The feeling was mutual on the Infested man's side. He'd not felt anything for anyone besides mild annoyance at best and pure loathing at worse for the better part of a decade. Truth be told, he hadn't even been sure he had been capable of caring for someone anymore. But here they were regardless. It had been almost frightening at first since he had been unable to place the emotion he was feeling...then once he had..he hadn't have been sure how the Crusader would respond...thankfully, well and...here they were.
Alexei can't help but smile at how his mother tongue sounds with Reinhardt's incredibly thick accent. It is a complete bastardization but he can't bring himself to care. It is perfect...like music. Reinhardt can call him whatever he pleases. He'll always answer.
"You've been practicing, vozlyublennaya."
He can't help but beam at that.
He smiled at the teasing, an eyebrow raised in a smirk.
"You're right. I can't really blame anyone else if they pick up a few choice phrases, now can I?"
The water was just right. Very hot. Exactly the way he liked it....if he hadn't have torn off a few dying and dead layers of flesh it wouldn't even be unpleasant...but he had and there was nothing to be done about it now...not when everything else was so...perfect.
It is silly, really, in the grand scheme of things...but this little domestic existence he has with Reinhardt and their zerglings...and they really are their zerglings in his eyes....is just the kind of life he had been looking for since leaving the Swarm...even if he did not know it until it practically slapped him in the face.
He loves the feeling of Reinhardt's hands on his wet hair, messing it up, then scrubbing at his scalp with thick, strong fingers. He leans into it with a pleased sigh.
"Your secret is safe with me, Moy Rytsar. I will not tell a soul."
Dead tissue comes off easily-lumps of grey, discolored skin come off without much effort. Some of it isn't quite ready, though, so Stukov's shoulder and arm look a little uneven. There are small sparkling glints of that iridescence that he had mentioned starting to appear.
Alexei's right hand travels up to Reinhardt's face at the mention of his upcoming projects and he cups Reinhardt's cheek.
"I'd love that."
All of it.
The hot tub large enough for all of them...it would make molting so much easier next time...and Reinhardt could manage to sit beside him without resorting to contortions...and a sauna...a dream come true. It was a perfect place for eggs to hatch.
Alexei started a little at the heat pooling between his legs. Now was not the time for that...he was in no condition. He was grateful for the obscene amount of bubbles. He takes a few deep breaths and nods when he's sure he's settled down.
"I look forward to it."
Alexei swallowed and blew at a few stray wet bangs that were coming loose.
"Careful...with all this flattery and promises I know you are good for....you might get me all riled up. This is normally a good thing. But for the next few days it is....maybe not the best time to act on it, Da?"
It isn't.
It really isn't.
Wet carapace can be pressed into drying painfully and awkwardly into other shapes that are not what they are supposed to be, which were ungly and painful until the next molt...which was also more painful because of the unusual shape.
"After that...I....I'm not...opposed to...getting riled up. You...have an amazing effect on me."
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Date: 2018-02-20 02:32 am (UTC)Alexei can't help but smile at how his mother tongue sounds with Reinhardt's incredibly thick accent. It is a complete bastardization but he can't bring himself to care. It is perfect...like music. Reinhardt can call him whatever he pleases. He'll always answer.
"You've been practicing, vozlyublennaya."
He can't help but beam at that.
He smiled at the teasing, an eyebrow raised in a smirk.
"You're right. I can't really blame anyone else if they pick up a few choice phrases, now can I?"
The water was just right. Very hot. Exactly the way he liked it....if he hadn't have torn off a few dying and dead layers of flesh it wouldn't even be unpleasant...but he had and there was nothing to be done about it now...not when everything else was so...perfect.
It is silly, really, in the grand scheme of things...but this little domestic existence he has with Reinhardt and their zerglings...and they really are their zerglings in his eyes....is just the kind of life he had been looking for since leaving the Swarm...even if he did not know it until it practically slapped him in the face.
He loves the feeling of Reinhardt's hands on his wet hair, messing it up, then scrubbing at his scalp with thick, strong fingers. He leans into it with a pleased sigh.
"Your secret is safe with me, Moy Rytsar. I will not tell a soul."
Dead tissue comes off easily-lumps of grey, discolored skin come off without much effort. Some of it isn't quite ready, though, so Stukov's shoulder and arm look a little uneven. There are small sparkling glints of that iridescence that he had mentioned starting to appear.
Alexei's right hand travels up to Reinhardt's face at the mention of his upcoming projects and he cups Reinhardt's cheek.
"I'd love that."
All of it.
The hot tub large enough for all of them...it would make molting so much easier next time...and Reinhardt could manage to sit beside him without resorting to contortions...and a sauna...a dream come true. It was a perfect place for eggs to hatch.
Alexei started a little at the heat pooling between his legs. Now was not the time for that...he was in no condition. He was grateful for the obscene amount of bubbles. He takes a few deep breaths and nods when he's sure he's settled down.
"I look forward to it."
Alexei swallowed and blew at a few stray wet bangs that were coming loose.
"Careful...with all this flattery and promises I know you are good for....you might get me all riled up. This is normally a good thing. But for the next few days it is....maybe not the best time to act on it, Da?"
It isn't.
It really isn't.
Wet carapace can be pressed into drying painfully and awkwardly into other shapes that are not what they are supposed to be, which were ungly and painful until the next molt...which was also more painful because of the unusual shape.
"After that...I....I'm not...opposed to...getting riled up. You...have an amazing effect on me."