Dear All,

Here is CH.20 PART 2 as I promised yesterday. I wanted to posted it earlier, but I came back home at 10 PM, so you can imagine I had a long day :)

Now, please let me THANK YOU for the incredible love, enthusiasm and support you showed for Part 1: it's simply amazing! Thank you for your comments, messages and votes! I was blown away when I checked them...guys, you are awesome <3

I know some aren't so comfortable with Anatoly and Oleg being "balanced", but you have to see that it's part of their relationship and personalities. I create the bed part according to characters personalities. For instance, Alexi also would "switch", for he would move Hell and Heaven for his Travis of course, but our Travis doesn't want to because he loves Alexi being very wild. So you see what I mean?

I'll be looking forward to reading your comments: I would like to DEDICATE PART 2 to ALL OF YOU, as HUGE THANK YOU for your love and support! I hope you'll enjoy it.

A picture of Anatoly (--> very handsome Alexander Ludwig), but of course Tolya has tattoos and different expression, but you know what I mean. You can picture him according to the description. The song is the same from Part 1.

Now, enjoy Part 2!

"And when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment..." by Plato in The Symposium

OLEG POV:

"Anatoly, I want to feel you inside of me," I told him, staring straight into his eyes and feeling my blood roaring at the view of his expression.

I desired to feel the same he did before when he was held by me, and I desired Anatoly to feel the way I did when I was driving him in undiluted and shredding ecstasy.

"Oh God, if you tell me this you'll drive me nuts, you know this, right?"

"I mean it," I said with rawer voice and his eyes widened a moment as he tried to restrain his reactions and body. "I want us to experience every sensation the other felt." My eyes held his firmly and he breathed more erratic.

I meant it not this time only, because it was clear it was an aspect of our physical relationship that we both needed. I would never be entirely content and satisfied by not feeling the wildness and intensity of Anatoly, as his ways would possibly arouse me more and more. None of us would ever be able to feel constrained or restricted in the way of expressing our emotions, feelings and physical yearnings.

"Anatoly," I said more firmly and his breathing sharpened to a point that his chest was rising and lowering in evident exhales and inhales, his eyes gazing at me with such fierceness that I could almost savour it on me, almost tasting his desire. "As I told you earlier, I want the raw, temperamental and true Anatoly."

"Oh fuuucckk me, Oleg, I'll go mental with that but I so damn want it, too," he groaned, once more closing his lips on mine rather roughly, slipping his demanding tongue inside, while his hands closed around my back. Our bodies pressed together and there was no mistaking in how we both were hard and excited. Anatoly was an intense and quite dangerous kisser, because his emotions were there exposed in the way his tongue claimed mine and tried to dominate it.

Indeed, Anatoly and I were two of a kind, even more in bed.

Our kiss became more intense, drowning us in more sensual ecstasy and soon we were growling to have more. This time he stopped the kiss and stared at me with almost crazed eyes, his chest rising and lowering in deep and uneven breaths, his body evidently tensed by the excitement running in his blood.

"Turn Oleg," he said with thick and raw voice and before complying his request that sounded more like an order, I took his mouth for a kiss that lured his lust completely out. Then I turned around as he had said and I felt him completely pressed on me, his hardness stroking me pulsing and demanding. I took a long breath to will some control in my mind, because feeling Anatoly in such state aroused me more than I thought. "Oh God," he hissed on my neck, while his arms and hands wrapped around my torso, one slowly descending and finding my erection. He shuddered and so did I when his hand closed around me and his teeth sank in my shoulder.

Anatoly clearly had a thing for biting me and it sure was something I did not mind.

He pulled back to allow himself to draw the tattoos and scars on my back with his mouth and tongue, moving lower on my body; he fondled my ass in his hands and hissed out loud, feeling his hair tickling the feverish skin of my back, his tongue taking its time in the intent to tear my control in shreds. He sure had a talent for that and, the moment I felt his mouth on my lower back and slowly trailing on my glutes, a feral groan formed in my throat. My muscles tensed and clenched to a point that I gritted my teeth to control it, for his touch was possibly arousing me more.

"Anatoly," I snarled out, fisting the pillow beside my face, which risked to be shredded by the strength of my grip.

"Oh damn, Oleg...this feels fucking amazing..." His voice sounded altered, as if possessed and spoken by his own desire.

His tongue and lips ravenously trailed the muscles of my ass and his teeth scraped the skin, for then biting it as his seized my sides. We both let out a very fierce growl and I braced my forearms on the bed sheets, letting my head fall in front of me in the intent to control what was coursing in my blood. The desire and lust were so powerful that for a moment I wished to pin Anatoly on the bed giving me his back, for then sinking very deep inside of him. But I had to will control in my mind. I desired to feel him in me more than anything else at the moment. He pushed himself up and rested his chest on my back, his lips murmuring in my ear.

"I damn want you, so freaking much that you have no idea, Oleg."

The way he said my name fuelled my already mounting desire and excitement, so my hand shot to his hair and grabbed it hard while I brought his mouth on mine. Our tongues lost in the frenzy and heat of the kiss and then I tore away from it, gaining a very satisfying groan of annoyance from Anatoly.

"I want you, brat," I challenged him and his eyes smouldered in palpable lust and it looked like his temper was about to crack. This was precisely what I craved for.

Anatoly reached for the lube and we exchanged a glance that without doubts aroused us even more; he moved lower on me and once more fiercely provoked me with his mouth and tongue, now daring on more dangerous paths. My entire body shuddered violently when I felt his warm tongue tracing the curves of my glutes, his fingers ravenously sinking on my hips. My breathing sharpened and my eyes shut closed in the intent to avoid slipping out of control completely; the effect Anatoly had on me only increased further as we became more physical and it reached levels I had not foreseen. I heard my own groans and they sounded almost like coming from some beast without any shred of rationality left. His finger took the place of his tongue, feeling it sleek with the lube as he clearly enjoyed touching me.

I had never allowed anybody to take such liberties with me or even simply be on my back. The rather inexplicable fact was that here with Anatoly it felt like a ticking bomb about to explode: my blood seethed with eagerness and yearning, singing loud in my mind at the sensation of Anatoly's body pressed on mine.

He slipped his finger inside and I hissed out powerfully, my blood suddenly pulsing faster in my veins. This is how he had felt before? His breathing was rugged and loud, and while he worked inside of me, his mouth tongue took drawing the lines of my scars. It seemed like he had an unconscious attraction to them, for reasons I could comprehend only by knowing him well. I kept my eyes closed to not entirely slip out of control, because the way his finger stroked in me, then followed by another and more, along with the touch of his warm tongue proved to be a hard challenge.

"Oleg, fuuuucckkk...I'm doing this but I'm so damn hard and excited," he said with raw voice.

"Do you have an idea how you make me feel now?" I replied, unmistakably showing the state of my mind and senses through the thickness and darkness of my voice.

"If you feel only half of what I felt before, Oleg...you're so damn hot and this is so freaking exciting, damn I want more."

"Anatoly, if you keep talking I will get out of control, which means that later I will take you so hard that you will not have energy left to contradict me," I warned him.

"Ohh gooooood," he snarled out, driving my control to its extreme limits and at the verge of threatening irrationality, as he sank his fingers deeper, reaching the way to tear a groan of pure and feral pleasure out of my throat.

"You dangerous punk," I murmured as my body seethed and my muscles flexed under him.

He lay a moment beside me, thus our eyes met; they reflected the same lust and the same love. Then his fingers retreated and I rolled on my back, pulling him straddling me, which was quite the breathtaking and rather threatening view.

"Now what, Anatoly?" I challenged him in the purpose to inflame his temper and wildness. His eyes glowed in mounting desire and it was clear I had succeeded in my intent, given how he visibly shuddered.

"Now I will make you see how this punk can tear your damn control in pieces," he hissed out and snatched a condom that he rolled on his very hard and powerful length.

I smirked at his provocation and lay back staring at him purposely challenging him as I crossed my arms behind my head. He gulped as his eyes travelled my body and rested on my hardness; as a result, I followed his stare and with one hand I began to stroke myself. Anatoly planted his hands on my hips and followed my movements as if hypnotized.

"This is so damn hot," he breathed out and then coated his covered hardness with lube, also slowly touching himself. That was such a sensuous and provocative view: Anatoly himself was lust and excitement. For a few moments we lost ourselves in that entrancing ecstasy of senses and pleasure. Then he placed himself between my thighs and his length pressed against me. We never broke eyes contact and I bent my knees up the moment he leaned closer and our lips met. "You drive me out of mind, Oleg."

"So do you, Anatoly."

Feeling him in such excited state and slowly penetrating me was something that I would never be able to describe properly; it felt as if our connection somehow deepened and reached a stronger point, allowing us to share everything, understanding each other in a way that surpassed what we already had. I possibly fell in love for him even more. My head dropped back and my lips parted in a loud hiss of blinding pleasure as Anatoly completely thrust long and deep inside of me, after having allowed me to adjust to his considerable hardness. I moved my hands on his hips, guiding his shifting and penetration, pulling him more on me.

"You are incredible, brat," I panted out as he plunged more fiercely, his control already lost as he began to move in regular and control-shredding thrusts. My blood ran wild in my veins and every muscle of my body was strained in complete sensual abandon. One of my hands reached for the back of his neck and pulled his mouth on mine. I wanted more of Anatoly.

"Ya tee-bya lyu-blyu, Oleg," he breathed on my lips and I let my tongue invade his mouth, for then replying him.

"Ya znayu, Anatoly." I pulled him deeper in me, for I craved for more and more, feeling his length pulsing and taking me with increasing avidity, so I blocked his thrusting a moment to savour the sensation of Anatoly completely buried inside of me. Something dangerously snapped in me and I had to close my eyes a moment, my entire body trembling at very primal impulses and pleasure this punk was stirring in me. "Ya tozhe tee-bya lyu-blyu," I replied, my voice echoing my state of mind and senses.

Anatoly went to grab my wrists and pressed them on each side of my head, while he slowly slid inside and slowly pulled back, my groin responding to the shattering pleasure coursing my body by hardening. He sank more and longer and our fingers connected in a strong grip, our foreheads touching; our skins were sleek with sweat and Anatoly was definitely driving me to a devastating orgasm. He was intense and avid, strong and rather temperamental in the way of making love and it felt like he wanted to physically possess me and claim me as his. His length stroked harder inside and each time pulled at the strings of my lust, drowning me in more feral and undiluted sensual pleasure. Our grip tightened and his thrusting increased the pace and intensity, while my hips followed it and guided him deeper, wanting him wilder; Anatoly seemed to understand me and soon we were lost in a rather primal and wild love making, kissing and loving each other till our last drop of sanity.

I freed a hand to stroke myself and Anatoly also wrapped his hand around my pulsing and impossible rock-hard member; the pace of our stroking followed the pace of his thrusting and soon we both reached such powerful and long orgasm at the same time that our growls filled the room and confused in our domineering and shredding ecstasy. I felt him trembled inside of me as he sank one last time, keeping in there a moment longer and sending more spasms of pleasure down my core. I groaned his name out loud as my vision momentarily clouded for the uncontrolled strength of my culmination and then my head dropped back on the cool sheets.

"Oh ffuuuckkk meee...." he hissed out and then collapsed on top of me, slowly pulling out. "This was...I'm not sure my brain is properly connected right now," he panted loudly.

I said nothing for a while, still savouring the lingering sensation of the very powerful orgasm, of him entirely inside of me, of our bodies connected. I levelled out a long breath, closing my eyes a moment. Anatoly had been beyond what I had imagined and I was aware that I yearned for much more. Once we would be both entirely unrestrained, I had a feeling that love making would step into another dimension. Another silent exhale left my lips and my eyes opened up to look at him. He was beyond mere words.

"You are a very wild and explosive lover, Anatoly," I admitted as a smile formed on my lips. "A rather dangerous one, I might add."

"Is it good?" He asked now studying my eyes and I pulled his face closer to me.

"Dah, very good and I love it." We brushed the tips of noses together and we chuckled as we felt ticklish, letting the quietness of the silent room wrap around us for a moment, as we relished in our love.

After a while, he removed the condom and we both got up, walking to the bathroom where we quickly refreshed ourselves. Somehow, we could not stop touching and it was clear it was all due to the fact we were entirely free to love each other. No more boundaries or lines existed between us and we had connected to a point that brought us closer than before. To be allowed and being able to tell him openly about my attachment and love was something that made my heart and mind vibrate, and it wrapped them in a feeling that before I had not been aware of its existence.

After, we lay back in bed rather exhausted and breathing hard and roughly, only looking at each other as a smile was on our lips. I reached for his hand and Anatoly moved closer to me, resting his head a few inches solely far from mine; I rolled on my side to better stare at him and he did the same, seeing his side rising and lowering in long and deep inhales and exhales.

"God, I am completely beat," he said, letting his hand slowly caressing my arm. "I had an idea that you might be quite the beasty bastard, but this was something different."

"I can turn the same compliment right back at you, Anatoly," I told him, feeling my blood start to smoulder at the thought of him completely inside of me, his strong note of aggressiveness and possessiveness enhanced by the act of our rather feral love making.

"But you held back, didn't you?" He asked while his silvery eyes darkened a moment for the wrong reason.

"Anatoly, you said yourself that long time passed, and do you think I could simply take you and love you completely unleashed? I would never hurt you and you need to understand this. I might desire you to a point that I question my own rationality, but that does not mean I will behave in any irresponsible way. You need time, we both need time. Do you understand me, Anatoly?" I had let my hand move on the side of his face, caressing it with my knuckles, for then concentrating on his lips. "Do you understand me?" I pushed him flat under me and our naked bodies vibrated at the touch of our heated skins. "I wish to be completely without limits with you probably more than you do, believe me. I will love you and take you in such way, do not worry, Anatoly." He visibly swallowed down and brought his hands on my ass.

Ah, terrible and dangerous punk he was.

"Anatoly, do you wish me to destroy you this much?"

"Oh hell yeah, I might actually want that," he said with now strained voice and I closed my eyes a moment, taking a deep intake of air.

"We both need a shower," I said and the sound of my voice mirrored the state of my feelings and emotions.

"A shower and then we are going to sleep because you know, you're older than me, so..." What a brat he could be sometimes.

Without giving Anatoly the time to see it, I turned him around facing the sheets, and my hands went to take strong and rather ravenous hold of his ass, powerfully seizing it, while my now hardening length pushed against the line of his ass cheeks, pressing my weight down on him. I knew my lips had curved in a way that promised Anatoly payback for his bratty insolence.

"I will make you take back every single word after we have showered," I told him with darkening and rather commanding voice. "You did ask for it, Anatoly."

"Oh fuck," he hissed out.

"Indeed."

ANATOLY POV:

We walked back from the bathroom as we took a shower after he made love to me in the most intense and consuming way possible; I slumped on his bed completely freaking drained. I wasn't sure if my heart still did beat in my chest and if my lungs were actually sucking in air or not; my brain had been scattered around by the most powerful and damn shattering orgasm. I had planned to return the favour, but right now I was nowhere able to do so. My legs felt still shaky and the mere thought of it was enough to make me shudder and my head spin. Honestly, Oleg was a beast when remotely leashed, so I had no freaking idea how he would be without restraints. No wonder he said he wished to take it "easier," if that could have been considered in such terms. But man, he was beyond freaking incredible and I began to understand the Mighty Sasha and what he told me about his crazy half.

I swallowed down and snorted thinking about that, yeah well, there was no denying before I had been so horny that it was almost painful. But for crying out loud, I was a healthy nineteen years ago guy with a beast of a man as partner. Oleg was...oh sweet Lord he was pure damnation in terms of sex and his body definitely turned me on like a madman. Being inside of him honestly almost threw me to complete madness. He was warm and pulsing, yet so damn solid and as if made of some not-very-human material, because his muscles were so firm and rock-like. And his dark eyes, the scar on one of them and the inks on his neck...crap; I had to stop thinking about it because I was really drained and freaking beat.

"You destroyed me," I somehow murmured out, feeling his chest now cradling my back as he pulled me in his arms, while we rested on our sides. His lips rested on the back of my neck and his hands had closed around me.

"You had asked for it, Anatoly," he replied in his usual levelled voice and I swear, I knew he was probably smirking like the bastard he was. The crazy thing about that? As much as it somehow irritated me, I also fucking loved it.

"Yeah, I asked for it," I had to admit, because he was right and what was I complaining about? I freaking loved it and I had no idea it was possible to almost pass out for a climax. It had been so strong that my head really spun like hell. "You're a hot beast Oleg, you know this?"

Right, he might have been quite the intense and destroying beast, but all in all he was a gentle beast. I knew he had held himself back before.

"I like to hear this," he murmured on my neck, tightening his embrace. I relished in the strong but gentle hold of his bulky arms and I rested my hands on his.

I had never noticed this side of Oleg before, but let me tell you something: the bastard turned out to be quite an arrogant bastard in bed, obviously aware of the effect he had on me and clearly enjoying seeing me groan and moan in his hands. He wasn't arrogant in a bad way, as if in the meaning of selfish, for Oleg was nothing like that; I believe there was no man out there that would care about his partner's pleasure and safety like Oleg did. But he knew the power he had on me and he freaking knew how much I loved this, how it drove me out of mind. Arghh...I shivered as I recalled how he had pinned me against the bed on my stomach, blocking my wrists with his strong grip while he shoved his damn hard cock in me. I swallowed down and his lips brushed my ear.

"What are you thinking about?" I could almost feel them forming that expression that easily started my temper.

"Nothing," I lied and he chuckled, making my heart race faster at the sound of it. When he was relaxed and absolutely in his out-of-duty mood, Oleg was the most endearing person and he actually had some sense of humour that honestly surprised me.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and I shook my head not knowing what to say. My brain was still slightly scattered around. "Nothing?"

"I'm not sure I have much energies left to do much right now," I said, pretty much not caring if that sounded lame. He had damn destroyed me and I needed some time to recharge.

"You also managed to tire me very much, but it feels good and right now I am mostly relaxed, feeling in peace." At his words, I turned around to face him and his eyes held that very kind and gentle expression that each time grabbed my heart in a tight grip. I looked at him a moment without saying anything and he smiled. "What is it?"

"I think I feel in the same way," I told him and his arms pulled me closer against his reassuring and power-vibrating body. He was warm, strong, pulsing and terribly gentle. I fucking loved him so much. I hugged him back and after a while I realised I was starving. "I'm actually hungry," I suddenly babbled out, hearing my stomach pretty much howling in response.

"So am I, now that you mention it." He released me from his arms and stretched long. Seeing his muscles flex in the act of stretching gave a complete new meaning and dimension to my hunger and starvation, but somehow I managed to tear my eyes away. "Shall we eat something?" He hadn't missed my obvious ogling but spared me from any comment.

"Can we also watch something? I don't want to go right to bed and it's not exactly late and tomorrow is Sunday, so..." He smiled and shook his head.

"You choose the film, Anatoly. I will see what can be prepared now." I looked at him and hesitated a moment with a question, but obviously he read into me without the least effort, just like he would read a kindergarten kid's book. Great. This was still rather annoying, but whatever, I was getting used to it somehow. "What is it?" I pondered my request in my mind and then decided to simply talk, because it was pointless to go around in circles and didn't he give me the keys of his place?

"Can I sleep here tomorrow night?"

"I would like that," he simply replied and then softly kissed my forehead, going to get up and my eyes shamelessly roamed his naked body. I almost let out a rather embarrassing groan of disappointment as he went to grab a pair of shorts, realising though he had not gone for any underwear. "I take you do not mind if I do not wear any underwear, am I right?" He shot me his most infamous smirk and I rolled my eyes. Annoying and freaking hot bastard. "I feel more comfortable in this way right now."

"Obviously I don't mind it," I replied, going to search for something to wear and I stopped and just observed him as he stood there wearing a pair of shorts only. What was this man made of? "You honestly don't feel cold?"

"I do not in general and at the moment clothes would feel suffocating on me," he explained with his eyes firmly sinking in mine. I understood what he meant just fine and my mouth felt like watering at the thought of what he had implied. Well, not that I would complain to see him half-naked.

"Definitely not complaining." He chuckled at my words and then he tossed one of his t-shirts at me.

"You on the other hand should wear something." The tone of his voice left no room for doubts and I almost stumbled on my feet as his eyes travelled my body. "I will go to prepare something to eat, any preference?" I shook my head and then sat down a moment as he walked out of the room.

Oh sweet Lord, did I really think weeks ago that I could renounce and give up on Oleg? I must have been freaking crazy and not in a good way. My hands ran in my hair and I stared at the floor for a moment, considering what I had almost risked; actually, what we had almost risked. Then I shook my head violently and groaned out annoyed at my sudden idiocy. Who cared about what did not happen, moronic dumbass; if anything, it gave me a better perspective and awareness on how much I loved that man. I shot on my feet and rushed after him, finding Oleg in the kitchen looking inside the fridge. In a few strides I was right behind him and my arms circled his muscular torso.

"I love you, Oleg," I told him as my face buried in his back. I didn't want to lose this man. I wanted to be with him. He must have perceived my state of mind because he turned around and placed his hands on my face.

"And I love you, Anatoly, and you have nothing to fear now, understood?" I nodded and he softly kissed my lips. "Did you think about which film to watch?" I took a moment to rank through the thousands of movies I wished to watch in his company and then blurted out the first that came to my mind.

"The Ninth Company." Another Russian war movie about the Soviet-Afghan War.

"Good choice, Anatoly."

After the movie and a quick sort of dinner prepared by Oleg that we enjoyed in his living room, we decided to hit the bed, because I was barely keeping my eyes open; the room was immerse in almost complete darkness and my head rested right beside his shoulder, slightly touching it. We talked a bit about different stuff and I slowly felt like drifting into sleep.

"It'd be nice to sleep like this," I slurred out, sensing the heat of his body on me.

"It would last very shortly," he replied with an amused tone.

"What do you mean?" I snorted out.

"I mean to say that as soon as you will fall asleep, you will try to sprawl in the middle of the bed and you will probably hit me with an elbow or slap me." At those words I shot up and stared at him in the darkness of the room.

"What? I don't do that!" I could imagine him smiling in that usual irritating way and I actually heard him softly chuckling. "Oh crap, do I do that?"

"Yes you did." The amusement in his voice was not subtle and I slumped back in bed.

"You must hate to sleep with me."

"I got used to it somehow."

"I'll try to not kick you or whatever the hell I do when I sleep," I muttered out and he softly chuckled, going to spoon my back with his rock-made chest.

"I do not care, Anatoly. Sleep and do not think about it," he said as his lips almost caressed my ear. I let out a gulp of air and then relaxed in his arms.

"Next week I will talk with River," I said out of the blue, trying to imagine what my friend would say. Oh right, that reminded me I will have to face Dima eventually and I knew he would drive me nuts with his moronic jokes.

"That is good. I am happy to see that your friends are real and true friends." There was a hidden note in the tone of his voice and it left me tongue-tied for a few seconds.

"Yeah," I only said and then something else flashed in my mind and I felt the need to make it clear and square with him, so I turned around to face him. "I'm, err, I'm happy for that dofus of my brother and his chipmunk." He quietly laughed at my words and I secretly smiled at the fact he had found it funny. "I mean, I really am cool with them and," Oleg interrupted me, clearly understanding what I had wanted to say.

"Anatoly, I told you before that I had observed you for long time." I tensed at those words a moment, but then relaxed as soon as their meaning completely geared up in my moronic brain. "I had observed you carefully and understood you had those feelings years ago, but they diminished with time and completely disappeared. The jealousy you felt months ago in seeing Dmitri with his partner was dictated solely by the fact that you did not want to lose your brother, am I correct?"

Damn. Oleg had really read me pretty well and easily. It was almost eerie in a way and, in another way it was breathtaking and pretty awesome.

"Yeah, you're right." I stayed in silence for long time and he simply caressed my hair, lulling me to half-close my eyes in the bliss on his touch. Then I felt I had to say more. "I really missed my brother and that was all I wanted, I mean, to be back the way we used to be and simply be brothers. I missed my idiotic twin," I admitted and I was freaking glad the room was dark. "I missed all of them and I just wanted to make it clear with you."

"Spasiba, Anatoly," he replied lingering his touch on my lips. "I had understood it already, but I am very glad you found your own peace."

"Because of you," I said without thinking about it. Then his words played back in my mind and my mouth dried up. If he had read me so well, observing me in his usual way that pretty much felt like being under some analysis, had he seen the way I first reacted at him? I mean, the pathetic attempt to deny and mask the fact that his presence turned me on? I cleared my throat and ventured the question. "Did you really observe me that well months ago?"

"What are you trying to ask me, Anatoly?" Damn this bastard: he wasn't going to let me off the hook easily, right? I rolled my eyes in the darkness of the room and heaved out a nervous breath.

"You said that you had developed an attachment for me over a year ago, right?" OK, taking it by the longest way. Very mature indeed. He simply nodded and waited for me to speak out. "Well, months ago, when we began to interact more and when you took care of me under my father's orders, and you know, when we spent time together," I hesitated a moment and I felt Oleg's lips smiling on my forehead. Of course he had guessed what I was trying to say.

"Tell me, Anatoly. What about those moments of months ago?"

I inhaled quite the amount of air and slowly let it out. I had no idea why I felt so awkward in telling him this, considered the point we had reached. Yeah, pretty moronic. We had mind-shattering sex and love making, we pretty much told each other how much we loved one another and here I was feeling embarrassed about such idiotic thing? I chuckled out and just spoke freely.

"At first you freaking annoyed me and you already know this, but I'm not sure if you noticed how lamely and desperately I tried to cover the fact that your presence and proximity turned me on. I thought I couldn't stand you, but it obviously was an immature way to react to the fact that you freaking turned me on and that I wanted you, physically speaking. I don't know when I grew attached to you in terms of feelings, I really cannot say. It just happened somehow," I explained with calm voice, soothed by the tender caressing of his hands. He said nothing for a while, but I knew he was elaborating my words.

"I had guessed that my presence sorted some effect on you, which explained the reasons for trying to keep you at some distance. But I have to admit that, being attached to you emotionally, made me more cautious about my own perception. I did not want to read things that perhaps were a mere projection of my feelings, so at first I did not properly consider it."

"But then you must have realised it, right?"

"Yes, later when we spent more time together. I did not miss the way you stared at my tattoos and at my body, trying to avert your eyes afraid of revealing something to me."

"Oh great, no wonder you think I'm an immature brat. I'm quite the open book with you, right?"

"In a way yes, but sometimes I cannot read into you. I told you this already. It just did happen that I am good and trained at covering my emotions, Anatoly." His thumb rubbed my cheekbone and then my lower lip. "But do not worry: you sure did find the way to make me fail at covering and hiding my feelings and of this, I am very glad." His words sank into my heart and left me completely breathless, as if air had been kicked out of my lungs. I wanted to reply him, but Oleg surprised me by suddenly claiming my lips and tongue for such a fierce and heated kiss that I embarrassingly moaned loud in his mouth. I'm not sure for how long we lost ourselves in it, but when we pulled away I was feeling fire in my crotch. "We should sleep, Anatoly."

"You got me hard," I protested and he softly and quite evilly chuckled, running his nose on my neck and pressing closer to me. Oh damn, he was as hard as I was.

"So did you, but we need to sleep." I grunted annoyed at his words, but shut up as his following ones coaxed my senses as they whispered in my ear, "I will see into it tomorrow, Anatoly." I didn't bother to rule my sudden shudder and his lips murmured more in my ear, this time with a different tone of voice that stirred other emotions. "Now sleep and tomorrow we will decide how to spend the day."

I nodded and I tried to chant in my head to not hit him with my elbow or hand or whatever I had already done while I slept. Not sure though it actually worked out.

I didn't sense or hear Oleg getting up earlier than me, but it definitely didn't surprise me. When I opened my eyes it was already bright in the room, the feeble light of the late November sun pouring through the curtains of the windows. I had slept damn well and so tightly that somebody could have tied me up and brought me out of bed without waking me up. Still groggy, I walked to his bathroom and refreshed myself with a quick shower, and my stomach nicely reminded me that I was about to digest my guts.

Oleg was in the living room, sitting on an armchair and reading some papers, probably work related. He immediately perceived my presence and greeted me with a soft smile.

"Good morning, Anatoly," he said with calm and levelled voice, completely different by the raw and feral way it sounded when we...I shook my head and walked toward him.

"Hey, what are you reading?" I scratched my head and cracked my neck, trying to cool down my morning excitement. Right, good freaking luck with that.

But it was his entire and damn fault: why couldn't he wear something more and cover his huge muscles and freaking arousing inks? I was staring at him and I knew that, but for crying out loud, he was there casually sitting with an ankle crossed over his knee wearing a pair of dark blue training pants that clung on his muscles for my eyes' content and a rather tight white t-shirt that stretched over his muscles without leaving anything left for my imagination, his inks slightly showing through the fabric. Couldn't he wear something else that would make him look less hot? Right, as if that would be even possible. Oleg turned me on when he was wearing a darn suit. Get a grip, Anatoly.

"Did you train?" I tried to ask, obviously betraying my embarrassing state of mind.

"Yes, I went to run outside after waking up and did some weight lifting when I returned." My mouth watered as images of him training crowded my brain and I knew it was all pretty written on my moronic face.

He got up, placing the papers on the coffee table beside the armchair and, in a few steps he was right in front of me in all his glory. No second guess he had read into me.

"Edgy as first thing in the morning?" He actually joked and my mouth fell open a moment, for then closing in a scorning snort.

"It's not my fault," I grunted out and he chuckled, resting a hand on the back of my neck.

"How did you sleep?" He asked studying my face with a sort of hidden smile and I was not sure why it was like that.

"Good and you?" Then what we talked about last night came back to my mind and the question rushed out as my hand clutched his arm. "Did I do anything annoying?"

Oleg shook his head, but a rather dark and quite amused smirk rose on his lips and then he searched for his phone in a pocket. My eyes widened as a picture of me sleeping in the middle of his bed with my arms and legs thrown in every possible direction in some idiotic way flashed in front of my face and I snapped out of it as his chuckles registered in my brain. Oh great, did I really sleep in such way? How did I manage that?

"You took a picture of me?" I groaned out, pressing a hand on my face.

"You did not hit me last night, but this early morning you woke me up by unconsciously rolling around in such way." He placed the phone back in his pocket and I still couldn't get over the fact that he had taken a picture of me sleeping like some moron, in the clear intent of making fun of me. This was freakish on a new and completely different level. Oleg indeed had a sense of humour. Wow...how cool was that?

"You took a picture of me," I repeated and then I began to laugh, because it all was so idiotic. "I can't believe I sleep in that way, it doesn't even look comfortable."

"Yes indeed, I had tried to understand a few times how you can possibly sleep in such way, but I suppose it works for you."

"Shit, no wonder my friends were never so happy to share the tent with me when we went out camping." I remembered Dima and Derek in particular telling me it was a nightmare to sleep close to me and no wonder, Sherlock. He also chuckled at that and then asked me if I wanted something to eat and we walked to the kitchen, but as we strolled toward it, my blood began to boil at the view of his strapping back and at the inks showing through the white t-shirt.

We managed to reach the entrance of the kitchen before I stopped him by snaking my arms around his powerful body, pressing my now hard member against his ass. What the hell was about this man? Oleg had a rather crazy effect on me and I didn't want to control it. Yesterday, being inside of this beast of a man and driving him out of mind like he had done with me had been the most exciting, satisfying and empowering sensation ever. But it was not enough and I craved for much more.

I pushed against him harder and he let go of a quiet groan that shot my blood into some crushing frenzy. Oleg stood there a moment, running his hands back on my hips, pulling me even closer; one of my hands ventured down and grabbed his hardness through the fabric of his sweatpants. Oh God...he was rock-hard and so was I. But he suddenly turned around and thrust me against the door frame in that damn stirring way, being quite rough but obviously not hurting me, simply imposing his presence and strength on me.

"I need to have you," I hissed out as our lips were a mere inch away, his eyes storming in darkness and increasing desire.

"I sure will not objection to it," he spoke in my ear with quite raw voice, feeling his hands slowly crawling down from my back and slipping on my ass, his hardness pushing against mine.

One of his hands slowly opened the button of my jeans and pulled the zipper down, my heart racing faster and faster, and then his lips took mine fiercely. I groaned out and shoved my hands inside his sweatpants, growling even more as I realised he had no underwear; I went to take his pulsing member in my hand, but he pushed me back and flat against the door frame, looking at me with such an expression that I swallowed down loud. Never letting go of my eyes, he squatted down and stopped on his knees in front of me, the view enough to send my heart to hell, and I literally swore out loud when he freed my cock and took it entirely in his mouth.

"Oh fuuuuck me," I cried out, my hands automatically grabbing his hair and pulling it hard.

I felt him smirk around me and his lips closed around my burning length stronger and slid back slowly, tearing out more pants and groans. His tongue worked around me and lured me to such shattering pleasure that my muscles quivered violently at the feeling of it sliding on my hardness, followed by his warm mouth. I unconsciously pushed deeper in his mouth and my groin tightened in response to it, my blood now rushing so fast inside my veins that it left me almost dizzy. Oleg allowed me deeper and I thrust more in his mouth. Our eyes were locked together and the lust swarming in his fuelled my own to such extent that I already felt my muscles clenching in that same devastating ecstasy of yesterday.

"Oh God, Oleg...I'm about to come," I snarled out, resting my head against the door frame as he let his lips slither more strongly on my erection, sucking me deeper and harder. Then he suddenly got on his feet and thrust his tongue hungrily in my mouth, his hand closing around my length and stroking and kissing me with such intensity that I came in no time, basically exploding damn hard and long. He let go of my mouth and I was left breathing freaking hard and heavily, my head somehow spinning. "Oh damn," I panted out, bracing my hands on his biceps. I needed to steady myself, because he honestly was out of this world even in terms of sex.

"Do you feel less edgy now?" Oleg asked me clearly pleased for having driven me out of mind in such short time. I took a couple of deep breaths before replying.

"If I say that I still want to be inside of you will you take me for a horny brat?" He let out a soft and amused laugh at my question and briefly stroked the shell of my ear with his lips, feeling his always perfectly shaved stubble tickling my skin.

"No, for I still desire you, Anatoly." The note in his voice left me even more breathless and burning for more. However he pulled back and he was right in doing so.

We had to change clothes and refresh ourselves, but of course as soon as we reached the bathroom and shredded our clothes away, I paid him back by literally sucking him out of control and then it was Oleg fisting my hair as his powerful and huge length was deep into my mouth and throat. It felt to lose my sanity to make him reach his highest pleasure like that and then I was the one gloating about my skills.

We managed to shower relatively calmly and normally, and he then fixed me breakfast. I gave up on trying helping him, because he pretty much ordered me to make coffee and that was it. Oleg had to look into some papers for work and search for some information about one of my father's clients, so I stretched on the couch reading a book; the flames was slowly dancing and crackling in the fireplace, as he had started it before. We both liked it and the wind outside was rather cold, so the warmth irradiated by the fire was very pleasant.

I furtively glanced at him and a very warm and filling sensation wrapped around my heart and guts: this felt like heaven on earth and I could get used to it without the slightest issue.

As my eyes lingered on his figure for another quick moment, I understood that luck had been very generous with me.

OLEG POV:

I heard of a Sunday market outside New York where they sold second-hand and antique books and the idea obviously pleased Anatoly. We drove there with my car because it was more practical and because Anatoly had no warmer gears with him. We walked around the stands and I found myself simply looking at him, feeling my lips slightly curving in a soft smile; being with him in this natural and relaxed mood brought deep serenity to my heart and once more reminded myself how blessed I had been in having found a partner like him. He was not into holding hands and the same applied to me, but it was clear that sometimes he still felt like touching me, and I reciprocated the identical need by discreetly resting my hand on the back of his neck for a few seconds or lingering a moment longer on the small of his back.

He acquired a few books and we then decided to have something quick to eat in a nearby cafeteria. After the waitress took our orders, Anatoly studied his purchases and his eyes gleamed in another form of excitement as his fingers delicately skimmed the pages of those books, telling me which one he had already read and which not. Indeed literature would be the perfect choice for him and somehow I could picture this punk here in the future immersed in research papers and articles. However he expressed the aspiration to ride on a professional level if possible and I would do my utmost to fulfil his dream and wish; Mr. and Mrs. Denisov had given their consent to it when I spoke about the matter at hand on Friday.

Our meals were brought to us and after a few bites of food, Anatoly suddenly tensed his shoulders and looked behind me with hard and quite annoyed eyes.

"What the hell is he doing here?" He snorted out and I turned my head, seeing the figure of Vincent Dalton walking to the counter to probably order coffee and something to eat.

He was in the company of a girl that looked similar to him and possibly older: I understood immediately she was his sister. He had not noticed Anatoly, but then his eyes wandered around the cafeteria and set on us. At first he gave him a rather arrogant and overly confident grin, but it froze midway as he caught my hard and severe stare. He said something to whom I believed to be his sister and then walked towards us, his steps trying to carry on in a self-satisfied stroll, but it was obvious he had registered the warning in my eyes.

"Oh freaking great. That jerk is coming here now, this is just my sweet luck," Anatoly grunted as he nervously passed a hand on his Mohawk. "I'm sorry about this," he quickly said to me and I shook my head, squeezing his other hand for a short moment.

"I do not mind it and you should know it. Let him come here and see what he has to say," I calmly replied, my voice levelled as usual.

Vincent Dalton stopped in front of our table and his eyes darted between us, uncomfortably twitching a moment as they met mine. I observed him and he was clearly taken aback by seeing Anatoly in the company of another man; even though Anatoly had told me this person had a sort of attraction for his classmate and friend Adrian Taylor, it was evident to me that he still harboured a lingering attachment for Anatoly. I believe that he had had deeper feelings for him, even thought he probably never voiced them out. On the other hand, Anatoly had none, aside friendship. I could tell he was worried about him by the way he quickly scanned his face, as if looking for any sight of beating.

"Hi Tolya," he greeted Anatoly with a conceited smile, obviously calling him in a way that was meant to provoke him. I observed only, because Anatoly sure knew how to take care of himself.

"What are you doing here, Vincent?" He casted him an annoyed glare and I discreetly smiled. I understood the real reason that made Anatoly uneasy and it was the fact that Vincent Dalton kept shifting his eyes in my direction, openly staring.

"Ordering coffee and food with my sister," he replied, now concentrating his eyes on Anatoly in a way that did not please me. It was not a matter of jealousy, but a matter of making things clear and frank.

"Vincent Dalton, correct?" My Russian accent stressed the hardness of my voice and I kept my usual strict tone of voice as I spoke directly to him and it rendered him uncertain, taking half step back.

"Yeah that would be the very handsome me," he tried to say with forced confidence, but his eyes betrayed his real state of mind. "I saw you and decided to say hi. I have missed you in these days and I miss Adrian, how is he doing?" Vincent changed the subject fast enough as he caught my eyes.

"He's doing well. You said hi and glad to see you're still in one piece. Shouldn't you go back to your sister?"

"She'll take forever deciding what she wants to eat," he chuckled and went to sit right beside Anatoly, trying to place an arm around his shoulders as he kept talking. I said and did nothing because Anatoly shrugged it away and snorted out his annoyance.

"Well you can help her in deciding faster by getting your ass there," he replied with rather curt voice and Vincent shifted his eyes more on me, an action that fuelled Anatoly's temper. "What are you staring at?" He hissed out and the man there leaned too close to Anatoly, once again trying to rest his arm around his shoulders.

That had been more than enough and I spoke before Anatoly could do or say anything. I had already guessed that this person enjoyed provoking over admitted limits and it was necessary to remind him of his place.

"Remove your hand from Anatoly in this very instant." The tone of my voice was not subtle and the usual intimidating, hard note was stressed by my accent, while my eyes stared directly into his. He immediately removed his arm from Anatoly's shoulders and placed some distance between the two of them. Very good. "What is it that you want from Anatoly?"

Vincent Dalton nervously swallowed down and his eyes first looked at me and then at Anatoly, by now trying to tame his temper, as I knew he might have exploded in no time, leading him to probably punch this person.

"What the hell are looking at? Drop it, Vince," I smirked at his tone, revealing a note of jealousy and territoriality that I definitely enjoyed.

"He's the reason you punched me that day, right?" I observed Vincent a moment and I understood what went through him. This person had to take a decision and he had to take it soon, but without involving Anatoly. "I'm not staring at your man in any way, Anatoly. I'm just blown away and that's all."

"Vincent," I called his attention and his visibly tensed up as he slowly turned his eyes to me. "Is there something you wish to talk about?" He shook his head. "Very good, but I do wish to discuss a certain matter with you," my voice spoke calmly, with an unmistakable authoritative note. He said nothing, but scratched his chin as he tried to recover his original self-confidence. I knew it was not a possible task under my stare. "I have a few questions to ask."

"When?" That was all he asked.

"I will decide when and I shall find you, do not worry," I let my lips slightly turn upward in what I knew was a threatening half smile. It appeared to me that this person was used to play according to his own rules and therefore it had to be clear that the only rules we would be follow were mine. He only nodded and then Anatoly spoke to him.

"When are you going to leave that shit?" There was worry in his voice and I understood him. The moment Vincent Dalton dropped the first mask made of arrogance and self-confidence it became evident that heavy preoccupations had a hold on his mind and heart.

"I don't know, it's not that easy," he sighed out and his eyes trailed behind me, without doubts searching for his sister. He massaged his forehead and rested his eyes on me. "Good choice, Anatoly." He smiled, but it was veiled with difficulty repressed melancholy. "How is Adrian doing? I haven't seen him in a while and I don't have his phone number, so..."

"I'm not going to give you his phone number, if you're trying to ask for it."

"Why not, Anatoly? I'm sure he would be happy to hear from me."

"You're still part of the gang, Vince. Don't mess with my friend when you have to sort out your crap and anyway, Adrian is too smart to mess around in this situation."

At those words, I witnessed as Vincent's eyes slightly widened and then averted for a brief moment.

"Yeah, he kind of turned me down last time," he admitted with a bitter tone.

"As I said, he's clever," Anatoly replied with a snort and then observed him for a moment. "Adrian is actually worried and asked me about you a few days ago." Those words sorted an immediate effect. "But he's my friend, Vince, and I don't want him involved with any crap or danger, you got me?"

"Yeah don't worry, he was pretty clear on the matter: I have to become a good boy for him," he winked and then got on his feet. "It was a pleasure to meet you," he said to me and Anatoly scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest and rolling his eyes.

"Likewise, Vincent Dalton," I answered piercing his eyes with a severe stare.

"I won't create problems for Anatoly, I mean it." It was very good he had felt the need to stress that part, because it indicated he had understood my hidden message.

"I do not doubt it," I asserted and subtle intimidation crossed the features of his face, for then trying to hide it.

"I'll see you, Anatoly, and..." he hesitated a moment. "Tell Adrian I can't wait to take him for a nice ride." He smiled in a haughty way and in all answer Anatoly rolled his eyes. Vincent Dalton walked away and left together with his sister.

"He gives me headache every single time," Anatoly grunted out, massaging his temples. I said nothing and simply smiled at him. "Pressing a knife on his throat would have been surely less scary than the way you spoke and looked at him," Anatoly noted as his eyes rested on mine, staring at me as if he wished to touch me. "I'm sure he got the message, though. I told you he can be an idiot, sorry about that," he snorted, running a hand on his hair. "But I hope he won't get his ass in deep shit."

"I already told you that I do not mind it, so do not think about it. He needs his own time, Anatoly. It seems to me that he has already taken his decision, but he waits for something. When I will be done with that gang and its leader, I believe there will be nothing left to pose as threat for him, aside his own past actions." At my words, Anatoly gulped down and his hand suddenly grabbed my forearm. We stared at each other in a silent moment, for I comprehended what moved inside his mind. "Do not worry, understood?" He nodded and then his fingers strengthened the grip.

"Let's go back," he spoke with strained voice and my eyes lingered on his face, studying it and then, my lips curved in that usual smirk.

"Why so, Anatoly?"

"Because you turned me on like hell and you damn know it."

As I already said: Anatoly and I were two of a kind.

Author's chit-chat:

So, your thoughts, feelings, emotions, reactions to Part 2? I am really curious to hear what you think of their love action. Didn't I say that it was good for them to be "balanced"? Do you agree or not? Why?

Did you expect the last part, meeting Vincent?

They sure are quite the explosive couple, true, but also very tender and in deeply in love.

I am sure we all appreciate Oleg's more relaxed and "funny" sides, right? Although, of course he can very scary when it's necessary.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

I'm working on a new chapter for "Fallen for an Angel" that I will try to post this week, so STAY TUNED! I will update "Loving You is Forbidden" next week :-)

Lots of Love, Magic, BIG HUGS and Meows,
-TheWitchAndTheCat-