( No doubt Dima will feel the pleasure that thrums through Yuri as he tells him of his kills. He would scoff at anyone else — he'd brush off their claims, or find a way to make them prove it — but he knows that his brother is telling the absolute truth when he declares those who died at his hand to be fortunate.
Then visit me more often, Yuri wants to say. My home is open to you, brother. Always. These aren't words to which he puts voice: both of them know that their respective roles make it much more complicated than that. More often than not it simply isn't appropriate for Dima to leave his realm untended, and Yuri's trips to the surface have become even less frequent now that he has Jeritza and his scythe.
The delicious tension in the air thrums and ripples as Dima coils back ready to spring — the only warning he has beyond the low rumble that his resting spot has been discovered. It gives him the split second he needs to leap from the spot in which he'd been standing: heavy paws land against the grass as he streaks away through the trees, barely more than a hairs-bredth ahead of his brother as the chase begins again.
Yuri knows it will be over soon. Dima never fails to catch his quarry — Dima never fails to catch him — and he can feel the hot steam of his breath against his hindquarters as he closes the distance between them. Surely by now he's only one good pounce away. )
Can you taste me yet? Does your mouth water for me?
( Another laugh, bright and easy, as he tosses his head just so. )
I ache for you, my Dima. Won't you finish this and claim me?
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( No doubt Dima will feel the pleasure that thrums through Yuri as he tells him of his kills. He would scoff at anyone else — he'd brush off their claims, or find a way to make them prove it — but he knows that his brother is telling the absolute truth when he declares those who died at his hand to be fortunate.
Then visit me more often, Yuri wants to say. My home is open to you, brother. Always. These aren't words to which he puts voice: both of them know that their respective roles make it much more complicated than that. More often than not it simply isn't appropriate for Dima to leave his realm untended, and Yuri's trips to the surface have become even less frequent now that he has Jeritza and his scythe.
The delicious tension in the air thrums and ripples as Dima coils back ready to spring — the only warning he has beyond the low rumble that his resting spot has been discovered. It gives him the split second he needs to leap from the spot in which he'd been standing: heavy paws land against the grass as he streaks away through the trees, barely more than a hairs-bredth ahead of his brother as the chase begins again.
Yuri knows it will be over soon. Dima never fails to catch his quarry — Dima never fails to catch him — and he can feel the hot steam of his breath against his hindquarters as he closes the distance between them. Surely by now he's only one good pounce away. )
Can you taste me yet? Does your mouth water for me?
( Another laugh, bright and easy, as he tosses his head just so. )
I ache for you, my Dima. Won't you finish this and claim me?