Yuriy Ivanov

Indie Yuriy Ivanov roleplay blog: Crossover friendly.

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Yuriy bucking his hip almost draws a hissed gasp from Garland. He hadn’t expected that from the man below him. Certainly not so soon. “Eager, Yuriy? And here I was thinking you’d be a coward.” But Garland as asked, not that he would ever deny himself the chance to begin fucking. So, he moves. Slowly pulling back until only the tip of his cock remained. The man’s hole tight around him like Yuriy doesn’t want him to leave. So he pushes back in slowly. Back, and forth. Back, and forth. A teasing snail pace that his hand on Yuriy’s cock matches. After all, Garland is in no hurry and fully intends to spend quite a while fucking Yuriy tonight.

This was torture. Yuriy desperately hoped that Garland would just quickly fuck him and be done with it but he wasn’t. He was going as painfully slow as possible. It just made his body yearn more. Made him squirm under him. Pre leaked from the tip of his cock. He felt so humiliated that he was enjoying this. The fact he was feeling any kind of pleasure from Garland just made him feel like a traitor. He tried to keep his eyes focused on the ceiling. Tried to calm his breathing but it wasn’t working well. Each time Garland’s cock brushed his sweet spot it just took his breath away again. He let it go on for a while before he couldn’t take it anymore, “Please… Please move faster… You’re driving me crazy!” Yuriy groaned out in a needy tone.

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Yuriy squirming beneath him is such a delicious sight. Fighting to calm his body, make this easier. Garland wishes he could get this every time. But, after tonight, this won’t be so foreign to Yuriy. So daunting and unknown. Yuriy will get to experience how fucking good it is to be fucked by Garland. And he will beg for it each chance he gets. “Shhh… Relax. I’m not going to move yet.” Garland smirks ever so slightly, his eyes going from below up, looking at Yuriy’s face. One hand move up Yuriy’s side then back down again. Circling around the man’s cock and softly stroking. Urging Yuriy to enjoy this full feeling.

Yuriy was struggling. He didn’t want to enjoy this feeling. He hated Garland. He hated what Garland was doing to him. And yet… He couldn’t deny that this full feeling was starting to feel good. His insides relaxing around Garland. He bit his lip to stop the moan that threatened to come out of him when Garland toyed with his cock. His hips did buck a bit, however. Yuriy let out another whine. Ashamed of himself. He couldn’t look at Garland. He knew the bastard was looking so smug right now. Got to claim his first. Claim him. This was something he wanted to give to someone he trusted but that was all torn away by Garland, “Please… Please just move. It’s driving me crazy.” Yuriy weakly begged.

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland just hums at that answer, saying nothing else. All he could do is point out Yuriy asked for this but that won’t help now. He just works his hand slowly, watching as Yuriy slowly relaxes for him. His ass is still nice and tight, just how Garland likes it. And Yuriy is all nice and worked up. Body flushed, relaxed. Just on the brink of enjoying the pleasure. Garland slowly slips his fingers from the man, eyes watching the wet hole pucker as it loses that good feeling. He grabs the lube and smooths it down his hard cock. “You’re ready.” He states, not giving Yuriy a chance to deny that before he’s moving forward. The head of his cock slowly breaching the man. He sinks in slowly, wanting Yuriy to feel every inch. This is what the man asked for after all.

For just a brief moment, Yuriy completely forgot that it was Garland above him. He just leaned into the pleasure. Relaxing. Enjoying the feeling of Garland’s fingers moving in and out of him. By now he was fully hard, flushed, and slightly panting. But was pulled from his bliss with Garland removing his fingers. Yuriy blinked a few times. Reality hitting him all at once, “H-hey! W-wait!” He wasn’t ready! But it was too late, Garland was already pushing in. Yuriy threw his head back and gasped. His hands gripped the sheets under him. Garland was much bigger than the toys Garland had been using on him. Yuriy felt everything. Inch after inch sinking into him. His insides stretch around Garland and then clamp down again making things wonderfully tight for the man above Yuriy. “Fuck…” Yuriy let out a breath, eyes squeezing shut. There was no time for regrets now. He asked for this. This just seemed like the better option than taking one of Garland’s horrible punishments. But this also felt so very humiliating. 

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland sighs, rolling his eyes at the dramatics. “Fucking chill out.” His hand pauses if only to give Yuriy time to breath between all the crying. In fact, Garland pulls his finger out completely. He applies even more lube but not to just one finger but two. If Yuriy wants to kick up a fuss then Garland will just speed this all up. See how Yuriy reacts when it’s Garland’s cock giving him that pleasure instead. “It’s just hormones. Not like you can actually control how your body feels.” Garland leans forward, one hand pressing into the mattress next to Yuriy’s shoulder to hold himself up. He pushes the two lubed fingers once more into Yuriy. “You can’t control how you react and feel pain, so how could you react to pleasure, Yura?” He slowly pumps his fingers, stretching the man a little more each time.

Yuriy let out a breath of relief when Garland pulled his finger out but that didn’t last long. Two fingers replaced it, making him gasp. It was such an odd feeling, yet his body was reacting to it. He felt ashamed of himself for starting to get hard from this. Garland was now hovering over him and he refused to look up at him. Refusing to give Garland the pleasure of seeing his flushed face. “That doesn’t make it any less humiliating.” Yuriy whined, struggling to keep his voice from shaking. It was clear he was fighting back some moans. He was liking this more the longer it went on. His body relaxing around Garland’s fingers. Giving in to the man. He chewed on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut trying to focus on anything else. 

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland knows this is sick, that he shouldn’t enjoy the fear lingering beneath Yuriy’s face, but he does. He fucking loves this. And he will love how easy he can make Yuriy enjoy this too. With no warning given, Garland eases one lubed finger into Yuriy. He wastes no time in moving it, nudging deep inside the man for a certain spot he can tease later. “You know this will be easier on you if you just relax.” Garland taunts. Who could possibly relax like this. First time and not at all wanting it. Garland bites his lower lip. Had Yuriy not been impatient he could have been worked up much slower to what’s happening tonight. Dildos. Fingering. The whole fucking drawer of toys Garland owns before the man had to take a dick. But, Yuriy only has himself to blame for what happens here tonight.

Yuriy didn't have a chance to really prepare himself before Garland was pushing a finger into him. He let out a small yelp. It felt odd but much less painful than having a toy stuffed into him. He tried not to squirm as Garland pushed his finger in and out of him. He didn’t know how to feel about it. That is until Garland brushed on the spot that caused pleasure to shoot through his body. Yuriy arched and let out a gasp, signaling to Garland that he found that spot, “S-stop… No, don't touch me there.” Yuriy whined, red in the face. He didn’t want to take pleasure from this. He could feel his insides throb from the lingering pleasure. He love/hated that spot. It made everything bearable but at the same time it made it seem like he was actually enjoying what was happening to him. He didn’t want to give that pleasure to Garland. But he wasn’t in such a good position to deny the other man. Considering Garland could abuse his body in any way he wanted and there was nothing Yuriy could do about it.

[garland-apollon]

“You killed me!” (CyberneticIcePrince)

Garland hums in amusement as he circles his newest turned. A pretty little redhead who he will have so much fun with. “Are you sure? Look rather alive to me.”

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland shivered as Yuriy finally orgasmed for the last time tonight. He must smell of the man by now. Every inch of him. “Hmm…” He tiredly agrees, a smirk on his lips as he rests against the man. “I owe you several.” And several new doors throughout this building. Letting out a long breath, Garland slowly eased himself away from Yuriy, hissing as the man’s cock slips from his abused hole. “Fuuuck… If I wasn’t a vampire I’d be in such pain when we wake up.” Turning, he pulls Yuriy against him. A warm, lazy hug as the water washes away what they just did.

Even Yuriy’s muscles ached a bit from all the activity they did. Along with changing and then unchanging. That put a bit of stress on his body. He still didn’t feel fully like himself. Still felt so wild and beast-like. Yuriy grumbled when Garland pulled away. He almost pulled the man back but Garland pulled him into a hug before he could really complain. “I’m fine with that.” He chuckled. Garland deserved to have his own fun after Yuriy wrecked him and the apartment and a lot of other things. “Just think today you should rest after everything. Vampire or not, I’m sure it was exhausting.”

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland watches with unashamed glee as Yuriy fully strips. Nothing will be better than watching how the man fully reacts to everything he will do to him. “That’s very true. You have nothing to hide from me anymore.” Garland himself begins to strip too. First his shirts, then pants. Only his boxers remain with his obvious hard on straining against the fabric. “Will I need to?” Garland does wonder if it’ll be needed but after Yuriy’s futile escape attempt an hour earlier he doubts the idiot will try again. “I doubt it will make a difference anyways.” Garland remarks as he finally removes his boxers. Cuffs or not, Yuriy isn’t wanting to be here. “Move your legs… Yeah, like that.” Garland urges Yuriy to bend his legs up as he lies down. He can move them how he wants soon enough, but for now this is better. Garland moves onto the bed and into position, lube in his hand.

Yuriy refused to look up. He caught a glimpse at how hard Garland was and it sickened him. The bastard really was getting off to putting him in this terrible situation. “No… I won’t run.” There was no point to it. There was nowhere to go. At least the experience would be so much better not cuffed up. Made him feel like he had a little bit of control over what was happening to him. He tensed up a bit when Garland forced his legs in a better position. He felt so vulnerable and exposed. It made his face red with shame. He could only hope this wouldn’t drag on. Garland just has his fun and just leaves him alone after. He kept his eyes locked on the wall rather than Garland who was now between his legs. Nervousness was just written all over his face and body language. He had to remind himself that he was willingly doing this. It was just better to be willing and not relive the horror of last time being tied up and forced into the act.

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

“Takao?” Now that has Garland pausing. Takao?? “… If he was here, would you want him in your bed?” Garland can’t help the faint bubble of jealously that grows in his chest. At least with Boris Yuriy can know it would never happen. That his friend is completely submissive to Hiro now. A broken toy. But Takao is still free. Still himself. Still able to whisk Yuriy away if he really wanted. If the man even cared to know where Yuriy is considering everything BEGA is currently doing. “Not that it matters. I heard he and Kai have a thing anyways.” Garland shrugs, moving to get the lube from his bedside table. “You can if you want. Can take off just enough for it.” Garland smirks at that, curious on if Yuriy would strip or keep his shirt on. All Garland needs is his hole after all. Clothes or not, he’ll have his fun.

Yuriy looked a bit red. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Being with another man was taboo in his country. He is still confused by his own feelings about being with men and now it’s being forced on him by Garland. Yuriy flinched at the comment, looking hurt, “...Not surprised. They’ve always had a thing going.” Seemed they both completely forgot about him and his team. If something was going to happen, it would have happened months ago. Confirming that he has indeed been abandoned made what was about to happen all the more miserable. “Doesn’t matter really. You’ve seen everything anyway.” He sighed in a defeated tone, removing his shirt then his pants and boxers. It was clear how nervous he was. He was shaking. He slowly got on the bed knowing they were going to get there eventually. “Are you going to cuff me?”

[cyberneticiceprince]

The sun high as Boris lazed in his boat. Feet propped up and fishing line cast far into the ocean. He shouldn't be out here. Should be busy back in the house. Cleaning it. Fixing it. He'd been excited when he had inherited the old thing from some distant Uncle but upon arriving he's seen how much work it will take. Still... The view was stunning. Open beaches for miles with clear water crashing against the shore. Sighing contently, he moves the wide-brimmed hat further down his face to relax.

Yuriy had paced at the underside of the boat. It was muchsmaller then he was used too. Made for one or two people at most. Made it a challenge.Slowly Yuriy peaked out, the human remained unresponsive. Asleep maybe? Yuriy creptcloser and closer until his fingers were touching the side of the boat. Themerman had been known around her for stealing things off boats and out ofpeople pockets if he got the chance and Boris seemed like the perfect victim.Asleep. Relaxed. As long as Yuriy was smart the man would never know. Yuriymoved up onto the deck trying his best not to shift the boat too much. His eyesnever leaving Boris. So far so good. Yuriy slowly reached out touching thefirst pocket, there was something hard in it; A knife? Yuriy pulled it out toadmire it. It was one of those odd folded ones. Definitely a treasure. Yuriygrinned and put the knife in his bag next to him and went back for more.

[cyberneticiceprince]

blitzbomb​:

“Yes. Not only is it cold outside, the floor will cut up your feet if you keep walking all over it.” The path is a little rocky in places. Not the worst one around here. The path to the village is going to be a treat to get Yuriy down, that’s for sure. “Sand is fine, though. That won’t hurt you. And the grass. But the rocks are something you might slip on and cut yourself.” And Boris caused enough injuries to Yuriy when he smacked back on his boat. “Done. Let me help you up.” Boris stands, offering Yuriy his hand.

Yuriy lifted his leg up, admiring the boots. They felt heavy and weird. But so did the clothes. This seemed to be the downside to being human. Couldn’t just simply go naked everywhere. Yuriy reached up and grabbed Boris’s hand, pulling himself up. He wobbled a bit but managed to get up straight. He had no idea how he was going to walk in these odd things. He couldn't feel the ground and that was weird to him. “Human’s get hurt by so much.” Yuriy commented, shaking his leg a bit like an animal wearing something they didn’t want. “How do you even walk in these? They feel so weird.” They made his feet feel big and made him feel a bit off balance. “Can you hold my hand a bit until I get used to it? I don’t want to fall.”

[stro-blitz]

“Will you hate me now that you know that I’m a demon?” (CyberneticIcePrince)

Boris stared wide-eyed at Yuriy. A… Demon? It has seemed too strange to consider in the beginning but as time went on it became more obvious. He was the only one to stick close to Yuriy over all these years so of course the red-head would slip up but still… A demon. A fucking demon. “I… Don’t know.” They were close, closer than anyone has ever been in Boris’ life, but he can’t help but wonder if Yuriy ever did anything. He could have easily made Boris’ life worse just to make him suffer. Demons are not kind creatures after all. Or so the stories say.

[cyberneticiceprince]

blitzbomb​:

Boris stands up straight, eyes narrowing at the aggression on Yuriy’s face. Teeth clenching in a desperate attempt at not losing control. The sudden shift on his appearance takes Boris off guard. It’s Yuriy again. How he should be. “… So you won’t try to trick me into this?” Boris half wonders if it would even matter. Tricked or not, he’d forever be a demon. Soulless and evil. No doubt thanking Yuriy for changing him. “… I know you wouldn’t. But you could do this if you think it’ll help me. Make me stronger.” Not so vulnerable to the world. “This is just… I need.” Boris threads his fingers into his messy hair, trying to think straight. But it’s all too much. Things in the past starting to make sense now with this information. Things Boris missed.

“No.” Yuriy answered bluntly, “As I told you, I have no interest in doing it against your will. No matter what I am, you’re my best friend, I respect your wishes.” Yuriy was hoping to calm Boris’s nerves. He could feel the confusion coming off the human. Something he would find amusing on anyone else but this was Boris. He really had to convince him of his side. He’d really hate to have to force him. Even if Boris would thank him after. Listening to him struggle and cry beforehand would be irritating. It would just be so much easier if he gave in. “It’s not just about strength. I don’t want to outlive you. I don’t want to live in a world without you. Just think of it, we could travel. Go anywhere in the world without the fear of death. I know you’ve been wanting to see other places. Also think about how we would have the power to get back at all those who worked with Balkov. We could finally get revenge.” He tried to make it sound more and more appealing outside of just being a heartless monster. Boris would make such a beautiful demon. With Falborg’s power he would be untouchable like Yuriy. “You don’t have to make the choice right away. Think about it. You will find that the change is really quite pleasurable. Won’t hurt a bit.” If he was willing. 

[garland-apollon]

“You killed me!” (CyberneticIcePrince)

Garland hums in amusement as he circles his newest turned. A pretty little redhead who he will have so much fun with. “Are you sure? Look rather alive to me.”

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland pants out moan after delicious moan. Yuriy isn’t wrong at all. He’s so close to cumming, it’s maddening. Tight, hot feeling just building up and threatening to burst. Garland barely able to hold on and enjoy this pleasure for a little longer. But then Yuriy’s hand finds his weeping cock. Stroking in time with his brutal thrusts and finally pushing Garland over the edge. “Ah~” Garland moans loudly, his knees almost buckling from the force of pleasure ripping through him as Yuriy continues to pound into him.

Yuriy held him up, letting out a hiss as Garland orgasmed. The man was so tight around him. Basically milking him. He kept holding out a bit longer, burying his face in Garland’s hair as he continued to thrust right through Garland’s orgasm. Finally, Yuriy groaned, slamming into Garland’s wonderfully tight ass one more time before spilling his seed into him once more. The man must be full of so much cum at this point. Yuriy has cum into him over and over throughout the night. A nice way to stake claim on what was his. He wasn’t going to let anyone touch Garland. He was his. No one took what was his. He felt so possessive and loving. It was such a strange feeling. Was it because of the wolf? It made him feel so confused. “Garlanndd~” Yuriy breathed out. He pressed a kiss behind Garland’s ear before letting out a small laugh, “You owe me a good fucking later.” He teased. He knew Garland wouldn’t let him get away with being completely on top. The man was just too prideful. Something Yuriy liked about him.

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland smirks at that. This is going to be interesting. “Who made you consider it? It’s not Boris, is it?” If it is, then Garland might just have to laugh. Perhaps it would explain the violent reaction Yuriy gave when Garland showed him that sex tape he took of Boris and Hiro. How funny. “Hm? You want to face me?” Garland won’t lie, he’s surprised. Also, not sure if he can trust the man to behave. Perhaps he can just lie the man down and sit up himself. Keep away from that mouth and not give Yuriy any chance to hurt him. It’ll be a good view at least. Yuriy can’t hide his blushing face when he cums around Garland’s cock. “Come on then. I’ll be nice and let you lie on my bed for your first time.” What’s amusing is if Yuriy assumes Garland won’t want more tomorrow, then the man is sorely mistaken. Garland been wanting Yuriy since Balkov promised he could have the man.

Yuriy pressed his lips together considering not answering. Either way he was going to be mocked, “No… It was Takao.” He knew he had a certain level of feelings for Boris but couldn’t place them until Takao happened. The moment the boy freed him from Balkov with such a stupid smile on his face it couldn’t help but make Yuriy realize he liked boys more than he should. And then his feelings for Boris came. He let out a small sigh. None of that mattered anymore. They were both violently ripped from his life and here he was about to lay with his capture. He felt a bit sick. It was going to happen eventually, he’d rather do it by choice and on his terms. It would make him feel better about it over all. “You can handcuff me if you don’t trust me but I really would rather be able to watch you. I don’t want to be surprised and panic.” Besides, being face down would just bring up those awful memories of the toy. He didn’t want that weighing on him while he’s attempting to enjoy himself despite the situation. Yuriy let out a sigh of relief at that as he followed behind Garland back to his room. “Thanks… I actually really appreciate that.” Even if Garland wasn’t doing it for him. It still nice to be on the plush bed when everything happens rather than some uncomfortable, shameful surface. Yuriy swallowed a bit when they got to the room. “Should I uh strip?” When he was with women, they were usually in the heat of the moment. Both aroused. He was far from that at the moment. He was about to have sex with his abuser.

[cyberneticiceprince]

The sun high as Boris lazed in his boat. Feet propped up and fishing line cast far into the ocean. He shouldn't be out here. Should be busy back in the house. Cleaning it. Fixing it. He'd been excited when he had inherited the old thing from some distant Uncle but upon arriving he's seen how much work it will take. Still... The view was stunning. Open beaches for miles with clear water crashing against the shore. Sighing contently, he moves the wide-brimmed hat further down his face to relax.

Yuriy had paced at the underside of the boat. It was muchsmaller then he was used too. Made for one or two people at most. Made it a challenge.Slowly Yuriy peaked out, the human remained unresponsive. Asleep maybe? Yuriy creptcloser and closer until his fingers were touching the side of the boat. Themerman had been known around her for stealing things off boats and out ofpeople pockets if he got the chance and Boris seemed like the perfect victim.Asleep. Relaxed. As long as Yuriy was smart the man would never know. Yuriymoved up onto the deck trying his best not to shift the boat too much. His eyesnever leaving Boris. So far so good. Yuriy slowly reached out touching thefirst pocket, there was something hard in it; A knife? Yuriy pulled it out toadmire it. It was one of those odd folded ones. Definitely a treasure. Yuriygrinned and put the knife in his bag next to him and went back for more.

[cyberneticiceprince]

blitzbomb​:

“Yes.” Boris calls over his shoulder before turning into his room. He finds his own boots easy enough. Tossed aside last night when he was dealing with the merman. So those he puts on, along with a hoodie. Just a case of what would fit Yuriy. The man was roughly the same size as Boris. An inch or two shorter, slimmer build, but ultimately similar. Unlike Sergei, or Ivan, who are vastly different to Boris. Just hopefully his shoes fit. “Here.” Boris calls out as he comes down the stairs. He has some socks and a pair of trainers. Hopefully the laces will keep the shoes on the man better than a loose pair of boots. “These should work until we get you your own.” Kneeling in front of the man, Boris pulls one skinny ankle forward and works on slipping a sock over Yuriy foot.

Yuriy was so interested in seeing the outside. He could see a peak of it from the window on the door. He wanted to just get up and go but Boris probably knew best, even if he felt these steps were a little silly. He jerked his leg back a bit when it was grabbed, making a face when a sock was put on his foot. Felt weird. Like he wanted to shake it off. Legs and feet weren’t like fins, they needed protection, “Is this normal human things? This feels odd.” Yuriy commented, quick to pull his foot back when Boris was done so he could do the next one. That was something he’d need to learn, how to tie knots like that on the shoes. There seemed to be an endless list of things Yuriy needed to learn to be more human.

[garland-apollon]

“You killed me!” (CyberneticIcePrince)

Garland hums in amusement as he circles his newest turned. A pretty little redhead who he will have so much fun with. “Are you sure? Look rather alive to me.”

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

Garland’s eyes close as he groans deeply. He’s not going to last long, not after the night he had with Yuriy’s beastly side. “Fuck… Fuck, Yuriy….” He moans the man’s name hotly, his head hanging as he braces his hands more against the wall. Yuriy’s wonderful, brutal pace, almost rocking him against the tile with each thrust. Garland loves it. He shouldn’t, not with how he’s the leader here. He’s the one who turned Yuriy. They should be the other way round. Yuriy, hot faced, begging and moaning while Garland pounds away. But Garland simply can’t make himself hate this. Certainly can’t with how close to cumming he is.

A low growl rumbled in Yuriy’s throat. His hips didn’t slow down at all. Smashing against Garland’s tight ass. He was close too. He could feel himself throbbing inside Garland. After a long night of fucking, there was no way he was going to last long. “You going to come for me? I feel you tightening around me.~” A hand circled Garland’s cock and stroked at him. He moved in line with his thrusts trying to push the man over the edge. They both were going to sleep so good after this. Yuriy had worn them both out with his beast form. Yuriy bit down on Garland’s shoulder again. Making another mark that just wasn’t going to stay. The feeling behind it did. ‘Mine’ was easy to make out each time Yuriy left a mark on him.

[stro-blitz]

“Will you hate me now that you know that I’m a demon?” (CyberneticIcePrince)

Boris stared wide-eyed at Yuriy. A… Demon? It has seemed too strange to consider in the beginning but as time went on it became more obvious. He was the only one to stick close to Yuriy over all these years so of course the red-head would slip up but still… A demon. A fucking demon. “I… Don’t know.” They were close, closer than anyone has ever been in Boris’ life, but he can’t help but wonder if Yuriy ever did anything. He could have easily made Boris’ life worse just to make him suffer. Demons are not kind creatures after all. Or so the stories say.

[cyberneticiceprince]

blitzbomb​:

Boris scowls deeper, eyes growing dark. “To save me? So you blame me for your choice?” He didn’t ask Yuriy to make the deal. He would never have wanted Yuriy to give a part of himself up like this. But… They had been cold, starving. Exhausted after days of trying to survive as the cold of winter grew stronger. He hisses an annoying breath, eyes turning from Yuriy as he considers what the man did for their survival. He knew Balkov twisted and manipulated Yuriy in the Abbey, but for something else to do it to Yuriy before then? He should have known. “I don’t… I don’t want this, Yuriy.” The horns, the corruption. It’s not a life he wants to live.

“Don’t twist my words like that.” Yuriy clenched his teeth. If this was anyone else, they would have surely suffered for speaking to him in that way. With a sigh, he waved his hand, hiding his demonic traits once more. They certainly weren’t helping anything. “I’m not going to force this on you. Even if I want you to be with me, I want you to be with me willingly. It’s really not as bad as you think it is.” Granted, once Boris was changed, he wouldn’t know what he was missing anymore. He would be happy with what he is, just like Yuriy. “Why don’t you think about it. Not be so rash. You’re my best friend Borya, do you really think I’d do something to hurt you?”

[cyberneticiceprince]

garland-siebald​:

“How inexperienced? Like, not at all or only with women?” Garland sits back on his heels, placing the spray down and fiddling with the gauze and bandages. Yuriy might have to stay off this foot for a little while, just so the skin heals nicely and doesn’t cause an infection. But Garland isn’t sure. He should talk to someone later about it, but for now this will do. Yuriy still has to recover from Brooklyn’s attack to so not like the man will have the energy to do anything else after this. Hopefully. “And I wouldn’t say dying.” Garland chuckles at that. “It’s just easier if you comply and enjoy yourself.” No bitching or fighting. Just pale legs wrapped around his waist as Yuriy cums around him. Perfect. Garland gets to work wrapping the wound carefully and tightly. It’s not long until Yuriy’s foot is perfectly bandaged and Garland is standing again. He doesn’t bother to tidy away the rest of the medkit. He just offers Yuriy his hand, so the man can stand. “How do you want it to happen with me then? On your back? Facing away from me?” He laughs at that. Last time Yuriy was doggy style Garland filmed him cumming from a vibe up his ass. He doubts Yuriy wants that again.

“I’ve been with women, I just never thought about being with a man until recently.” Recently when he realized he had more feelings for Boris than friendship. What poor timing that was. They finally got it all out with each other and then this happened. He had to swallow back a ball in his throat threatening to form. No point in dwelling. Unless something changed, or some miracle happened, They were all screwed. He still slightly hoped that Kai was out there. Just as it was, there was no way he could make it out of this building by himself. He took Garland’s hand and stood up, “Basically the same thing.” Yuriy let out a small huff. Which turned into a cringe at Garland’s question. That punishment was still fresh in his mind, “Back. I would rather see what you’re doing.” He didn’t want to panic and start fighting. If this got him out of a terrible punishment, he’ll take it. Sex was nice with women, why wouldnt it be with a man? He really hoped he wasn’t just lying to himself to feel better about this.

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Garland just hums, indicating he’s listening to Yuriy as he searches the small medkit for what he needs. Yuriy’s wound doesn’t look too bad. Some antiseptic spray, some bandages. Should be fine to not free bleed everywhere. “Did you not realise you had no chance when you woke up here naked and in a cage? I wouldn’t have been able to get you up here on my own.” Granted, Yuriy hadn’t been naked when brought here, but that doesn’t matter. One look outside, and it’s obvious this room is high up. Kneeling on the floor, he pulls Yuriy’s foot forward and gets to work cleaning the mess. He’s about to spray the cleaned wound when Yuriy ‘demands‘ sex. Garland’s not sure if he could call it demanding, but it’s not begging either. Maybe this is a good thing. After all, he doesn’t want Yuriy to fear it. “Do you even know what it entails? What to expect I do to you?” Garland squeezes the spray, not caring if it stings Yuriy. A little pain for this will be good. Garland was about to have some fun with Hiro until Yuriy’s stunt halted that.

Yuriy pressed his lips together. He spent so much time desperately trying to get out, he never really put much thought in how he got there in the first place. How foolish. He’s been leading himself on with false hope. Yuriy let out a heavy sigh, “I didn’t think of that at the time. All I ever thought about was them… I’m sure you would have done the same if it were your teammates.” Maybe. Or maybe Garland was every bit as heartless as he thinks he is. Seemed like Garland was cared about. That Moses guy was ready to beat him down if something happened to Garland. The threat of that wasn’t enough to stop Yuriy from striking Garland down if he had the chance. Though what would even be the point of killing Garland? Surely he would be killed too. There was no winning. There was no saving himself or then others. Not unless some miracle happened. Yuriy was far from demanding. He knew better. He was more asking. Maybe pleading a little. “I know what sex is like. I’m inexperienced, not stupid.” He flinched at the cold spray. It stung but it was far from the worst pain he had been in. “You’ve been dying for me to be willing, here's your chance. I won’t fight you.” There was no telling when he would get his nerve back and start fighting Garland again. If there ever was going to be a point.