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Marvel!AU part 2 | Explicit | 14,9K | 1/1

Winter Soldier Charles, Yelena Belova Max, Gunplay kink, Russian Roulette, Power Dynamics, Shameless Smut, Bottom Max Verstappen

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“You must know Russian Roulette, right? Have you played it before?” Max turns slightly to the side and looks at the brunet.

Charles rolls his eyes, already anticipating the kind of night they're in for. The kind of Max he’s dealing with now. Yeah, things can always get worse, he sees.

The Monegasque shifts just enough to hover over the stove and turn off the heat, before returning to his previous position, sighing audibly.

“The last time I played, guess what? It was indeed with Russians,” he says with false grace as he inspects the revolver and rotates the cylinder sideways, staring at each chamber in the cylinder. “They weren't the best, obviously, but they were clearly patriotic enough, since they're all dead.”

Max lets out a humorless laugh. Charles continues to stare at him. His spine straight, shoulders hunched, he watches Max's every move like a behavioral analyst, mapping his gestures, as the blond man slots what appears to be a single cartridge into the cylinder, his body making a subtle curve as he turns toward Charles again. The brunet hears the metallic click of the chamber, Max's performance always impeccable.

“This is a .627. Small bore, fast enough. Its recoil is greater than ours, but it also makes less mess since the penetration potential is…” Max licks his lips and begins to spin the cylinder while still out of the gun, “the kind that does a lot of damage in the right hands.”

With his index and middle fingers slowly dragging the cylinder to the side, Max looks at Charles. “It holds eight rounds, so that leaves us with what, fifteen percent for each shot?" he asks cynically.

“Twelve,” Charles corrects neutrally, without looking away.

Max gives a sadistic smile and spins the cylinder hard like a damned prize wheel, ding ding ding. Only when the noise begins to fade does he snap the cylinder into the revolver's body in a quick, practiced motion, still staring defiantly at Charles. Then he raises the gun close to his face, pointing upward, and places his thumb on the safety, lowering it to let the cylinder rotate and cock. The dry, soft click in the silence of the room is all Charles hears, and soon Max is pointing the gun at him, squinting his left eye to improve his aim.

“Because you’re so smart and always have the answer on the tip of your tongue, I’ll give you the honor of being first,” he says, lowering his index finger toward the trigger.

OR: Still Avengers, a failed mission and a Russian Roulette.

 {Freaky Fest at the Richards' Residence & Squish Style Feature of my Home} My very dear girlfriend Tobi of Squish Style came down to Lake Forest from San Jose this weekend. Back in the day, we both went to Middle and High School, and she lived literally 2 blocks away from me. She came down with her husband Jake to celebrate Halloween with her family and friends since she won't be able to come visit for the Thanksgiving holiday. Her family hosted "Freaky Fest", a fun event to enjoy the company of family and friends AND delicious,"freaky" dishes! Enjoy the photos, and check out the tour of my apartment on Squish Style! XX,