I Don’t Know If You’ve Done This Already, But What Do You Think About A WildWest!NikPrice Au?

It’s around 6 when Nikolai gets back to his cabin from hunting, setting his boots down by the front door and calling out to his husband, John, who was in the living room watching TV.

Getting no response, Nik just chuckles and sheds his coat before walking into the living room and bending over the couch to kiss the side John’s temple, cold skin meeting his lips.

“You are freezing my love.” He says softly, grabbing a blanket and draping it over his chest. “It is below thirty degrees. You should wrap up.”

Still getting no response, Nik just huffs softly before going to shower and changing into something more comfortable, stopping by the kitchen on his way back to the living room to grab some tea for the two of them.

“Your favorite.” He says quietly, setting the mug down in John’s stiff hands and settling beside him. “Do not drink too fast, it is fresh from kettle.”

Still, no response.

Nik glances at his husband with a soft expression, noticing the bags under his eyes and the slight sluggishness to his posture.

“You are sleepy.” He says, and John’s body slumps over onto Nik’s, causing him to laugh. “You need rest dear.”

Just as he said that, John’s phone lit up even more missed calls and unread messages from his team, Laswell, and MacMillan, to which Nik just frowned and turned it over, muttering something about how they ‘always interrupt them’ and how they should ‘leave them alone’.

Soon, Nik gets sleepy too and rests his head atop John’s, not minding the sticky wet feeling on his cheek as he wrapped a big arm around his husband’s back, pulling him closer to his chest.

“Sleep well my love.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to John’s cold forehead before turning off the missing person’s report on the TV and going to sleep.

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]

Say if Price got injured and was sent to the ER to get fixed up and the moment he comes out of surgery he’s loopy and muttering nonsense.

His boys come to visit him first, and damn if they don’t take the many advantages that their loopy captain gives them. Johnny draws on his cast, Kyle bribes him for the rest of his sweets in his office, and Simon gets him to sign off on letting him skip recruit-training.

Next is Laswell and her wife Sarah. The two make sure he’s comfortable before teasing him, and John just lets it happen, brain too muddled to come up with his usual sassy retort.

Last is Nikolai.

The man walks in quietly and takes a look at his husband before looking around the room and noticing the little trinkets and things that his boys and their friends had left around the room(as well as the many penises that were on his cast). He then takes a seat beside John and grabs his hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss..

That was until he felt the hand get snatched away and slapped softly across his face.

“Johnathan?” Nik asks with mild surprise, eyes rising to meet a glaring, upset John Price.

“Don’t do that.” The man says with a frown, glaring daggers at Nik. “I have a man, and he’s my husband, and we’re married. ‘M a taken man.”

Oh. The doctors gave him some more pain medicine before he got here. Explains a lot.

“My apologies.” Nik said as he backed off a bit with his hands raised a bit, deciding to feed into his husband’s loopy thought process. “Didn’t know you had a significant other.”

“Yeah I do.” John says with a roll of his eyes. “Bes’ damn husband a man could ask for.”

“Mhm, and how so?”

“He helps me cook, clean, loves me lots n’ lots, always helps with missions, loves my boys like their his own. What more could a person wish for when they have the perfect man by their side?”

“True. But doesn’t he irritate you sometimes?”

“Impossible. He only irritates me when he’s not taking some time for himself like he should be. Military work is hard, y’know?”

“Understandable. And what is your favorite thing about your husband?”

“My favorite thing..” John paused for a bit, sighing softly as he seemed to sink lower into the hospital bed. “His hugs. He’s big and broad, so when he hugs you it’s like a blanket draping itself over you. He makes me feel warm when he does hug me, like everything will be okay.”

The room goes quiet for a bit as Nik contemplates John’s words, melting at the way that his husband seemed to have melted when describing him. Suddenly, John added another comment.

“It makes me want to open his skin and crawl inside of it. Like Venom.”

Nik bursts out laughing at that, happy that he managed to get all of that on video to show the boys and Laswell later.

Someone tries to grope Price at a military ball he and his husband Nik are attending and the huge Russian pilot comes off his rocker and knocks the offending guy clean out.

(John gratefully thanks him later by laying back on their hotel bed and taking all of Nik)

tw: mentions of death?

Price and the team pinned down in active combat zone. Patience wearing thin, along with their ammo. Doesn't seem so promising.

Nikolai's chopper up above providing air support and waiting for the right moment to land so they can get the fuck out of there. They are under heavy fire and it'll require a miracle to get them out safely. Luckily, Nikolai specializes in "upside down", so there's still hope.

Except, that hope dissipates the moment they all witness Nikolai's chopper going down in flames, an explosion following it the moment it touches the ground.

They don't have time to mourn, or even process their shock, as the enemy is equally surprised and the team has to use their brief moment of weakness to return fire and clean them all. They're trained soldiers, they've lost men and seen explosions before, they can't stop to mourn the dead in the middle of combat, they have a job to do.

So, in the end, the team makes it out alive. Every last one of the enemy is killed, had to be done. By far the messiest job they ever handled, but sometimes shit just go sideways. Sometimes it goes so fucking wrong that you watch as your comrade goes down in flames.

The ride back to the base is quiet. It all happens too fast anyways, they don't have time to search the ruins for Nikolai's body. Have to make sure they are safe and secure first, that the rest of them are alive and not-injured.

Price is out of it for the most part, his world stopped spinning the moment he saw the chopper explode. His eyes are dull, he doesn't hear anything, doesn't process any of the words directed at him. There is only one image in his head, and it's the helicopter in flames. It repeats over and over in his head.

The boys handle the mission briefing, Price is excused for the day. Hell, he's excused for however long he wants to. You don't just come back from that.

And he doesn't.

He's not sure what's happening at all. He hasn't processed it yet. He doesn't return anybody's worried calls or texts. Not from Laswell, not from his sister or anybody else.

One moment he's standing in his, their, bedroom. The next moment he finds himself standing over the ruins over the helicopter. It has barely been 24 hours, the remains of the crash are not cleaned up yet.

Price wants to see it for himself, that Nikolai is dead. The realization will fully sink in when he finally sees the body.

He's barely holding it together as he scans the area with a flashlight, hands shaking, selfishly knocking on god's door when he knows he hasn't been there in years.

He looks for traces of Nikolai, anything to confirm that he's dead, and yet he finds none. There are traces of blood and pieces of his flight jacket around, pretty badly burnt too, but the man himself is nowhere to be seen. Price doesn't know how to feel about that.

All of a sudden it's too much, and he sinks to his knees. His sobs are the only noise to be heard in the quiet night.

A few weeks pass, or so Price thinks. He hasn't bothered checking the calendar ever since Nikolai died. Disappeared? He doesn't know. It doesn't matter what day of the month it was when he re-lives the same day over and over again anyway.

There isn't any ceremonies made for the man. Only an empty grave with the name "Nikolai" on it for the people who knew him to pay their respects to. Price doesn't visit it. Part of him still believes he's out there somewhere.

His suspicions soon turn out to be true, though the discovery almost kills him on the spot.

A knock on his door, two am in the morning. Price doesn't have to get up from his bed as he's not sleeping anyway, hasn't been able to in weeks. He's exhausted, blue eyes tired and red from crying, and he's not sure if his mind is playing tricks on him as he opens the door to the sight of Nikolai.

There Nikolai stands in front of him. Leaning on a cane, his pretty face covered in scratches and bruises, but he stands there alive. His heart breaks at the sight of Price, and he doesn't know where to begin.

"John.." He can't bear looking at him. At how ruined Price looks, like he can't believe Nikolai is real, like him dying was the end of the world to him.

Price is barely holding it together. Either Nikolai is really back or God is playing a sick, cruel fucking joke on him. He can't tell.

"Thought we lost ya'..." He manages to let out when he finds his voice again, hoarse and shaky. He takes a step forward and lifts his hand, putting it on Nikolai's cheek as if to make sure Nikolai is really there.

And he is, he is there. His skin is warm under his hands like Price remembers. Nikolai stares at his wet blue eyes as he himself struggles with words.

"I'm not easy to get rid of, Captain." He lets out a laugh, leaning into Price's touch.

The weekend is upon me and suddenly all my depressive thoughts are being replaced by ones of clarity and happiness.

Hallelujah, thank you Jesus.

Remember seeing that in class once(as well as the autopsy), and goodness gracious it was something.

If someone can find a blamy with just as much fire power then us Americans might actually be able to recreate it without it being a hoax or an organized accident.

Did you see that Elon Musk did a Nazi salute TWICE durning trumps inauguration??!?!!,! Yeah, I’m only fuming a little. Totally unrelated, how would literally any character kill a man? Violence is on the table.

(For legal reasons, this is not me looking for ways to kill Elon Musk. This is me being angry :) )

Oh, I fucking saw. That Nazi, built like a deep breath looking motherfucker.

God, do you remember Dallas, November 22nd 1963?

Fine weather that day, I think Musk should go and I trust America to recreate the exact circumstances that took place that day.

Nikolai has one enemy. And enemy who's demise he awaits excitedly.

Block Blast.

John downloaded it, and now the phone remains in his hand at all times. It has his focus whenever he isn't thinking of work and Nikolai is grieving the day that walking around in sweatpants and no shirt was as effective at keeping John's gaze.

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.

Nikolai and Price going to the gym together and working on either legs or back muscles.

Price is focused on his squats, finishing sets quickly and stopping to take a short break before going back to the barbell to finish up.

Nik isn’t so focused on what he’s doing though. Instead, he’s watching the way those tight shorts hug his the captain’s thighs and arse, and the way they stretch whenever Price goes down for a squat.

Damn it, he was getting a boner.

As his mind started to wander a little further than what it should be, he snaps out of his trance just in time to see Price struggle a bit with the newly weight added, stumbling just a tad.

Nik immediately gets behind him to help steady the bar up so he could finish his last set.

“I got you. Take it slow.”

Nik watched as Price huffed before slowly going down again, ass almost pressing up against Nik’s crotch before moving.

That pattern repeats about five more times before he finishes and slowly walks the bar back over to the rack.

“Bloody hell.” Price huffs, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a swig of water. “My legs feel weak.”

Nik just stared at him as he ranted, eyes never leaving the fat swell of his ass until Price noticed and popped him with his towel.

“Eyes up here perv.”

“They are.”

“I can’t bloody tell with the wood yer’ sportin’.”

It was then that Nik realized that his boner had intensified and grew into a noticeable tint.

“Will you help me with it?”

Price popped him again with the towel before grabbing his stuff and walking away, hips purposefully swaying in the way they did when he was being an asshole.

“Maybe.”

Nik bit back a grunt at that and gathered his things quickly before following after his lover, determined to get a piece of what Price was advertising.