Pairing: Lev Landau x Trofim Lysenko. Warning for Lysenkoism.
Lev Landau attended the academy of sciences with low expectations. Even as a full member he felt he had little influence, in comparison with the juggernaut Trofim Lysenko.
Trofim rattled on stage with his ridiculous theories, his nonsensical vision of evolution he termed 'Creative Darwinism.'
Lev stood up and raised his hand. "You claim if a cow loses its ears, and in the next generation we continue to cut off the ears, sooner or later their descendants will be birthed earless."
Trofim raised his eyebrow. "Well Comrade Landau, it is crystal clear, is it not? This is the truth of the animal kingdom."
"Yet women are capable of losing their virginity," Lev retorted. "And their offspring are born virgins once again. The Jews have circumcised our young for 4000 years, yet still each generation we retain our foreskin."
Trofim frowned. Lev glared deep into the crackpot biologist's eyes. Surely Trofim was not a virgin. He'd married one of his interns after all. Lev himself was a believer in free love, he would take and kiss whoever he wished. Trofim the stuck-up nitwit was no doubt quite repressed. Lev stared into the fool's hardened gaze and licked his lips at the thought of breaking him, at ruining that practiced confidence. Trofim was surely a virgin in his most coveted place, that tantalizing hole that Lev salivated at the thought of penetrating.
The two gazed deeply, Lev growing hornier and hornier and Trofim decidedly flustered, until Trofim ended the session of the academy.
Trofim Lysenko was an imbecile, a dolt, a childish moron with no real scientific credentials to speak of. Yet Lev wanted him still. It was exactly that pompousness that made Lav stroke his cock madly at the thought of ruining him and the theories of Lysenkoism both.
Years later, Lev signed a letter to comrade Khrushchev demanding Trofim's dominance of biology in the USSR come to an end. Lev was one of three hundred other scientists to sign what would come to be known as the 'Letter of the Three Hundred.' When Trofim witnessed him penning his name on the page he was devastated.
"Lev," he gasped. "I respected you. Admired you. We were comrades! How could you?"
His pleading turned to sobs, and Lev once again felt his cock grow hard. He covered his lap and ignored it, too focused on his duties to consider exposing himself to the object of his desire. He shooed Trofim off and submitted the letter.
Of course the benevolent comrade Khrushchev dismissed the letter, and Trofim was allowed to keep his position. Lev was outraged. If he could not discredit Trofim through traditional channels then he had no choice but to visit him in the night.
Lev found him reading in his chambers, alone and lost in thought. He frowned upon seeing Lev. "What do you want?"
Trofim's bratty pout. His tired eyes. The awkward twitch in his hips. Lev could not help himself. He was already hard.
"Trosha..." Lev moaned. Trofim balked at his familiarity, and was caught wholly off guard when Lev pounced.
"Lev!" He pawed and tried to push the other scientist off, but Lev was hungry. He pinned Trofim to his bed tore off his shirt. He scratched at Trofim's chest and made him whimper in fear. He tasted the sweat on Trofim's neck and the tears on his face with his tongue. He groaned as Trofim quivered under him and grinded his cock into the defenseless scientist.
Lev was so hard he could hardly think. He certainly couldn't think all that methodically. He shoved his tongue in Trofim's mouth and the two scientists kissed recklessly. Lev delighted in the deep moans and pathetic whimpers the other scientist made under him.
"Trosha my Trosha," he groaned. "I want to ruin you!"
"Lev!" Trofim cried pathetically.
"Your theories are ridiculous!" Lev said as he tied up Trofim's wrist above him. "Your mind is incoherent! I will take my Nobel prize and you will have nothing! End your career and become my plaything!"
Trofim protested with sneering swear words. Lev tired of his miserable pseudo-intellectualism and gagged his mouth, turning those pretentious protests into pained whimpers. Lev was leaking his boxers, but held back. He wouldn't be truly satisfied until Trofim had completely unraveled.
Lev shoved off his underwear, spat on his hand and stroked Trofim roughly. The scientist's eyes lolled back into his head and he bit down on his gag. Lev shoved a finger inside him, then another, thrusting up into the man's prostate as he pumped his cock. Trofim came pathetically fast, but Lev didn't slow down for a second.
"Look at that," Lev cooed. "Your anal virginity, gone! Now all your descendants shall have gaping holes as you do!"
Trofim whined some ridiculous refutation, but Lev ignored him. The gag squashed it down regardless. Once Lev milked his cock a few more times it was red and pained, twitching with tortured pleasure. Lev opened his own asshole with his fingers, watching Trofim's eyes follow him with lust. The scientist's eyes widened in fear as Lev lowered himself onto his cock. He whimpered into the gag, no doubt claiming he had cum too much already and wouldn't be able to take it, but to Lev's ears it was nothing but temptation.
Lev moved his hips up and down, taking in Trofim's larger cock and using the scientist like his personal dildo. He moaned loud, no doubt loud enough others in the house would hear. But it was of no matter. Free love, free cum, right?
Trofim continued to cum inside him, gasping for breath each time. Lev ran his hands along Trofim's chest, hips, and shoulders, gripping him firmly and digging into his skin. He marked him up as he milked his cock, extracting orgasm after orgasm until he felt the pressure on his prostate build. When he came it was hands-free, powerful, made him shake and quiver on top of Trofim with a shriek.
In the aftermath he kept Trofim tied up, but removed the gag.
"Oh, Trosha. My lovely Trosha..." He pet the scientist's cheek and kissed his neck. "Did you feel good? You are mine now. No more silly theories, understand?"
Trofim spat at him. "You are disgusting. I never wish to be inside you ever again, nor do I wish to collaborate with you scientifically!"
Lev ran his thumb along Trofim's lips, then shoved a couple fingers in his mouth. "Oh quiet you." This disobedience would be gone, shortly. Lev would make sure of it.
Real life Serov/Shafarevich yaoi would be the now old powerless and irrelevant Ivan and mathematics professor Igor meeting in a park in Moscow and Shafarevich challenges the disgraced chekist to a chess match
I LOVE STALOTOV!!!!! it's basically old timey putvedev and i love both ships so much. i don't get why it's not more popular. the cruel tyrant x his taller submissive boytoy is always peak. molotov wanted that old man so fucking bad he could not stop dickriding stalin until the moment he died. i also know for sure stalin purged zhemchuzhina because he was jealous and wanted molotov all to himself. molotov loves how possessive and toxic stalin is ofc he can't get enough of his mean alpha <333
