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“Hihihi! Dos-kun~ you lost the bet you know what that means!”
Fyodor looked at Nikolai dumbfounded. Some time ago the clown challenged Fyodor for one of his stupid but intriguing games: he bet that he could tempt Fyodor to kiss him before he was out of prison. Since Fyodor had a will of stone he imagined that the challenge would be immensely easy and he didn’t understand how Nikolai had the nerve to underestimate him, but without seeing any harm to that silly game he accepted, little did he know that the clown would have some cards up his sleeve.
It started with small teases, for example Nikolai would be even more flirtier than usual and tease Fyodor, but only enough to get a small pink tint on the demon’s cheeks.
When the clown caught onto this fact he decided to switch to something he thought would work better, that thing being small touches, the teases increased a bit, but now Nikolai would touch Fyodor lightly, something that drove the Russian crazy because he always craved Nikolai’s warm touch against his own cold skin, so feeling Nikolai’s hand on the small of his back or ghosting against his hips made him go insane but he still managed to resist the small temptation even though it was quite difficult, that stupid Jester really knew how to rile Fyodor up. And so, even if Fyodor tried to hide it, Nikolai caught onto that reaction and decided to use it in his favor.
It all ended for Fyodor when Nikolai finally caught him alone.
“Hello Fedya! Watchu doing all alone like this?” Nikolai said with a joyful tone but soon changed to a sultry and low one as he got close enough to tuck Fyodor’s hair behind his ear and whisper: “Little mice like you shouldn’t be running around when they’re considered prey”.
Nikolai internally took the win enthusiastically as he felt Fyodor’s breath hitch and his body tense against his grasp. The clown then stepped away to admire Fyodor’s look, and boy did it not disappoint. The rat was flushing red, with a stunned and embarrassed look, breathing heavily.
The clown smiled and took the opportunity of Fyodor’s weakened state to go for the fatal hit as he took the Russian’s chin with two fingers for him to look up at Nikolai. He noticed that with the gesture Fyodor exhaled deeply and more heat rushed to his face, so Nikolai took this as a sign to lean closer to his lover, their lips almost touching and both of their breaths smashing against each other’s faces.
“Say why aren’t you running mouse? Finally gave up running from what you want? You just need to give in and all of this torture will be over for you love~ ”
The nickname set Fyodor off the roof. Before Nikolai could add anything else, Fyodor grabbed his face and pulled him in for a passionate and longing kiss.
Nikolai smiled triumphantly into the kiss as his Fedya took the bait. He decided to bask in the moment before he could ruin it with the news that Fyodor had lost their bet. He put his hands on his lovers hips as the other’s hands were in his hair messing with his braid, but Nikolai couldn’t care less when it was his Fedya clawing to get more warmth from him, and Nikolai was more than happy to indulge his beautiful mastermind of a boyfriend just for this little while before Fyodor makes him sleep in a bed full of nails for what he’s about to request from him in punishment for losing the bet.
“Kolya…” Fyodor breathed against Nikolai’s lips with a longing tone.
“Yes Fedya?” Nikolai responded just as breathless as Fyodor was.
“I fucking hate you…” Fyodor huffed before pressing another quick kiss to Nikolai’s soft lips.
“Awww Fedya that’s no fair!! You lost the bet fair and square!” Nikolai pouted dramatically as Fyodor pulled away “its not my fault you can’t control yourself” teased the clown making the rat’s eyes widen because on that moment he realized that meant he lost the bet.
“Hihihi! Dos-kun~ you lost the bet you know what that means!”
Fyodor looked at Nikolai dumbfounded, how could Nikolai get so far that it made Fyodor forget the bet he was set to win? What crazy thing would Nikolai make him do? If he was lucky enough it would be something sexual, that way it wouldn’t affect him as much.
“So you’ve won what will you have me do now?” Fyodor said with a boring tone.
“You will have to take the shame of bottoming for Dazai!” Nikolai giggled maniacally.
“What!?” Fyodor exclaimed outraged, his already thick Russian accent getting even thicker, “You could have chosen anything but you chose that!?” Fyodor thought that something sexual wouldn’t affect him as much as any other thing but he guessed he was wrong because there is nothing more shameful than bottoming for the biggest whore on earth: Dazai Osamu.
“That’s a great question Fedya, why did I chose that out of all the things I could have you do? Well it’s quite simple actually. It’s a demonstration of how you can’t resist temptation mouse, a demonstration of how much of a whore the demon Fyodor actually is, and what better way to do it then making you bottom for Dazai?” Nikolai said giggling with a grin as he inches closer to Fyodor once again.
Fyodor couldn’t lie, that idea and Nikolai’s way of speech were kind of hot but he would never give Nikolai the satisfaction of knowing that Fyodor didn’t despise the idea too much.
Fyodor then chuckles “My dear Kolya you sure are full of surprises.” Fyodor looks at Nikolai with a fond look in his deep, lifeless magenta eyes, the same eyes Nikolai could lose himself for hours in trying to find his freedom.
“Well I guess I can’t protest. Let’s do this.”