The First Time Mac Met Nikolai Was When His Sergeant Had Disappeared To Go Have A Smoke Outside Base

Price riding Nik and milking him for everything he has while said Russian whimpers and whines because he’s overstimulated and is not allowed to do anything about it.

I feel like Nik has a tattoo of John’s name somewhere on his chest. Whether that be on his left tit, right tit, or smack dab in the middle, none of that matters to John when he’s kissing his husband’s torso and working his way down to the bulge in his pants.

I also feel like John has a tattoo of Nik’s name on his lower back just above his ass. Whenever the two are alone and he has his shirt off, Nik will trace the design gently with his left hand while the right is fondling his husband to the point of no return.

Whoever created words and English can fuck themselves, because what the fuck do you mean there’s a G in lasagna and it just stays silent?

As a matter of fact, who thought it was a good idea to add silent letters to English??

Long story short, English is dumb, and I’m an essay behind.

This might be a bit weird, but hear me out:

Greekgod!Price sneaking off to go see Castout!Nik during the night at the peach tree where the two lay at each other’s sides and tell stories of their weeks or past adventures, maybe sharing a kiss or two here and there before John has to go.

Greekgod!Price eventually being found out and being sentenced to death before being saved by Castout!Nik, the two falling through the clouds and into the mortal realm where they are found and cursed by Zeus, turning into marble statues in a rundown building where they are eventually found and placed in museum, destined to be together yet damned to be alone forever.

Johnathan Michael Price is an expressive man when it comes to anything, and that should be common knowledge to anyone who knows or has worked with him.

Angry or upset? He’s frowning and making not so subtle threats(and maybe cursing that thing with everything he’s got in him).

Happy or being a little fucker? He’s got that quokka look on his face and is most definitely going to get kicked in the ass for whatever he did later.

Sad or just downright depressed(aren’t we all)? His face is either blank or he’s brooding in his office, but either way no one will ever see except those closest to him.

Nik, however, gets to see all of it, and if you were to ask him his most favorite trait about his husband, it would be everything(because in his eyes, the man is like a god to be praised). But if he had to choose, it would be that John is an expressive man that isn’t scared to share his thoughts or emotions.

He feels strongly, which is shown through his face and actions, and that’s what Nik loves most about him because— when you’ve been through what they’ve been through, you don’t express a lot. And the fact that John still does shows that he’s more human than he’ll ever know.

Legit foaming at the mouth over this (series?). Damn near about to have a stroke out of pure excitement for the next part.

nobody asked but here's Part 2 of Mafia Boss Nikolai / Hitman Price. Part 1.

Nikolai was currently pinned to the ground by a very strong Englishman. One that he's grown accustomed to for a few weeks now. Noticing his presence in every room, the little hints he leaves behind of his visits to Nik's quarters. Nikolai didn't feel threatened by it, even now, with a knife pressed to his throat.

"Go on, then. Do your job." Nikolai smiled under him. They came close a few other times but the hitman was unlucky. Nikolai always found an escape in this little cat and mouse game they had going on.

Nikolai was also aware of the effect he had on the other man. His grin grew wider, so it wasn't a fruitless effort after all. Judging by the wide blown eyes of the man on top of him and his quickened breathing. Did he hit a nerve?

Price was unfocused, staring at Nikolai's face so close to him, his words echoing in his head. This was finally it. He came here to finish the job and collect his prize. After all that running around, Nikolai was finally under him, defenseless.

But it felt wrong. Something was off. Why was he grinning? Price brought the knife closer to his throat, nudging the soft skin under his hands. He was aware of the movement on his lower body but decided to ignore it. Nikolai was playing with him. Mocking him. Price hated it. Hated how his brain became cloudy just because the man grinded against him once. Goddamn him for being so gorgeous. Fuck.

Price snapped out of it by the sounds of footsteps rapidly approaching. It had to be Nikolai's men. That'd explain why Nikolai was so relaxed. Price grit his teeth before drawing himself back, cursing under his breath. "Damn it."

Nikolai had that shit eating grin on his face still, not even bothering to get up from the floor, he looked up to him. "Until next time, then, John."

Price froze on the spot. Hearing his real name from the man he was supposed to kill sent a shiver down his spine. Nope. This job was fucked from the beginning. It shouldn't have come this far. Price dreaded the implications of it, the inevitable stain on his record. This man was too much for him.

He had to move before he could think too much about it. Until next time it is, he thought to himself.

**

It's been a few weeks after that occurrence, Price laying low for a while to gather his information (and his head) together. He had to take a step back. Nikolai, the actual fucking target, was too much of a distraction for him, with the way he became so frustrated that he'd end up emptying a load into his hand while angrily muttering the Russian's name on lonely nights.

Price turned the key and entered his apartment, too caught up in his own head to notice the signs of an intrusion. The lights were off, but before he could turn to switch them on, he found himself being pushed against the wall with force.

The wind was knocked out of him, Price in shock, as strong hands grabbed him by the throat and pulled him close. "Hello again."

That voice. "You.." Price rasped out, struggling to breathe as he squirmed under the man. It was him.

"Been a while, thought I'd pay you a visit." He had the same teasing tone in his voice, which Price loathed.

Price struggled for a while, trying to get himself free from the mans hold, but the hands on his throat were too strong, taking his breath away and fogging his mind. He decided to focus on his breathing instead.

"Now, now, I'm surprised you didn't notice the car in front, I expected you'd barge in with a gun in your hand, but I guess you were distracted, hm?" Nikolai kept teasing. He could feel the man grinning despite the darkness in the room. Price hadn't noticed he came closer, bodies pressed together now, too busy trying not to suffocate.

"You and I are going to have a talk, but I need you to behave, okay?" Price could feel Nik's breath on his face, his expensive cologne hitting his nose, dizzying him even further. He wanted more of it.

Nikolai patted his cheek before he released him, taking a step back to let the man collect himself, currently in a coughing fit. "I know you won't do anything stupid. So how about we sit down?" Nikolai turned his back and walked into the living room, taking in the surroundings. He didn't turn on the light, just observed Price's living space as he sat down on the couch. The dim light coming from the streets were enough for the two to see each other.

Price fell to his knees, trying to collect his breathing after almost getting his windpipe crushed. Fuck, the man was strong. And he'd be lying if he said that didn't set something on fire in his stomach. Having his body so close to his, their groins pressed together, the hot breath on his face and the threatening hand on his throat. The sick thrill of it all. He was fucked.

Nikolai greeted him with a smile as Price finally entered the room, following his lead and sitting down across him. He could kill the man right here, right now. Nikolai came to him, willingly, not even armed. After all that chase, after everything. It was all confusing to John. He needed answers before he finished the man.

"Why are you here?" Price said flatly, his voice a bit hoarse, staring directly into the other mans eyes. He felt uneasy under Nikolai's gaze, it was as if the man was considering something, looking him up and down. Didn't help the fucking butterflies in his stomach when the man licked his lips thoughtfully before speaking,

"I believe we haven't had the chance to talk properly before, no?" Nikolai replied with a smile. Price could tell he was enjoying this.

"No, reckon I was too busy trying to do my job."

Nikolai paused for a moment, "Ah, right. Your job. I assume it's killing me." Price kept staring at him.

He continued, "I must say I'm flattered, John, nobody has ever come this close to actually finishing me, you know?" He didn't break the eye contact. "Someone must really want me dead." He chuckled.

"Why are you here." Price repeated again. He didn't know where Nikolai was going with this, and he was getting tired of the mind games. He hated everything about this. Failing at his job, his own frustrating feelings towards the man sitting in front of him, the stupid grin on his face and his annoyingly charming accent, he hated it all. He wanted to wipe that grin off his face with a punch, or a kiss, whatever worked. Damn it.

"You see, this isn't my first time dealing with people who are out to kill me. I've handled many of them, finished them with my own hands. But you, I must say, you've picked my interest over the last few weeks."

"Yeah? What's so special about me, then?" Price replied.

"You're.. how to say, persistent. Normally I would have you executed after the first attempt, but your methods are.. different. I am quite charmed by you." Nikolai said, his eyes never leaving John's. "Too bad you want me dead, I could've used someone like you in my... business." Price knew that's not what he meant. He'd be stupid to think this was a simple "job offering".

"You came all the way here to compliment me?" Price was amused. He didn't know how to feel about the fact that his interest in the man was clearly mutual.

"Da. You could say that." Nikolai grinned before continuing, "But also it'd be nice if you told me who sent you after me. I would hate to ruin such a pretty face like yours just to get that information."

Price swallowed, the words sending shivers down his spine. If he had any doubts about it before, this cleared all of them.

[aaand I got stuck. The dialogue kept going, as bad as it was. Just so you know they're definitely fucking. The tension was evident and they both want to fuck each other stupid. thanks for reading this far???????????? i doubt anyone would tbh]

I don’t see a lot of posts where characters get old, so I think this was a good change in pace. It reminds me that they’re not gonna be young forever and will get old someday(as will everyone if they’re not taken out early).

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Why am I being poetic about fictional characters? Christ, I need help.

We've come out for an end of half term pint and he's having to go for a piss every five minutes, I stg...

Thinking of John teasing Nik, smirk on his damn face, whiskers twitching, as Nik stands for the third time in an hour and a half. "Hittin' the head again, old man?"

Nik raising an eyebrow. "Just wait, captain. A handful more years and you will be joining me."

"Never."

"Your fate is inevitable. Face it with dignity." Nik wipes a thumb over John's moustache, removing the foam left behind by his stout, before he leaves.

John watches him swagger into the gents, heart warmed by the idea that Nik intends to stay to watch him get old.

Nik likes to fuck with Price by putting his hands up the back of his shirt and touching him with his freezing cold hands(this earns him an ass-whooping, but he’ll do it again).

I think that Nik may have a TOUCH of eczema on his body. Maybe on the backs of his hands or in the crook of his arms and neck.

Either way, it’s a pain in the ass when Summer and Winter roll around and he runs out of his medicated cream because his skin gets all dry and cracks or it flares and he ends up with gashes in those areas from scratching it so much.

Luckily for him, John is always there to help!

He’ll make sure he always has his cream when he can, and if he starts to scratch at those areas he’ll move his hand and rub gently at the spot to soothe it. If Nik manages to scratch a gash however, he’ll run it under cold or warm water. (Nik likes scolding hot water but knows that the other two options are best for him.)

Alright, so where the shit is my package..