still shivering, she opened her eyes, slowly descending from her climax. "I can't imagine not doing this all the time. Stay with me so we can keep doing this and so much more, stay with me and have a better life Elena.” His eyes shone with pleasure and lust, but there was something else too. Something…frighteningly tender.

She pulled him into a long kiss, claiming his mouth just as hungrily as he had before. Was this an answer to his suggestion? Maybe. But maybe it was only the attempt to hide the guilt in her eyes.

Elena was suddenly very, very tired. Too tired to fuck. Too tired to think. Too tired even to be afraid. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she closed her eyes and murmured: “Fine. I’ll fucking stay with you.” For a little while, she added in her mind. Just long enough to make that bastard of a cop lose interest in me, but not long enough for you to find out that I am a rat. Somehow I will manage. Somehow.

It simply was the least unpleasant of the few bad choices she had. His frantic heartbeat had slowed down to a more relaxed pace and Elena sighed. How the hell did she manage to always, always end up in a dead end, each time more hopelessly stuck, more hopelessly lost than the previous time? This short moment of perfect harmony between her and the crime boss did taunt her to simply tell him the truth. Had he not repeatedly promised to protect her and those she cared about?

“And you can fuck me any way you want. Just promise me that you won’t make me slap guys around with a hammer, Alex.” Her voice was a slurred whisper, clearly betraying her exhaustion.

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Alex couldn't help but allow a half smile to tug at the edge of his lips, after what they had just done the thought of Elena inflicting any sort of violence was indeed comical. He deftly ducked his head under her arms and grabbed the little silver key laying on the counter, freeing her of the steel restraints.

"Your not cut out for hitman work Elena, that much has become abundantly apparent. But that doesn't mean you in the clear either pet, you will still somehow work to earn your keep. Maybe you'd like to head up my Auto Theft division?"

With that Alex burst out into a hearty laugh, it had been years since he had felt this free in a life that rarely allowed moments like this. His focus returned to Elena who looked back at him in quizzical amusement, the shine in her eyes displaying a deep intelligence. This little Chechen girl had turned his life upside down in the short matter of 48 hours and so many secrets that she still held. Alex realized a little belatedly that Elena knew more about him then he knew about her, a fact that he would need to remedy to prevent another Petra-esque disaster. But the ever present paranoia was easily swept aside by the continued endorphin rush Alex was enjoying.

"Come to bed with me little one, I have work in the morning but your free to stay at the loft all day. I will leave you with a cell phone also, it will have my number along with Ivan's in case you need a ride anywhere. But tomorrow once I come home, we have much to discuss."

Alex offered a hand to Elena to allow her hop off the sink edge and lead towards the bed. The pair fell into the sheets and Alex pulled Elena close, planting a soft kiss to her forehead. His next words were a sleepy whisper, fading off into the gentle sound of his breathing.

"I don't know what our future holds but I'm glad you happened...."

 

[Jokas_Wild]

Alex's morning did not start as well as his evening had ended. Awoken by the ring of his cellphone, Alex fumbled about with only half opened eyes before finally finding the blasted object. His voice was thick with sleep as he managed to prop himself up on an elbow, too asleep to bother checking the caller id. "Hello?"

"Alex! Where the fuck are you?!" Only one person dare say that to Alex and it was indeed a highly agitated Dean on the other end of the conversation. "I've been waiting here at Lenin's Diner for a half hour already, I've had 3 cups of coffee and pissed twice. What the fuck Alex?!"

Alex wiped the sleep from his eyes as Dean continued to carry on with his fit, his gaze finally focusing on his alarm clock. The red numbers glowed 9:32, proving that Dean was in fact quite correct in his tirade about time. He sighed softly and muttered a few curses, mentally kicking himself for forgetting something as simple as setting the alarm. "Calm down Dean, let me take a quick shower and I'll be there in 20 minutes tops. Amuse yourself by hitting on that cute blonde waitress, what's her name? Alexis? Whatever it is, distract yourself with her Dean. Breakfast will be my treat, that make it better?" The last line was meant to calm Dean down and it partially worked, drawing a snort from his friend and lieutenant. "That's the least you can fucking do Alex. Hurry your ass up!" With that the line went dead and Alex casually tossed the phone back on his bedside table, finally pulling himself up to a full sitting position and letting his attention wander to Elena.

The soft even sound of her breathing was the perfect compliment to how she looked at that moment, small and fragile, insulated from the world as she slept in his bed. But once again his life didn't allow Alex to simply enjoy it for what it was, instead there was the ever present thought of how little he truly knew about her. The last 2 days were a whirlwind with lots of unanswered questions, important questions that needed to be answered if there was to be a future beyond this brief pairing. Alex made a mental note to have her family tracked down, to collect any information that may show deceit on her part. At worst, Elena would turn out to be a liar and she would have to be dealt with accordingly. At best, her story would be verified and Alex would have that peace of mind along with the ability to move her family if need be. Alex leaned down and kissed an exposed shoulder before sliding out of bed and heading towards the shower to prepare for his day.

*20 Minutes Later*

True to his word, Alex hustled out a shower and shave before dressing and speeding across town to meet Dean at the diner. The two men exchanged a hug as greeting before settleing into opposite sides of the booth, a cup of strong black coffee dropped off moments later for Alex. The diner was a tradition for Alex and Dean, they'd been having breakfast meetings here for the last 5 years. Strong coffee, good breakfast, cute waitresses, an excellent view of surrounding streets; it had everything one could want for a meeting spot.

Dean started in almost instantly, peppering Alex with questions even as Alex took his first sip. "So Alex, I assume your late because of her?" There was a detectable edge to Dean's voice as he said her and it caused Alex to raise a brow slightly. "Your look answers that one for me. So how is she Alex? What do you know about her? Where did you find her? Is she another Petra? Why the fuck is she Chechen?! Have you checked out of reality? Huh? Whack your head maybe? We have much bigger problems on the horizon without you chasing some new pussy like a love sick school boy!" Dean managed to keep himself from blatantly yelling but the strain was obvious in his voice as his rant went on. "I'm serious Alex, there is strong talk to a war erupting between us and the Federovs any day now. They apparently took the Militich thing personal Alex, his position was much higher up that we originally believed. All this because of that fucking girl!" Those last words were an angry hiss and belied Dean's serious insistance, it was not something to be taken lightly in his opinion.

Alex absorbed all this and continued to silently sip his coffee, processing all the information and all the possible repercussions. The next words out of Alex's mouth were not going to help Dean's nerves either but they still needed to be said. "The Federov's I can deal with Dean. I need a favor though, I need you to do some research via our friends at the Moscow PD. I'm looking for the records on a cop that died about a week or so ago. Throat slit is the cause of death. I want to know who he was, what division he worked, if he had a partner, I want everything and I want it by tomorrow preferably."

Dean's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before it all came together like a puzzle in his head, eyes widening in surprise and anger. "Did she fucking kill a cop?! Are you fucking crazy Alex! No fucking way Alex, we can not bring this sort of heat on ourselves right now. We're about to have a gang war and your now fucking a cop killer?! She's a whore Alex! Simple chechen trash! You've clearly lost your fucking mind!" This time Dean was unable to control his voice and now the duo were drawing curious stares from the nearby patrons who couldn't help but overhear that last outburst.

Alex took a deep breath to steady himself, mad at Dean for drawing attention, for insulting Elena but mostly at himself for his poor timing. His voice was low and even though the anger was still noticeable in the bite of his words. "Dean, just do your fucking job and let me worry about the details. Get me the file and don't you ever questions me again about this type of thing, understood?" The anger burned brightly in Alex's eyes, an anger that had never been previously directed at Dean but this was a special circumstance. "I'll make you a deal Dean. If she proves to be this big liability, I'll let your kill her as you so see fit. Until then, do your fucking job!"

Alex left a 20 on the table and slid out of the booth with that, too angry to say anything more or make eye contact with Dean. This was indeed a very bad start to what was going to be a long day for Alex, the tip of the proverbial iceberg. The last thing Alex heard before he pushed open the doors and into the brisk fall morning were Dean's ominious words.

"Petra may of hurt you Alex but Elena will be the death of you...."

That parting comment caused Alex to loudly slam the door of his car after sliding into the driver's seat, scowling furiously. What a shitty start to his day indeed!