The Nik of Time

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “Nik?” Colin whispered.

  Nik pulled Colin into him and crushed their mouths together. Colin responded right away, gripping his ass and thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. Nikolai couldn’t get enough; his fingers threaded into Colin’s hair, gripping it, keeping Colin fused to his mouth. Colin’s hands were all over him, grabbing his ass, squeezing his cock. Nikolai groaned and walked backwards. Colin jumped up and wrapped his legs around his hips as they started walking towards the bedroom.

  “Dinner,” Colin breathed.

  “Later,” Nikolai growled.

  They hit the bedroom door and it slammed back against the wall. Nik shut it with his foot and they barely made it to the bed. Colin was tearing at his shirt and trying to get his jeans down at the same time. They rolled around on the bed trying to undress, Nik keeping his mouth attached to Colin’s. He couldn’t get enough of his taste, his touch. Right then he wanted Colin more than he wanted anything in his life.

  “Want you,” Nikolai gasped in Colin’s mouth.

  “Oh God,” Colin’s back arched as Nikolai gripped his erection. “Want you, too.”

  “Now,” Nikolai fumbled on the side of the bed trying to find Colin’s backpack with the lube in it. He stopped when Colin held it in front of his face.

  “I grabbed it earlier,” Colin whispered.

  Nik groaned and rolled onto his back, grabbing Colin and pulling him on top of him. Nik spread his legs to accommodate Colin between them and held his breath as Colin flicked the bottle open and poured a dollop into his hand. They kept eye contact as Colin lubed up his dick and then pressed a finger to Nik’s hole.

  “I’m clean.” Nikolai searched Colin’s face.

  “I know.” Colin slid two fingers inside Nikolai’s tight ass.

  “How?”

  “You’d never put me in danger.” Colin slid his fingers up and added another.

  Nikolai’s ass tightened around them, sucking them in. Nikolai opened his mouth again to speak but Colin shut him up. Their tongues met in a slow, languid kiss as Colin fucked Nikolai’s ass with his fingers. Instinct took over and Colin grabbed his hard cock, rubbing it over Nikolai’s hole. He wanted to feel that heat wrapped around him, wanted Nikolai writhing under him, crying out.

  “Please, Colin,” Nik rasped as he grabbed Colin’s ass, pulling his dick closer to his twitching hole. Never in his life did he think he’d be welcoming someone to fuck him. This was Colin, though. He wanted Colin in every way possible. It seemed as if he’d waited for this man his whole life. Pain spiraled up his spine and Nik cried out at the invading member stretching him to his limit. His chest constricted as Colin’s cock slid deeper inside him. Oh, but it felt so fucking good, too. Colin’s cockhead brushed something inside him and then suddenly they were moving together, their fingers entwined, mouths searching, tasting.

  “Look at me,” Colin commanded softly. Nik’s eyes opened and Colin looked at the expanding pupils. “I want you to know who’s taking you, who you belong to.”

  Nik opened his mouth to speak and Colin took it again, crushing their lips together in a feral kiss. His body moved on its own accord. It seemed to know what Nikolai liked and how he liked it. He’d never had sex, never wanted to with anyone other than Nik. Now he was losing his virginity to the one man he’d saved it for - and it was glorious.

  His balls filled rapidly and the buildup was making its presence known. Nik babbled incoherently under him, writhing at every stroke, every deep thrust. Colin snapped his hips over and over again until the dam burst. He threw his head back as the most delicious orgasm tore through him. Nik came unglued beneath him, his cock spurting streams of cream up his chest to his chin. Colin’s body shuddered as the last spurts of semen shot into Nik. He collapsed on top of Nik, breathing hard, both of them sweating. Nikolai’s ass contracted around his cock and Colin groaned.

  “Fuck,” Colin breathed. “Sensitive.”

  Nikolai kissed Colin’s neck, breathing him in and licking the fine sheen of sweat from his throat.

  “That’s not helping, Nik,” Colin chuckled.

  “It’s helping me,” Nikolai laughed softly. “Mmm, I think I’ve created a monster.” He hissed at the pain in his ass.

  “You okay?” Colin lifted his head, searching Nikolai’s features.

  “Just a little burn. Have to say, never expected to see this side of things.” Nik looked at Colin’s face; there was a flicker of sadness in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Colin. You have no idea how much. Just know that I never felt anything for any of them. With you, it’s totally different. I felt closeness to you when you made love to me. I liked it.”

  “You did?” Colin said a little uncertainly. “You’re not just fucking with me right?”

  “No, I’m not. Look, I know my reputation, and most of it is true. I fuck to get off; there’s no emotion behind it. I never cared one way or another about those men. I care about you, Colin, and what we did was completely different.”

  Colin grinned hopefully. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah,” Nikolai pulled Colin down to his lips and kissed him. With Colin still buried inside him, he felt everything - Colin’s dick coming back to life and his gasps and whimpers as they kissed slowly. Nik raised his head and smiled.

  “Shower, then dinner?”

  Colin nodded. “I’m hungry. I mean really hungry.” Colin pulled out slowly, mindful of Nik’s painful ass. He rolled onto his side and kissed Nik’s chest. “I’ll get the shower ready. Just lie there.”

  “I can do that,” Nik sighed, completely sated. He smiled as he watched Colin’s tight ass walk to the bathroom. The man’s dick was impressive. Nikolai chuckled quietly. Who would have guessed he’d finally be with Colin? Nik closed his eyes and wished again he could remember more about their time together as children. Warmth touched his lips and his eyelids fluttered open to find Colin smiling against his lips.

  “Ready?” Colin asked.

  ~*~

  Nik stood under the water as Colin cleaned him thoroughly. Fingers grazed his nipples, trailed to his dick and stroked it with soap. Nik relaxed against the shower wall, the feel of Colin’s hard body against his. Colin naked was fantastic. He hadn’t been lying when he said he worked out or that he’d been trained. He had to admit, that was the biggest turn on of all — knowing that Colin could be lethal.

  “What are you thinking?” Colin nipped at Nik’s ear lobe.

  “How sexy you are,” he chuckled as Colin nipped at his ear, flicking the soft flesh with his tongue.

  “Me?” Colin slid his hands to Nik’s ass and cupped it. “Look at this ass.” Colin licked Nik’s back. “Fuck, it’s just so perfect. Damn, you filled out, Tigger.”

  Nik leaned back into Colin’s body. Hands came around his waist and trailed his abs.

  “I can say the same for you. The second I saw you again, I swear something snapped inside me and then I couldn’t see anyone but you. I’m sorry if I hurt you, Colin. I would never do it intentionally.”

  “Shh, it’s okay. We’re together now.” Colin rinsed Nikolai and turned the water off. He slid open the shower door and grabbed a towel. After drying himself and Nik, they dressed and went back downstairs. Colin smiled at the chicken on the counter.

  “Let me finish this and we can finally eat.”

  They talked as they ate. Nikolai wanted to know everything about Colin’s life. He’d missed so much of it. He was still working on remembering his childhood, and the more time he spent with Colin, the more it came back. Bits and pieces, little fragments of memory came back as Colin spoke of their childhood. The fajitas were delicious. Colin could definitely cook better than he could. Colin’s eyes would light up as he spoke of the two of them. It made him even more beautiful. They were relaxed with each other.

  Colin had the most beautiful face. Long black lashes framed beautiful milk-chocolate eyes. His skin was tanned, as if he spent a lot of time in the sun. His black hair was cut short, tapered on the sides with length on top. Niko
lai tilted his head to look at Colin’s strong features. His square jaw held a bit of stubble, full bottom lip and he had cheekbones that any woman would envy. His five-foot-ten frame carried his muscular physique quite well. Colin was everything he’d always wanted in a man but could never find — and now he knew why. He was meant to be with Colin and Colin only.

  “You look lost in thought.” Colin sipped his wine.

  “I’m just thinking about how perfect you are,” Nik grinned, sipping his own wine.

  Colin laughed. “Oh, I’m far from perfect.”

  “You’re perfect to me.” Nikolai took Colin’s hand in his.

  “I’ve spent a lot of time trying to forget you. When I was fourteen, my feelings for you were sexual and I knew I had to get away from you. I had to wait for you to grow up. I made myself move on, forget everything we were to each other because if I didn’t, I knew I’d go nuts.”

  Nikolai looked in Colin’s eyes. “That day in the locker room, the look on your face when I picked you up was total shock.”

  Colin nodded. “You were so grown up. I couldn’t believe the size of you. My little Tigger was a man. Then I thought maybe you knew who I was, but you didn’t,” Colin sighed.

  “I just knew there was something about you, something that called to me. From that moment on, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” Nikolai leaned across the table and kissed Colin softly. “I’m so sorry my actions hurt you.”

  Colin whimpered. Nikolai palmed his face and pulled him closer.

  “It’s okay. Now that we’ve found each other again, nothing will ever tear us apart.” Colin climbed into Nik’s lap.

  “So, dinner over?” Nik chuckled, picking Colin up.

  “Dessert is just starting.”

  ~*~

  They kissed for hours. Nikolai had never just kissed someone before. It always led to other things — not with Colin. They were both naked, wrapped in each other’s arms. Nikolai trailed his fingertips over Colin’s hip, making his way up his abs. Colin whimpered in his mouth and Nik swore he would blow from that alone. He wanted to inspect every inch of flesh on Colin, learn every corner of his mouth. Colin finally fell asleep in his arms and Nikolai kissed his forehead.

  “Nite, Colin.”

  ~*~

  Waking up in Nikolai’s arms was something Colin had only dreamed about. The reality? Oh, SO much better. Colin smiled at the expansive chest in front of him. His name was tattooed on Nikoli. Colin touched the ink, smiling. The younger man moaned and pulled him even closer. Colin closed his eyes. God he loved this. They both went still at the same time. Colin knew he’d heard something; obviously, Nikolai had, too. His eyes flew open and they looked into each other’s eyes. Colin nodded and they rolled off the bed.

  Colin grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing his gun, he followed Nikolai to the door of the room, tensing as Nik opened it carefully. He motioned to the right side of the hall and Nikolai narrowed his eyes at him. Colin sighed in frustration and mouthed. ‘Just go!’

  Colin took the hall to the left and crept quietly through the house. He stayed low through the living room and looked around the wall towards the kitchen. The back door’s window revealed a shadow moving around the house. Nikolai’s shadow came into view on the other side of the living room and Colin snapped his fingers. He motioned to the back door and Nikolai nodded. They moved back towards the first bedroom and stood on either side of the door. The window shook with the force of someone trying to pry it open. Nikolai motioned to Colin and he nodded and kept his gun trained on the window as Nikolai took off out the back door.

  Nikolai crept around the house and spotted someone near the window of the first room. The person was wearing snow boots and a thick jacket, the face covered by a black mask. Nikolai crept through the trees and made his way right up behind the man.

  “I hope you have life insurance,” Nikolai hissed, shoving his gun into the intruder’s back.

  “I do, actually.”

  Nikolai spun the intruder around and ripped off his hat and mask.

  “Clark?” Nikolai searched the man’s face. “No... It’s not Clark, is it?” Nikolai narrowed his eyes. Jet black hair and blue eyes stared back at him. “Ruslan Borkosky.”

  “Bravo, Mr. Markov. I’m surprised it took you this long.”

  “Fuck you,” Nikolai snapped. He threw Ruslan up against the house and checked him for weapons. “I should have seen the resemblance between you and your fucked-up brother sooner.”

  “I’m not armed. I came to warn Colin. They are not far behind me.”

  “Who isn’t far behind you?” Nikolai flipped Ruslan back around. “And why would you warn Colin? Aren’t you working for Carmine Rizzo?” Nikolai pushed Ruslan into the wall and wrapped a hand around his throat. “Start talking or I’ll snap it.”

  “Clark?”

  Nikolai increased the pressure. “No, Colin. Not Clark. Ruslan Borkosky.”

  Colin started. “Ruslan?” he whispered.

  “C-Colin…” Ruslan rasped. “Not here...to hurt…”

  “Ease up, Nik. Let him talk.” Colin walked over to them and put his hand on Nik’s shoulder. “Ease up, Nik. It’s okay.”

  Nikolai looked around the forest and then back at Colin. “We need to go inside.” He grabbed Ruslan by his hair and pulled him towards the house. “Move it, Borkosky.”

  Once inside, Nik checked all the doors and windows. He returned to find Colin sitting on the couch, just staring at Ruslan Borkosky. He couldn’t blame Colin for feeling blindsided. The man had been sent to get close to Colin and earn his trust. That Nik was sure of.

  “Why?” Colin whispered.

  “I didn’t know you,” Ruslan began. “Carmine told me what had happened to my family. I am the only one left. Devin Lyons killed my brother Mikhail; junior Markov here killed Yuri; and his daddy Panchenko killed my father. Carmine assured me that, at some point, Nikolai Markov would be back in your life. He was right.” Ruslan looked up at Nikolai. “You killed my brother.”

  Nikolai flew across the room and grabbed Ruslan. “And what did he do to me, huh?” Nikolai yanked his shirt off with one hand. “Take a good look, Borkosky. Your brother shot me for fun, broke my bones, and took a branding iron to my back. And I was just a child! I should have made him suffer so much more!” Nikolai snarled.

  “Nikolai! Back off!” Colin shouted. “You’re going to kill him!”

  “Yeah?” Nikolai pulled Ruslan to his face. “Good.”

  “Stop it, Nik. Let him talk.” Colin came up behind Nikolai and placed a hand gently on his back. “Please.”

  Ruslan’s eyes widened at the change in Nikolai’s features. He went from bloodthirsty rage to almost completely calm in seconds at the touch of Colin’s hand. He blinked rapidly as the air was allowed back into his lungs. He coughed and tried to swallow.

  “Carmine will never come at you directly,” he said, rubbing his throat. “He will send men for you until he finally gets you. In the beginning, I just wanted Markov here; I didn’t care who got in my way. But then I met you, spent time with you.” Ruslan smiled at Colin. “I know how Carmine is; he will make you into someone you are not.”

  “Touching. How did you find us?” Nikolai crossed his arms over his chest.

  Ruslan spared him a glance before facing Colin. “I placed a tracking device on you the night you came to see me. It was before you kissed me, Colin. I wanted to take it back the minute your lips met mine.”

  “You kissed him?!” Nikolai exclaimed.

  “So not the time, Nik.” Colin waved him off. “And so now what? You want to help me? Why?”

  “I would think the answer to that would be obvious,” Ruslan said.

  “Oh, hell no,” Nikolai stood in between Ruslan and Colin. “Not going to happen.”

  “I am not stupid, Nikolai. I see the way Colin looks at you. He will never see me that way. However, I cannot stand by and watch as Carmine ruins Colin. So I am here to warn him.”

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��How many?” Nikolai looked into Ruslan’s eyes.

  “Over twenty. You can blame yourself for that, Nikolai Markov. They know you are with him.”

  “And I bet you told them that as well, didn’t you?” Nikolai balled his fists. “You tried to run him over, didn’t you?”

  “I was in the car, yes, but I stopped Carmine’s associate. We were told to bring Colin in alive.”

  Colin stood. “No time for this shit. We need to get ready. We’re going to have to lure them out into the open. Ruslan, are you going to help us?”

  “I will help you.”

  Nikolai snorted. “Asshole. I don’t need your help anyway, Ruslan. Or should I call you Clark? What’s up with that, anyway?”

  “I needed a cover identity. I figured if it was good enough for Superman….”

  “Yeah, well, meet your Kryptonite, fuckmunch,” Nikolai sneered.

  Colin glared at him and took Ruslan’s hands. “If you care for me, then you’ll help us both. Nikolai means everything to me and if something were to happen to him, I wouldn’t survive it. Is that what you want?” Colin searched Ruslan’s face.

  Ruslan sighed in irritation. “No, I do not wish to see you suffer.”

  “Nice how that Russian accent comes out now, huh?” Nikolai sniped.

  Colin turned to look at Nikolai. “Are there weapons in the house?”

  Nik grinned. “Dude.”

  Ruslan’s cellphone chimed and he looked at the blocked number. Hitting ‘talk’, he focused on Colin as he answered.

  “Hello, Carmine.”

  “Well hello, Ruslan. I see you are in Siberia. Is my son with you?”

  “Yes, he is.”

  “Good! We will bring him in,” Carmine cackled.

  Colin grabbed the phone before Nikolai could.

  “I’m not going anywhere, Carmine,” Colin barked into the phone.

  “Ah, my son. How good it is to hear your voice.”

  “I’m not your son, and I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  A massive explosion rocked the house and Colin looked up at Nikolai. He could hear Carmine yelling on the phone.