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A dizziness came over Fyodor as he stood up, it was quite normal for that to happen from time to time due to him being anemic. Though not this time. Something was wrong… as his vision blurred he shot a nasty glace at creepy smiling white hair jester, Nikolai. Nikolai had a cheeky shit eating grin on his face as he waved his fingers at Fyodor. "иди на хуй" he spat out before his vision went dark. Nikolai skipped over to Fyodor body who now laid unconsciousness on the ground and pouted "I thought my dear 'friend' would know better than this…" he giggled crouching down and poking Fyodor's arm. He scooped up Fyodor placing his body on chair. "Tsk…so light, he ought and grain some more muscles…Ha whatever! makes it easier to move you around! like a rag doll" Nikolai flicked Fyodor's forehead as he said that.
He hummed a bit as he tied Fyodor's wrist to the armrest of the chair along with tying the legs to the legs of the chair. Having now made Fyodor almost completely bounded to the chair. After setting up the table he turned to face Fyodor, going closer to him and going down to be at eye level with him, Nikolai cupped Fyodor's cheeks — Fyodor has pale, almost gray skin, as well as some eye-bags. Other than those details he had good hygiene, Fyodor wasn't the kind of person who would want to be seen as filthy, he thought to highly of himself for that. Only thing being he was a bit of a neat freak, kinda annoyed Nikolai at times, but he could past that, of course he would — after all Fyodor was a dear friend to him after all. He kept staring at Fyodor lost in thoughts.
His face blushed, and his smile turned into a creepy grin on his face. He grabbed the fork he had set on the dinning table. He poked Fyodor's cheek, for a second it looked like he was going to try and stab the man with it but he didn't, he just pressed it against the skinnier mans face. "Dostoy… I'm so bored…" he stand straddling the mans lap. dramatically putting all his weight on Fyodor, surely if the man was awake he wouldn't be to pleased at what was going on, I mean most people wouldn't want a creepy jester tying them up and sitting on their laps, unless they were some kind of freak.
Fyodors eye shot up, he glared at the long white hair man who was currently on top of him.
"Dostoy! Finally you woke up. i have so must planned for us…" Nikolai said the last few words his toned changed from his cheery self to a husky whisper. "Whats with that face…" he said sadly but more annoyed "I have so much planned for today and this is the look you give me…" He said moving to be slightly behind Fyodor, to his right side. Allowing the sickly man to see what was set up on the table in front of him— it was quite decorated, a fancy table cloth covering on the dark wooden material. A variety of fruits, well mostly grapes, a few pears, and one apple. The cloth was mostly white, though it had dark red stains to it— it smelled like iron. wouldn't take a genius to guess what those red stains were.
Fyodor tried to move his arms to get up, but the were bounded to the chair, he shifted his eyes to Nikolai who was still behind him, smiling. "Nikolai, what is all this for" Fyodor stand plainly, not really wanting to entrain the man. " hm… I thought my dear friend would know, I guess he isn't all that bright up there…" he said sounding upset, even though his face looked more gleeful than what his tone was. "mh… I wouldn't say that, you just always like to do things erratically." "That's what you like about me, no? or otherwise I'd be long gone and you would have used me for all the plans already" he laughed. Fyodor stayed quiet, maybe a small smile came on the his face, or it could be a trick of the light, a figment of Nikolai's imagination.
Fyodor struggled again trying to lift or move his arms but couldn't. Nikolai waved his pointer finger side to side. "Nuh uh, you aren't getting out of there anytime soon. Not until I am done" Fyodor raised an eyebrow. Nikolai just smiled he clasped his hands together "I will be right back, don't try and run away! not that you could… i just have to bring in the last thing" and with that Nikolai used his ability and vanished with a grin.
Fyodor stared blankly down at the table, not really wanting to deal with Nikolai's antics but whatever, sure this annoying but it could have been worse.
And just like take Nikolai reappeared, holding a plate that had a round cake— it had white thick frosting all over it, red fruity looking liquid running down the sides of the cake, it smelled sickly sweet. The cake looked homemade, Fyodor didn't know that Nikolai could bake, he knew the man could cook and whatnot since he liked to make meals for the two of the at times. Though Fyodor didn't really eat much of the food Nikolai had made, not because he thought it was poisoned or anything, he knew that Nikolai wouldn't want to kill him in such a common way, or the way a spoiled unhappy child would, he would rather go for a more twisted way — a more showy eccentric way— even if he truly didn't want to harm his 'dear Dostoy' in that way. He bit his bottom lip a bit, not too much nor for that long, for only a few moments before going to his more stoic, plain, and bored looking expression.
"You tied me up and set the table up for me to try a cake you made?" he questioned, side-eyeing Nikolai as he set the cake down. Nikolai just gave him a cheeky grin, ugh.
Nikolai skipped over to be again fully behind Fyodor and wrapped his arms around Fyodor — you know the kind that a married couple would give if one was working hard while sitting down and the other comes in and embracing their lover from behind. He then grabbed the fork and took a piece of the cake and brought it to Fyodor lips, Fyodor didn't open his mouth. "You don't need to tie my arms to the chair, I can very well feed myself." Nikolai again frowned again but quickly turned into a wide smile. He crept his free hand and roughly grabbed Fyodor's side, which to Fyodor who still wasn't that used to touches like that opened his mouth slightly to which Nikolai shoved the piece of cake into Fyodors mouth, which he did swallow.
"Good, right?" Fyodor nodded. This time he opened his mouth on his own, he didn't want to deal with Nikolai being touchy — he didn't hate it not that he would say that out loud — not in the mood for that kind of stuff. So he just complied, if it was anyone else, they better hope that he wouldn't be pissed.
Nikolai frowned again for second, before tossing the fork aside. Fyodor stayed silent. "Silly me feeding like this, I know you must be enjoying this…but I thought of a better way…" he said grabbing the cake with his gloved hand and bringing it to Fyodor's face, with his free hand he placed it holding Fyodor's jaw opened, again not that Fyodor was putting much resistance, not that he was even planning. The frosting was all over his mouth. He did lick some of it off, but again it was pretty easily getting on the corners of his mouth due to Nikolai feeding him with his hand— a few times he ended it licking some of the cake off the mans gloved hands— Nikolai sure seemed to be enjoying this, he tossed of glove off and continued, this time feeling Fyodor's warm wet mouth, instead of feeling the man cold skin, he for the 1st time felt that Fyodor had some warmth to hid body.
After a bit more of this, Nikolai went in front of the other man, sitting down on his lap,Fyodor made an 'oofm' sound from the sudden weight on top of him now.
"Its nice sitting here on top of your lap…not that comfy but…" He said slowly grinding himself on Fyodor's knee. Facing foreword staring right at Fyodors cold looking expression. He then shifted his weight, causing them to fall backwards with a thud, Fyodor coughed, he was still very much trapped in the chair and now Nikolai was sitting on top of him, Nikolai didn't put all his weight on Fyodor which was so…thoughtful.
He licked his lips looking down at Fyodor with a look — one that a predator would give to its prey— Fyodor raised his eyebrows looking a bit surprised at this action, sure Nikolai had always been touchy but he had never done anything like this."Does my dear Dostoy not like if…if so he can say so and I could stop…" he staid childishly, whispering it into Fyodor's ear — almost made him shiver — which then he licked and took a nibble out of, causing him to like out a breathy sound. Fyodor wasn't quite sure on how to feel, he didn't hate this…it just felt weird to him.
Nikolai then stopped nibbling Fyodors ear, Fyodor was already getting breathy and stuff. "Didn't know you were so sensitive there" he purred before going in for a kiss, giving the other man a sloppy make out session.