Typhoon

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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fei Long/Mikhail
Spoilers: NT
Summary: A typhoon hits Hong Kong, Mikhail uses this opportunity to pay Fei Long a visit...

Disclaimer: These characters belong to Yamane Ayano, not me.
Author's Note: This is quite an old story that I finally managed to translate into English.
beta: angel0399 Thanks so much for turning this into something readable! ^^
Special thanks also to kajornwan for making me do this *hugs*



The reporter’s thin and toneless voice was partially distorted by the static noise of the television, but only fragments reached Fei Long’s ears. He was sitting absent-mindedly in his armchair, with numb fingers wrapped around a cup of hot tea, starring at the huge window veiled by raindrops.

“…number eight tropical cyclone warning…”

“…flights will have to be delayed…”

“…are advised to avoid going outside and stay indoors…”

Fei Long wrapped the white bathrobe tighter around his body. With the present weather conditions in Hong Kong as they were, work would have to be cancelled or postponed. It was very irritating, but maybe it was a good opportunity to calm down and take some time out.

That was what he mentally repeated over and over again.

The only problem was, he didn’t want some time out or calmness. Resting and tranquility only made him think, and that was exactly what he was trying to avoid.
Because once he started thinking, his thoughts inevitably drifted towards him. This man, who he hated and loved at the same time with a formerly unknown intensity, who had deprived him of his soul and heart and whose face never left him, whether he was awake or asleep. The man he had tried to fight.

And had lost against.

Once again the whole scene replayed in his head-- it was just a few days ago, on his boat. He’d witnessed the intimate tenderness between Asami and Akihito, after they had been reunited despite all the trials and tribulations. He’d seen the affectionate gesture with which the mafia leader had stroked his young lover’s hair, the passionate tears the boy had shed… and then they had left the boat and his life, with Asami’s arm around Takaba’s shoulders, together, in love.

As much as Fei Long’s heart tensed at the thought, he had to face the bitter reality. Asami felt something for the boy; he was more than a mere toy to him. He had followed him even to Hong Kong, had done everything to get him back. The two of them were together. They were lovers. There was no space left for Fei Long. Once again, he had been left behind.
He moaned in frustration and rose from his armchair, pacing restlessly towards the panorama window, which was hit harder and harder by the lashing rain.

This was exactly why he didn’t want to think. This was exactly why he had literally thrown himself into work the last few days, had worked overtime, had held all kinds of overdue meetings and accepted invitations he would never have considered otherwise.

Why did it have to come to this? He was totally aware of the fact that he had ridiculed himself in front of everyone. The great Fei Long, face of the Hong Kong underworld, had dropped all of his common sense, rationality and keen mind in order to pursue his long-lost love that he had lost to an insignificant brat that had crawled out of some hole in Tokyo.
It sounded even more pathetic when he put it that way.

How on earth was he supposed to go on?

And why, by all means, did this typhoon have to hit Hong Kong just now?

Suddenly his dark thoughts were invaded by something else beside the reporter’s voice- his ringing cell phone.

Fei Long sighed. Whoever this was, he better had something damn important to say.

“Hello?” he answered, trying to banish the irritated tone from his voice.

Something told him that this meant nothing good. And he was right.

“Fei Laoban, you have a visitor. We told him you were busy and not ready to see anyone, but he was impossible to get rid of. He is on his way upstairs now.”

“What?!” Fei Long exclaimed while he tried to hold back from shouting out loud. “Who is that idiot? And what kind of useless scum are you to be unable to carry out simple instructions? I made it perfectly clear that…”

“Apologies, Fei Laoban, but he was impossible to get rid off and, given his position, I thought it was… well, how to put it… unwise to refuse him.”

“What is that supposed to mean? Who is that guy anyway?”

The answer already dawned on him before the name was spoken out loud. And by that time, the door had already been opened.

Fei Long didn’t even hear the name “Mikhail Arbatov” anymore. He had thrown his phone against the wall, unleashing his sudden, uncontrollable fury, starring at the man who was now standing in front of him with a confident smile, soaked to the skin.

“What the hell is going on, Arbatov?” he hissed in Cantonese-- as always when he was angry he didn’t lower himself to speak anything but his mother tongue. “Have you gone completely crazy? Coming here during a typhoon warning?”

“I was thinking you might be lonely.” the other man replied, and gave him his-- and Fei Long couldn’t think of another damn word-- charming smile, which made one forget his anger and frustration in an instant. Unless you were Liu Fei Long. Because in that case, anger and frustration reached much deeper.

“Don’t you dare!” hissed the Chinese when the blond man hesitantly stepped closer. “Don’t come closer, don’t even try.”

The Russian seemed to understand he had crossed a line-- not that he had never done that before. He had invaded Fei Long’s rooms without permission in the past. Now, however, there was something between them. It was too obvious, poisoning the air between them. Mikhail had witnessed Fei Long’s failure and humiliation, had experienced the depths of his soul and used them for his own advantage.

“Fei Long,” he muttered hoarsely, “I just thought I might drop by…”

“You might drop by? After you were involved in all kinds of business behind my back that harmed me more than anything else? After you were conspiring against me with that Jap, you show up here? Even though there’s a fucking typhoon coming up… I… I…”

Fei Long’s voice failed and he dropped into his armchair, eyes fixing the floor. It was happening again, something that had occurred many times during the last few days even though he wasn’t a damn child anymore-- his eyes were filling with tears. Mikhail’s impertinence had infuriated him many times since he had met the Russian for the first time. Why did it hurt so much now? Why, instead of rage, did he only feel sadness?

It was unbelievable.

Fei Long collected all of his remaining energy to suppress the tears and managed to meet the invader’s eyes defiantly.

Eyes that seemed to burn like fire, even though they were water blue.

Yes, Mikhail Arbatov was an incredibly handsome man, something even he had not failed to notice. A proud, almost majestic face with Slavic features and radiant eyes surrounded by barely visible laugh lines, pointing out that he wasn’t merely a cold hearted bastard after all. Full, gently curved lips, golden locks, surrounding his face like a halo-- all of this was beauty one couldn’t help but marvel at.

And, to complete the whole picture, a strong, masculine body, that seemed gentle and elegant at the same time and moved with some kind of bold lightheartedness.

Mikhail Arbatov was perfect.

And even though these thoughts distracted Fei Long from his former, darker ones, they weren’t at all to his liking.

He had locked his gaze with the beautiful Russian and was resisting defiantly.Outside the howling of the wind was growing louder.

“Why did you come?” asked Fei Long, now finally able to control his facial expression again.

“Well, I was thinking, should everything lie idle for a few hours, you certainly wouldn’t want to be alone,” Mikhail replied, and from the tone of his voice it was absolutely impossible to tell what exactly he was implying by that. Yet his eyes still wore the same playful, slightly teasing expression.

Fei Long laughed out indignantly. “I’m sorry, but you were wrong about that. It is exactly what I want. Which is why you should leave now.”

Mikhail apparently didn’t dare to come closer, but if Fei Long had not reacted that vehemently before, he certainly would have done so.

“Really? Somehow I have a different impression.”

“Don’t act like you know me. You don’t know anything.”

Well, Mikhail had understood. Fei Long was a wounded animal, a beast that threatened to maul everyone who made the mistake of coming too close. In its painful fury, everybody became an enemy; everybody was trying to harm it. He had to be on alert, had to approach it bit by bit, with great caution, and put on the leash in the moment it least expected it.

Oh, and how he was yearning to put him on his leash, to make him his, to control him, to call his exploding energy his own, to feel it vibrating beneath his fingertips. The thought was driving him frantic!

When he still decided to carefully approach him, he felt Fei Long’s suspicious glance on him.

“Fei, I wasn’t trying to harm you. I am a man of business, or even worse than that, and I act in a way that will bring me the most profit. Wouldn’t you have done the same in my place? Did you think of Akihito’s feelings when you kidnapped him due to your personal vendetta against Asami?” Mikhail was well aware of the huge risk he was taking by uttering those words. And despite the possibility of being thrown out by the guards, or enticing Fei Long to lash out at him again, he felt the words needed to be said.

“Akihito.” Fei Long wasn’t aware of how much anger he’d used to pronounce the name, how much blind jealousy. “I can’t consider the feelings of every brat I pick up on the streets. Of me, however, you should beware.”

“… are once again asked not to leave their houses…”

The sound of the television cut through the following silence. Fei Long reached for the remote control and switched it off while his eyes didn’t leave the Russian’s.
Mikhail raised one eyebrow and also dropped into one of the armchairs, chuckling slightly.
“Believe me, I am aware. Don’t worry.”

Fei Long wasn’t sure why he hadn’t had the Russian thrown out by now. He had disturbed his domestic peace and should pay for it. Why was he holding back then? Why was he hesitating? Was Mikhail right, by any chance, and he really didn’t want to be alone after all?

He sighed heavily. How low could you get? Preferring your treacherous opponent’s presence over solitude? What had become of him? It had to be the typhoon. It had to be the wind that was growing stronger every second, and with it the feeling of complete subjection that it brought along every time. Or this desperate, uneasy feeling that had not allowed him to get any sleep for the last several days, making it impossible for him to consume anything besides coffee.

Or perhaps, it was the loneliness he was feeling, the feeling of having been left once again.

His feelings were scaring him.

“Mikhail, please.” His voice didn’t even remotely sound as commanding as he had planned, but weak and pleading. “Please leave me alone.”

Mikhail shook his head. “You’re forgetting that the typhoon is about to start. The wind is growing stronger every minute and it’s getting more and more dangerous to go outside.”

“Then you should’ve fucking stayed at home!” Fei Long exclaimed furiously.

The blond Russian looked at him seriously. “Fei Long, let me be frank with you. I don’t know anything about your personal life, at least not nearly as much as I would like to know, but some things are pretty obvious. You feel something for Asami Ryuichi, am I right?”

“No,” he answered, quick as a shot. Lying had always been something he was especially good at. He didn’t even flinch while proclaiming this profound, obvious untruth. At times he himself believed it.

Mikhail’s face grimaced in a mixture of amusement and dismay. “I’m afraid I have to tell you, Fei, that this is hard to believe. You may tell me this now, you may cheat me into believing it. But I saw you, a couple of days ago, on that boat. I saw how you were standing at the railing, looking after him… and now you don’t know how you’re supposed to treat your wounds, do you?”

He realized in an instant that he had overstepped his bounds when he saw Fei Long’s eyes narrow dangerously. The beast was closing in for the kill. The angry hiss was but a foreboding of the deadly stroke that would follow should he ignore his warning.

“Out, Arbatov. Out.”

A knock on the door momentarily interrupted them. Mikhail didn’t budge despite Fei Long’s rigid and threatening stare. Frightening. Exciting.

“Fei Laoban.” A voice from outside penetrated the silence, the voice of a woman.

“What is it, Ah Choi?” Fei called impatiently without taking his eyes off his opponent.

“May I come in?”

Fei Long snorted angrily and rose from his armchair.

“Come in.”

A short woman in traditional clothing and with a reddened face entered the room, followed by three young men, all of them servants. She started talking excitedly.

"Fei Laoban, it would be better if you went into a room with smaller windows. Windows are always dangerous during a typhoon. I think it’s going to be quite severe this time.”

Fei Long smiled due to his maid’s agitation.

“As you wish, Ah Choi. Everything’s going to be fine. We’ve survived loads of typhoons so far. The building and the glass are solid, don’t worry.”

“Oh, you’re saying that now, but during the last typhoon our whole roof was blown off.”

Ah Choi came from a poor family living somewhere in the New Territories-- she didn’t have a very well constructed home. Fei Long laid his hand on her arm reassuringly.

“Just be careful and everything will be alright. Make sure to wipe up the water if some should seep through the windows.”

“Very well, Fei Laoban.” Ah Choi lowered the reddened face with fearful eyes. “Do you and your guest wish for anything else? Some tea maybe? And should I prepare the guest room?”

“No.” Fei Long replied somewhat harshly. “He was about to leave.”

“What?” Ah Choi raised her head in surprise. “But that’s impossible! Every station has said to stay indoors, it would be too risky. Apart from that, it’s much too late already.”
She turned to the seemingly confused Mikhail and said in broken English:
“Mister, please stay, go outside tis weather no good, ok?“

Fei Long almost laughed, despite his insides being torn at by his accumulated anger.

“Ah Choi, Mister Arbatov speaks fluent Mandarin and even Cantonese.”

Obviously relieved, she went on: “Please stay, Mister. I have experienced enough typhoons already. Sometimes they are terrible, sometimes not, and most of the time they are over quite quickly. But you should never be careless.”

Mikhail’s face brightened up visibly as he realized things were turning in his favor.

“Well, it can’t be helped then.”

“Alright.” Ah Choi exclaimed, satisfied. “I will immediately prepare a bed for you.”

She was too excited to cast a look at Fei Long before leaving the room, which would have made her realize she had just made a serious mistake. His eyebrow was twitching dangerously when he turned back to Mikhail.

“She’s charming.” the Russian said, wearing a self-satisfied grin that almost drove Fei Long insane. But he kept his composure.

“I am very sorry, she’s married.”

Mikhail chuckled. “What a shame.”

“But you should thank her for being so charming, because otherwise I would have just kicked you out personally, typhoon or not. And believe me, if I have to listen to something of the kind again, I will do exactly that. Because in that case, I would love to see you under a fallen power pole.”

“Fine, so I shall be thankful and furthermore anxious not to upset his majesty again.”

“I would advise you to do so.”

They took their seats again. Fei Long felt calmer and was ready for a truce.

“I would like to retire for a moment and dress more adequately, if that is agreeable.”

“It is.”

Fei Long shot a skeptical glance at his visitor.

“You’d better take a shower. It’s not healthy to run around with damp clothes.”

“I don’t have spare ones with me.”

“Take one of my robes. I will tell Ah Choi to dry your stuff.”

…

Fei Long entered his bedroom, removed his robe and put on some trousers and a shirt, then sat down on the edge of his bed. He did it quickly, as if he feared Mikhail could burst in at any minute. Fortunately he could hear the splashing of the water which proved to him the man was actually standing under the shower.

Back in the living room, he started pacing back and forth restlessly. A dark presentiment didn’t allow him to sit still. What did Arbatov want from him? He didn’t even know the Russian very well. Of course, their paths had crossed a couple of times during the last few years, personally or on business. Mikhail had even invited him out for dinner when they had met coincidentally in Shanghai once. But even though the Russian’s appearance was beyond good and evil and Fei Long deserved to be called a stunning beauty himself and a certain sexual tension between them couldn’t be denied, he had never before taken anything else into consideration.

Then why was it that suddenly the look coming from those blue eyes made him feel dizzy and the gushing of the rain seemed so much louder?

Ah Choi brought the tea even before Mikhail returned and he handed her his clothes. When he finally stepped out of the shower, his hair only towel-dried and curling loosely into his face, the robe opened much too wide, revealing parts of his chest and not making it hard to imagine what was hidden underneath, Fei Long couldn’t help but stare on the floor.

Without saying one more word, Mikhail dropped down next to Fei Long and grabbed one of the cups.

“The wind has become quite strong, hasn’t it?”

“Yes. Everything’s going to be a big mess tomorrow.”

Small talk meant gaining time. Time to create some order from the chaos that was already prevailing inside of him.

“I once was in Hong Kong during a typhoon, about two years ago.”

“That’s nothing special. During the season they’re happening all the time.”

Finally Fei Long allowed his eyes shift to his visitor.

“What are you doing in Hong Kong, Mikhail?”

The Russian sipped some of his tea. “Business. But due to the weather alert everything was called off, so I thought I might as well pay a visit to my old friend Fei Long.”

Fei Long didn’t miss the irony in his voice; they certainly were not what one would call “old friends”.

“You really could’ve chosen a better time.”

“I don’t think so.” Mikhail said, chuckling, as he leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. “I find this very romantic, Fei Long. We’re here, in your marvelous home, surrounded by the rain… and the wind.”

Damn, why did their eyes have to meet in that very moment? Fei Long noticed that Mikhail’s glance was wavering dangerously. Had he been doing this before? Once again he was averting his eyes, something he normally never did.

“Don’t talk such nonsense, Mikhail; you know what’s going to happen.”

“Oh, right, I will be thrown out.”

“But I will keep the robe.”

The blond Russian’s leering smile showed he was obviously enjoying their conversation.
“Believe me, darling, once I take off this robe you’re not going to let me go anyway.”

Fei Long caught himself laughing briefly at the comment. At the same time he started wondering when he had laughed about anything for the last time. Well then, he might as well go along playing his game a little bit.

“What is it that you have to offer, then?”

“Well, my dear, I don’t reveal this kind of information to anyone. But you’re welcome to take a look to get an idea.”

Even though he knew it was meant as a joke, the blood rushed to Fei Long’s face as he thought of doing what Mikhail had suggested. And another thought that followed only intensified the effect. Could it be that Mikhail was just flirting with him? He was fully aware that the mere idea was totally absurd. Mikhail Arbatov, according to his information at least, was only into women after all. Either way, the answer left him speechless, though he had always thought himself to be quite quick-witted and eloquent.

“No, thank you. I think that information shouldn’t be revealed at all” he finally replied and of course he was very well aware of the fact that his answer lacked creativity and assuredness. Damn. The guy totally deprived him of any rational thinking.

Mikhail, of course, didn’t fail to notice the helplessness of his reply and grinned broadly.
“But what I just mentioned certainly isn’t part of it.”

“Mikhail, let’s stop these games.”

This was getting too silly, it was outrageous and childish. He had to end this, even though it was obvious that he was admitting defeat. Mikhail’s audacity totally disarmed him.

Fei Long wanted to say something, anything that would keep Mikhail from getting back to the topic. However, he had to admit they were seriously lacking topics of conversation. Every subject he deemed too precarious in the end and decided against it. Why was the Russian making him so nervous?

But even Mikhail was silent now and picking up a new conversation suddenly seemed unnecessary. Therefore, they continued sitting in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the wind. Fei Long was enjoying the slight thrill, the feeling of being completely at the mercy of the forces of nature, even though that might have been a little exaggerated. Still, whenever he heard a gush of rain hitting the window and the city beneath them raging wildly, a slight shiver went down his spine. Kowloon was almost invisible. Every time another gust of wind hit the building, he could feel the pressure. It was like sitting in a giant drum.

“How are you, Fei Long?” Mikhail finally broke the silence.

The question came totally unexpected and took some time for his mind to totally absorb it. For a moment he was tempted to act on his threat, but something hindered him unconsciously, since the question had been pronounced with so much tenderness, worry almost, that something inside him constricted and once again those damn tears started to moisten his eyes. What was happening, for God’s sake?

“What do you mean, Arbatov?” he finally managed to issue, appearing fairly calm. If Mikhail possessed a tiny little bit of knowledge of human nature, though, he would certainly notice how much his question had stirred him up.

Their eyes met. The Russian’s gaze was no longer full of challenge, but genuine concern. Fei Long started feeling slightly dizzy.

As if he, of all people, would be worried about him.

“I mean since… since that incident…”

“I am fine.” That blatant lie once again, without any visible emotion. The reason why he was able to act like this was that he was repeating this lie to himself day by day, like a mantra, making it almost become reality. Almost.

“Really?”

He nodded again, but saying it out loud a second time seemed impossible. Yes, he was fine; he was fine, he was fine, he was…

“Let me be frank, Fei Long.” Mikhail said calmly and put down his cup. “The actual reason that brought me here was that I recently ran into my good friend Ivar Pavlovitch Muranov. You remember him?”

Fei Long frowned and tried hard to remember. Ivar Pavlovitch Muranov. Yes, that rang a bell.
“I think I had a chat with him at a reception in Macao the other day. What about him?”
“Exactly.” Mikhail confirmed, nodding, “Ivar and I maintain regular contact and talk about lots of things. He’s a very decent guy. Recently I happened to meet him and after giving me another old friend’s regards, we started talking. He told me about his stay in Macao and what he said was: ,’Mikhail, do you remember this stunningly beautiful Chinese, Fei Long?’ ‘Of course’, I replied, ‘How could I ever forget someone like that?’. Then he told me very sadly, that it had been hard to recognize you, that there had been a shadow covering your beauty, a very tragic loss. You had been pale and lost weight, your glance had not been straight and proud like before, but had always wandered towards the ground.”

Mikhail smiled slightly, not mockingly in any way, but attentively.
“Yes, we tend to amplify a lot in Russian sometimes.”

Fei Long remained silent and looked at the veil that was covering the city. Was it that obvious? He had had the impression of being able to conceal his gaping wounds quite well and at least appearing intact to the outer world. Obviously his servants couldn’t have failed to notice that he had not been very well these days, since he hardly ate, paced around restlessly at night and constantly asked for sleeping pills due to his insomnia. But apart from that he had always tried hard to keep his composure and to appear jovial. The fact that even some random Russian, with whom he probably had not even exchanged more than ten sentences, had noticed how he really felt, was very disturbing.

“That’s why I came here. And he was right, Fei. You don’t look good. You are not happy.”

No, he wouldn’t allow a single tear to run down his cheek, but it had become impossible to stay in control any longer. Before he knew what was happening, he already felt the wetness on his skin and an uncontrolled sob broke from his throat.

Why was he in this kind of situation? Why in the world did he have to reveal the darkest depths of his soul to this man? Why couldn’t he just be, alone in his misery, and let his wounds bleed dry until he had regained the strength to proceed? Why did this Russian have to come here to strip him of all defenses? Why, why, why?

The situation’s incredible injustice made his surge of emotions only stronger.
Now it was irrecoverable. The Russian had, without any doubt, noticed his tears.

“No, I’m not fucking fine. Of course I’m not fine! Do you think I’m made out of wood? How am I supposed to be fine, with everybody betraying me, playing me, leaving me with NOTHING and NOBODY! How am I supposed to be fine with this fucked-up feeling of having failed once again? How am I supposed to resign myself to my own insignificance, the certainty that I mean nothing to nobody and everyone doesn’t give a damn about me?”

It hurt to say it out loud, but at the same time it felt purifying in a weird kind of way, even though he was exaggerating and being melodramatic.

He didn’t dare to raise his head and meet his opponent’s eyes. It scared him what he could see there. So he didn’t move until he felt a large, warm hand on his own, pressing it gently.

“Keep your hands off me, Arbatov.” he hissed, but didn’t make any effort to move his hand away, which must have made Mikhail realize he had only said it to save face, that he was actually longing for every touch and every comfort. And he also didn’t do anything when the rough fingers entwined with his.

It was the first real touch that he had shared with Mikhail Arbatov, apart from brief, formal handshakes, of course. How did it feel? It didn’t feel bad at all. He almost felt tempted to return it, to grab Mikhail’s hand, to cling to him, maybe with more than just his hands…
Oh dear, this absurd mental picture again. If only he could think straight! But now the wind and his own blood were rushing in his ears and the presence of this man was too overwhelming, depriving him of any possibility to think reasonably.

And then he did respond, grasped the other’s hand like a swimming ring, as if it promised a safe refuge. It felt safe and at the same time he had the feeling of crossing a gaping abyss on a swaying rope bridge. God, what was he doing?

“Fei.” Mikhail murmured insistently and barely caressed the back of his hand with his thumb.

Fei Long, at the same time, fought to swallow those damn tears, and finally managed. He eventually lifted his head and, when suddenly he realized the position he was in, quickly withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry. You must think I’m such a pathetic person, right?” He gave a short and joyless laugh. “Sometimes I think this of myself.”

To his astonishment, the Russian reached for his hand again. And to his even greater surprise, he didn’t pull away this time. Then he felt another hand grabbing his chin, forcing him to turn his head into Mikhail’s direction and meet his eyes.

Eyes that were shining with a passion that made Fei Long shiver. When was the last time he’d felt such an intense gaze? He was captured immediately and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t avert his eyes.

“Fei.” He heard Mikhail’s deep and tender voice that, like the waves of the storm, was shaking him to his very foundation. “I don’t think that at all. No one does. And you’re the last one who should. You hear me? Never think something like that.”

Fuck it, hearing those words made the last walls he had built to his defense crumble entirely. As much as his rationality told him not to, as much as he was longing for what this man gave him deep inside. The places where their hands were touching seemed to burn. How was he supposed to struggle against such a feeling, how should he refuse his opponent, when he rose and dropped down on the arm of his chair? Why shouldn’t he feel right for a single moment? Why shouldn’t he, for once, accept the comfort that was offered to him?

“And what is it that you think about me, Mikhail?” he asked drily, starring into the water blue eyes.

“What I think is,” the Russian replied, his voice merely a hoarse whisper, “that you’re an incredibly fascinating person, Fei Long. Strong. Proud. Seductive. I don’t think there’s a single person that doesn’t dream of owning you in some way.”

Hearing those words, Fei Long couldn’t help but give a joyless laugh.

“That’s right, Fei.” Mikhail insisted, “But sometimes what we wish for and what’s good for us isn’t the same. You are dangerous. You probably don’t know what it means to be by your side.”
He paused for a short moment, then added, barely audible, “Perhaps Asami has also realized that.”

He was well aware of how careful he had to be. Once again he was moving on thin ice, one wrong movement could destroy everything. But he felt that Fei Long had already begun to give in, that his solid, impenetrable resistance had started to abate. Only a few minutes ago he would’ve run the risk of being banished into the guest room and not leaving it for the rest of the night. Now Fei Long only looked at him with expressionless eyes, a gaze that should have been concealing his emotions, but, due to its emptiness, revealed everything instead.

“Let’s not talk about him, Mikhail.” Fei Long replied coldly. “What about you? You think I’m seductive? What do you expect from that?”

Mikhail couldn’t help but twist his lips into a mischievous grin.

“I don’t dare to expect anything from it, Fei Long. But yes, I think you are seductive.” He risked to reach for his other hand. “You are a temptation, a challenge.” Holding both of his hands, he realized how cool the skin was beneath his fingers. However, his touch was welcomed and Fei Long accepted his finger entwining with his own once again.

Maybe it was this gesture that made him take one more step closer.

“Wouldn’t that be a comfort?”

Again, those dark and mysterious eyes were shining with melancholy. Mikhail couldn’t ignore how much this man attracted him-- had always attracted him. Never had he felt like this for another man before, but ever since the moment when he had first laid eyes on Liu Fei Long, he knew there was beauty that made a person’s sex completely meaningless.

“I don’t know.” he heard the indecisive answer. “Perhaps.”

“Maybe,” Mikhail continued while he went back to gently caressing the soft skin of the back of his hands. “You’re not being offered the comforts that you want, but others, which you refuse to see. Maybe you should try to see these comforts… and accept them.”

Fei Long’s eyes widened as he realized what Mikhail was saying, what he was really saying. And immediately the suspicion was back in his eyes that made Mikhail wonder what had happened to this man that he couldn’t accept friendliness, affection and approach as such. Why he instantly assumed there were dishonorable intentions behind it.

Carefully he freed his hand and put it on the Chinese man’s cheek gently. Too soon.

Fei Long turned away his head and thus signaled unmistakably that he had just made a move he shouldn’t have made. But he didn’t take away his hand.

“You never showed any interest in me before. Why are you coming now and telling me all these melodramatic things you don’t really mean anyway? Do you want to fuck me? Is that it? Why aren’t you honest, then? Am I some kind of woman you have to court for hours until she spreads her legs?”

“Fei, I…”

“Answer me.”

It wasn’t true that he had never shown any interest in Fei Long. Most certainly not. From the first moment, he had been so bewitched that it had been impossible to get the beautiful man out of his head. What hadn’t he invested to watch Fei Long closely, to be near him in unsuspicious moments, to move as much of his business as possible to Macao to be in his proximity? How much patience had it cost him to wait for the day when Fei Long finally abandoned his almost fanatical obsession with Asami Ryuichi? Maybe it was still too early. But he had not been able to wait any longer.

However, he couldn’t tell Fei Long any of this.

And that was why he had no words.

Several seconds passed between them, seconds that stretched to eternity, the only sound was the rain from outside and the wind that was howling, blustering, screaming, and wailing. A gust hit the window hard, and they could both feel the shock that made everything tremble for a moment.

Then, suddenly, Mikhail felt slender fingers grabbing the collar of his robe and Fei Long yanking him close enough that the tips of their noses weren’t even an inch away from each other. Completely taken aback by the sharpness of the attack, Mikhail didn’t have the possibility to react before Fei Long hissed. “Why don’t you behave like a man, Arbatov, and take what you want?”

Mikhail didn’t have the chance to realize what was happening, as he suddenly felt hot and desperate lips on his, and for the first time in his life his mouth filled with the unique and slightly sweet taste of Fei Long.

The kiss only lasted several seconds. Fei Long’s tongue only invaded his mouth for the flash of a moment, tempting, as if to give him some kind of foretaste. Then he stood up, dragging the Russian with him.

“You’re damn lucky Mikhail,” the beast growled, “that I don’t feel like being alone tonight. Any other day I would have thrown you out on your ears long ago, but tonight, and only tonight, I am willing to give you what you want.”

Horrified and overcome by a breathtaking dizziness, he felt Fei Long’s slim and delicate body pressing against his. His scent filled his nose, exotic and wild, like the man himself.
He really had not planned to seduce Fei Long, but now that he had spoken it out loud, he realized that unconsciously, he had wanted exactly that, even though he had not even admitted it to himself. Honorable intentions aside, he wanted this man. And now, his self-control had reached its limits.

His body was finally back under his control, and so he raised his hands and wrapped them around the narrow waist, pressed the elegant body roughly against his. He couldn’t feel the skin beneath the clothes yet, but he could trace the contours of Fei Long’s body under the fabric. Blood rushed to his groin. The man managed to provoke a broad variety of needs within him in an unbelievably quick succession- from the chaste wish to calm him, comfort him, to heal his wounds, to the almost brutal desire to subdue him and get him under his control. The reasons were, of course, the contradictions in Fei Long’s personality itself-- oh, how he was tempted to explore these contrasts, to get to know everything about him, even the darkest abyss of his soul.

“Do you know what you’re getting into, Fei Long?” he asked in a low, breathy voice.

“No, I don’t.” Fei whispered back hoarsely and his hands wandered feverishly over the Russian’s curly blond hair, over his neck and down his back. “And I think I don’t want to know after all, because otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this.” At his mere touch, Mikhail had to hold back a great deal not to moan out loud. “I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. But I don’t want to think about it. Tonight, Mikhail, I want to be yours. Only tonight, only during the storm. If you’re fine with that, you may do with me as you please.”

There was no answer to these words, none that Mikhail could speak out loud. Oh God. This wasn’t good at all. He felt the last bit of self-control he possessed collapse helplessly. Fei Long’s body was on his- that he would willingly give himself to him. Oh God!

“Fei.” He now whispered and did was he had been refused to do earlier; he gently caressed the soft skin of Fei Long’s cheek with his fingers, comforting and at the same time shivering and full of expectations. “I also have a condition.”

The Chinese smiled calculatingly. “I don’t think you’re the one imposing the conditions. But go ahead.”

Mikhail’s hand entwined with the thick, jet-black and silky-smooth hair and pulled Fei Long’s head closer with a gentle force. When their lips met, it felt like an explosion. The Russian wasn’t holding back this time and didn’t let Fei Long take the lead. Instead he let his tongue plunge deeply into the welcoming mouth, as he pressed the gorgeous body firmly against his own. Oh, how good this felt. God, this man just couldn’t be of this world. The way he responded to the kiss, how despite the Russian’s dominance he still fought for the upper hand, sent lustful shivers down his spine. The delicate fingers entangled with his golden locks and Mikhail prayed silently that this moment would never end.

But it had to end eventually, and finally they parted, cheeks flushed, panting heavily. The look in Fei Long’s eyes told him everything. His eyes were veiled, by what exactly Mikhail couldn’t tell, his lips moist and partially opened. And everything in his expression revealed that he would yield to Mikhail’s conditions all the same-- he wanted him just as much.

“Think of me, not of him.” Mikhail whispered the soft and intimate words, meant only for the both of them.

Fei Long pressed his mouth on his again and Mikhail hissed a faint curse against his lips.
“No.” It then hoarsely left the reddened lips. “If you can make me forget him, I won’t think about him.”

When was the last time he’d felt like this, Fei Long wondered, as he felt the strong, rough body against his, a totally new sensation that made him weak with excitement. Their kisses became more ferocious, more demanding, and Mikhail’s tongue continued to explore his mouth in a forceful and almost raw manner.

Oh, how he loved it!

How much had he been secretly longing to be overpowered and dominated by another man like that, to melt and get caught in his arms? He pressed into Mikhail’s touch, felt one of his large hands dancing down his spine while the other held him in a firm embrace, then tugging impatiently at his shirt. Finally it slid below the fabric and oh God-- he felt his touch on his bare skin.

Fei Long couldn’t prevent a suffocated moan from leaving his throat. Sure, he had not planned any of this. To sleep with the Russian had been mere tactics, a mere distraction-- he had thought to be able to escape the urging conversations which had been rubbing salt into his wounds. But now, this was becoming something completely different, an act that promised complete satisfaction. Maybe- and he barely dared to think so- Mikhail Arbatov was the man who was able to give him what he was looking for.

The hot lips found their way back to his throat and started to kiss, to lick and to suck and the rough fingers that had been caressing his back moved down and slid forcefully into his pants . Fei Long had to hold back a loud scream when they passed his tailbone and then drifted deeper, touching the very spot that made him moan uncontrollably.

“Oh dammit, Mik…” He reached back and gotten hold of Mikhail’s arm to make him go deeper. The Russian gasped for air on his skin and shivered violently, but he wasn’t the only one.

Fei Long’s legs were trembling uncontrollably and it was getting harder to stand straight. Tiny electric shocks were shooting through his shuddering body when one finger slightly penetrated him and Mikhail gently bit his collarbone. The strong arms that pressed him against the Russian were the only thing still holding him.

“Mikhail,” he exclaimed breathlessly, “let’s go to the bedroom.”

The howling of the wind had become deafening. Fei Long didn’t know how he reached the next room, how he could endure a single second without feeling the other’s touch on his skin. Then they were already lying on his bed and immediately he pressed his body against the other one, wrapped his arms and legs around him, searching for as much contact as possible. He moaned once he felt the hot lips back on his skin, his jaw, his throat, felt the hard sex against his own while he was rubbing against the strong and rough body, unable to get enough of it.
“Mik…” It escaped him breathlessly and he gasped in frustration as those wonderful lips left him and the fingers that had been digging roughly into his flesh started to caress his face gently.

“Calm down, Fei.” Mikhail whispered insistently. “We have all the time in the world.”

“Oh no,” Fei Long hissed back angrily. “We don’t.”

The Russian chuckled at his words. It was too wonderful to see the head of Baishe compliant and willing, too good to be true. With a swift movement he rolled on top of Fei Long, pressing the whole weight of his body onto him, while making sure his groin was rubbing hard against the other man’s. Fei Long groaned out loudly and once more again when Mikhail grabbed both of his hands rapidly and moved them above his head.

Mikhail knew this effect. The feeling of doing something wrong, of having submitted to a need that better would had been ignored, and thus the sense of guilt and the wish to get the sinful deed over with as soon as possible. But he wouldn’t make it all that easy for Fei Long.
The Chinese man lifted his hips seeking contact, but Mikhail evaded him unexpectedly, causing him to sigh in frustration.

Mikhail laughed to himself; this game was getting better and better. Not only had Fei Long given in to his advances, but was literally begging for it. This amused him to the same amount that it aroused him in a way he had never known before. The wonderful, elegant body that was lying before him was completely at his mercy, only his alone, at least for the moment. He had the feeling the storm outside was roaring inside of him and he could hardly hold back to take what was offered to him.

Something else surged up inside him, though. Fei Long, he was aware, was in a wild rage, desperately trying to soothe his pain. Taking advantage of this wasn’t exactly noble-- still, he managed to suppress this thought quickly, he would think about it later. Not now, when he had Fei Long’s unique, exotic body underneath him.

Slowly, he lowered his head, until his mouth was at the level of Fei Long’s ear, and whispered. “Now that I have captured you, my beautiful dragon, I want to take as much time as possible. I know there probably won’t ever be a moment like this again, so let us treasure it, Fei.”

He felt Fei Long shivering under him at these words, then he was drawn into a long, gentle and yet passionate kiss. Even though he tried to hold back his hands, they started to wander on their own, roamed Fei Long’s flawless body, slipped under his shirt and elicited an uncontrolled sigh from him when they found his nipples and started teasing them.

“Oh damn!” he exclaimed, enraptured, writhing underneath his touch. The next minutes were filled with suffocated moans and gasps while they tried to remove all their clothes as quickly as possible. Then, there it was: the incredible sight of Fei Long-- naked, aroused and on the bed with rosy cheeks and shining eyes. Their eyes locked while Mikhail was still ripping the last pieces of clothes off his body.

And then there was skin on skin, lips on lips. Fei Long felt Mikhail’s rough and yet amazingly sensual touch, drank in this feeling, a feeling he had not felt in such a long time, the feeling of being desired. Finally, he wasn’t rejected, but wanted. Could it be that wrong? Why not enjoy the moment, without thinking? He could just absorb this feeling and forget what had happened for a short moment. He could forget the last days, weeks, months and years, and perhaps remember what satisfaction or even happiness felt like. Fei Long didn’t want to think anymore. The presence of the man above him was too overpowering, the scraping of the faint stubbles on his cheeks, the rough and determined hands that took possession of every inch of his skin, the tongue that explored his mouth and the huge and hard organ pressing against his own. He could barely control the moans that passed his lips again and again and were drunken by Mikhail’s never ending kisses.

Then he felt his lips being abandoned when Mikhail’s mouth started to move down, very slowly, savoring Fei Long’s tender skin, licking it, sucking it, slightly biting it, leaving the occasional mark, until he was writhing helplessly.

Each time his name left the perfectly curved lips, Mikhail felt electric shocks running through his entire body. Then finally, he reached the centre of lust, and when he took Fei Long’s member between his hot lips, a muffled cry left the other man’s mouth.

“Oh God, oh God, Mikhail, you…”

Then he bit his lips and never finished the sentence.

The Russian didn’t let himself be deterred, but continued what he was doing with the greatest pleasure and enjoyed how bad Fei Long was at holding back his own lust. He probably didn’t even try, though. He had already given in, had accepted that tonight it would be like this between them.

All of Hong Kong was in a state of exception, holding its breath. Mikhail was very well aware that only during this break he had a unique opportunity, since in this vacuum one could allow himself to do things that otherwise would have been impossible.

Fei Long was his. And he would savor every minute, would give him all the pleasure imaginable.

Fei Long panted submissively when he was brought closer and closer to climax by Mikhail’s skillful lips. The tongue that skimmed along his shaft determinedly and the mouth that was sucking him into his hot depth were driving him close to madness. Only a few hours ago he had never thought this possible. And if he would switch on his rationality for just the split of a second, he felt he would strangle the Russian with his own hands. But at this very moment it felt so right and so good, and he didn’t care what else had happened between them. He even allowed Mikhail’s name to leave his lips again and again.

“Mikhail… fuck, it’s so good, so good.” He breathed, shivering, not even paying attention to what he was jabbering. The only thing he could still pay attention to was the wonderful feeling spreading from his member into his whole body. His hand went down and entangled with the blond locks, gently at first, then grabbing them vigorously, which must hurt for sure. But he couldn’t help it. Something inside of him wanted to feel that this was reality and not some surreal illusion, that the typhoon and the change of weather didn’t make him hallucinate.

But this heavenly feeling couldn’t be an illusion, just as little as the sudden frustration he felt when Mikhail withdrew just before his climax, smiling deviously.

“Mikhail!” he exclaimed furiously. “For God’s sake, why are you stopping?”

A mischievous glow appeared in the Russian’s eyes. He gently kissed the skin above the line of dark hair that stretched from Fei Long’s pubic area almost up to his bellybutton.

“I want to have some more fun with you, Fei. My name wouldn’t be Mikhail Arbatov if I wouldn’t take everything I can get from you.“

With these words his fingers started dancing along Fei Long’s balls down to the tight opening, rubbing it gently.

Fei Long couldn’t prevent a surprised gasp and through gritted teeth, he exclaimed. “You don’t really want to… oh my God! Go to hell, Arbatov!”

Then he threw back his head when the Russian’s finger penetrated him slightly. The burning and the pain flashed through his body like the lightening that was repeatedly illuminating the sky outside the window. He painfully bit his lower lip to keep another sound from leaving his mouth.

He had never been taken by another man before and never ever had he even considered doing so. This was the first time he was even touched in this place-- and he couldn’t explain why he tolerated it. Why didn’t he have the cocky Russian thrown out into the stormy night? Why he was lying here, enduring pain-- and strangely taking pleasure in it?

There was something in the brisk and yet gentle manner of the man that completely deprived him of any ability to refuse him. And when Mikhail gently kissed his mouth and nibbled his lower lip, all the while giving him time to adjust to his finger, he whispered at his mouth and suddenly, he couldn’t avoid a helpless moan from leaving his throat. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt for long. You will like it, soon you’ll be begging for it, Fei Long,” he said.
Even though it still hurt, especially when another finger joined the first one, the situation had something so arousing that his penis was still painfully erect.

“You’re not seriously thinking you can do what you’re about to, are you, Arbatov?” he hissed, but with a glow in his veiled eyes, Mikhail should not think he could get away with everything.

He heard the low, amused chuckle and felt it on his skin.

“Shouldn’t you be old enough to understand what you want and not fight it out of false pride, Fei Long?” he whispered and his hot breath that brushed Fei Long’s skin before he spread tiny, gentle bites on it, made him shiver with excitement.

“Ahhhhh!” he moaned and his legs began to shake relentlessly. “How do you know that I want this?” He gasped when Mikhail thrust his finger inside almost brutally and triggered something there that resembled a small firework. Even though he had never slept with the Russian before, he seemed to know exactly how to make him completely lose control and drop his last bit of reserve. He had to hold back immensely not to scream out his name when he repeatedly touched this spot inside of him.

“Are you telling me that you’re not enjoying this? Don’t make me laugh, Fei Long.” Mikhail said with a chuckle, then brought his mouth down hard on the Chinese’s while he added a third finger that allowed him forget the pain when he stroked his prostate over and over. Fei Long moaned uncontrolled into his mouth.

“Mikhail… oh my God…”

“You know, Fei,” he heard Mikhail say his name and it elicited a longing sigh without his understanding. “I think you would be happier by far if you gave in to your desires and passions once in a while.”

“You have no idea, do you,” Fei Long hissed, “what it’s like to be me-- “ He sucked in air sharply. “What it’s like to be under constant pressure, constantly having to live up to everybody’s expectations… being rejected by the ones you love. I am Chinese, Mikhail; it’s all about keeping up appearances for us. Even if everything underneath is destroyed and ripped into bloody pieces.”

There it was, once again-- the suffering that he wanted to make Fei Long forget at least for a short time. Just for once he wanted to see the beautiful, flawless face without all the tension and the lines of sorrow, but twisted in ecstasy and burning with desire.

He couldn’t help it, and again he laid his lips on those of the man lying beneath him, trying to transmit all the strange affection and admiration for him with his kiss.

“Fei ,” he breathed, when he finally managed to release his mouth, “I respect and admire you just the way you are. I know the heavy burden you’re bearing. Let me take it from you… just tonight, do me the favor and let go of everything. Give in to me even though it might be hard for you.” He placed another breathless kiss on his lips. “I won’t hurt you, Fei Long, I promise.”

As much as Fei Long’s mind struggled against the thought, his feeling told him that this was the truth. That he could trust him. And then there was this feeling inside him, the fire consuming him. He wanted Mikhail with an irresistible desire. Wanted to feel him inside of him, for fuck’s sake!

He closed his eyes. “Alright.” he whispered.

He felt the gentle fingers caressing his cheeks and heard Mikhail whispering. “Say it, Fei Long. I want you to tell me.”

“Sleep with me, Mikhail.”

He was amazed at how naturally and without resistance these words left his mouth.

“Look at me, Fei Long.”

It took much more effort to open his eyes and meet the direct gaze from those clear blue eyes. The desire he could see there made him hold his breath for a second.

“Look at me, Fei Long. Look at me and tell me.”

Fei Long took a deep breath, but still couldn’t keep his voice from trembling.

“Fuck me, Mikhail, let me feel you.” He wrapped his arms around the strong body and pulled him close, breathing into his ear. “I want you, Mikhail Arbatov.”

The Russian couldn’t remember ever feeling a desire of the same kind. The words from Fei Long’s lips deprived him of any remaining control and made him exclaim a silent curse in Russian.

Without waiting, without being able to wait he withdrew his fingers and positioned the tip of his penis.

When he pushed in they both cried out for different reasons-- Mikhail out of pure lust that shook his body like the typhoon outside, and Fei Long out of pain, which turned out to be a lot stronger than expected. Sweat accumulated on his forehead and his whole body tensed involuntarily.

Mikhail sensed that something was wrong, and even though it cost him all the effort in the world, he paused and gently caressed Fei Long’s cheek with his fingers.

“Are you ok?”

Fei Long shook his head. “Wait a second,” he whispered hoarsely. The Russian did as told, but Fei Long could see the effort and willpower it obviously took him. At this moment, his heart overflowed with gratitude. With any other man, this could have been the most traumatic experience in a long time, but due to Mikhail’s gentle patience, a trait that he had not expected from him and that was hidden deep beneath his youthful stubbornness, it promised to become one of the most beautiful. Despite the burning that was already slowly subsiding, it was an incredible feeling-- a feeling of intense intimacy and passion that took his breath away.

He pressed onto the rough body and wrapped his arms and legs around him.

“Alright… move.” he panted.

Mikhail couldn’t remember a moment of equal bliss, like when he slipped out of Fei Long and then buried himself inside of him again with a slow, but forceful thrust. An uncontrolled moan escaped him.

“Fei… fuck… this is madness…”

He pushed in once again while watching the face underneath him, an incredible sight.
Fei Long’s face was slightly tensed, but nothing compared to his usual, grim expression. His features were almost peaceful, his mouth slightly opened. His lips were trembling faintly, as if he was uttering some kind of incantation, his eyes partially opened and one single tear ran from the right one, which Mikhail wiped away gently.

“Is it good, Fei?” he whispered into his ear while thrusting into him. “Please tell me it’s good…”

His one hand reached down and grabbed Fei Long’s dick, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts, finally eliciting the anticipated sound of pleasure.

“Mikhail… you… ahhhh… fuck…” Fei Long gasped for air and his eyes flew open. “How could you possibly think that this is not good?”

After the pain had subsided, he had hardly been able to control himself. All suffering had been worth this feeling. He would never have dreamed that giving himself to another man would be this amazing. Moaning loudly, he couldn’t do anything but helplessly cling onto Mikhail, to feel him, as he thrust into him stronger and stronger.

“Fei… you... you are… incredible…” he managed to breathe out. It was like music to Fei Long’s ears. He felt the skin beneath his fingertips become moist with sweat and couldn’t help kissing the welcoming mouth over and over.

“Don’t stop, Mikhail... oh my… Mikhail Arbatov… oh fuck…”

The typhoon outside was raging, it’s sound deafening, but their sounds of pleasure drowned it out.

Fei Long’s finger dug deep into the powerful muscles of Mikhail’s arms. He couldn’t believe the Russian had him close to orgasm for the second time already, for he certainly wasn’t easy to please. But even though he hated himself for letting himself go to this extend, he couldn’t prevent it.

However, Mikhail halted once again.

“What’s up, for fuck’s sake?” Fei Long whimpered desperately, raising his pelvis in a hopeless attempt to get closer to the body above him. “Don’t stop, please.”

Mikhail lowered his head and gently nibbled his lower lip. Fei Long could tell from his heavy panting that he was close as well.

At first he didn’t quite understand what the blond intended when he shoved his strong arms under his back, but when he turned them both around with a sudden jerk, bringing Fei Long on top of him, it began to dawn on him.

Mikhail’s eyes roamed his body, heavy with lust.

“…me. Ride me.” he muttered, dazed with passion.

If anybody had dared to tell Fei Long that just two hours before this moment, he would let himself get penetrated by another man, Mikhail Arbatov at that, and eagerly writhe on his lap, he probably would have died a slow and painful death. But now, when the Russian personally demanded it of him, he didn’t meet any resistance. Fei Long sat up in his full glory, the thick, jet-black hair cascading down his back and partially covering his face. Mikhail sank into him even deeper and a violent shiver went through Fei Long’s muscular body.
“Ahhhh… Mik… you feel so good,” he whispered, reluctant to utter these words, looking at the other man with heavy-lidded eyes. He started moving erratically on top of the Russian, taking him in over and over again, letting out a long and stretched moan.

“Oh my God… damn, it feels so good, so good…” he mumbled, followed by some indistinguishable Cantonese fragments.

Mikhail just couldn’t get enough of this view. If there was heaven on earth, this had to be it. Fei Long, the most magnificent being he had ever been blessed to meet, on top of him, shaken with desire and lust, for him. At that moment, Mikhail Arbatov wasn’t sure if he deserved this. He wanted to throw back his head and scream out his pleasure, but at the same time he wasn’t able to avert his gaze from the sublime picture on front of him.

“Shit, you’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, gently stroking Fei Long’s thigh, then forcefully digging his nails into the tender skin. “Oh god, I’m cumming! I’m going to cum…”

“Not yet!” Fei Long exclaimed, panting heavily, and reached for Mikhail’s hands, his movements becoming more and more erratic and vigorous. “Don’t you dare to cum already, Mikhail Arbatov… oh damn… Mik…”

He threw back his head as he felt an immense orgasm accumulating inside of him and his body shaking relentlessly with unbelievable pleasure.

“Touch me, Mikhail!” he cried, pressing the rough hands on his silky-smooth skin, arching into the touch of the man underneath him, who was thrashing violently himself. Mikhail reached for him, and by thrusting frantically into him and stroking the burning skin that had been longing for his touch, he finally gave him release.

Fei Long came. As his body was overrun by ecstasy and he arched his back, it was Mikhail’s name on his lips, and no one else’s. And Mikhail had the notion that this picture would haunt him until his death.

Fei Long didn’t know what was happening to him. His heart seemed to skip a few beats, and, panting, he sucked air into his lungs. Then he couldn’t help but sink down on the body beneath him whose scent immediately intoxicated him. He had not fully realized until now how manly Mikhail smelled- a mixture of tobacco, deodorant and aftershave- and he absorbed the scent as part of this moment, which he, as he already knew, would treasure forever in his memory. Then there were Mikhail’s strong arms that wrapped around him lovingly, cradling his face against his shoulder, his own cum, sticky between their bodies, and the sweet words Mikhail was whispering to him as if they were a beautiful secret.“Fei Long… how did I deserve this?”

Fei Long could have cried in that very moment. And it was only due to a tiny, remaining spark of pride that he didn’t.

Instead he kissed the luscious lips with abandon, drinking in the taste of the man who had given so much to him. “You deserve every bit of it, Mikhail.” he whispered back and then started to raise and lower his hips again. He wanted to give an equally amazing orgasm to Mikhail like the one he had just experienced.

He didn’t have to wait for long. Only a few seconds later the Russian’s strong body arched and a cry left his lips.

“Fei… Fei… Fei… oh my God, Fei…”

And it made Fei Long incredibly happy to hear this.

…

It had not even occurred to him to send Mikhail away afterwards. The typhoon seemed to have calmed down a little, even though the wind was still rattling the windows and the rain gushing against the glass. But Fei Long felt the storm inside of him had finally subsided, for the moment at least. Without thinking, he snuggled up against the body next to him that was radiating so much warmth he almost started to sweat. Lethargy overcame him, and he didn’t even waste another thought on taking a shower. Actually he liked the feeling of their sweaty, entangled bodies. It gave him a sense of comfort he had not felt in a very long time.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d slept with someone in his bed.

Mikhail’s hands were stroking his thick, jet-black hair, lost in thoughts.

“Fei Long, that was incredible. I could cry when I think that it was the first and last time.”

Fei Long brought one hand to Mikhail’s face and stroked his cheek lovingly.

“I shouldn’t have given in. Now you will walk the earth dissatisfied and insatiable forever.”
Mikhail moaned in frustration. “You are cruel, Fei Long, absolutely cruel. Everything they say about you is true.”

Fei Long raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Is that so? And what exactly is it that they say about me?”

“They say you are coldblooded and calculating. You kill without batting an eye and feelings are like clothes for you- you can just take them off.”

“And you believe that?” He asked, raising his eyes and meeting the Russian’s clear gaze.

“After seeing you like that just now? No, not at all.”

A smile swept over Fei Long’s face and he wrapped his long arms around the body on his side to bring him close. Mikhail did the same and they were in a tight embrace when sleep finally overwhelmed them.

“Fei?” Mikhail whispered faintly just before floating into the other world.

“Hm?”

“Can I come again?”

“We will see about that.” Fei muttered and shortly after, the only sound was that of their quiet and even breathing.

Outside, the wind was slowly subsiding.