Drago's Story

Drago's Labels

Donetsk, Russia: 2018

Time× 10:00 am

Viktor kissed the soft skin of Natalie's arm as his grip on her body tightened. He pulled her close, breathing in her scent. She smelled like strawberries, due to her CoCo Chanel perfume. Viktor learned that she was obsessed with it, from the time she was a kid because it was the same perfume that her mother use to use. Natalie's mother passed away when she was very young, leaving Natalie in the care of her father.

Viktor hasn't met Natalie's father yet, but from the way she spoke about him, he could tell that he was a good man. Natalie, on the other hand, was definitely a daddy's girl. The relationship she and her father had was unbreakable and Viktor admired that. He always wanted that type of relationship with his father.

"What are you thinking about?" Natalie's soft voice spoke, getting him back to reality. She touched Viktor's chest with her fingers, slowly bringing her light brown eyes to look up at him.

Viktor took her fingers and placed kisses on each of them, before setting them right back down on his chest. "Nothing important." He said lowly, catching her gaze. "What are you thinking about?" He questioned, mockingly.

Natalie gives him a lopsided smile. "I'm thinking about how I'm gonna walk to get to my audition." She points at him accusingly. "Thanks to you, I can't walk. Did you have to be so rough?"

Viktor smirked at her. "Is that complaining I hear? Where was all this when I was going deeper and moving faster? All you did was moan and pull me closer." He cleared his throat. "Ohh Viktor doesn't stop, keep going. Deeper! Deeper!" He said, reacting Natalie. His voice was high pitched, which made the impression horrible.

Sitting up, Natalie playfully glared at him. "I hate you." She said sticking the middle finger.

Viktor came up and playfully bit her finger, causing Natalie to screech. "No, you don't." He laid her back down on the bed and got on top of her. Placing a kiss on her full lips, he smiled down at her. "What time is your audition?"

Natalie looked up at the clock, before looking back at him. "In about three hours." She answered. "Why?"

The smile on Viktor's face widened. "Wanna have round nine?" He asked. They'd been going at it for the whole night. s*x, sleep, s*x, sleep nonstop.

"Ummm, let me think." Natalie looked up at the ceiling as if thinking about it, she placed her hand on her chin. "Nope." She stated. She rolled her eyes once she saw Viktor pouting. "Don't give me that look, Vik, I'm sore."

"I want to be sore as well." He whined like a big baby. Viktor placed a kiss on her fingers. "Very, very sore."

Natalie smirked. "There can only be one whiner in this relationship Viktor." She joked but gasped realizing her mistake. Viktor stiffened.

He didn't like labels or the thing most people call a relationship, because with those comes expectations. He’s afraid of expectations and he’s afraid that labeling might ruin everything.

That's what he told Natalie, the night they first slept together but deep down she knew that it was because of his mom. He's afraid that she'll turn her back on him and leave, just like his mother left him and his father. "I'm sorry." She quickly apologized.

Viktor sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Its fine Nat." He said, before turning her way. He noticed how worried she looked, so he smiled small, even though it was a fake one. "Красивая, I said it's fine. You shouldn't even have to apologize."

"Уверен?" She asked nervously.

"Yes, I'm sure Nat." He said standing up. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I'm the one who doesn't want to put a label on this." He points back and forth at us. "Whatever this thing is."

Natalie smiles a little, before standing up on the bed and walking towards him. When she's close enough she jumps on him and he catches her, wrapping her beautiful legs around his waist. "Viktor we don't need to label this thing between us and I'm okay with it, just as long as whatever this is, continues." She confesses burying her face in the crook of his neck. "A label means nothing to me if it means nothing to you Любовь. And I want you to know that I'll never leave you." She told him truthfully.

"Promise?" He asked lowly, placing his large hand behind her neck.

Natalie removed her face from the crook of his neck. "I promise Vik."

Viktor looked into Nataline's eyes and his heart jumped. She was breathtaking and he knew right at that moment when her eyes met his that he would do anything for her. But deep down, for a moment he had a feeling that one day he'd leave her brokenhearted. Just like how his mother left his father heartbroken.

Just the thought of breaking her heart killed him.

"I don't deserve you." He whispered, staring at her.

Natalie tilted her head, biting her lips slightly. She moved closer. "No one ever deserves anyone in this world Vik." She placed both hands on the side of his face. "Kiss me please." She practically begged. Viktor did what he was told, wasting no time to put his lips on Nat. His tongue plunged into her mouth and their bodies shook at the raging heat being created between them.

Viktor fell on the hotel bed, bringing Natalie along with him. She pulled away from the kiss to catch her breath. "Show me what you're made of Натали," Viktor said, grabbing onto her hips.

Natalie looked up at him, smiling. "Say my name like that again."

Viktor smirked, knowing that she loved her name being called in their native tongue. "Натали." He said slowly. Natalie began to grind her p***y into his c**k, her desire clear as day. Viktor moaned in absolute pleasure, not wanting what was happening to ever stop. He was enjoying everything, from the way she moved to the wetness in between her legs. "Don't stop." He said, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Natalie moved off him suddenly, her eyes landing on the sight of Viktor's d**k. She watched as his tip glistened with the wetness that came from her. "One more round, that's it." She said in a serious tone. Viktor smirked, mischievously knowing that it'll be more than one last round.

He groaned when Natalie's soft hands attached to his d**k, she began to stroke him slowly and from there on speed up. Bending down Natalie took the tip of his d**k into her mouth, both licking and sucking the life out of him. "Don't stop," Viktor demanded, grabbing onto her slick ponytail. He pulled on it, but not enough to pain her.

Natalie loved the hair pull and decided to reward him by taking his whole eight inches into her mouth. She licked down to his balls and took them into her mouth and sucked on those too. After a few more minutes, she pulled away, breathing heavily. "It's your turn, Vik." She said, smirking. Her voice was soft and soothing.

Viktor quickly sat up and flipped her over. "My turn it is." He said placing a sloppy kiss on her lips. He pulled away and position himself against Natalie's slit from behind. Sinking in, Nat held her breath adjusting to his size.

Viktor didn't go slow, as soon as he felt Natalie adjust to his size, he pounded in her, forcefully. "Oh shit." Natalie moaned, grabbing onto the pillow to support herself. "s**t, f**k, f**k, f**k!"

His d**k kept sliding in and out of her, which felt amazing. Viktor grabbed onto her waist to keep her from running away. "Stop running." He mutter, thrusting his hips forward.

Natalie released a harsh breath as her body twitched and she reached her peak. Viktor slapped her ass. "That's right baby, Сперма для меня." Viktor thrust into her some more before he finally released inside her. His body shuttered as he grabbed a hold of her breast and pulled. "Ugh, shit." He moaned.

They both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. "I'm really gonna need to get on birth control if you're gonna not use a condom half of the time," Natalie said, laying her head on his chest.

Viktor chuckled. "Sorry. We'll go this weekend to the doctor to get you on some." He said. "I don't think you should take another plan B, you've already been taking it back to back for the past few months.."

Natalie nodded in agreement. "I won't take one, but we better cross our fingers and hope that there's nothing growing in here." She pointed to her sweating belly. "Because a baby is the last thing we need right now."

Viktor stared at the ceiling, before clearing his throat. "Amen to that." He said you could hear the seriousness in his voice. He bites his lips, worried. He didn't know when he'd tell her that he didn't want children. But he had a feeling she wouldn't take kindly to knowing, considering the fact that she always wanted children. The news would definitely cause a gap in whatever this thing between them was, but nonetheless, he knew she had to know. "Can I go to your audition with you?" He asked. "You know, to cheer you on."

Natalie quickly lifted her head up, looking at him shocked. "Y... yes." She said, stuttering. Her brow raised. "Won't you be missing out on training? And the recruiter, I thought you guys were meeting today."

Viktor shrugged. "I'll just train on my off day to make up for it and I'm sure if my recruiter really wants me he'll be open to rescheduling."

"And your dad?" She asked, tensed.

"Will he be mad? Yes." He answered. "But it's nothing I can't deal with." He smiled lightly. "The only things that matter is seeing you audition."

Natalie cracked a smile, loving what had gotten to him. "Okay." She said, staring into his eyes.

"Okay," Viktor responded, smiling back at her.

*

"Viktor, your hands are sweaty," Natalie complained as both of them walked along the cold streets of Donetsk. The sun was out, but you could barely fell it because of how cold it was.

Viktor saw Natalie's body shiver, so he decided to wrap an arm around her body and pull her more to his body to warm her up. He still kept one hand wrapped in hers, not wanting to let go. "Hands are meant to be sweaty Nat." He placed his chin on her head as they continued down their paths. "I told you to put on another jacket, but no. You always know best."

Natalie glared at him. "I'm always right jackass. And hands aren't meant to be sweaty, that's just nasty."

Viktor eyebrows knitted together. "Are you calling me nasty?" He asked, pouting a bit.

Natalie shrugged playfully. "Maybe I am Mr. Drago, maybe I am."

"Well if I'm nasty, then you're..." He thought of a word, as he looked down at their footsteps. "Musty." He finally came up with.

Natalie gasped. "Musty." She shrieked. "I'm not musty, don't try me Viktor." She said, getting mad.

"Calm down Красивая, I'm just joking with ya." Viktor stopped walking, pulling her to do the same. He turned her around, looking down at her short frame. "Stop pouting." He begged. Natalie only crossed her arms together and looked anywhere but him. Viktor bent down to kiss her, but she moved her head. He sighed. "You're being a big baby Nat. Come on Красивая, kiss me."

She shook her head stubbornly. "Nope."

Viktor nodded. "Oh really?" He asked. "Okay." Natalie turned to walk away but Vik quickly took her hand, spinning her around. "You didn't think I'd really let you go that easily did you?" He questioned, but she stayed quiet. "Silent treatment huh? Cool." Without any warning, Viktor lifted her up and placed her on his shoulders, before running around the sidewalk like crazy.

Natalie yelled in surprise. "Let me down, you big ass giant." She said as she hung upside down. She wanted to laugh but didn't want to make it seem obvious. "Now Viktor Drago!" Natalie said, trying to sound serious.

With a sigh, he finally put her down. He stared at her, smirking. "Stop giving me that look, you know you wanna laugh."

Natalie couldn't hold her composure for long. She busted out laughing. "I hate you." She said, jokingly.

Viktor rolled his eyes, pulling her close. "I bet you do." He said bending down to give her a kiss. The kiss was slow, yet soft as their tongue touched, swirling around in each other's mouth. They pulled away after a couple of minutes to catch their breaths. Viktor opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by someone else.

"What the hell is wrong with you мальчик." An older man said, walking up to them. There were three other guys behind him, they seemed somewhat younger than the old man. Viktor quickly pushed Natalie to the back of him as he took his place in front. He watched silently as the old white spoke. "What you're doing is disgusting and your grandparents are rolling in their graves."

Viktor glared at the man. "And why is that?" Viktor asked, getting annoyed.

Natalie felt Viktor tense, so she quickly wrapped her arms around his waist. "Vik, let's go. Please before something bad happens."

"Because she's a черномазый." The old man sneered.

Natalie gasped. She's was use to being called out her name but for some reason this old man calling her the n-word really shocked her. "Let's go, Vik. Now!" She said, pulling him by his arm. Usually, she'd be all riled up, ready to fight but right now was different. She could feel something bad was going to happen if they didn't walk away.

"What the f**k did you just call her?!" Viktor questioned angrily, both his hands closed into fists.

"You fuckin heard him!" One of the brown haired men said, walking closer than needed. "She's a черномазый!" As soon as the word escaped out of the man's mouth, Viktor punched him straight in his jaw. The man stumbled back, holding his jaw. "s**t!" He cursed. "Don't just stand there, beat his ass!" He yelled to the other guys.

Viktor quickly turned to Natalie "Get out of here, go someplace safe."

Before Natalie could even respond or take heat to what was happening, Viktor was tackled to the ground. "Viktor!" She screamed, scarred for him. "Get the f**k off of him!" She yelled sternly. When she noticed that none of the three guys were listening, she walked close to where one was standing and kicked him in the nuts. The man shrieked in pain, letting out a curse. Natalie attacked him with her purse, yelling each time she landed it hit. "You fuckin small d**k!"

Viktor on the other hand, even though he was caught up on beating these two idiots he watched as Natalie handled her own. He smiled slightly, proud of her... and her aim. "Stay the f**k down!" Viktor grumbled, throwing one of the guys against a brick wall.

Just when Viktor was about to punch the other guy, he heard the familiar voice of the old man. "Them over there officers!" Viktor's eyes quickly snapped to where he heard the voice, his eyes wide. The old man pointed at them. "That boy and that animal of a woman attacked my sons."

"What?" Natalie shrieked, dropping her purse. "That's complete utter Фигня."

The officer scoffed. "Ma'am, please step away from the man." He said, surprisingly calm.

The police officer stood on the corner of the sidewalk.

You could tell he was authoritative, just by the way was standing and how his gun hanged idly at his hip. The sunglasses on his face covered his eyes and made it hard to see his other features. "You both are under arrest."

And with those words, Viktor and Natalie wherein a holding cell, thirty minutes later.