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Nikolai-centric

Nikolai felt his feet get cold through his short boots. His legs trembled, and his suitcase kept getting stuck in the thick snow, but he kept going. Nikolai really wanted to complain about how he didn't have any warm clothes in his possession, but he didn't because it felt like an attack on his poor parents since they were the ones who suggested he went to Russia to find a job. Nikolai was a 26-year-old Ukrainian unemployed man who relied on his parents financially. He never found any success in finding a permanent job in Ukraine, so his last solution was immigration. Nikolai's parents put as much money as possible into helping their son despite their poor financial situation.

When the Ukrainian man arrived at his destination, he stopped and looked up, witnessing for the first time the building that he was going to live in. When he focused his attention again on his main goal, he walked on the small stairs, getting to the main entrance. Nikolai opened one of the big doors and entered inside. Afterwards, he stood in front of the elevator, waiting nervously for the elevator to arrive. Nikolai couldn't deny that he was a bit anxious about having to live far away from his parents in a new country, but he would get used to it, he knew that. When the elevator arrived, Nikolai felt relieved in a way, but before he could enter inside, a tall man exited the elevator, passing by very close to Nikolai, which sent shivers down his spine. Nikolai didn't understand his sudden fright for that man... The only characteristic that Nikolai managed to notice was his straight black hair. The Ukrainian man was frozen in place until he heard the stranger close the door to the entrance, exiting the building. After his shaken jump, Nikolai quickly stepped inside the levator and pressed his floor as quickly as he could. When the doors closed, he leaned back on the elevator's wall while letting out a long shaky breath that had been stuck in his throat. Nikolai questioned himself. Why did he react like that? That man was a stranger to him. But he couldn't deny that he looked kinda creepy and intimidating, though...

When Nikolai heard the sound of the elevator doors opening, he slightly jumped, as he had zoned out. Nikolai exited the elevator as he held his suitcase, now searching for his apartment through the hallways. When he found it, he unlocked it and went inside. The apartment was small, containing one bed, a small bathroom, and a small kitchen as well, but for Nikolai's standards, it was pretty cozy. Nikolai set his things aside, as he had decided to leave his apartment for now, with only his shoulder bag. He was in need of fresh air to clear his mind up.

When Nikolai exited the building, he took a walk around the streets at a slow pace, admiring the snowy sights. While he was doing that, he decided to call Ranpo, one of his three friends. Unfortunately for Nikolai, his friends were living in Japan, so he had never met them in person, and of course, he couldn't afford the money to go to Japan. Nikolai took his phone out of his pocket, dialing Ranpo's number. Nikolai was also a well-educated man, as he spoke fluent Russian and Japanese.

"Hey, Nikolai! What's the reason for calling me?" Ranpo asked when he answered the call.

"Hey, Ranpo! Nothing really, just wanted to inform you that I'm in Russia now."

"That's great. How is Russia so far?"

"Pretty cold. I feel like I'm going to freeze to death sometime soon."

"Sucks for you. That's why living in Japan is way better than there."

"Shut up. If you have the money to buy me plane tickets to come to Japan, then buy them for me. If you don't, stop flexing on me!"

Nikolai always had a playful banter with all of his friends, which he himself had started. It was a little thing in between the four of them. Sometimes, they might say stuff that seems insulting, but it's most likely a tease or a fun little joke. 

As Nikolai was distracted by his conversation with Ranpo, he accidentally bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry-" When Nikolai looked up, his words got caught up in his mouth, and he froze in place. The same man that he saw in the elevator was standing before him now, with his red and purple eyes staring down at Nikolai. Nikolai felt so small and vulnerable in his cold presence that he couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, so he was stuck staring back at the man, scared and afraid... The strange man left a few seconds afterwards without saying a word.

"Hello? Why did you stop speaking!?" Ranpo's voice got him out of his trance, coming back to reality.

"Sorry about that... I'll call you later, okay?" Nikolai hung up the phone before Ranpo could answer him.

Nikolai let out a long shaky sigh, again, as he tried not to shake in fear. He started to have pessimistic thoughts about his stay here. Russia felt so unusual... Maybe it's because it is his first day here, yeah that's it...

Nikolai decided to go back to his apartment, giving up on exploring and seeing the country. He laid down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, the need for silence for once in Nikolai's life. Today was strangely weird for even his standards, but maybe he was just paranoid. The next day won't be so bad, right?

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Nikolai-centric

The sun rose to the sky, and seeped through Nikolai's small window, making him drift to the side to avoid the bothering sunlight. Nikolai grew even more annoyed, as he realized it was time to get up. He slowly rose up, as he rubbed his eyes. As he got out of bed, standing up, he let out a long stretch, trying to wake his body from the previous slumber. He then decided to head to the bathroom, to take care of his necessities. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his long white hair, to make himself presentable. He decided to not put his hair in a braid today and just let them loose for once.

His next stop was the kitchen. He had the need for some energy, at least. When he walked up and opened the fridge, he found nothing inside. It was an empty space, filled with just air. Nikolai closed the fridge, as he let out an annoyed huff. Of course the fridge would be empty what was he expecting? He just moved in here. Nikolai didn't have time to complain, he just needed to make a quick trip at the supermarket, besides it would be a nice excuse to explore the country more, not like yesterday...

He walked just a little bit more and wore the same clothes as yesterday, since they were the warmest he had. He searched his wallet in his suitcase, until he found it. Inside they were 40.000₽(500$), which would suffice for now. When Nikolai would find a job, he would earn more money, but I guess he needed to wait for that...

Nikolai was now outside of his small apartment, visiting the snowy streets again. Nikolai decided that it was a good idea to ask the locals where the nearest supermarket is, in his perfect Russian.

He walked up to the first guy he saw. It was a man with brown messy hair and hazel eyes. He looked like he was waiting for someone and kinda cold. Nikolai wouldn't really make him as a local, but maybe he was just judging. 

"Excuse me, sir. Do you know where the nearest supermarket is?" Nikolai was asking politely, and quite confidently, about his accent.

The man gave no response, he was silent. He looked like he didn't understand anything Nikolai said. Was he actually not from Russia? The brown haired man seemed charmed by Nikolai's appearance and gave him a smooth smile.

"You are quite a pretty Russian girl, it's a pity I can't understand you." The man spoke in Japanese, which Nikolai perfectly understood since he had learned it very well.

Nikolai realized that the man thought he was a woman... Nikolai was about to correct him, when a voice interrupted them.

"Dazai, you need to stop harassing random strangers." A deep Russian voice came from behind the stranger Japanese man, making him turn around. When Nikolai saw the familiar figure, he froze. It was the man he had bumped into yesterday... Nikolai just stared up at the man, feeling his throat getting dry, and his body shaking slightly, but not from the cold...

The Russian man, gave a glance at Nikolai's direction before he gave his attention back to the man who's name was apparently Dazai. 

"Let's just go."

"Ugh fine... You really always have to ruin my chances, Fyodor..." Dazai was disappointed as he followed behind Fyodor, leaving poor Nikolai alone.

Nikolai stayed still for a while longer, that it was becoming concerning. That man's name was Fyodor... Nikolai shook his head, trying to stop thinking about him. They had ran into eachother three times already that it was starting to scare Nikolai. Were all of these interations really a crazy coincidence or was he... being stalked? No, there is no way this man was some kind of stalker, he had never been to Russia before or even see hom in his entire life! Nikolai rubbed his forehead, before he remembered that he had to go buy groceries. He started to walk forward again, buzzling through the quite empty street. He had decided to abandon the idea of asking strangers, because of his previous encounter, so he decided to use a GPS to guide him.

It didn't take him long to arrive at his destination, standing right outside of the place. As, he walked inside, it really felt like he was entering some kind of luxury place. For Nikolai, anything other than the neccessary supplies were a luxury. He picked up a few ingredients, some canned food for a quick snack, and lastly he was heading the dairy section. He searched for the milk, feeling a bit lost, but in his defense his mind was really trying to forget the weird Russian man that was mysteiously always running into him. When he spotted the product he was searching for, he opened the fridge. Nikolai always remembers what his mum was doing, looking at the expiration date to get the one that lasts the longest, an effective and useful method, especially for his situation. He looked at a few cartons of milk, when he saw a shadow of a figure cast on his side. When he turned around to see who it was, he was frozen up again, his face fading like a pale ghost, while his eyes were wide open. It was him, Fyodor. Was his theory true, is he actually being stalked!? Why was this happening to him, he is a good person, what did he do to get this fate...

"Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost." The Russian man spoke firmly and steadily, matching with his solid expression.

"Why are you stalking me!? What did I do to you?" Nikolai crushed out, getting the attention of some other customers of the supermarket. He was so teriffied, that he didn't think before he spoke.

"What? I'm not stalking you are you insane? I just wanted to get milk, why are you acting like I just harassed you?" Fyodor looked confused, and a tad annoyed at such a sudden break down. His voice was serious and impatient.

Nikolai's face turned red, as he realized what he had done. He was making a fool of himself in front of a stranger. He quickly backed up from the fridge and Fyodor, and left the area with the current carton of milk he held in his hand. He fortunately did not forget his basket, while he was running away from the awkward situation. That was so embarrassing, why would he shout like that to a stranger!? Stupid, Nikolai!

He was back in his small apartment, having put all his groceries to the kitchen neatly. He was laying on his bed, as he had his laptop balnced on top of him, having his eyes glued to the screen. He searched for a job, as he needed to find one or else he would eventually run out of money and die alone. As he looked through multiple job applications, his mind drifted to what had happened in the supermarket. It was all a misunderstanding and Nikolai just yelled at that guy out of nowhere. He was probably so confused and thought that he was insane, as he should. He is supposed to fit in not stand out like a psychopath. Nikolai had no success in finding something, so he decided to fall asleep and forget about the problems he had caused today. Tomorrow would be another day, hopefully a better one.

It was around 12am and Nikolai decided that today he was going to spend most of his time to search for a job, so he won't be a complete failure. He was in a nearby coffee shop, sitting alone at a table as he enjoyed a fresh cup of coffee, while searching around on his laptop, with a determined face. Nothing would distract him from his mission on this beautuful day. No more walking around and no more interacting with strangers, at least for now...

Fyodor's POV:

It felt so terrible for Fyodor to get up from his bed today. He was the person that didn't like morning and one of the reasons were that he had to start working endlesly, with Dazai by his side. The worst part about his trip back to Russia was that Dazai wanted to come along, because he wanted to. Dazai was such a nuisance to Fyodor and he hated that man's guts so much that he wouldn't be sad if he disappeared off of the Earth suddenly. Of course, that scenario would never happen, so he now had to deal with him and his constant yapping...

Since Dazai wanted to take a coffee before "working", of course Fyodor would be the only one who worked, they stopped by a small coffee shop that seemed like there was only one person in there. When they entered the coffee shop was actually desserted, except for one person with white hair, working on their laptop or something. Dazai and Fyodor sat a few tables away from that individual. When Fyodor glanced at the individual's face, he immediately recognized him. It was that guy that he had run into him a lot these past few days, and yesterday he even accused him of being his stalker. Fyodor really didn't undertand some people's mindset.

The two men ordered their coffees and got them immediately after a few minutes, assuming because there was almost nobody in here. Fyodor sipped his black tasteless coffee, as he pretended to listen to Dazai's nonsense. Fyodor's real focus was on the white-haired stranger, who he actually got a bit of an interest. Fyodor would occasionally sneak a few glances at the beautiful man. Why was Fyodor all of a sudden becoming attracted to a stranger that probably is scared of him?

"Fyodor, I want you to go ask that pretty Russian's lady's number for me." 

Fyodor finally gave his focus to Dazai, as he was referring to him doing him some stupid favor. Fyodor stared at Dazai with annoyed expression, as he was just dragged into something he didn't want to do.

"Why should I do it? Don't you have a mouth to talk to her by yourself?"

"I would do it, but the problem is that I can't speak Russian, and you are my only hope. Come, on I know you are capable of speaking to people." 

Fyodor could sense how irritably desperate Dazai was and he wasn't planning to stop begging Fyodor, until he did what Dazai wanted him to do. Fyodor knew better than to say no to that asshole, so he got up from his chair and walked towards the table where the pretty "lady" was.

Back to Nikolai's POV:

Nikolai was jumpscared upon realizing that Fyodor, sat on his table opposite of him. He looked at him confused and maybe a bit teriffied. Was the Russian man going to compain about yesterday, because Nikolai didn't even apologize about his yelling? Oh god, he was so fucked... Nikolai was ready to take any insults that were going to be directed towards him, because he probably deserved them, from his behaviour from yesterday...

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you, sir. My friend over there thinks you are a woman and wants to ask for your number." 

Nikolai stared at him for a few seconds, getting surprised from what he said. The Ukrainian, definitely, did not expect to be set up to that Japanese guy he had asked for directions yesterday. Nikolai then let out a small chuckle, as he thought that the situation was a bit hilarious. It wasn't often that he got compliments from strangers, especially getting hit on. He stopped chuckling, as he felt it was rude to laugh too much, because it would seem like he was making fun of that guy. 

"I apologize, but I'm not really interested in a relationship with your friend." Nikolai tried to sound as polite as possible, as he didn't want him to take the rejection too harshly.

When Nikolai looked over he saw the Russian man let out a small smile. Nikolai felt his cheeks reddening a bit from that small smile. Fyodor seemed like a cold guy that wouldn't break character easily but yet Nikolai is witnessing a smile on his face, directed towards him. Maybe, Nikolai would prefer if Fyodor was asking for his number or even for a date... Oh no, it happened to him again. Getting attracted to handsome men that he barely knows. Oh, great... But did he have money though? Nikolai remembered when he was browsing through Google he saw an article with his name on it. Out of curiosity and boredom, he had clicked it and now he knows that he is one of the richest men in Russia. One of the richest... Maybe Nikolai was lucky to run into him again...

"But I wouldn't mind giving you my phone number. You seem like a handsome, intelligent and rich guy." Nikolai realized that the word "rich" slipped out of his mouth, which really felt like it was going his chances. Nikolai knew he wouldn't be able to find a job, so why not find another way to make money. That won't happen if he screws up all his chances.

Fyodor looked at him with a suspicious look, not buying into the compliments. It felt expected, as Nikolai knew that he wasn't an easy target to seduce.

"Just say what you want right away, you don't have to sugarcoated for me." His thick Russian accent was audible and serious, his sweet smile already torn from before.

"Fine, I'll tell you the truth... I'm basically broke and unemployed, so I thought since you are rich maybe we can... work things out?" Nikolai felt even more nervous and sweaty as he confessed the truth. Was it really a good idea to say that? He will find out right now, as he supposses.

"So you basically want me to be your sugardaddy..." 

Nikolai just nodded his head, without letting a breath out. He waited for that positive or probably negative answer from Fyodor. Who would say yes to that stupid deal, especially someone as professional and logical as Fyodor. Fyodor let out a long sigh, before he tried to relax his muscles a bit.

"I'll be your sugardaddy, but in return you will have to help me "relief stress" whenever I ask you to. Do we have a deal?" Fyodor extended his hand, after his speach, as he waited for Nikolai to shake it or deny it.

Basically, how Nikolai read it was that he gets money and Fyodor gets sex from him. Well it doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. In fact, if he says no it will be a miss of a huge opportunity, but if he said yes, he will basically have everything he ever asked for.

Nikolai shook Fyodor's hand, without hesitation, accompanied with a bright smile on his face. Their deal was now sealed. Nikolai found the path of the easy way in life in just a few days living in Russia.

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Nikolai-centric, Ranpo-centric

The deal had been sealed, yesterday. It was now time for Nikolai to pack his bags and live a luxurious life. As he checked his old apartment, to make sure he had packed everything, he felt a sense of relief, that he was finally out of a bad fianancial situation. He could live the life he always dreamt of and his parents wouldn't have to worry, if they don't find out the truth. Afterwards, Nikolai made his way out of that small apartment, and going inside the elevator. As he stood there waiting for the elevator to take him downstairs, he felt anxious. Fyodor was still a stranger to him, as he wasn't aware of his true colors or personality. The Ukrainian man only had a glimpse of his exterior, after that his knowledge stops. But, Nikolai was sure that he could get to meet him better. They would live inside the same home, and Nikolai was the kind of person that could easily strike up a conversation even with someone that he had met a few days ago. The sound of the elevator arriving got Nikolai back to reality, and then procceeded to step forward, with as much confidence as he could bare that moment. When he exited the building, Fyodor was waiting for him at the door. He extended his hand at Nikolai, with Nikolai accepting it with a smile. That wasn't a bad start. Fyodor seemed like a gentleman and handsome guy, mostly handsome and hot, but Nikolai wasn't about to spew out anything like that in front of him. Just right in front of the apartment complex, there was waiting a long black limousine. Fyodor opened the door to the fancy car for Nikolai, before Nikolai went inside. Before Fyodor entered, he had gotten Nikolai's luggage and then placed it on the back of the trunk. He then followed after and sat beside Nikolai, but it wasn't a close distance. Fyodor then told the driver to drive them back home, before they finally headed to their destination.

When the car stopped, Fyodor got out of the car, before Nikolai followed behind him. When Nikolai stepped outside, his eyes sparkled in awe. He couldn't believe he was standing in front of a gigantic mansion, that made him look like an ant. Nikolai admired the huge house, before Fyodor patted him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his mind. Fyodor stepped forward a little, with Nikolai's suitcase on his hand, before he stopped and looked back at Nikolai. 

"Let's go in. I need to tour you around it, so you can get used to it." The rich man said with a calculated tone, before he continued forward.

Nikolai quickly ran after him, catching up to him, when they were both standing at the front doors. Fyodor made the first move and opened the door, and ascending inside the magnificent mansion. Nikolai hesitantly followed behind him, and then stopped beside Fyodor to admire the interior. It was so magestic and elegant. The chandelier shone on the front, looking very fragile but tough enough at the same time, the floors were squeaky clean and the furniture looked untouched like it was brand new. Nikolai felt like he was entering a palace and he sensed a deep excitement from inside him. Nikolai then noticed that a maid came towards Fyodor and bowed to him. Fyodor just looked at her before handing her Nikolai's suitcase.

"Take this to my room." He ordered, before the maid disappeared upstairs.

"Wait, will we be sleeping together?" Nikolai asked abrurptly, as he looked for an answer.

"Yes. I think it's better for people to not know we aren't actually together. If you are worried about the space, don't worry, the bed is big enough to give you personal space." Fyodor responded with his usual cold and uninterested tone.

"It's not like someone is going to watch us while we sleep." Nikolai continued, as he stared at Fyodor with a suspicious expression.

Fyodor pinched the bridge of his nose, as he seemed like he was loosing his temper. Maybe, he didn't like too many questions, Nikolai assumed.

"It's also an easier way to inform you for my end of the deal when I want to." Fyodor answered, before letting out a sigh.

"Okay then!" Nikolai didn't want to annoy him further with his billion questions, so he just accepted his current answer. Fyodor was right about that though and he never thought about that...

"I think I should tour you around now. Let's go." Fyodor said, before he started forward, waiting for Nikolai to follow him.

Fyodor had toured Nikolai to all the rooms and hallways that the mansion had. It was a fantastic but dizzy experience. Nikolai hadn't manage to memorize all the rooms. Hell, he doesn't remember most of them. The younger man was placing his few stuff on his now shared bedroom with Fyodor. He had just finish putting his clothes in the closet, looking empty, compared to Fyodor's. I mean, he hadn't opened it but the closet was as big as Nikolai's so he assumed it was filled with clothes compared to his. I'm sure now that he didn't have to work he would be able to go shopping. When, Nikolai was done he plopped on the huge bed, sighing in relief. He thought, he could get used to this lifestyle and he would be. Having sex was really nothing, even if Nikolai was still a virgin.

One week later

Nikolai was trying on his new dress that he bought. It was a velvet dress with a cut on the bottom, short length, as it was showing his big thighs. Nikoali was posing in the mirror to see if it was complementing him enough. It looked nice on him, he could say, but he didn't have the right purse to match with it, so that meant going out for shopping! But of course, Nikolai couldn't do that with no money. He exited his bedroom, before stopping in front of Fyodor's home-office. He then opened the door without knocking, a bold move, but Nikolai didn't care anymore. He had gotten very comfortable with his new lifestyle, and facing Fyodor was his least worries, except when he refused to give him money, but that didn't happen regularly. Fyodor looked up from his desk, as he noticed Nikolai walking towards him with a smile on his face. 

"Fyodor~. I need one of your credit cards~." Nikolai said with a playful tone, as he leaned on Fyodor's busy desk.

"We are going to go shopping when I am done." Fyodor replied with a cold tone, as he focused back on his paperwork.

"What!? Why aren't you letting me go alone~?"

"Because I said so." Fyodor quickly dismissed him, as he gave him a chilly glare, before focusing back to his work.

Nikolai could have gone back to his room and listen to Fyodor, but he was stubborn and he wasn't going to give up that easily. The younger man moved closer to Fyodor, before plopping into Fyodor's lap. Fyodor was taken aback for a moment, before he stared right at Nikolai. 

"What are you trying to accomplish?" Fyodor asked with a cold tone, as he was starting to loose his cool.

"I am just getting your attention, until you do what I want." Nikolai responded with a proud smirk on his face.

Fyodor would have just given Nikolai his credit card, so he can leave him alone, but he had a better idea. This time, Nikolai wouldn't be getting what he wanted, Fyodor would.

"No, we are not doing what you want. This time we are doing what I want." Fyodor said, as a smirk painted his face. Nikolai started to feel nervous about that rare look, and also his sentence... Nikolai waouldn't expect for something like that today...

Before he knew it, Nikolai was lifted up, as Fyodor got up from his chair. Nikolai was surprised and clung to Fyodor's blouse, from the sudden action. Fyodor then procceeded to exit his work-room, and headed straight to their bedroom. Nikolai was too stunned to speak, as he was starting to blush. Just thinking about doing it with someone, really made him embarrassed. Nikolai was snapped back to reality when he felt his back touch the soft sheets. Nikolai blinked numerous times, before proccessing the fact that Fyodor was towering over him on the bed. Nikolai was really gonna loose his virginity today... His cold mismatched eyes really sent a chill down his spine, which he wasn't sure if it was from excitement or unsureness. He let Fyodor inch closer, now being eye-to-eye with eachother. He then felt Fyodor's strong and cold arm roaming on his back. The hand stopped on the zipper of his dress, but it didn't unzip it. Nikolai noticed Fyodor's action and expression, which meant that he was asking to continue. Nikolai nodded his head, and then Fyodor slipped the dress off of Nikolai's body, tossing it off to the side. His stare then lingered on his body, admiring the curves of his sugarbaby's body. The Russian man then lowered his head as he nibbled on Nikolai's neck. Nikolai shivered as he felt Fyodor's mouth touch his sensitive skin. Nikolai's mouth let out a small moan, letting himself slowly get used to Fyodor's touches. As Fyodor kept on marking Nikolai's neck, his hands roamed lower, stopping at Nikolai's panties. They then immediately removed the obstactle to Nikolai's private area tossing them aside along with Nikolai's dress. Nikolai was already hard, and now it could be seen by Fyodor. The Russian man's skilled hands procceded to tease Nikolai's cock, touching it and caressing it. Nikolai let out a gasped moan, as he felt his sensitive cock being teased. The feeling of being taken care of like that in bed, was really getting Nikolai hot and bothered. He enjoyed every single touch, that he craved for more.

All of a sudden he felt an intruder inside his virgin hole. Nikolai moaned and jumped, as he finally looked down to see Fyodor's index finger inside him. Then he started to move it, creating a friction to open up the younger man's hole. It felt so good that Nikolai wanted to cum right now, but he kept it, he needed last longer than that. Spontaneously, Fyodor had lowered his head, stopping at Nikolai's nipple. He then started to lick and nibble it, wanting to tease Nikolai further. At the same time, Fyodor started to thrust his finger faster, creating an intoxicating feeling for Nikolai. Nikolai arched his back, as he started to let more moans and whimpers out. Fyodor added a secong finger, as to scissor Nikolai open, and have an easier access for later. Nikolai's hole clenched around those two fingers, already wanting more inside him. Combined with Fyodor's teasing on his nipples, Nikolai felt like he was at his ends, but he held it in still. He wanted to finish along with Fyodor, so he doesn't have to be tired when he gets his ass filled. 

The friction suddenly stopped both ways, as Fyodor had pulled out his fingers and also stopped teasing Nikolai's nipples. Nikolai was already collapsed on the bed, and now he was begging with his eyes for Fyodor to continue. He needed more of that, and most importantly with Fyodor's dick. Fyodor understood the message, and so he stripped his blouse off and then unbuckled his belt, as he took his pants off completely and tossed them along with the pile of clothes. Nikolai couldn't help but stare at Fyodor's muscular chest. His eyes then drifted downwards noticing his erect clothed cock. The only that was seperating them right now, was Fyodor's underwear. 

"Wow, we really are gonna do this now... I will admit I am a little nervous..." Nikolai confessed as he shyly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Don't worry. I will go easy on you, since it's your first time. If I go too rough on you, just tell me." Fyodor reassured, as he cupped Nikolai's face gently. It was rare sweet moment from Fyodor, and Nikolai would never forget it, that was for sure.

Fyodor proceeded to take off his underwear, revealing his big erect cock. Nikolai was impressed and scared at the same time. That beast was really gonna go inside of him, but it honsestly sounded delightful for someone like Nikolai. He had his legs spread open, as he waited for Fyodor's next move. 

"It's going to hurt at first." Fyodor warned, before he lined up the head of his cock on Nikolai's entrance. Then Fyodor slowly pushed forward, putting it in slowly. Nikolai's hole stinged at first, and it felt like it shouldn't be there, but he started to adjust on it, as Fyodor had given him time to. 

When Nikolai was more loose, Fyodor put more inside him, looking like he was enjoying it as well, but it looked less obvious? Nikolai was not on his right mind right now, and he couldn't tell Fyodor's expression with one look. Fyodor was now in place, not moving, but Nikolai needed that friction. He really wanted to get fucked so badly, so then he started to move his hips by himself, making himself flinch and moan. Fyodor felt what Nikolai was trying to do, and he let out a chuckle. Nikolai stopped when he heard, and looked up at Fyodor.

"Wh-hy are you laughing?" Nikolai asked, feeling confused and a bit annoyed that Fyodor would just laugh at him instead of continuing.

"Because... You are bad at riding my dick. It's okay, because you have never done that before." Fyodor replied, as his intention was not to make fun of Nikolai, because he knew that he would a mistake like that eventually. 

Nikolai's face flushed a deep red, looking like a tomato. Originally he would have hidden himself from shame, but it wouldn't matter right now, because they would continue eventually. He decided to not talk back to the Russian, so they can continue, and Nikolai was in no mood to bicker with him right now. He looked up at his red and purple eyes, having a silent and intense eye-contact. He then suddenly started to feel movement, as Fyodor had decided to start the action. The pace was slowly, but Nikolai was squirming under him, his body shaking with pleasure. His untouched erect cock was squized between their stomachs, begging to be touched by his rough, hardworking hands. The Ukrainian didn't beg for anything yet, wanting to get used to the huge size that was penetrating him. Fyodor started to move up his pace, making Nikolai moan loudly. Those sexual screams were turning Fyodor on, even more. Nikolai was so talkative that it was sometimes annoying to listen, and he had fantasized about putting his energetic voice to good use. 

The thrusts were becoming more unbearable, that Nikolai thought he was becoming more stupid by the second. The needy man's screams filled the room, undoubtly being heard even from outside the room. Nikolai and Fyodor could not give a fuck about being heard, as they were both lost in this sexual dance of their bodies. Fyodor moved one hand on Nikolai's neck squeezing it slightly. He showed a satisfied smirk, before he pulled Nikolai into a kiss. His tongue invaded Nikolai's mouth, as it explored it. Their tongues tangled together, as they were really getting into it. His moans were suppressed by their make out, being even more under Fyodor's control now. Fyodor broke the kiss, while letting go off Nikolai's neck. His hand roamed behind Nikolai, before he pulled Nikolai's braid, pulling his head back to reveal his neck. When Fyodor wanted something he was going to get it by himself. He then started to attack Nikolai's neck, nibbling on his skin and leaving hickeys and bites to be a reminder for later. The overstimualted Nikolai, just loved it. Getting marked by a man like that was like a dream for him. He bit his lip, as he slowly started to move his hips along with Fyodor's thrusts. Fyodor wished he could do more to this sexy little thing, but it was his first time, he couldn't take it too far, yet. Nikolai was close to release, again. He gripped the sheets, as he felt like he could burst without even being touched. Fyodor stopped the attacks on Nikolai's neck, now looking down at him.

"Fyo-odor, AH- Pl-lease~." Nikolai begged, wanting to have permission from his dominant partner first. 

Fyodor coming into an understanding he wrapped his hand around Nikolai's cock, before stroking it.

"Cum on my hand like the slut you are." Fyodor ordered, as he looked down at Nikolai with a dark stare.

That's all that Nikolai needed to finish. He arched his back, as his eyes rolled on the back of his head, while he screamed Fyodor's name. Following behind, Fyodor came afterwards, realising his seed inside Nikolai's abused hole. When Fyodor was finished, he pulled off his softened cock. The sight of Nikolai's hole dripping his cum, while also being covered in cum in his stomach was intoxicating. He let go off Nikolai's softened dick, as he collapsed beside him on the bed. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder, as he pulle him closer, wanting to have the exhausted man beside him. Fyodor was never one for love, but at that moment, he kissed Nikolai on the forehead, before they drove off to sleep...

The morning sun had come out, and Nikolai was sitting on the couch in the living room, now fully clean and fresh. He couldn't sit on their bedroom since the bed was dirty from last night. Nikolai laid comfortably on the couch, as he held the small makeup mirror, while putting on mascara. He was suddenly interrupted by Fyodor sitting beside him.

"Pack your bags and get dressed. We are going to Japan." Fyodor announced, out of nowhere.

"Wait are you serious?" Nikolai asked, flabbergasted by Fyodor's sentence.

"Yes, why would I be joking?"

Nikolai stayed silent for a bit before jumping into Fyodor's arms, excitedly.

"Thank you so much, Dos-kun! I can finally see my friends!" Nikolai yelled excitedly, as he hugged Fyodor tightly.

Fyodor sighed from the sudden overexcitement, but it didn't feel unexpected. He held Nikolai, as he got up, wanting to give him aid to get to their room, so he can change. Fyodor's reasons for going to Japan wasn't for Nikolai, it was for work, but he didn't have to mention it, because it felt unecessary. The trip to Japan is also all thanks to Dazai's mistakes. Fyodor really doesn't like working with that guy...

They had just now arrived to Japan, and they were at the airport still. Nikolai was sticking close to Fyodor, while he was carrying his many suitcases. Dazai was also there, being the third-wheel and a bit jealous, as he also wanted a pretty boyfriend to take care of. It didn't matter for long, because Dazai would be parting from them soon enough, as he had to go back home and deal with Jouno. Jouno was mostly affected by Dazai's mistake and he was now furious, that he would kill Dazai when he meets with him. Fyodor did not want to deal with that bullshit now, his excuse being that he had to show Nikolai their new home. 

Nikolai had seen his new mansion with Fyodor, and now he was waiting at a cafe. He had announced to his friends that he would be coming to Japan, Yokohama, and they had arranged to meet for the first time in-person. Nikolai was waiting nervously, before he noticed three men walking towards him. Ranpo was waving and running towards Nikolai, excitedly, while the other two walked behind him. Nikolai got up to hug his friend, being as excited as he was.

When they were done hugging, they all sat down at the table.

"Wow, it's so exciting to meet face to face with you, Nikolai! Although, I will admit you are taller in person." Ranpo commented, as he tilted his head up to face Nikolai.

Nikolai giggled at that comment. "And you are shorter in person, along with Chuuya, of course." Nikolai teased his short friends.

Ranpo tried to ignore the first comment about him, as he let out a laugh from Nikolai calling Chuuya short.

"What do you mean 'of course'? I am not that short!" Chuuya replied, angrily, shooting death glares at both Ranpo and Nikolai.

The two looked at eachother, before bursting into laughter. Chuuya was starting to become more annoying by their laughing.

"Stop laughing at me goddamnit!" Chuuya yelled, as he gritted his teeth.

Tetchou was about to stop them, when the waiter interrupted them.

"Hello, sirs. Do you want something?" The waiter asked them, politely.

"Yeah, I'll have a matcha coffee, please." Ranpo said first.

"I'll just have a latte." Chuuya continued, with a calmer voice.

"I'll also have the same as him, please." Tetchou replied with his calm and quiet voice.

"I'll just have a milkshake, please." Nikolai ordered last, before the waiter disappeared.

Nikolai turned to the others with a big warming smile. "By the way, the coffees are on me, today." Nikolai announced, which left the three people in confusion.

"Didn't you say you were broke?" Ranpo asked, confused.

"Well, I guess I have a lot of explaination to do, that you guys have to hear." Nikolai said, as he paused for a moment, before clearing his voice, having his friends' full attention.

"The reason why I'm in Japan right now and I can afford stuff is because... I have a sugardaddy!" 

Eveyone was shocked by that reveal. Chuuya and Tetchou had their mouth agape, while Ranpo was mostly amazed.

"Oh my god... How did you do that!? Please, reveal your secrets to me!" Ranpo begged Nikolai, as he also was dreaming for an easy way for income.

"Don't worry, Ranpo. I'll help you find a sugardaddy." Nikolai replied, and Ranpo's eyes brightened up.

"Please do!" Ranpo answered excitedely.

"First of all, you need to find a man that seems rich and sit beside him. Secondly, you need to be flirtatious. And thirdly, you have to be willing to sell your body for money." Nikolai explained a step by step tutorial, like it was a plan.

"I don't think it's a good idea..." Tetchou interrupted, as he felt uneasy from the "plan".

"Shut up, Tetchou! Don't try to ruin my dreams!" Ranpo shut him off, as he was ready to execute Nikolai's plan and find a sugardaddy right away.

"Okay then! Should we go now?" 

"Yes, let's go!" Ranpo said excitedly, before him and Nikolai got up, ready for action.

"I have a bad feeling abou this..." Tetchou commented, quietly.

"Me too." Chuuya said, as he agreed with Tetchou.

They had been hiding behind a bush, as they had finally spotted a man that seamed rich enough. A man was sitting alone, focusing on his laptop. He was tall, he had purple dark hair, that were covering his eyes, and quite a good built. He also looked fairly young, so it would do. Ranpo was instructed to seem to walk casually towards him, while the other three watched from afar. Ranpo was now, near the man, unsure of what to do next. Well he couldn't sit anywhere near him, so he sat at the same table as him, unexpectedily.

"Hello, mister, what's your name? I'm Ranpo!" Ranpo introduced himself, being very sudden and straightforward.

The man looked away from his laptop to face the stranger that was talking to him all of a sudden. He gave him an awkward and nervous smile, before deciding to speak.

"Hi, I'm Edgar Allan Poe, but you can call me Edgar or Poe."