Where the wind whispers

Title: 01. Beginnings
Pairing: Dima/Marat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 295

It all started on a cold winter’s day in December.

Dima was wondering why in the world he had ever left the warmth of California to come spend some time with his parents. He was walking down to the corner grocery store to get some things for his mother who was going to make a huge dinner for the whole family—the relatives were coming from all over Russia.

He was looking through the aisles for some tomato paste when he heard his name being called from behind.

Dmitry turned around and a smile lit up his face when he saw Marat.

“What are you doing here Dima? Thought you lived the American lifestyle now.” Marat spoke coolly as he lifted a bag of chips from the counter.

“Oh well you know I missed it so I had to come back.” Dima joked as he finally found the tomato paste.

“Who trusts you with their kitchen?” Marat asked staring at Dima holding the can.

“It’s not for me, it’s for my mom.”

“Well at least that way you won’t have a walking fire hazard.” Marat grinned and Dmitry frowned.

“What are you doing here?”

“What’s it look like?”

“Looks like you’re going to be lonely tonight and you just want to pig out and not worry about it.” Dmitry replied with a smirk and he watched Marat frown.

“Well, it works.” Marat said then turned to go.

Dmitry saw the slightly slumped shoulders and then he felt bad for Marat.

“Hey Marat!” Dmitry called and Marat turned to look back over his shoulder.

“What?”

“Want to come to dinner tonight? There’s going to be a lot of crazy relatives, but my mother’s cooking is worth it.”

Dmitry waited for a moment for Marat’s answer.

“Sure.”
 



Title: 33. Too Much
Pairing: Dima/Marat
Rating: Heavy R/light NC-17
Word Count: 308

Dmitry groaned as Marat’s mouth skimmed over his throat again. A nip of sharp teeth brought a gasp from Dima’s mouth, which was silenced by Marat’s mouth covering his in a smothering kiss.

It had been three months since that dinner at Dmitry’s parent’s house. This was the first time either had had time to do anything about the growing sexual tension between them.

Now Marat had Dima pressed into the mattress of his latest hotel room. The older Russian seemed to already know Dmitry’s sensitive places and had the blonde about ready to come. That was an amazing achievement considering that Dmitry only had his shirt off and Marat was still fully clothed.

“Marat…please…” Dmitry begged low in his throat and Marat’s fingers ghosted over the pale skin of Dima’s abdomen.

“Please what Mitya?” Marat teased as his tongue licked over Dima’s throat.

“Marat! You know what I want. Don’t tease me!” Dmitry all but yelled.

Marat leaned back and Dmitry scowled at Marat’s smirk. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“Nyet.” Dmitry pouted.

“Da.” When Dima didn’t say anything else, only continued to pout, Marat leaned forward.

“Just imagine Mitya, imagine all the things I can do to you.” He cooed against Dima’s ear. Dmitry’s breath hitched. Marat skimmed his fingers along Dmitry’s side. “I can make you tingle all over.” Marat licked the shell of Dmitry’s ear. “I can make you gasp.” His thumb flicked over one of Dmitry’s hard nipples bringing out a gasp. “There’s also something else I can do really well…”

“W-what would that be?” Dmitry asked gasping for breath.

Marat had a wolfish grin on his face as he spoke huskily into Dmitry’s ear. “I can make you scream.”

Dmitry gasped and it was too much. Marat’s touches and words, it was too much for him to take. He came. 
 


Title: 02. Middles
Pairing: Dima/Marat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 142

Dmitry leaned back into the big, comfy chair. He sipped the beer that he held and sighed. Marat was late again.

After the first week or so, Dmitry had quit asking Marat why he was late—he could smell the other man on his body. It hurt Dmitry terribly that Marat could do that and still pretend that he loved him.

Dmitry closed his eyes after another sip of beer.

He knew that it was almost impossible for Marat to be tied down for any length of time to one person. Marat was just incapable of monogamy. Still, Dmitry had finally admitted to himself, he had hoped that Marat would love him and only him.

Even now, Dmitry still held the silent hope that Marat would change and come back to him. He hoped with all the love his heart could hold. 
 


Title: 34. Not Enough
Pairing: Dima/Marat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 142

 

Based on this picture.

 

“Nothing happened Dima! Quit overreacting!” Marat yelled.

 

“Don’t lie to me Marat. Don’t you dare lie to me.”

 

“I’m not!”

 

“Damn it Marat!” Dmitry threw the bottle of vodka at the wall. “I saw you.”

 

Dmitry saw Marat’s defiant defense break. “Okay fine. So what?”

 

Dmitry stood there frozen at the bluntness of Marat’s words. “So what? So what?! Is that the only thing you’re going to say? So what?”

 

“Da.”

 

“Marat! You’re a lying son of a bitch. I’ve had enough of it.” Dmitry said brushing past Marat to their bedroom.

 

“Dima, come on now lyubimyi…” Marat said in a pleading tone.

 

“Go away Marat.” Dima said blankly.

 

“I’m sorry Mitya. I act without thinking, you know that.” Marat said gently touching Dmitry’s shoulder.

 

For the first time in a long time, Dmitry noticed that the words and gestures weren’t enough.

Title: 03. Ends
Pairing: Dima/Marat
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 141

“Are you sure Mitya?” Marat asked in a quiet voice. “Are you sure you don’t want to give it another shot?”

 

Dmitry saw the somewhat hopeful gleam in Marat’s eyes. “I’m sure Marat. I can’t deal with what you did again. I’ve given you several chances to not do it again, I can’t anymore.”

 

Marat swallowed then he nodded. Dmitry watched him stand up and walk over to him. He put his hand hesitantly on his shoulder while looking him in the eye.

 

“I’m sorry Mitya.” Dmitry could see the honest regret in his eyes.

 

Dmitry managed a half-smile. “I know Marat.”

 

“I shouldn’t have done that to you. You’re too, well not innocent, but you get the point.” Marat managed a joke and Dmitry smiled.

 

“I do. I’ll see you ‘round Marat.” Dmitry patted his shoulder and then walked away.

Title: 26. Teammates
Pairing: Dima/Marat, Dima/Mischa
Rating: PG
Word Count: 181

One point and it was all over. Every fan of Russia leapt to their feet and screams of joy resounded throughout the arena. It was official: team Russia had just won the Davis Cup.

 

Dmitry hugged Mischa tightly. The press would think of it as a gesture of victory—after all they had just won. But the two Russians knew it was more, so much more. Dmitry and Mikhail had just become lovers a few days ago after having a more ‘friendly’ relationship for a few months.

 

Over the top of Mischa’s head, Dmitry unexpectedly locked eyes with Marat. A swift feeling of emotion flooded Dima’s bloodstream and the passion that had once filled Marat and his relationship came back to his senses.

 

For one brief moment, Marat’s dark green eyes stared directly into his own clear blue ones. Dima was unsure of Marat’s intentions until the older Russian inclined his head in a smooth nod and then a casual smirk tilted his lips.

 

Dmitry returned the smile with a cautious one of his own.

 

Then he hugged his future with all the love he possessed.