A Matter Best Kept to Ourselves [Feliks and Ivan]

Ivan giggled into Feliks's ear. "Would Pol'ska like to know?" he breathed, "I can tell Pol'ska many things I have done that are worse than murder if he wants, da!"

The blonde swallowed hard, than nodded. "Why don't you tell me, KUZYN?" He wondered if he could use this information to sue him.

He licked at his ear again. "I think it might haunt Pol'ska's nightmares... And I would not like to hurt my cousin in such a way..."

"Nothing could haunt my nightmares like your ugly face." He hissed. "The Nocnitsa hates me. Just fucking tell me."

"Well, Pol'ska, mostly sexual crimes... Often combined with murder... And, ah... Lots of things involving..." He began a list of things which would make anyone throw up, the same proud and satisfied smile on his face the entire time.

"........." Feliks' jaw dropped in shock, a wave of nausea taking over him as he listened to all the other's gruesome accounts. "You... you... lying. You didn't do all that..."

"Would you like to find out~?" Ivan offered, his smile widening into a cruel grin.

".... you're fucking bluffing... seriously, you're totally f-fucking bluffing..." Feliks whispered. "You would never. You'd never."

"Have you not ever wondered why all the best servants at my house kept disappearing? We would never fire them when they were so good at their job...

"You... you were killing them ALL?" He looked at him in horror. "I... I was really close with some of the ones that left, they cared more for me than my parents did..."

Ivan giggled and kissed his cousin on the cheek. "Now Pol'ska knows I am not lying, da?"

"I hate you." The blonde whispered, the amount of emotion and loathing in his voice stronger than it ever had been. "I hate you... I wish you would sjust fucking die..."

"Da, I know~ But I will always get my way, da, not you yours. So how about you go clean up that glass you smashed and get me another vodka?"

"Fine." He elbowed him out of the way and walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of vodka out of it. He handed the bottle over to his cousin, then set to work on cleaning up the glass.

((I'm reminded of Alec's idea now. >.<))

Ivan watched him clean up as he sipped his new vodka, content. He really did like his cousin's face when it was so full of fear... It was simply delicious.

Feliks finished cleaning up the mess, throwing away the glass filled towel that he had used. He turned to his cousin and gave him an angry look.

"Can I go now?"

"Niet, not yet. I want to play with you for a while. You will play a game with your cousin, da?"

".... a game? What do I get if I win?" He looked at him anxiously.

Ivan giggled. "You are so cute, Pol'ska! It is not that kind of game!" He sipped some more vodka and a shadow fell across his face. "Only I can win this game."

"... that totally doesn't sound like a decent game to me." Feliks said quietly, taking a couple steps backwards.

"It is the kind of game I played at home all the time~ But here, I have none of my servants... So you will play with me!"

"Are you going to kill me afterwards?" Feliks asked stubbornly. "Because Idon't want to disappear like your servants, you crazy bitch!"

"Not if you are good," Ivan smiled, "I would not want to lose such a fun toy as you so fast."

"And what if I would rather die than be your "toy?"' The blonde asked, his voice shaking with intense anger.

"Then you would get your wish~" he smiled calmly, watching the other as his anger grew.