Ergo/Konstantin futurefic

[faxpunk]

 

Morality had a certain flexibility to it, surely? People did strange things for love or for sex, they just didn't happen to be as creative as Ergo Kask, his blessing and his curse. He had it pretty good now, in his new home, with his man.

His perfect accomplice, his perfect crime, his perfect life. 

"I love you," Ergo told Konstantin while watching him brush his teeth in the bathroom mirror. He used Haemtongue, like they normally did. 

Konsta learned some Aestian but still preferred to use it only to tell Ergo to shut up. Which he rarely did anymore, the man was just that in love.

Konsta's eyes widened, and a drop of toothpaste escaped the corner of his mouth onto his beard. Ergo reached out and wiped it off, bringing his finger to his own mouth. Konsta spit in the sink. 

"Why now?" he asked.

"Why not now?" Ergo asked him back. "It's true."

Konsta wiped his mouth and rinsed the toothbrush, his brow furrowed. "Is it okay if I wait to say it? You caught me off guard."

"Take all the time you need," Ergo told him. "The feeling will still be here when you get back."

"You just surprised me," Konsta said.

And then he said nothing at all after that, all evening long, like he so often did. In bed, Ergo pulled him close for a kiss, soft and teasing, trying to coax the desire he knew Konsta had in him. He didn't mind that his was the most glum Finn of them all, but this business where Konsta so rarely initiated sex was really quite tiresome. Ergo had been seducing him for four years straight now. He wanted a break.

But Konsta relented, sighing into the kiss and pulling Ergo closer. 

"Aleksis would like to be fucked by Kirill tonight," Ergo said, undressing Konsta from his stuffy cotton pajamas. The stupid things he always insisted on wearing. 

He enjoyed the role play, casual though it was. They could slip in and out of whoever they wanted to be that night. He liked to tell Konsta what to do, see his eyes darken with desire at the most simple command, but Aleksis and Kirill didn't do that sort of thing. They made love like they were in love. 

Konsta struggled out of his pajama top. Ergo slept in the nude and it worked quite fine for him, even in the cold of the country they lived in.

"Kirill is quite tired," Konsta told him, and Ergo slipped a hand into his pajama bottoms, tugging at the semihard cock within. Konsta was flushed hot and still playing like he didn't want it, even as a moan from his mouth was swallowed by Ergo. His cock was thick and perfect in Ergo's hand, and it would be perfect inside of him, too, if they ever got that far tonight. 

"Oh, live a little," he told Konsta and again, the man relented. 

His own hands touched Ergo like he was reverential. Some nights his tongue had loosened and he said all those things stuck in his head normally. How beautiful and incredible Ergo was, how lucky they were to have found each other, even if some light drugging and kidnapping had to happen to facilitate it.

He could say all that a hundred times but not yet drop the L word, in either of their languages. 

"How would Aleksis like to be had?" His voice a murmur against Ergo's neck, making him shiver.

"Hard," Ergo replied simply and rolled onto his stomach. Konsta positioned himself behind him, hands too busy admiring, even as Ergo groaned, impatient. 

"Get to it," he said, hissed between teeth, pushing back against Konsta's touch. 

"Kirill does not follow orders," Konsta told him lightly. 

"I'm going to kill you tomorrow," Ergo gasped, feeling heat building within himself. He was practically humping the bed by the time Konsta entered. His hands spreading Ergo's thighs, slow and thick and so good, entering deep, Ergo could commit a hundred more crimes to get more of this.

Not that he would, of course, a promise is surely a promise to be kept.

–

There had been the thing with the slightly sketchy businessman who Ergo had gotten some further funding from. Was he wrong to scam a scammer? Maybe, maybe not. It was a grey area, wasn't it? Not for Konsta, who was furious not only about the businessman but also the light, inconsequential flirting Ergo had had to do to get there.

Honestly. He robbed a museum for this man. How much fealty does he need to swear to after such an unbelievable accomplishment?

But Konsta would never leave him, he was sure of it. The way the man submitted to his words was truly incredible. That very chance a finding, that flicker in his eyes the very first time Ergo had commanded him. He could not have ever guessed the fine senior constable's truest calling was to be an eager little toy for a younger man, but the discovery made him very happy.

–

"Undress me," he told Konsta one night, and he said it in Aestian for language practice. The look in his eyes, annoyance melting into dark heat, told Ergo everything he needed to know.

Konsta's fingers began to unbutton his shirt, obedient and eyes flickering from Ergo's eyes back to the buttons. 

"Slowly," he said, keeping the tone. "And don't speak unless spoken to."

Of course Konsta would always get bratty, but even that was hot for Ergo. He never wanted Konsta to stop resisting. He could keep up the chase for ever.

"Good boy," Ergo told him, when Konsta tugged the last of his underwear off, his hard cock springing up, pink and purple and eager. "Suck my cock while you undress yourself."

–

So this was their life, merry and perfect. But surely he could do more, still? Konsta clearly wasn't entirely won over, not by the incredible life, the endless free coffee, the earth-shattering sex or the adorable man he woke up next to in bed every morning. 

Ergo came upon an idea. And sure, it was slightly illegal, as all good things in life are.

But when a month later Konsta went to answer the phone and came back to the breakfast table with a shocked expression, Ergo knew he had made the right choice. 

"They called my mother from Haem to congratulate her, the debt has been completely wiped." Konsta lifted his cup to his mouth but didn't take a sip. He stared at Ergo, who said nothing and enjoyed the rest of his barley porridge.

"You didn't– did you?" Konsta finally asked him.

Ergo looked at him with a warm smile. He knew better now than to tell the other man not to worry about it. That would merely ensure Konsta would worry about it. And the truth tortured him.

But he was also a stubborn Finn of Haem who would get the truth out of Ergo eventually. And wasn't their entire relationship built on honesty?

"I don't know anything about it," Ergo began nonchalantly. "But if I was to have an educated guess, maybe a good Samaritan used his wit and charm to steal a significant amount from a crooked businessman. And then used his negotiation skills to get back on the good side of some Livonian gang members."

"Without doing anything illegal?" Konsta asked darkly. 

"The man may have offered some consultation," Ergo said coyly. 

"So he consulted criminals without doing anything illegal?" Konsta reiterated. "That's very–" He cleared his throat. "I suppose this line of questioning will lead us nowhere."

"Idle speculation rarely does," Ergo agreed.

"Thank you," Konsta said after a while. His voice was low, emotional.

"For the coffee? You're welcome." Ergo waited for a beat or two, but the phrase didn't leave Konsta's lips.

Back to the drawing board.

–

"Should we get a dog?" Ergo asked him one afternoon at the café.

Konsta frowned. "We are never home to begin with."

"We are home just plenty," Ergo argued. "What are you doing Saturday, we could go to the shelter to have a look."

"Can't, the crown prince is giving a speech on television," Konsta said, shaking his head. 

Ergo reached into a plate of bilberry swirl buns, picking one up and biting into it. "That bratty stalk of weed can talk? I’m surprised."

Konsta looked at him, annoyed. "Have some reverence, Aleksis."

"I'm a republican," Ergo said. 

"You're just a pest," Konsta said. "Besides, we met the crown prince at the embassy during the King's Day celebration a couple of years ago, when he was studying over here."

"Oh, that young man," Ergo said, not caring all that deeply. "He is definitely gay."

"Well, turns out you are wrong. He is set to marry the third princess of Svenia." 

Ergo laughed. "Set to marry? Meaning he hasn't yet? I will bet you a dog he will never marry her."

Konsta sighed. "You just can't ever admit you're wrong. He isn't gay. You can't always tell these things from just looking at a person."

"I have never been wrong about this kind of thing," Ergo said, shrugging. "Just because you never pick up on it–"

"I do notice," Konsta said under his breath. 

"Like the Englishman who hit on you the other week?" Ergo asked. "You nearly got a drink with him."

"He was just being nice," Konsta said, tired sounding. "He wanted to know more about Haem."

"I'm sure if he fellated you in his hotel room, he would be very nice and find out much about the kingdom of Haem," Ergo told him, smiling when the comment brought a blush to Konsta's cheeks.

"Aleksis," Konsta said, his tone a warning. 

Konsta never noticed when men hit on him. Ergo was not sure this was such a blessing. It happened quite often, since their café got a lot of tourists and Konsta worked behind the counter every now and then. Ergo was not jealous, he was just annoyed Konsta didn't see it.

–

"Imagine," he asked Konstantin one night, kissing the back of his neck while pressing against that incredible ass of his, "if we had met when I was studying in Tartu and you could have reformed me before I succumbed to a life of crime."

"Have I reformed you, even now?" Konsta asked him. "How are you hard already, we only just started?"

"I hadn't been fucked at 20, you could have been my first," Ergo told him, hands snaking to open his trousers, one hand entering to stroke the length. "That would've been so hot, wouldn't it."

"I don't think I could have walked up to you," Konsta told him awkwardly. 

"I could have flirted with you, you'd have bought me drinks. Taken me to your hotel room to use me all night long.” He ignored the faint protest from Konstantin. He was hard and delicious in Ergo's grasp.

"You make me sound pretty bad," Konsta commented. "Like I was using my authority to lure an innocent."

"Oh, officer, a crime or your cock? I choose your cock." Ergo squeezed the member and Konsta groaned against the touch. "Would you like me to suck it now?"

"Fine, fine," Konsta said, turning around in the touch.

Fuck, how Ergo loved this man.

–

A year or two later, they were watching the progression of royals at the annual Kingdom of Haem midsummer celebration on television. A dreadfully boring event, but Ergo had learned to endure such things for Konsta.

“There’s the annoying prince,” Ergo said. “Do you think he’s fucking his bodyguard?”

Konsta rolled his eyes. “You’re projecting, as ever.”

“Look at the way they’re standing.” Ergo ran a hand over his hair. “There is little reason to stand so close, unless it comes instinctually to them.”

“It’s his job to stand close to the crown prince.”

“I can’t believe you used to be a detective.”

Surprisingly, Konsta laughed at that. “Well, in another life.”

“I’m glad we’re in this one instead.” Ergo’s hand dropped to grip the back of Konsta’s neck. "I guess you owe me a dog," Ergo replied lightly. 

Konsta sighed. "Fine, let's get a dog."

"You're more of a cat person, I think," Ergo said lightly. "You are only ever nice to two people. Maybe one day I will be one of them."

Konsta laughed at this. "I should treat you better, I know."

Ergo said nothing, taking the remote control and pressing a button. The TV zipped into silence, a dark screen greeting them instead.

"I love you," Konsta said, and his eyes moved from the TV to Ergo. “Have ever since I first kissed you on that ship."

"I know," Ergo told him, but he did not, and the confession sent his heart racing. "My first legal idea?"

"Yes," Konsta said. His cheeks flushed, seeing the way Ergo looked at him, eyes intimate and unrelenting. "We should start dinner, I suppose."

"I think there is always time," Ergo said. "Get on your knees."