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Nikolai tipped the drink in his hand, gazing into the red which reflected back at him. The wine was taunting him tonight. A single gray eye flicked over to the figure hunched over the desk in the corner for a moment, before staring back into the cup.
God, Fedya had been pouring over his plans all day it seemed. Well, it seemed that way because that's exactly what he has been doing. Nikolai was frankly miffed, everything always goes his way and will continue to do so, forevermore. There is no way it couldn't, with him at his side. Couldn't they have one night to themselves? He was sure if he left this moment, Fyodor wouldn't notice until dawn broke through the flimsy curtains in front of him.
Tsk. This wouldn't do.
As leisurely as he could manage, Nikolai rose from the mattress he was sitting atop, setting his glass on the bedside.
"Hey, Fedya."
Silence. He crept closer.
"Fedya, dear. I know you can hear me and I know what you're doing is important, but aren't I too?"
The sound of ink meeting parchment was the only sound in the dimly lit room. Nikolai touched Fyodor's shoulder gently, pushing him around until his body was forced to turn and meet his eyes. Fyodor moved along with his hand easily, making no attempt to turn back toward the stack in front of him. Fyodor didn't look thrilled, but at least now he was looking at him. Nikolai grinned, leaning his face closer to the other. If he stood still enough, he could feel Fedya's breath on his own lips.
"Well hello my love. Did you hear a word I said?"
"Was is it, Kolya?"
There it was. No matter what story his face told at this moment, Fyodor's eyes would give him away. Nikolai could stare into them all day if he was allowed, he wanted to reach into them and pull them out for himself. He wanted those eyes to shine brighter. He wanted to devour them. He wanted them to only look at him, like this. In lieu of answering his question, Nikolai spun around Fyodor’s chair entirely, hovering over him proudly. He leaned closer until his lips rested upon Fyodor’s, a mockery of a kiss.
Neither of them pulled back, staring into each other's eyes. This little game was commonplace for them. Fyodor’s eyes told more than he would ever know. As soon as Nikolai moved closer, initiating the real kiss he was craving, Fyodor drew back. He looked up at Nikolai with a smirk.
So that’s how it’s going to be, hmm? Before he opened his mouth to retort, Fyodor stopped him.
“Cat got your tongue now? I’ve felt you staring at me all night, you know.”
Suddenly, Fyodor pulled Nikolai down by the collar of his shirt so he was forced to sit on his lap awkwardly. Nikolai laughed against Fyodor's neck, this isn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he could make do. He leaned in once more toward his neck, closing his eyes in contentment. For only an instant, he felt warm skin against his lips, and before he could press in closer, he felt his center of gravity being tilted. Eyes snapping open, he sees Fyodor’s vulpine smile as he falls unceremoniously to the floor.
“Fedya?! You-” Bringing himself to his feet, he raises his head back up only to find the chair empty.
Fyodor was making his way toward the door to their room, picking up his ushanka without a backwards glance. He stops to look in the mirror as he affixes it to his head, then opens the door and steps through. Right before the door clicks shut, his narrowed eyes look back at Nikolai through the gap.
“I’ll be back. Wait for me, Kolya?”
“You’re going out to do business, without me?!”