22. Yuri
TWENTY-TWO
Yuri
Kotya hands me a glass of vodka, and I take it gratefully. We’ve both been running around all day, figuring out who we can trust enough to handle certain operations. Sierra’s search for the missing arms stash is getting nowhere, which means we can’t count on that source of extra weapons.
“We have everything in the mansion, and we can probably count on Lebowski for some backup,” I say. I sit back on the big leather couch and sigh as I sip the vodka.
Kotya nods. “He owes me, but I think he’s skittish. He’s not going to get involved in anything major.”
Everybody’s on edge. After what Nikolai had said about his father’s behavior… We need to prepare, but it’s hard to know what to prepare for.
“Has your brother said anything?” I ask.
Kotya stops pacing to take a long swig of his drink. “No. Roman sent pictures of his new son.” He refills the glass and immediately takes another gulp.
“Good for him. Congrats to his wife?—”
“His mistress. ” Kotya slams the glass down hard enough that it’s a wonder it doesn’t shatter. “My father has suggested over and over that I should get a vasectomy. Did you know that? Not directly, but all the veiled hints. Because it would cause trouble for Roman if I had heirs.”
I’d heard, yeah, because Kotya complained about it before. I don’t mention that. “You’re done listening to him, right? We’re done. And Sierra’s pregnant already, so who cares?”
Kotya refills his drink again, then crosses the room and sits down on the couch next to me. His knee knocks against mine.
“I’m done listening to him. I shouldn’t let any of this bother me anymore.” He rubs his brow. “But my father gushed about the baby too. That’s Roman’s third child! They’ll fight over succession as much as any of my kids would. And we aren’t a fucking monarchy. There are no Romanovs here.”
I snort a laugh. “If you’re lucky, Roman’s family will suffer the same fate.”
“A gory end to all of them, a new regime for the rest of us.” He clinks his glass against mine. “To bloody revolutions.”
“To bloody revolutions,” I echo with a smile. We both take sips of our vodka. “If they’re the Romanovs, does that make you Princess Anastasia?”
Kotya chokes mid-drink, spilling vodka over himself. “How am I Anastasia?”
“The lost heir, or whatever.” I laugh at his scowl. “Look, you want to be the one person who survived the revolution!”
“She didn’t survive! They found her body! And even if she had survived, she’d be dead by now.” Kotya starts laughing too, though. “Maybe we should be doing ‘lost heir’ scams. We can pass Sierra off as Anastasia’s daughter. Grand-daughter.”
“How would you fake the DNA tests? Doesn’t work as well as back in the day,” I point out, but I’m smiling too.
He ruffles my hair. “Maybe you’re Anastasia’s heir. Who’s to say her daughter didn’t drop you off at the orphanage?”
“But she died! And we said we don’t want to be royalty! Because of the revolution!” I point out. “Nobody would respect me if I were related to them. Can’t I be a secret descendent of Lenin?”
“That’s right. You are working for the proletariat! We care for the plight of the common man!” Kotya downs the rest of his vodka. “And what is more communist than redistributing the wealth of the Americans and giving it to ourselves?”
I nod in agreement, happy to see Kotya joking like this. I haven’t seen him this upbeat since I got back from jail. “Exactly! That’s my platform. As Lenin’s secret heir?—”
A knock on the door startles both of us.
We look at each other, and for some reason, we both burst out laughing.
“Come in!” Kotya says in between chuckles.
Sierra steps in, looking between the two of us with raised brows. “I missed the party, I see,” she says, closing the door behind herself. “What’s the occasion?”
I smile at her and raise my glass. “I am starting a revolution! Down with American wealth!”
“Hmm, I might be in the wrong tax bracket to celebrate that,” she drawls. Her smile falters, though. “Well. I used to be.” She waves it off, though. “Good thing I have three sugar daddies to keep me going.”
I get up and go to her, putting my arm around her, unable to stop smiling. “My state includes sharing everything. Sharing my wealth, sharing my love! Sharing sex with all the important people.” I kiss her cheek.
Kotya bursts out laughing. “I don’t think that’s what Marx and Lenin meant.”
Sierra shakes her head, but she smiles, too. She turns to kiss me, relaxing against my body as she looks with amusement between the two of us. “I don’t think so, either. But your philosophy has merit.”
“My philosophy is better than Kotya’s. He wanted to make you a Romanov!” I glare at him. “Down with the oppressive regime of the…” I trail off. “What’s that word in English? The rich people who do nothing but stomp on the lower classes.”
“CEOs,” Sierra says, deadpan.
Kotya lets out a full-bellied laugh. “Yes. Those are the same in Russia, too.” He gives me a fond look. “The bour-joo-sie.”
Now Sierra sighs. “Bourgeoisie. It’s a French word.”
I make a disgusted sound. “What do the French know of revolution?”
Sierra starts to giggle, first quietly, then growing in volume until she’s shaking with laughter. “Not a thing,” she says. “It’s not like the whole French Revolution is infamous the world over or anything.”
Kotya starts stroking his beard. “The guillotine was a French invention. Maybe we should use that to get rid of our Romanovs.”
I roll my eyes at Kotya. “Where do we get a guillotine? We only have guns.”
“I’d say you could DIY it, but I’m afraid you actually would,” Sierra says, shaking her head. “You two, I swear. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
I nuzzle Sierra’s shoulder. “You could fuck us. That’s a law in my new state. Sierra has to fuck me and Kotya. And Nikolai.”
“Yes, yes,” she says, turning around to fully face me. “You’re lucky being pregnant makes me horny when I’m not, you know, throwing up or feeling like I’m going to. It’s like roulette. Will I get hot for you, or will I throw up on you? No one ever knows.”
“Roulette was a Russian invention,” I tell her earnestly.
She eyes me suspiciously. “Was it? Because the name sounds French.”
“You’ve never heard of Russian roulette?” I say, cackling. “Only Russians would invent a game that has a one-in-six chance of being deadly.”
She shoves me, albeit not very hard. “Stereotyping your own people? Is that why I smell vodka on your breath?” she teases.
“I only had…” I stop to think, then turn to Kotya. “How many did I have?”
Kotya starts counting on his fingers. “I had four. Five? You had… also four?” He goes to the liquor cabinet and picks up the bottle of vodka. “It was mostly full when we started, I think?”
The bottle is a lot closer to empty now.
“Did you waste all that vodka?” I ask. “We could have enjoyed it!”
Kotya laughs again. “We did enjoy it!”
“Sounds like the two of you enjoyed it a lot,” Sierra says dryly, but she smiles. “If that’s what it takes to get you both laughing, though, I guess I can’t complain too much.” She kisses me again before gesturing for Kotya to come closer.
He obliges, pressing up against her back while placing one hand on my shoulder. “Yura’s regime will include good vodka for all.”
“I’d demand good vodka after… you know,” she says, “but I don’t even like the taste. I don’t know how you stomach it.” She turns halfway to face Kotya, kissing him, too.
Heat spreads through me that has nothing to do with the drinks and everything to do with the sight of the two of them kissing.
I reach under Sierra’s shirt to stroke her belly—and for the first time, I notice that there’s a hint of swelling. She doesn’t have the same flat stomach she once did.
My cock instantly jumps to attention, and I groan.
She arches against Kotya, who has grabbed her hips. “Sure the two of you aren’t too drunk to get it up?” she taunts, smirking at me.
I grind my cock against her thigh. “Does that feel like I’m too soft? I’m one of the downtrodden masses! I am always ready to work!”
Kotya tugs on my hair. “Does that mean we are the bourjoosie who are taking advantage of the hard laborer?”
Sierra cracks up again. “You did not,” she wheezes between peals of laughter. “I didn’t know the two of you actually had a sense of humor.” She reaches down to grab my cock, though, squeezing tight. “I guess we are going to take advantage of the hard laborer today, aren’t we, Kotya?”
“Oh, yes,” Kotya agrees with a wide grin. “If he’s the proletariat, we must make him do all the work.”
She moves her hand up, then deftly unfastens my jeans before sliding that hand into my underwear so she can grip me more tightly. “So I shouldn’t touch him and get him off before he has a chance to satisfy us?”
“He should show us how good of a worker he is,” Kotya agrees. “Get on your knees, Yura, and earn your wages.”
I groan and shake my head. “I won’t… I won’t bow down to your demands, filthy capitalist.”
Sierra buries her fingers in my hair and starts to urge me down onto my knees. “Do it, peasant,” she tells me, snickering. “You have a lot of work to do before you earn… well, pretty much nothing, but hey.”
I drop to the floor, wrapping my arms around Sierra’s waist and kissing her stomach. “The revolution will come,” I promise her.
Kotya laughs. “I hope so! If nobody comes, you’re doing it wrong.”
Sierra rolls her eyes, but she keeps her fingers in my hair, stroking it instead of pulling on it.
She’s wearing a dress for once, which makes it easy to push out of the way and expose her lacy panties. I kiss her stomach, then gently pull her panties down, out of the way. I urge her to spread her legs, and she obliges me so I can easily reach up to finger her clit. She moans, then leans in to kiss Kotya.
Kotya keeps his arms around Sierra and thumbs her breasts through the dress. “He will show you how skilled he is. All those hours of practice.”
I lean in to lick the nub of her clit, and she shudders.
“Y-yeah,” she agrees. “But there’s two of us. We’d be terrible revolutionaries if we made him service only one of us.”
I want to argue that I’m the revolutionary, and she’s the capitalist, but the implication of what she’s saying sinks in.
She wants me to blow Kotya.
Kotya is silent for a few moments, before he says, “That is true. A real worker would work until the job is complete.”
“Mhm,” Sierra agrees, spreading her legs a little more. “I think he could be a good worker. Maybe earn a bonus for a job well done. Would you like that, peon?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes. Please.”
“Good. I’ll have mercy on you and make it easier.” I don’t follow her meaning until she starts walking toward the couch, urging me to follow by tugging at my hair. She sprawls out, looking smug. “I like you on your knees, Yura.”
“Maybe she is descended of royalty,” I say to Kotya, smiling. I get into place between her legs and kiss the insides of her thighs.
Kotya follows and sits down next to Sierra, leaning in to kiss her. “Get to work, Yura. The faster you get us off, the faster you get your reward.”
She goes back to carding her fingers through my hair, but she urges me closer to her as my tongue starts to lap at her clit. She moans, kissing Kotya as I pleasure her. I know that from the way she’s been lately—insatiable—that it won’t take her long to come all over my tongue, then…
Then there’s Kotya.
He’s larger than any man I’ve sucked off. Not that I have a great deal of experience—mostly a few guys in jail, and we were all in a hurry to get off as quickly as possible. I’d tried pretending it was Kotya or even Nikolai, but the encounters were too unsatisfying for that.
Now I have the real thing.
I take a deep breath, inhaling Sierra’s scent, and lick harder. Kotya grabs my head and forces me even closer to her, so my nose rubs against her pussy.
She lets out soft sounds as I pleasure her, whispering, “You’re going to look so hot with your mouth around Kotya’s cock.”
The thought sends a thrum of arousal through me, and it must do the same for her because her entire body trembles.
“Right… right there,” she tells me. “Don’t move. Please, god, don’t move.”
I continue to lap at her like a dog, her juices coating my chin. My eyes flutter closed as I focus on giving her this pleasure.
The noises she makes get louder and louder, until she cries out, her entire body jerking beneath me. “Yura!”
Kotya’s hand fists my hair harder, urging me even more firmly against her, and she trembles and shakes as the orgasm sweeps over her.
Before long, though, she’s pushing at his hand, shaking her head as she pants. “Okay. Okay, I can’t… It’s… God, too much.”
I sit back and smile at her, before turning my attention to Kotya. I can see some apprehension in his expression, though, and it dampens my mood a bit.
“My revolution,” I say haltingly.
Kotya gives me a confused look. “Your revolution?”
“In my revolution, we kill all the royals and the rich and get rid of their stupid rules. You can fuck whoever you want,” I say, more determined. “Because who the fuck cares what they think?”
His expression softens, and he nods. “That’s right. A gory revolution, with Roman and my father’s bodies piled right at the top.” He frees his cock from its confines, and it’s already erect, large and throbbing and beautiful.
Sierra groans, and she looks down at me, her expression dazed. “Viva la revolution,” she says with a quiet huff of laughter. “Go on, Yura,” she adds. “Please.”
I lean in, nosing along Kotya’s shaft and pressing kisses to the base. I lick the tip, then grin. “You might need to help me, Sierra. I don’t think I can fit all of him into my mouth.”
She laughs again. “ I can’t even fit all of him in my mouth.” She slides off of the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Guess I’ll have to lower myself to your level. Now that you’ve convinced me to join your revolution.” She settles onto her knees next to me, her hand grasping the top of Kotya’s shaft.
I open wide and begin sucking Kotya.
He lets out a long groan and bucks his hips forward. Sierra’s hand on his shaft is the only thing that prevents Kotya from choking me with his cock. I take as much as I can, though, sucking and licking and giving Kotya the same effort I’d given Sierra.
I want to show him how much he means to me.
Never mind a revolution.
I need to know I have a place with him and Sierra.
Between the two of us, we have Kotya’s cock straining and dripping with precum before long.
“Don’t get used to the ‘on my knees’ thing,” she says lightly, though I know there’s some turmoil inside of her as she says, “Pretty soon, it’ll be too uncomfortable.”
“We’ll find other positions,” Kotya says with a strained voice. “Fuck, Yura. You are good at this.”
I hum in agreement, and judging by the sounds he makes, he appreciates the vibration. He’s close, too. I glance up at him and watch as his eyes close and his mouth parts.
I used to watch him while he was fucking women just to see this expression. Lately, my attention has shifted to Sierra, but I can’t deny how fucking hot Kotya is.
“If you don’t want my seed in your mouth, Yura…” he says.
I suck harder.
Sierra keeps her hand around his shaft, her fingers tightening even as Kotya’s dick swells in my mouth.
I can’t believe how good this feels.
Kotya groans, and his cum starts to fill my mouth—fast, so fast that I can’t even swallow it down quickly enough to keep it from seeping out around my lips. I don’t care, even as it begins to dribble down my chin.
It isn’t until he’s done that I pull away, and I grab Sierra so I can kiss her with Kotya’s cum still in my mouth. My tongue pushes it inside, and she lets out a startled sound but doesn’t pull away as she’s forced to swallow it down, too.
I grind against her, dragging my cock along her stomach, that small hint of a bump that means she’s carrying mine or Kotya’s or Nikolai’s child. I take her hand and force it onto my cock while we kiss, and she gives a few rough tugs before I’m coming all over her dress.
If she minds, she doesn’t show it. She keeps stroking me until I’m oversensitive and push her away, like she’d had to push me away before.
When she does, she looks at me, and I have this strange feeling that she’s trying to tell me something without actually saying the words.
My heart races as I wonder what it could be, but she doesn’t say it. Instead, she glances at Kotya and says, “Now that… I could get used to. Poor Nikolai, missing out on that.”
I wrap my arms around Sierra and laugh. “I’ll invite him to my next secret meeting. Where we plot to end the tyranny of the Romanovs.”
“Or the tyranny of Roman,” Kotya mutters with a shake of his head. “Nikolai will want to be there for that.”
Sierra looks between us before asking cautiously, “That’s your brother, right? The one we hate?”
“Yeah. His older brother, who will inherit everything because he got born first.” I let go of her and sit back, my back against Kotya’s legs. He still has his cock out and doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to tuck himself away.
“Of course, my regime will be more fair,” Kotya says quietly. “I’ll take care of all my children.”
Sierra gets up, going to sit by him again. She carefully puts his cock back in his pants, even going as far as to zip him up. “This is the part where I remind you you’re only getting one,” she tells him, but she kisses him anyway.
Kotya kisses her back. I watch, smiling, and I realize there isn’t a single drop of jealousy inside me. They’re my favorite people in the world. Of course I want them to be happy with each other, too.
“We’ll see,” Kotya says. “Yura and Nikolai might want children too.”
I turn to bite his knee. “For all you know, Sierra’s carrying my secret heir right now.”
“Entirely possible,” Sierra says, shrugging. “I don’t care whose it is, as long as it’s the only one.”
We’ll have plenty of time to talk her into more later.
For now, I tuck my own cock back into my pants and get up to join them on the couch.
We may not be able to have moments like these often, but I’m going to take advantage of every single one.