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Sevastian jolted with surprise at the sudden kiss, hands flying to Steve’s chest at first to instinctively push the older man away but… he… couldn’t…

He just couldn’t…

He…

Wanted this…?

Craved this…?

Craved… 

He craved it….

х conтιnυed

“See, s’ great in theory, however ya theory is wrong cause’ I can’t fuckin’ get up.” Came the groan from the Russian, eying the hunter tiredly as pitch black eyes squinted at him from his spot on the dingy hotel carpet.

“I uh... m... mind helpin’ me up, handsome... please...?” He asked, voice significantly softer as he finally decided to ask for help. Please... it was a word that very very rarely ever left the hemomancer’s lips...

It was strange how vulnerable he let himself be around Dean...

“I swear t’ fuckin’ god, kid, if ya don’t get this fuck away from me I’m gonna sock im’ in his fuckin’ sorry mouth!”

Anyone who tells you that Sevastian Feliks Nikolaev is a stand up guy would be absolutely, one hundred percent, lying through bloody teeth. Needless to say, the Russian was ruthless, calculating, and over all tactful.

What he hadn’t expected was how stupid his cohorts could be.

The raven haired killer watched quietly from his seat in the interrogation room, toying rather boredly with the handcuffs that were keeping his busy hands at bay. His team had been a bunch of idiots, and they’d completely ruined his assassination contract, not to mention had gotten him captured. He was in a whole other state, in the middle of the fucking ocean (thanks, Hawaii), and so here he was; stuck in an interrogation room waiting to be grilled about things he’d never open his mouth about.

His Pahkan was gonna be pissed...

Bloodhound sighed through his nose, looking up at the cieling as he kept his mouth shut tight and furrowed his eyebrows together with a subtle glare.

“You on something or some shit? I just told you, fucker, magick isn’t real. Get your head out of the story books and leave me the fuck alone….”

Shit.

He should have realized he’d been seen the other night when he’d finished up that job…. He had to be more careful when using his powers…. Well, if push came to shove he could just kill the bastard with his Hemomancy, but for now he was gonna let this play out….

“Look, kid, I’m not a fuckin’ babysitter. If you got somethin’ to say, say it. If not go on your merry fuckin’ way and leave me the hell alone…”

“I only want to hurt you, And what I want I get I’m aiming to continue So consider me a threat…”

Original Character; Sevastian Feliks Nikolaev

Assassin, Torturer, Enforcer

Odessa Russian Crime Family

Brooklyn, New York

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