Summary: Sitting on his lap in a luxurious room with a comfy velvet couch exceapt with his teeth digging on to your skin like an apple
Fyodor x reader
Warnings: sort of nsfw (nothing smutish happens) , suggestive, hickeys, biting, no pronouns, fyodor gets turned on by reader
Genre: suggestive *very*
"Until blood drips, just like the sugery sweet from an apples skin~"
"fyodor?" you softly call out your lovers name from the frame of the door waiting for an answer. "yes, my love. Come in" he answers back.
You walk towards his sitting position where he was peeling, the smooth red peels slowly coming off to the silver linen plate.
"sit on my lap, my little mouse" his voice carries a hint of command as it soothes your ears. His lap is all ready for you, the black pant he wears perfectly suites his thin legs.
A sweat drips down your jaw feeling nervous to do something so intimate, its rare to see him so attracting and physical.
Your steps make a clacking noise on the clean tiles of the floor. The room has a somewhat red light to it, glowing red tulips stuck beneath the glass floor.
Truly an ethereal feeling but what deeply excites you the most is placing your each of your thighs beside his, making his legs stuck between your legs.
You could feel this red lit room fill up woth tension, your breathe internally screaming for some type of touch.
"What is it my dear, do you need something?" his teasing voice only makes you stutter more. Fyodor takes a bit out of the crimson red apple and keeps the fruit on the table, turning his attention to yours.
He only smiles, a scary yet so very handsome look in his eyes. His nail bitten fingers slowly reach for your chin, pulling you closer to his face before pushing the piece of the fruit into your mouth which you had to chew on
"Swallow" he commands and you oblige, slowly munching on the sweet fruit.
As you did, you could feel cold hands grab your wrist and pull them towards him, the man's breathe hovering over the nape of your skin.
His tongue glazed your neck, a simple lock turning into a love bite making you yelp. "fedya..." you moan out his name, needy.
Your words fall on his ears making him grin and only indulging in placing more bruises in other parts of your neck, turning them red.
"Do you not enjoy this, my little mouse?" he asks as you could only feel your weight loosening on his lap which gives him more access to you collarbone.
Again you remain silent, you whimpering only turning him on to place more hickeys on your collarbone, who knew what was going on in his mind?
And by the end of this lovely heated session, your neck would probably be filled with red like a new grown apple tree
(A little old fyodor fic of mine that's been rotting in my drafts for sooo long. The character has a name and a vague physical description but feel free to ignore them if you want. It's ooc and kinda pointless. So yeah... the new chapter is gonna come out and people might hate him even more so might as well get this over with. Not proofread.)
"You love him despite the burden of Atlas resting on his shoulders,
And he loves you despite the death still clinging to your lips,
and the blood drying at its corners. What a pair you make."
"I have an idea of… how I’m going to make it up to you." He paused a moment, and smirked at her.
"Though… you’ll have to do me a small favour first."
"A favour, hm? Well... It depends. It depends on what you want me to do for you, but I'll accept. I'll humour you this time and accept without asking what it is." Anna's tone was amused, the amusement bleeding into her gaze as she looked up at him from her book.
"So, what is it that you want from me?"
Fyodor laughed again, and leaned forward as he spoke.
"You seem very confident that you would be willing to do what I ask, though I haven’t even told you what it is… And you don't appear trusting at all..."
He looked her up and down, his smirk growing bigger.
"I think I’ll let you stay in ignorance, just so I can see the look on your face when you realise what you agreed to…"
Anna shot him an unamused glare, mentally face-palming at his smug yet childish antics.
"Now, of course you'd do that, why am I even surprised?" The lady spoke out with a tone that indicated she was used to this, a little bit disappointed but still used to it, as she let out an audible sigh.
Fyodor couldn’t keep a straight face any longer.
"That is… precisely why I’m doing it. I just want to see your face when you realise you agreed to something extremely humiliating. You know me too well, you shouldn’t be surprised at this point."
Fyodor couldn’t hold back a laugh any longer, and started to snicker.
"Trusting you is always a mistake." She said, trying to fight off the genuine smile creeping up her lips.
It was a nice change of pace seeing fyodor laugh, it's been long since she saw him even smile. It didn't matter if it costed her a bit of her dignity to fulfill his favour. It didn't matter if it was something slightly humiliating. She was willing to make that sacrifice, but he didn't have to know that.
"Please, do enlighten me with what it might be, or you'll have to spend the night in your office. Your choice." She mused with a faux cheery tone and set the book down on the coffee table next to her, a bit to hide her anticipation.
Fyodor chuckled once again when he sensed her dread. He was amused that she was so willing to fulfil his favour, without even knowing what it is.
"So you’re fine with something humiliating happening to you, as long as you're think you might be pleasing me? Interesting…"
Fyodor thought for a minute, then decided to tell her what he had in mind.
"I’m assuming you remember what a ‘maid’ is?"
Thirty seconds of awkward silence later...
She was sending daggers his way with her stare.
"No, fyodor. No. Not that weird shit again..."
She was taken aback by his request but not surprised. She was surprised he could say that with a straight face.
"Do you know how weird that is? My dignity doesn't allow me to do that again. I wasn't born into a long line of noble blood for you to dress me up as a japanese servant whenever you're feeling bored."
He'd coaxed her into doing it before, she wasn't going to do that again. That you could tell from the venomous stare she was sending his way.
Fyodor couldn’t hold back another snicker anymore. He knew how she felt, but he couldn’t help how amusing he found it.
"Oh come now, it would be fun! Not for you, of course." Fyodor grinned, as he started to speak again. "I just want to see you look ridiculous as a maid. I don’t think that’s too much to ask." He feigned a look of self-righteousness, bringing the wine glass to his lips to conceal that devilish self-satisfactied grin of his.
"I'd like to see you dressed as a clown too, darling." She gave him a forced smile, batting her eyelashes with false innocence. "Fedya, darling, that's mortifying. Ask something else. You're supposed to be making it up to me that you forgot our anniversary."
Fyodor smiled a thin smile, and leaned back in his seat.
"I did not forget the date, sweetheart. It was simply bad timing. And I'm sitting here with you now, honoring you wishes. So I'd appreciate it if you stopped complaining about it."
His smirk grew a bit, as he thought of another idea.
"Though, I certainly do have another request for you."
"Oh, you..." Anna smiled, shaking her head with faux disappointment.
"Oh come now, I’m sure this one will be easy for you to fulfill... Come closer, sweetheart. I've missed your warmth..."
She blinked a few times, her expression shining with amusement. "Whatever you say, darling..."
She let loose of her hair that was up in a braided bun, before walking up to him. She nudged herself between his knees, planting a kiss on his jawline.
"Now is that close enough for your liking, sir?" Her voice came out as an amused purr.
Fyodor grinned, seeing her give in so easily and let her hair down. Though there was a slight hint of amusement, he genuinely appreciated her willingness to humour him.
"Yes… Very much so."
He ran his fingers through her hair, a deep exhale left his lips that signalled both his satisfaction and serenity. Her eyes fluttered shut as well, that seemed to be relaxing for her too.
But apparently, she couldn't, by any means, get rid of the inevitable dread that found its way to her stomach whenever he acted that nice.
So she asked.
"Though, I may have to ask, what's with this sudden burst of affection? Is there something that you're not telling me?"
Fyodor seemed to hesitate with his answer for a second.
"Nothing at all… it’s just… I do find it amusing to see you submit and humour my wishes…"
He frowned and hesitated, before saying something else.
"Is that alright? Am I getting too excessive… too demanding?"
"No, not at all..."
Anna mumbles under her breath, turning her torse around so her chest brushed, her gaze easing once she found his.
"To be honest... I revel in this affection."
She spoke out softly.
"Only because it comes from you."
She said, her gaze as soft and tender as a spring breeze. She pressed a chaste peck to his cheek, a red mark coloring his pale face.
He turned his head and looked down at Anna as she leaned in closer to him. His face was now a bright red, but he didn’t even care. His eyes locked with hers as his heart rate accelerated.
Oh how hard it was to hide this much fondness... Even a demon like him couldn't.
He smiled, and returned her kiss with a soft one on her forehead.
"Your affection is well received…" He said softly, before pausing to give her another kiss on the cheek.
"…And returned. I… don’t deserve to be treated this kindly, not after what I have done…"
Her gaze softened as she looked at him, softened with a hint melancholy in them.
"I... myself am also far from a saint. It's not rotten work for me. I love you, remember?"
Anna spoke as she fixed his collar and brushed back his hair, just like she always did. As if the words she said were mundane things, that she could say at any time. He could ask her for her heart and she'd give it to him, whole.
Oh, what a waste of precious devotion...
Fyodor looked at her affectionately, it reminded him of the times she would brush back his hair before bed. He couldn’t contain the smile that spread across his face as he saw her like this once again.
He wasn't too far gone...
Was he?
"I…" He said, then stopped himself. It would've been laughably pathetic if he continued talking like that, but...
"Anna dear, would you… still love me that much? If I kept pushing things too… too far?"
His lady dodged his eyes, her eyes focused on the collar of his shirt.
His white shirt, stained with red droplets of blood. Once again.
She sighed.
"Fyodor dostoevsky,"
Full name, it didn't take a genius to figure out she was getting fussy.
"Why are you even... asking me such questions?"
Fyodor was startled when she said his full name, he wasn't used to her speaking to him like he was a kid and was going to get in trouble for something.
"Why am I...?" He echoed her question with his expression shifting into a grimace, as he pondered for a moment.
"...How far can I push things until I've taken it too far?" He clarified.
"It depends on you. It depends on how much you're willing to forgive yourself for. The further you're willing to go for the sake of your plans, for the the greater good, the more you're going to lose yourself."
She said, her face downcast.
"I'm a lost cause, but listen... Dearest, for every crime, there is punishment. You know better, right?"
Her tone was firm but filled with something warm, akin to affection.
Fyodor thought about what she said, and sighed at her words. She was right, of course. But... that was the cost of getting what he wanted. It would be worth it.
"I’m well aware, dear…"
Fyodor shifted his gaze to the floor. He knew that he was already falling deep down the slope, and his thoughts and mind were becoming corrupt and twisted. But that wouldn’t matter, not in the end.
Anna observed his expression with an arched brow and leaned closer. She was still sitting on his lap, her hair loose. This showed that this was far from a serious conversation but his heart said otherwise. The closer she was, the heavier her words weighed on his heart.
"I hope your awareness spreads to more than one category."
She mumbled, still not not looking him in the eyes.
"Don't lose yourself in empty promises. Or else the promised land will be where you'll... finally be buried."
Anna's words ended with a deep sigh, it wasn't one of disappointment but one to indicate she was trying to unwind.
He listened to her words. She sounded like a priestess trying to warn a guilty man of his inevitable fate, but unable to due to the seal of confession. He wanted to tell her that he understood, and he would never lose himself. But he knew that that would be a complete lie. The man he used to be had died a long time ago, a long long time ago…
"And what if that’s the only way for me to achieve my final goal?" He asked softly, finally looking at her again.
"Would you still stand by me? Or… would you walk away for my own good? Would it be for the sake of that promise?"
"I..."
She gulped, looking down, it was hard to swallow the guilt.
"I think I've told you that the promise... isn't the reason I've stayed. It... never was. I... would walk with you to hell itself... Because I... know I wouldn't be able to stop you if you go too far."
Fyodor noticed the sarrow on his lady’s face, she had no idea just how true her words really were. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle, albeit it was a rather painful one.
"If you really mean that… then you’re just as corrupt as I am…"
"Yes,"
She muttered.
"Yes, I am..."
Another sigh escaped her lips as she got off his lap, sitting down next to him, she began braiding her hair again.
He watched with nothing, absolutely nothing, behind those eyes as she went to sit down next to him.
"You sound… regretful." Fyodor said as he kept glancing down at his lap.
"I'm... not regretful."
She dismissed, trying to look like she's busy interlacing the three strands of white hair as the weight of her words became more evident on her face.
"So... Are we still... celebrating our anniversary?" She spoke with uncertainty while putting her hair up, she sounded lost, it was unfamiliar to his ears.
Anna was still braiding her hair like she used to. It was almost nostalgic for him. He didn’t know if it meant anything, but he knew that it was reassuring.
"Yes… I think we should. We can spend the rest of the night together… I’ll make it up to you for forgetting about it earlier." He said with a neutral tone of voice. It was rare for him to be sincere, at least when it wasn’t a part of his plans.
"That's a relief... You've been so busy with work, you've barely caught a wink of sleep."
It was rare fedya came to bed at night, no matter how much she wished he would. curling into his side always helped her rest easier. his presence is a calming one, maybe only to her.
Fyodor sighed and nodded, rubbing his forehead as he looked away.
"We’re both stretched pretty thin aren’t we?" His words came out as a tired admission and Anna gave him another sweet smile. "Perhaps we should go to bed, hm?"
Fyodor thought about what she said, before a smile spread across his face.
It was nice to be wanted, to have her actually want him to stay next to her.
"Yes… I'm pretty exhausted." Fyodor agreed, slowly rising up to his feet and starting to walk to the bedroom with her.
"It's a pleasant surprise for you to actually admit it, sir." She noted with a faint smirk.
The new hideout was barely furnished, it was nothing, not nearly as comfortable as a hotel room. Other than a few chairs and paper files neatly placed on top of one another, there wasn't anything else in the room. His office in the basement was the most busy, littered with wires. His monitors were the only source of illumination in that room.
Their bedroom was no exception, a bed, an armoire and a bookshelf, nothing more.
It was a new hide out every few months. He would've felt ashamed, if it wasn't for her overwhelmingly sweet compliance. she was his bride for God's sake.
Fyodor took a seat on their bed, and watched as she reached for her towel. He was silent for a moment, until he faintly spoke.
"I do agree that I should sleep… it’s just, my thoughts never rest…"
"I know dear, I know..." Anna whispered, observing him with a hint of concern in her eyes, which was a rarity.
He sighed, before looking over at the corner of the room. It was dimly lit, as it was the only corner with a lamp present, and he shifted his gaze towards where his shadow was being projected. Though he spoke softly, he sounded tired as he spoke.
…"Do you mind if I tell you something…?"
..."Go on."
She slowly looked in his direction, her eyes already questioning the exhaustion in his tone.
Fyodor slowly sighed, he took his time to gather his thoughts before he spoke.
"The only time my mind actually… stops thinking…"
He paused for a moment, as if considering whether or not continuing with that admission was a good choice.
"…Is when I sleep next to you."
Fyodor looked at her, his own face bearing an unexpected amount of vulnerability in it. The last time he had felt this bare… was a really long time ago.
Anna's face had surprise in it for a moment, before her lips curved into a coy smile. It was something she never expected she'd hear him say. The traces of surprise melted into a look of affection. It was rare of him to be like this, fyodor could tell that colour rushed to her cheeks despite the dim lighting of the room.
She walked towards their bed and... plastered her hand right on his forehead, checking for a fever.
"The last time you were talking like this, you had pneumonia... Are you well, darling?"
She said, dead serious as she pressed the back of her hand to his chest, trying to detect a rise of body temperature.
Fyodor was visibly surprised for a moment when she pressed her hand to his forehead, checking his temperature. He thought she was going to give a flirty remark on his behavior… And instead she was acting like a mother checking on her child. Not going to lie, it was embarrassing.
"I-I'm quite fine…" Fyodor reassured her with an awkward expression, his cheeks were slightly red, which he quickly hid by averting his gaze. He found it a little amusing that she thought he had some sort of infection, that it was the only reason why he could admit his feelings of vulnerability to her.
"You also said that last time. 'Mister perfectly fine'..."
Her brows furrowed slightly, concern visible in her expression. Fyodor had a long history of disregarding his own health for the sake of his scheming, anna had, unfortunately, had to grow used to it.
She let out a quiet sigh when she didn't find any signs of severe illness, maybe he was just weary.
"I don't know when to believe you, fedya... I never know."
Anna plopped down on the bed next to him, her eyes focused on the ceiling.
Fyodor’s eyes followed her gaze as she looked up at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, as he felt the calmness of exhaustion wash over him. It was a nice feeling indeed, even if he felt that he didn’t necessarily deserve it. This quiet moment they were having was one that they both truly needed…
"Maybe that’s the point… for you to never know." Fyodor said softly, as he chuckled quietly to himself. He looked over at her, his eyes lingering over her.
Her upper lip twitched in mild annoyance as he said that.
"You know darling, you should praise me more for keeping up with all of your mind games." Sarcasm was evident in her tone as she sat up on the bed, giving him a look of amusement.
"You worry me too much..." She admitted, a bit hesitantly.
Fyodor noticed the sarcasm in her tone, as he gave her a playful roll of his eyes.
"Well, forgive me for trying to make your day interesting." Fyodor said jokingly, before taking time to actually praise her. It was a rare occasion indeed where he did." But yes, I suppose you should be applauded for keeping up."
"Oh, please..."
Anna huffed in response to his sarcastic remark. "That's the least I can do. After all... I do find your mind games entertaining."
She got off their bed, reaching down to grab her towel again.
Fyodor’s smile grew, and his eyes followed her as she stood up off of the bed and reached for her towel. The way she smiled was quite endearing, and a part of him felt the urge to compliment her on it… but then he decided against it, as he thought it would be odd if he did.
"Now isn’t that a nice thing to hear?" Fyodor teased, as he laid back down on their bed. Still not wanting to fall asleep just yet.
She merely shook her head at his teasing as she walked towards the bathroom, though she didn't seem bothered at all.
"Fine, sir. just sleep. I'll be back soon."
A small smile from her and the bathroom closes shut.
The light from the bathroom was kind of bothersome, it disturbed his eyes and robbed the room of its peacefulness. The sound of water from the shower came a bit later, but it was comforting in its own way. He could hear the soft sound of water as she began to take a shower. He looked at the bathroom, before averting his gaze elsewhere as he thought about the conversation that they had just had. It was funny… just minutes ago he was admitting that he felt the closest to calmness when he slept next to her, and now she was taking a shower.
Fyodor sighed, before shifting around on the bed, slowly beginning to rest his eyes as the sound of water washed away.
The bathroom door slowly creaked open after sometime. He could hear anna stifling a curse at how loud the goddamn door was. Funny, she probably thought he had fallen asleep, hence she was tip toeing to the closet to get her clothes, careful not to wake him up. He stayed still though, not wanting to give away the fact that he was in fact awake.
He laid in a relaxed way, his eyes still closed, as he waited for her to grab her things as she tried not to make too much noise. Anna gently lifted the covers and slipped under them, right next to him. She couldn't resist the urge to lean in and press a kiss to his cheek.
Fyodor’s body stiffened at the unexpected contact from her. He hadn’t been expecting it, as he never expected her to give him a kiss of her own accord… but it felt nice indeed.
Her hair was still damp and the long-sleeved blue dress had given its place to a loose fitting night dress, which was far comfier.
And she felt him smiling while at it.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
She whispered apologetically.
He let out a long breath as he heard her apologies, as he quickly shook his head.
"Mm… no, no…" Fyodor muttered back, as he turned to face her and opened his eyes. When his eyes settled on her, he had a smile on his face.
"So you were awake, huh?" She asked calmly, propping her chin on his chest as she lies down on top of him.
"That doesn't justify the fact that you didn't even bother to change your shirt, fedya..." Another mindless complaint. She twirled a strand of his hair around her finger as she waited for him to speak.
He slowly brought her even closer to him. He enjoyed these moments, these peaceful moments with her where they could let their guards down. A part of him wanted this night to last forever, if only it actually could…
"I... just couldn’t stop thinking about what we spoke of earlier… how I couldn’t rest when I’m not next to you." Fyodor said simply, not even bothering to lie.
Her lips curved into a smile, a smile that fyodor could feel its absolute sincerity in the darkness of the room.
"I'll be here whenever you need warmth. Whatever I can give, is all yours."
After a few moments of her tender gaze, her smile morphed into something more teasing.
"I'll ask again, what's with you acting all sweet tonight? I feel like you're bribing me..."
Fyodor felt her play with his hair, and it felt like a pleasant sensation, one that he didn’t get too often. He had to stifle a chuckle at how her initial smile turned into a teasing one, that’s how he knew her so well. A smile on her face was almost always either genuine or fake, and Fyodor could always tell which one it was. He couldn’t help but appreciate how much of herself she was willing to share with him, even if that meant playing this little teasing game of hers. He smirked when she mentioned him acting sweet.
"So you caught on… I am trying to bribe you." Fyodor said, playfully.
"Oh... Are you? I wonder why..." She said, pulling lightly on the single strand of his hair that she was twirling around her finger.
"Are you going to let yourself get captured for the sake of some information again and then die by their hands again?" Anna asked, her eyes losing that gleam of playfulness in them.
Fyodor shifted around in their bed, as he sighed once more, and looked down at the small strand of his hair in her finger.
"I know you despise it whenever I do that…" Fyodor stated softly.
"I..."
Her eyes flickered up to his violet ones as she gulped. But she eventually ate her words, the complaints dying on her tongue. He did listen, but didn't care. Anna sometimes forgot she was in no position to criticise him for his plans, she had no say in that regard, her complaints didn't matter to him.
"Please… don’t apologize…" Fyodor whispered, tone deceivingly soft. He never liked seeing her upset.
"My worries are needless, right? I apologise." Her tone and vocabulary changed quickly. She shifted herself, getting off his chest and lying down on her side of the bed.
Anna let out a soft sigh, not bothering to turn around and face him.
The topic of his reckless behavior was a sensitive one for her, especially when he chose to disregard her worries for the sake of his own gains. He knew that she couldn’t do anything about it, and she knew that too. That’s why she would give up so easily. But she made these complaints anyway, because she couldn’t stand to see him put himself in danger. Her heart was always in the right place… But he didn’t need her worries, he never did.
"I just..."
"If I don't apologise, you'll tell me that I'm giving you an attitude, meddling with the things I don't understand." She whispered, trying not to come off as agitated.
She paused, deciding against saying thr words she wanted to say.
Fyodor listened to her words, as his gaze stayed on her back. He knew that the slightest bit of sarcasm would immediately get her to back off, the fact that she cared so much about his safety made her rather easy to pick apart and put down.
"You really do give me an attitude often, do you know that…" Fyodor mumbled, a small smirk formed on his lips as he thought to himself about how easily he could get a reaction out of her. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he liked making her worry... Okay, maybe just a tiny bit...
Her shadowy figure inhaled air, her chest rising and falling with an audible sigh.
"Whatever you say, dearest." Her voice was firm yet somber at the same time.
Eventually, Anna shifted in bed, now facing him.
"Guess I can be the plush toy that helps you ease your thoughts and fall asleep, hm?" She muttered, her whisper is a bittersweet symphony. But her eyes aren't bittersweet as she reached out to twirl a strand of his hair around her finger and watched with familiarity as his slick hair falls back into place, not even curling one bit.
Those whispers from her made his heart beat faster. She'd never said anything but the truth to him, but in this case, fyodor thought it was a little bit of an exaggeration on her part. She had been a lot more useful than that.
"Why yes, you have been of good use of helping me fall asleep. You’re very comfortable… and quite pleasing to look at, especially when you decide to lay closer to me." Fyodor teased as he looked down at her hand, watching as she fiddled with his hair.
She pulled at the strand, hard enough to make him wince.
"Oh... Am I now?"
She asked playfully, tilting her head to the side.
"I wonder... what could possibly make you think that way?"
She mumbled, arching her brow with faux wonder.
He had to keep himself from letting out a groan as she pulled at his hair so abruptly. Her tone seemed amused, in a way that he could barely pick up on. It was so subtle that he couldn’t tell if it was her genuine tone, or if she was just masking her actual feelings.
“Your beauty, of course…” He looked into her eyes as he spoke his response in a calm and casual tone, unphased by the tug she just gave him.
That wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, but she didn't let her face drop, she was grateful for his flattery and gave him a weak smile. Ruining the peace of the moment wasn't an option, she was enjoying it as well. Fyodor allowing himself to rest like this was a rare sight.
So she leaned in to kiss him while whispering:"I appreciate your sweet talk, darling..."
Part of him found her willingness to play along with him even though she could tell he was deflecting to be quite commendable, her ability to hold her ground and pretend was impressive. He smiled softly as he kissed her back, before whispering. "What if it was genuine this time?" Fyodor looked into her eyes, giving her a suggestive smirk as he watched her reaction closely, wondering how she would take that.
Anna went still for a second, eyes wide in momentary surprise. Then she let out a soft sigh before reaching out to undo the buttons on his shirt, the same one he wore to work that he hadn't bothered to take off.
"So you caught on this quick, huh?" She mumbled, her lips twitching into a coy smile.
"Can't say I'm surprised..."
She said, the smile lingering.
"So you really think you’re just a plush toy to help me fall asleep? Do you really think you’re that useless to me?"
Ah...
She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at him. She sighed internally.
Of course, it was a matter of usefulness to him...
"No... I really don't."
But she brushed it all aside as she got down to the last button of his shirt, he sat up a bit and she slid it off of his shoulders, easing him out of it. The undershirt was much better, japan's humid weather was really bothersome.
"You know me by now…" He said, as he shifted around, trying to pull her closer to him.
Dazai tilts his head, his gaze unnervingly intent. “And why do you care? Do you hate my music— or do you hate that I play it better than you?”
“What I hate,” Fyodor hisses, “is that you have disguised your arrogance as brilliance. You waste a gift that was made to be worshipped.”
Dazai’s expression shifts, his eyes gleaming with something that sends a shiver down Fyodor’s spine.
“And if I followed your words— played to please you, earn your favor,” he murmurs, stepping close enough to feel the warmth of his breath, “would you worship me, Fyodor?”
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Amadeus Fyozai AU, oh my! Fyodor and Dazai are rival composers in Vienna, and it gets way more intense than it has any right to.
New Fyozai fic that has fully possessed me! Two chapters have been posted already; the rest is outlined and will be written soon. Please check it out!
