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Michael awoke to hands on his shoulder, gently touching the area around his healing bullet wound. His eyes fluttered open to look at Petrov’s, who was gently touching him, sadness reflecting in his eyes. The touch was soft and gentle. It sent a shiver down Michael’s spine and Petrov looked up at him. Their eyes met a few moments and they were content to simply stare at each other in silence. Neither could quite trust the fact that they were together again and tried to let their reunion sink in some. It gave Petrov more pain than it did Michael happiness, because as he looked at Michael’s face, he could see the damage that had been done to him in the passing months clearly.

“Tell me how it happened?” Petrov asked softly and under the covers Michael’s hand went to his thigh. That was the one that hurt the most and had done the most damage. The one on his shoulder was more visible, but his thigh had the deepest scars, both physically and emotionally.

“I don’t remember it all that clearly. I was crossing the room to get onto the bed and I heard a crack. I think it was the sound of the windows shattering. Then there was this blinding pain and I was on the floor. It burns, being shot, like it felt like my entire leg was on fire. The slug got lodged in my thigh and they had to do surgery to remove it. The one to my shoulder went clean through and pancaked into the wall on the other side,” Michael told him.

“I never told Adrik to do it,” Petrov murmured, touching the area around the wound again.

“Did you see the pictures of the room I was in?” Michael asked. Petrov shook his head.

“Adrik has. He offered them to me but I told him I did not wish to see them.”

“It’s pretty intense,” Michael told him. “I crawled for the bed, which helped, but apparently the people who stayed in the room before me left some bags underneath the bed by accident. A bunch of bullets were lodged in them. They said that if those people had not left those bags then I would have died for sure,” Michael told him. A painful grimace crossed over Petrov’s face.

“I do not like hearing about this,” Petrov murmured.

“I’ll stop,” Michael said softly and Petrov shook his head.

“No, all must be said. For my own punishment as well as coming to terms with our relationship. If we are going to fix things, it must be now. It cannot wait,” Petrov replied.

“Should we start at the beginning then?” Michael asked and Petrov nodded.

“Yes, with you leaving,” Petrov said softly. “I’d like to know why.”

“Iosef,” Michael paused and looked up at the ceiling before going on. “It’s not like you have a job at a bank or an office building. You kill people. I felt guilty for caring for you, for finding solace in you. When the news came on about that college student, and then everything about you I found out online –”

“You searched for me on the internet?” Petrov cut him off. “What did you find?”

“Nothing good.” Michael replied. “I did not leave the house planning on running. I didn’t deceive you or plot against you. The police were following me and when they found me alone they pounced. They showed me pictures of victims and… Iosef, I’m more like them then you. You should be my enemy not my lover. Could you really expect me to do anything differently?”

“No,” Petrov murmured. “You are too good for me.”

“The moment I left I regretted it. I kept asking them to let me call you but they refused. I think they knew if I talked to you I wouldn’t be able to go through with it,” Michael said.

“And I wasn’t going to, but when I got shot I was so sure it was you. Why would someone like you care if I died? I’m nobody.”

“That’s not true,” Petrov whispered.

“Do you know how hard it is to know that the man you are cuddling with has probably just come back from ordering someone’s execution? What does it say about me, that I care about you so much? That I love being with you and that all I could think about was you and your smile and your laugh and your eyes and your suits and your…” Michael trailed off a moment and let Petrov take everything in. Michael had the strong feeling this was the first time any of his lovers were so honest with their feelings.

“I thought that if I got into the car with them, that I would forget about you. That I would feel better once I confessed and that I would maybe finally be happy. But I felt like someone had carved out my heart with a spoon and left my chest wide open in a gaping wound for all my blood and organs to leak out. I felt like the world was crumpling around me and that I was going to be crushed under the pressure. I wanted you so badly. I wanted you to hold me and tell me everything was ok,” Michael went on.

“Is that why you called? It was you wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes,” Michael said softly. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Did it make you feel better?” he asked.

“No,” Michael answered. “I was more confused afterward then I was before. It ripped me apart hearing your voice.”

“Things will be different now. You are no longer a hostage. You are here on your own free will. If you wish to leave, then walk out the door. But know that while you are with me I want loyalty, obedience and respect. Understand?”

Michael nodded. He touched Petrov’s chest gently.

“I don’t want to leave,” he said.

“There will be no more trust. Nothing will be said in front of you, most conversations in your presence will be spoken in Russian. No questions will be asked by you in front of anyone else but me. If you do ask questions in front of others expect some form of punishment.

“Yes, sir,” Michael murmured and Petrov touched his cheek.

“Iosef, please,” Petrov said and Michael nodded at him.

Petrov smiled and pressed his lips to Michael’s.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathed against Michael’s lips. Michael smiled softly and pecked Petrov’s mouth.

“I missed you too,” he told him. Petrov placed himself on top of Michael and continued his soft kisses. The kisses quickly turned heated and Petrov slipped his tongue into Michael’s mouth.

“Oh, I want you,” Petrov breathed and began tugging at Michael’s clothing. With the covers kicked back Petrov pulled his growing erection out of his pants and gave it a few hard strokes.

“I’ve never gone so long without sex,” Petrov breathed.

“You didn’t sleep with Jamie?” Michael asked.

“I found him at one of Solovyov’s clubs before coming to get you,” Petrov responded. “I was only looking for an excuse. I did not wish you to know I had come to retrieve you purposefully.”

“I love you, Iosef. I really do,” Michael breathed and Petrov smiled.

“I know,” he said, running his palms over Michael’s chest. “I love you too.”

Petrov leaned over and grabbed some lube from the side table.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said and flipped Michael onto his stomach. Michael tried to get up onto his hands and knees but Petrov pushed him back down, so he lay flat on the bed. Petrov squeezed some lube onto Michael’s asshole and massaged it gently. Michael moaned as he pushed two fingers into his tight hole. Petrov prepared him a few moments, scissoring his fingers inside of him, enjoying the moans from Michael.

“You greedy little boy,” Petrov mocked as Michael’s ass backed into him. Petrov removed his fingers and positioned himself at Michael’s tight hole.

As he slowly slid into him, he lowered his body down to Michael’s so he was lying on top of him. Michael bit his bottom lip hard, letting out a loud, deep moan. Petrov sucked Michael’s earlobe between his lips and nibbled slightly. Petrov moved against him slowly at first, but he found himself incapable of keeping himself at bay. He thrust into Michael hard, the sound of panting and smacking skin filling the air.

“Iosef,” Michael moaned out. Petrov placed his hands over Michael’s, threaded their fingers together. Michael felt Petrov tense, shudder, and groan against his ear as he came inside of him. He wasted no time pulling out of him and flipped Michael over. He grinded his hips into Michael’s, their hard cocks rubbing together. Michael made such wonderful noised that Petrov felt himself get hard again.

His lips worked against Michael’s, their tongues dancing together. They both came together and for a long time stayed still, holding onto each other. Michael wrapped his arms around Petrov so tightly it was almost painful, and Petrov gently kissed the side of his face.

“Iosef?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Yes, Mischa?” he asked, placing a kiss to Michael’s cheek.

“We are going to be OK?”

“We are going to be better then OK,” he replied and Michael smiled.

“I love you, Iosef,” he told him, his green eyes locked on blue.

“I love you, Mischa,” he told him. His love shone in his eyes brightly. “So much.”

For the first time in his short, tragic life, Michael felt liked he belonged.