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The Line: Eastern Promies Fic

Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Line
Fandom: Eastern Promises
Pairing: Nikolai/Kirill
Summary: If he wanted to survive, no clean-cut line could exist between Nikolai the man and Nikolai the crime boss. He needed to be the hard, cold, merciless bastard he pretended to be.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 775
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to violence, language, sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for slashfest
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

The Line



Since going undercover for the FSB, Nikolai had grown accustomed to committing both crimes and sins on a regular basis. 


Not that he’d ever been an angel. 


He was a thief and a thug.  He had been all his life.  Maybe he’d started working for the FSB in the hope of some sort of redemption but they had known exactly what he was and had put him to use not as a cop but a criminal. 


They were smart people at the FSB.  Nikolai had proven a very successful criminal. 


After Semyon was arrested, Nikolai had been able to take charge of the vory v zakone in London and he ran it with efficiency.  Money changed hands, young girls were kidnapped and raped, and men were beaten or killed at his say so. 


If these activities were repulsive to him, Nikolai gave no indication.  The morality or immorality of his actions was, like Anna and the little girl, not something he allowed himself to think about. 


He did what had to be done.  Perhaps in the end some good might come of it.    If he wanted to survive, no clean-cut line could exist between Nikolai the man and Nikolai the crime boss.  He needed to be the hard, cold, merciless bastard he pretended to be.


Not so easy, he had his weaknesses.  He was kind and kindness gnawed at his resolve, made him do stupid things.  The drug-addled young prostitute he’d fucked in front of Kirill.  He’d also taken unnecessary risks to protect Anna and her family.  


Then there was Kirill. 


Nikolai knew exactly where Kirill stood in the scheme of things.  He had been Nikolai’s point of entry, the one who brought him into the closed circle that was the vory v zakone.  He had served his purpose and now, between his drinking, his emotional instability and the rumors about his sexuality he could very easily become a liability.  Sooner or later, Nikolai would have to move beyond Kirill.


In the best case scenario, Kirill would fuck up on his own, get arrested for some small thing, go to prison for a couple of years allowing Nikolai to continue to rise without him.  Worst case, a high-up would expect Nikolai to show where his loyalties lay and he’d be asked to kill Kirill or at the least consent to his murder.  If it came to that, Nikolai would do it.  Sacrificing either the FSB operation or his own life for Kirill’s was not an option. 


It was no more than Kirill deserved.  Still, the knowledge that he must eventually discard Kirill actually pained Nikolai.  He had been taking care of Kirill for so long maybe he had come to believe that he really cared. 


Kirill of course had his own agenda.  There were things he wanted and things he needed from Nikolai.  When Semyon was still around Kirill had always managed to restrain himself, to cloak his interest in Nikolai as drunken affection or legitimize it with shared women.  With his father out of the picture he was growing demanding.  He didn’t need to be falling down drunk to get all over Nikolai anymore and when he did his intentions were far clearer than they would have been under the patriarch’s eye.  Where he had once groveled at Nikolai’s feet, kissing his shoe, now he buried his face in his friend’s crotch, nuzzling like an over-friendly dog. 


Like that pet dog, he expected his master to maintain the boundaries.  That was what he was used to.  Semyon had always been the one to establish and enforce the perimeters of his son’s behavior.  Kirill expected to be subjected to violence and humiliation when he went too far.  If Nikolai had kicked him in the teeth or called him a queer he would have respected that and backed off. 


Yet somehow, Nikolai couldn’t quite bring himself to draw the line. 


It wasn’t that he wanted Kirill, not that way.  Nikolia had only ever desired women (longed for them, dreamed of them).   It wasn’t that he wanted Kirill, but he was kind.  He would hurt Kirill.  Most likely he would destroy him.  That was inevitable but in the meantime, why not let him have what he wanted?


What did it cost him, to not push Kirill away, to not refuse, to let it happen?  Or even to go further, beyond passive acceptance, and draw Kirill to him, fill Kirill’s mouth with his tongue, dig his fingers into Kirill’s back?  When the time came, he would do what was required of him. 


Until then, what was another sin? 


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 31st, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)
Excellent work. Heart-breaking, dark and painfully credible.
I've read and loved all your EP works and will try stalk, I mean, comment them as well.
Too bad there isn't enough EP fics around on the net...
Nov. 2nd, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm glad you like my take on Eastern Promises.
Nov. 1st, 2008 08:38 am (UTC)
Wonderful! I love your EP works!
Nov. 2nd, 2008 10:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much.
Dec. 30th, 2008 07:53 am (UTC)
Kirill expected to be subjected to violence and humiliation when he went too far. and that thing about Nikolai's kindness. You truly have them both pinned down. Thank you.
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