Partners are shaken up

The sound of Anton and Maxim bickering with each other fills my ears as we drag ourselves back to the factory.

“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Valentin asks them from a few steps behind me.

“You try dealing with this fucking idiot all day, every fucking day! Stupid motherfucker!” Anton argues.

“Oh, you’re so fucking smart, Anton!” Maxim bitches. “Watch your fucking mouth!”

“I’ve had enough of you!” Anton complains. “I don’t feel like babysitting you anymore, it’s bad enough that we have to be in this shithole!”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Sir.” A voice interrupts. There’s a young man with a scoped rifle waiting outside of our building.

“You two shut up!” Ivan yells back, then approaches him. “Who are you?”

“I’m here to report to you, as a replacement.”

“Replacements!” Ivan cheers. “Where are the rest of you?”

“It’s just me.”

“Just him?” Maxim asks. “He doesn’t even look like he has any hair on his nuts!”

“Don’t mind him.” Ivan consoles the replacement. “What is your first name?”

“First name?” He asks. “Ilya.”

“Well, welcome to you.” Ivan says, and shakes his hand.

“Thanks, I guess.” Ilya responds.

“Not a very welcoming place.” I comment. “Anyways, we’re glad to have you.”

“Okay!” Ivan calls out. “Now that we’re all here, I want to do something!”

“What’s that, sir?” Anton asks, stepping up.

“With Peter gone, and him here, I want to switch partners.” Ivan explains. “First things first, I’m going to split up you and Maxim.”

“Yes!” Anton cheers, and pumps his fist into the air.

“Who’s going to be my new partner?” Maxim asks, repeatedly glancing over at me, and back to Ivan. Everybody steps back, hangs their heads, and tries to be the least noticeable as they possibly can.

“Oleg, Valentin, you will stay together.” Ivan declares. “Ilya, you’re new, so I want you to be with me.”

My heart drops. Nikolai and I look at each other.

“What about me?” Maxim whines.

“Nikolai.”

I see Nikolai mutter “fuck” under his breath, and shake his head.

“You’re going to go with Maxim.” Ivan says. “Anton.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Tatyana will be your new partner. You two seem to get along well. Also, with Peter gone, you’re second in command.”

“What?” Maxim protests. “Him?”

“Yes.”

“Come on!” Maxim whines. “That’s bullshit! I wanted to be with her!”

“I know.” Is all Ivan says before he goes inside.

Anton and Alyona are grinning from ear to ear, and I walk over to them.

“This couldn’t have worked out better.” Anton says.

“Maybe if you found another bottle of vodka.” I joke.

“Yeah, maybe.” He says. “But I got some of those fancy cigarettes off some dead German. That’s almost as good.”

“Let’s go sit down.” Alyona suggests, and urges us to go inside.

The three of us return to our corner, where we sit and discuss the passing of yet another shitty day. Our conversation doesn’t last long, because we are all tired. I turn my body to the wall and try to fall asleep. As usual, sleep does not come to me, and after about fifteen minutes I hear the telltale sounds of shuffling and smooching from behind me.

“Get those off.” I hear Anton grumble, followed by more shuffling. Alyona lets out a moan. They bang into me again. I can’t help but giggle at the sounds of lovemaking.

“What are you laughing about?” Alyona gasps.

I roll over to see Anton on top of her, thrusting into her. I laugh again, watching them screw each other.

“Having fun?” I ask.

“We were!” She jabs from underneath him, stuffed full of his cock.

“Can I watch?” I ask with a snort. “It’s kind of hot.”

Anton laughs.

“No!” Alyona complains, her face flush with embarrassment. “Stop it!” She covers her face.

“You should let me participate next time.” I tease her. “Remember what Anton asked you in the train car?”

“Really?” Anton asks, bewildered, halting his thrusts, his eyes widening. I blush.

“No!” Alyona laughs, throwing her head back. She pushes my shoulder. “Just turn around and go back to sleep, Tatya!”

“Okay.” I say with a laugh. “Have fun.”

Alyona swats my arm and I turn my back to them, snickering.

“Where were we?” Anton asks her lustfully.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” She tells him. “And you, stop laughing!”

Their thrusting picks up again, and I look at the cracks in the wall, listening to them, giggling from time to time, their bodies colliding against me. They go for a long time. I hear Alyona’s ecstatic but muffled moans when she cums. Not long after, I hear Anton finish. The two of them roll off of each other. They sigh, dressing themselves with much shuffling. Alyona snuggles up against my back and we all fall asleep.