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Post by Aleksandr Orlov on Dec 13, 2009 18:25:38 GMT -5
Alek sat, his pen tapping against the paper as he listened. Of course, he wasn’t very interested in the topic at discussion; not at the moment. This didn’t mean that he didn’t care about the Italians and what business they had with them currently. It just meant that he would rather be else where, doing something that caught more of his attention. His thoughts changed from the discussion of Italian products taking over their Russian market, to something a little less important. He should stop in tonight; hopefully stay the night at home. Nikolai was probably lonely. He was only 9 years-old after all. But it was around that age that he himself had been left home alone most nights. When your family was in the mafia, spending time with family members wasn’t exactly an option available to everyone. But Nik was only 9 and just because his parents had died, just as Alek’s had, didn’t mean that Nik had to be lonely. It wasn’t fair for Alek to leave him alone when he knew first hand just how lonely you can feel at that age.
He was brought from his musings as he heard a clatter of noise. He scoffed lightly, sitting up a bit in his chair. Of course it was an outrage; this didn’t mean that the man next to him had to make so much noise and a scene out of the issue. That’s why they were discussing it, because it was an outrage, one that would need to be solved for their business to continue. He would definitely go home to spend some time with Nik tonight. It would do both of them some good.
He looked around the room again, letting out a quiet sigh, catching a glance of Ivan. Of course he was the main man, but that wasn’t the reason that he was glancing at him; Ivan had been looking at him a lot during this meeting. He didn’t want to acknowledge it at first, brushing it aside; thinking, he must just have noticed how feminine and young Alek looks and thought it odd. But now he was starting to wonder why the boss would continue to stare at him, giving him glances and acknowledgement. Aleksandr hadn’t been attending the meetings before, only being promoted up the ranks not too long ago, but he had never received this much attention from the boss; and he had never expected to either.
He sat up, pretending to take a few brief notes from the meeting. It would be over soon; hopefully he would find out why he seemed to have caught Ivan’s attention, maybe he should just forget it. Some things were better left unknown.
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Post by Ivan Fyodor Petrov on Dec 16, 2009 5:42:25 GMT -5
Listening was not one Ivan’s strength. Hell, he didn’t even know how exactly how he could stand sitting there behind the big oak (was it oak? Ivan was never sure about woods and materials, hence why he wasn’t interested in illegal lodging) desk. The main reason of the meeting today was because one of the underbosses believed that the Italian was trying to take over their business, smuggling people to the States, with half the Russian’s price. Well, the topic, no matter how outraging, was boring. Ivan could see some of his people were trying to hold back their yawns, pretending to be serious, probably all except one—Alek.
Aleksandr Orlov had just been promoted to the rank for several days and already he looked so bored about this meeting. Well, Ivan can’t blame him. That boy, already considered his own son, was young and probably going out shooting people was more interesting than having to sit here, listening to men twice his age rattling about how unacceptable the situation was. Ivan understood, he was once young and he knew how it feels to be trapped inside a meeting and the feeling of bored to death. He smiled to the young man as he caught his eyes, before looked away to the other underbosses.
His eyes travelled back to Alek after a while. So young, looked barely as old as his own Vasily… so beautiful, too. He had been watching him for a while and he realized if he kept doing this the young man might realize what he was fantasizing about—what was wrong with that? He was the boss, the main man, the alpha of this family… he could have whatever he wanted. Right now what he wanted to do was having brief conversation with that boy. So he stood and shook his head. “That is enough for today, gentlemen. Submit the reports of his as soon as possible, I expect them to be on my table by this time tomorrow… you may leave.”
As the underbosses all gathered their things to leave, Ivan turned to Alek and nodded to him, “I need a word with you, Alek. In private.”
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Post by Aleksandr Orlov on Dec 16, 2009 7:22:31 GMT -5
Startled by the sudden sound of the chair against the floor, Alek looked over to see Ivan standing up. Was he going to say something? Hopefully it wasn’t about how bored he looked. He knew that no one really found this meeting to be in any way interesting, unless you were Maxim, the one at the back of the meeting, always taking down every word. But Alek couldn’t understand why he would do that to himself. He shook his head just thinking about it.
Thankful that Ivan finally had, had enough of this boring meeting. He stood, like everyone else, getting ready to leave when Ivan spoke to him. So he was going to find out why he had been staring at him. Did he know that Alek was gay and Ivan was interested? No. I shouldn’t be so arrogant to think something like that. I’m nothing that special. But he was still curious. Ivan had this look on his face, during the meeting.
Alek waited for everyone to leave, watching them briefly as Maxim finally left, always one of the last to leave; before he turned to look at Ivan. For a man of around 60, he wasn’t that bad looking. Of course, Ivan could have whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, and do whoever he wanted. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t attractive. For a man of 60, he would be able to get a decent partner that found him attractive instead of having to use his position. “You wanted to speak with me?” he looked up at him, from under his eyelashes briefly before looking in his eyes, a beautiful smile on his lips. If Ivan had been thinking like Alek believed he might have, then maybe this would only entice him further. And if not, he’d just look really feminine.
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Post by Ivan Fyodor Petrov on Jan 13, 2010 15:53:33 GMT -5
Ivan simply stared at Alek as he stayed, as he ordered him to. He waited till the last man left them and closed the door behind him before he nodded to Alek and sat again on the earlier chair where he seated throughout the meeting. He let his eyes marveled the handsome young man in front of him; with his sweet lips, and his soft facial structure, one would think he was just a really tomboy young woman with short haircut. Ivan knew Alek’s parents before their died and when they left their only son, he even sometimes took the role of father for him when needed—though most of the time Ivan was too busy for that, he sometimes too busy even for Vasily!
He watched Alek for a split second before tilted his head and signaled him to come closer to him; he wanted to see more of that smile, that gorgeous smile that had been captivating him since the moment he first knew the younger man. Those pair of thin lips begged to be kissed, and the firm ass he often wondered what would feel like in his strong grip… Ivan cleared his throat as he opened the cigar box and took one of the fine cigars, offering it to Alek. ”No Alek, I did not want to speak with you but since now you suggested the idea… how are you? How you like your new position?”
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Post by Aleksandr Orlov on Jan 13, 2010 19:34:11 GMT -5
Curious, Alek wondered what exactly Ivan was staring at. Since he was staring at him, he had to wonder what or why he was staring at him exactly. Was it because he was interested, or just intrigued by his looks? Maybe he wanted to actually talk with him and had, had something on his mind this entire meeting; that was a very logical reason for staring at him. Whatever the reason though, he stood in front of his seat, still looking at Ivan in an alluring way. Every man has needs, and sometimes, every man needs someone to help him relieve himself. It happened often in the mafia.
Alek nodded his head and moved over as Ivan signalled him. Taking the cigar, he nodded to Ivan. “Thank you” another subtle hint of a smile, he pulled out a personalized lighter and lit up the cigar. Taking a puff, enjoying that nice aroma and flavour, he decided to be bold a bit. Moving over, he sat on the edge of Ivan’s desk, his hand coming back to support himself, leaning back a bit. His head was angled up slightly as he took another puff, placing his hand against the table behind him, he looked to Ivan. “Doing fine sir. The job isn’t as action packed as field work, but it keeps me closer to home. Nikolai is doing good as well. He’s learning to shoot with my father’s revolver, and is quite good at it” Alek gave Ivan yet another beautiful smile, moving on the desk to sit in front of him, leaning forward a bit, his back hunched, his cigar between his fingers. “But I don’t think idle chatter is why you kept me behind, sir?” he tilted his head to the side, flashing him a devious grin. He could be such a flirt sometimes. But then again, it was one of his strengths. Seducing was high on his list of getting information, what with his looks, who wouldn’t want to use it to their advantage?
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