Cole was alone in Ilya's apartment.

He meandered back and forth in the main hallway, heart hammering in his chest. It only sped up as each second passed.

They had even established safewords some time ago for this night.

A knock at the door nearly made him jump. He was here.

Another knock. Cole shouldn't keep him waiting.

He unlocked the door, hesitantly pulling it open as he peeked through the sliver.

Before Cole could react, the door was pushed all the way in. Ilya marched toward him, finishing his abrasive entrance by slamming it shut again. “I finally found you, Cole.”

He was wearing an olive-drab army jacket. Newly bought, just for the occasion. And on his head, the ushanka. It did fit him well.

“How do you know my name?” Cole asked.

“You've gained quite the reputation in my unit,” Ilya said.

“For what? My looks?” Cole asked.

“What exactly are you imagining right now?” Ilya asked.

Captured. Forced to service them all. Get it together.

“You don't want to know,” Cole said with a sheepish grin.

How come it only took minutes for them to drop character?

“Ah, fuck it. Come here,” Ilya said, grabbing Cole by the shoulders as he shoved him up against the wall. Something he seemed to really enjoy doing.

Cole gasped, but couldn't get his breath out before Ilya's lips melted together with his. Their tongues soon followed, snaking around each other, searching for more than just warmth. Their movements were hectic, uncertain of what came next, but wanting it as soon as humanly possible.

Against his own best judgment, Cole scrabbled at the ushanka to regain some control, causing it to fall to the floor. He swapped to Ilya's hair, but it was too late.

Ilya pulled back with a sly smile on his flushed face. “Cole…”

Cole panted, still dizzy from the kiss. “S-sorry.”

“Head to the bedroom,” Ilya said. “Prepare yourself for me.”

He had been spared.

Cole pressed his lips to Ilya's cheek. “Yes, sir.” Slipping out from under his hands, he headed down the corridor without looking back.

He'd like to imagine Ilya was standing there, rubbing the side of his face, appreciating Cole's gesture. There was a chance. Ilya had a hidden romantic side to him; he was sure of it.

Leather handcuffs had already been attached to the two top bedposts.

This time, there was full access to the wardrobe. Inside, he found the lube and condoms he had gotten intimately familiar with, which he took out and placed on the nightstand.

Besides those, there was a wealth of other things. A bit gag, differently shaped vibrators, canes, floggers, rope, collars, and much more.

After pulling out one of the collars, he turned it around in his hands. It was similar to the handcuffs, made of leather, with a few metal rings fastened to it.

This could… look good on him. Cole breathed in before tightening the collar around his neck. If only Ilya had a mirror in here.

Cole smiled to himself, grabbing the rim of his shirt. Off it went, along with the rest of his clothes.

He fiddled with the collar again as footsteps came from outside the open door, getting closer. That was fast. He swiped a rattan cane from the wardrobe and hurried over to stand at the ready for him.

Ilya passed through the doorway, lighting up when he saw Cole. “Are you trying to be a little alpha dog with that cane there?”

“No, wait. This is for you,” Cole said, holding it out to him.

Ilya watched him, picking it up by the handle and pointing it in his direction. He slid the end of the cane along the crook of Cole's neck. “Get on your knees.”

Cole dropped to the floor, looking up at him expectantly. He was more than ready.

“There we go,” Ilya said.

“Do you—should I…” Cole reached up, wanting to place his hand on the man's belt.

“No,” Ilya said. “But I appreciate the offer.”

“Then, what—” Cole froze when Ilya pressed the cold tip against his nipple, a shaky sigh escaping him.

“So obedient. I don't even need to train you,” Ilya said.

The temperature clash made the touch feel even better as Ilya kept kneading hard, ending in a rough flick. Cole's blood rushed to his cock.

“Ah, I… Thank you…” Cole said, his voice frail. Which might have been intentional.

“Now, on the bed,” Ilya said. He wasted no time.

Cole stood up, a hand over his chest to dull the sensitivity. He climbed onto the mattress, leaning back against the headboard, as Ilya marched over to the end of the bed with the cane like some kind of sergeant.

“What are you going to… do to me?” Cole asked.

“Don't get ahead of yourself. I need you to do something for me first,” Ilya said, eyes drifting to Cole's cock, which had already fully awakened.

“Anything,” Cole said.

“Touch yourself,” Ilya said.

Cole's eyes widened. It wasn't exactly unexpected, but the directness caught him off guard. He breathed in, running a hand down his stomach. “Like this?” he asked with shaky breaths.

“Lower,” Ilya said.

“Ilya…” Cole wrapped his fingers around himself, putting pressure on the head with his thumb, as he moved in slow strokes.

“Keep saying it.” Ilya walked over to the side of the bed. They kept eye contact the whole time.

Cole sped up, calling out Ilya’s name with every sigh.

“Good… Now, on your stomach,” Ilya said, placing the cane down beside Cole's legs.

“But…” Cole whined.

“You think I'm letting you finish the job already?” Ilya said. “Roll over.”

Cole’s cheeks flared. Reluctantly, he let go of his cock, and did as told, his back to the ceiling as he pressed one side of his face on the pillow so he could still see the other man.

“Cute…” Even Ilya was looking a little pink. Cole had done well. “Put your wrist in one handcuff, and I'll get the other.”

He clasped the leather onto his wrist. The one furthest from Ilya. Afterward, Ilya helped him as promised, their skin momentarily touching. The contact only made Cole want him more. Closer.

Ilya stood up straight, grabbing the cane once more. “Nice back. I'm gonna make it look much better,” Ilya drove the end of it down Cole's spine. “But first…”

“Please,” Cole twisted his body, trying to deal with the sexual frustration. The mattress did little to stimulate him.

“You know, you're good at begging,” Ilya said as he reached Cole's lower back. “Nu, you do it a lot, anyway.”

“This is… well deserved,” Ilya added. He whipped the cane through the air until it cracked against Cole's ass.

Cole yelped, biting down on the pillow, as he grasped the chains connected to the handcuffs. It was such a precise hit; the mark burned.

“Ah. I like that sound,” Ilya said, clutching Cole's thigh in his hand to hold him still. “Let me hear it again.”

The anticipation was overwhelming, but Ilya's warm hand calmed him.

His cane came down on Cole again, the strike drawing a cross in his skin. The sound that escaped Cole was less of a surprised squeak and more deep and longing. His legs twitched from the impact. “More…”

“As you wish.” Ilya kept going, one swing after the other.

All Cole could do was tug roughly at the handcuffs, as his noises grew raspier and his body writhed against the sheets.

The lashes ceased when tears started to gather in Cole’s eyes, obscuring his view of Ilya, who was simply watching him. The burn still lingered, refusing to fade. In turn, his whole body heated up.

“You look good in red,” Ilya said.

Cole scrunched up one side of his face, smiling despite himself. He knew what he meant.

Ilya strode over to the wardrobe. He exchanged the cane for a flogger and pulled out a black vibrator as well, placing it on the nightstand near Cole's head. There wasn't much space left on that.

“I want to make it deeper,” Ilya said.

The tails of the whip slapped against Cole's skin, right where he’d been caned. It stung, but Ilya left the area alone after that. Mercy.

“Hmm… Actually, I could be convinced to reward you,” Ilya said, swinging the flogger over his own shoulder. From what Cole could see through his blurred vision, it was quite tempting imagery.

Ilya picked the vibrator up and held it in front of himself with a tilt of his head and a smile. “Interested?”

“Yes. Now, please…” Cole said. He pulled on the chains, making them rattle, as he tried pushing himself up higher with his legs.

“Don't rush me.” Ilya poured lube from the bottle and onto the toy, being quite liberal with the amount. Ironic. “But… in case I did feel like listening to you, how about you put that dirty mouth to good use and beg for it.”

That he could do.

“Ilya, please… I-I want it so bad… inside me,” Cole pleaded. “I’d rather it was… your cock, but…”

“Mmh, gladly,” Ilya said, turning it on. He dragged the vibrating end between Cole's cheeks. “You've been very good.”

Shamelessly, Cole let his tongue slide out of his mouth. He backed up as much as he could, shutting his eyes from the feeling of the toy just barely breaching him. “Do it…”

Ilya tightened his grip on the vibrator and shoved it inside Cole until its flared base touched his skin. The lube was doing its absolute best to make that possible.

Cole cried out. His legs couldn't keep him up anymore. He landed back down on the bed as Ilya relentlessly followed, grabbing his thigh and adjusting to the new position, keeping the vibrations drilling into his prostate.

“Y-yes…” Cole's face had been squished inside the pillow again.

Ilya's hand left his thigh, and after a few seconds, the tails of the flogger whipped against his back.

Again and again.

The constant mix of pain and pleasure was almost enough to push him off the edge.

Cole was disappearing off to some distant planet. He wasn't in the room anymore. At least, his mind wasn't.

“I-I'm—” Cole gasped.

And just like that, the vibrations were gone, and the void was back. All he felt was an ache deep inside him and the pre-cum coating his cock. His body was desperate for it, but Ilya had once again deprived him of release.

Cole shouldn't like that. He really shouldn't.

He opened his eyes, first now noticing how hot his face was.

With an extra swing of the flogger for good measure, Ilya climbed onto the bed and dropped it onto the sheets next to him, where the toy was lying. “Not yet.”

“Don't… stop,” Cole whimpered.

“I still need one more thing. Can't let the toy get all the glory,” Ilya said, reaching for one of the handcuffs.

They agreed there. If only he'd do it already.

Ilya opened it and then moved on to the other one. Cole knew better than to move his arms from the bed. He merely clutched the sheets once he had been freed.

“Impressive. Not going to touch anything?” Ilya asked.

“N-no, sir,” Cole said.

“Good boy. I've taught you well,” Ilya said before grabbing Cole by the shoulder, forcing him onto his back.

He was an absolute mess, constantly panting, as his thighs jerked, trying to rub at the side of his cock. In the process, he only made himself messier with all the liquids smeared over his skin.

“You make it really hard not to want to turn into some kind of beast,” Ilya said as he pulled off his shirt, his pants following soon after. He rolled on one of the condoms along with, as usual, plenty of lube. For once, he was being quick. Cole wasn't alone in wanting it badly now.

“Then hurry up and fuck me, you big scary wolf…” Cole said, dragging out every word. A bold move.

Ilya blinked once, slowly, but the daze stayed. “You—”

“You heard me,” Cole said.

Positioning the head of his cock against Cole's wet entrance, Ilya grabbed his hips, pushing himself inside. With a grunt, he thrust all the way to the hilt.

Cole's breath hitched as he was expanded to fit Ilya's size. His edging had made him more vulnerable and sensitive; the heavenly feeling of Ilya's warmth filling him out spread through his whole body.

As they settled into a feverish rhythm, Cole nearly tore the sheets to shreds from all his clawing and writhing. He could only see Ilya and how his body flexed with every thrust. He wanted to reach up and touch, well, anything, but the relentless strikes of pleasure left him gasping and unable to control himself.

Heavenly wasn't enough to describe it.

Ilya slipped a hand under Cole's head, hoisting him into the air. With another pull, his face was pressed against Ilya's chest, which he eagerly took advantage of.

Cole searched him with his lips, latching onto Ilya's nipple once he found it. Ilya barreled against Cole, full of haste, as he burrowed himself inside him.

The sudden overwhelming pressure made Cole inhale sharply, trapping Ilya's sensitive skin between his teeth.

Ilya let out a shriller moan than usual. He lost his grip on Cole's head, having to catch his balance by planting both hands on the bed. Cole sank back into the pillow.

That only spurred him on more. The beast Cole had been begging for took over. Ilya pulled him closer by the thighs, needing less energy to ground him into the mattress.

All Cole wanted was to be fucked dry by him until he was completely spent and aching for the next many… many days. In this state, he'd even be open to living the rest of his life in some kind of extreme power exchange dynamic with this man, should he ask.

“I—Please, let me…” Cole whimpered.

“Come,” Ilya leaned in, grazing Cole's neck with his lips. “Krasavchik…”

Goosebumps crept up his body as he closed his eyes.

Every sense dulled, and the world around him faded away. All he could hear was Ilya's voice.

Like he was in a dream.

Blissful emptiness.

Blissful… darkness.