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Hey, I'll just leave it here

Until next time

Fandom: Stalker. (Those who don't know may not pay much attention to this, it's not that important)

Warnings: Binding, torture, kidnapping.

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Roman wanted to think through the plan to the smallest detail, but his plan didn't include kidnapping and such unexpected turns of events.

(The fanfiction was originally written in a different language, so, sorry for the poor translation. Also, this is my first and only fan fiction, so don't judge me too harshly pls, i'm sensitive)

Evening. Agroprom. On the radio, sometimes only statics were heard instead of a voice. A dozen people with good equipment moved out of the place and headed straight for the enemy. It was risky and extremely dangerous, but an order is an order.

"Attention, get ready. The Base of the Dolg is right in front of our eyes. We continue to walk, but in no case do not make noise and do not give yourself away. Shoot at my command. That's it, let's go..."

In front of everyone was the commander - Roman Akirov, nicknamed "Genie" and issued orders. A man who is steadfast in spirit and character, performing the duties of a leader.

Standing behind the stones, in a comfortable position and waiting for everyone else, he pressed the button of the radio. In the radios of the others, a quiet voice sounded:

"Fire."

Four at the post immediately lay on the ground dead, and unwanted guests began to run to the sounds of shots.

"Fire when ready!" "The command sounded firm and immediate.

The shooting range began. Bullets whistled overhead, and soldiers' heart was pounding so wildly that it seemed to fly out of their chest.

Roman made his way closer to the enemies, walking along the fence, and when the shooting subsided for a second, he sneaked into the territory. Having killed two more people, he turned the corner of the building and didn't notice at all how someone was following him, very close. Swinging the butt, this someone hit Genie hard enough on the head and he fell unconscious, not even being able to understand what had happened.

Waking up somewhere where there was no light, Roma slowly, almost with difficulty, opened his eyes and realized that he was sitting and couldn't move at all. His hands are tightly tied to the arms of the chair, he cannot move his legs either. Clearly, he was captured - this is something that he did not plan in any way. His head was buzzing, and he couldn't see anything. It was not visible until the light was turned on.

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and from such a bright light, which for some reason shone directly into his face, his head began to hurt even more, as if splitting into pieces.

"Hehe, look, he doesn't even have blood, how did you hit him so that he remained intact?"

From behind the flashlight appeared the grinning face of some stalker, resembling a bandit in appearance and manner of speech. And from the back of the room came a more bass voice, only no one was visible in the pitch darkness.

"You'll learn, but for now," the voice began to get closer, "I think we should find out what it was an hour ago."

A very tall man, two meters tall, appeared from the darkness, in good, almost new equipment and a suit, not at all like Dolg's, but black, completely black. Only the Dolg's patch was a distinctive sign. He began to speak again.

"Well, let's see. Ah.." - In the hands of that man, Roma recognized his PDA - "Roman Genie, 35 years old, Svoboda group, master rank, very interesting..." - the voice spoke with perceptible sarcasm, as if he had known this for a long time, and then feigned surprise - "Oh, so you are the leader of this gang that ran into us today? That's our luck. And yet, you remind me of someone."

Genie didn't raise his head, deep down he was preparing himself that this was his last day, just in case.

"Are you going to talk, or I should hit you again, but harder?" - Another man standing in front of him shouted threateningly. It was only obvious that he was still young, but he had already get many small scars.

"Hush, Pavlin, hush, at this rate he really won't tell us anything. And if so, then I will help him to be a little more honest with us and with himself." - The tall man bent down a little and grinned weakly but slyly, looking Roman straight in the eyes, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Pavlin?" - The bass voice of the young guy called out.

"Yes-s?" - He replied with feigned politeness.

"Go out for 5 minutes."

"Eh? Can you really manage it that quickly?" - The guy asked in bewilderment, looking at the elder in puzzlement.

Silence followed in response, and the younger one immediately obediently left the room, understanding the hint.

"Well, well, we're alone. And the atmosphere become a little nicer, right?" - Dolg's soldier began, - "You're lucky – there will be no pain, no death, although I still have doubts about death.."

Roma began to panic a little in his heart. In fact, he didn't show it in any way, only looked at the black silhouette, trying to examine the face.

"Tell me, Roman, where are most of your people? Because we can't figure you out... Or are you moving?"

Akirov was silent and, apparently, didn't intend to speak. Of course, only a coward or a traitor could turn in his own people so easily.

"You're not very talkative, are you? Well, don't worry, we can fix it." - The man said with a slight smugness in his voice.

It should be noted that Genie wasn't wearing any protective suit or exoskeleton, it was removed. In other words, he wore nothing but a black turtleneck and blue army pants.

The black silhouette seemed to be waiting for Roma to refuse to talk in order to have fun longer. At least, this impression was clearly present. The man walked around the chair on which Akirov was sitting, slowly. Then, as if by accident, he reached out his hand and poked Roman in the side several times.

Genie made a strangled sound of surprise, like a sharp breath, and at the same time twitched reflexively.

This reaction seemed to satisfy the kidnapper, whose eyes narrowed in amusement.

"What's wrong?" - He asked with feigned innocence in his voice, - "You look a little nervous."

At the same time, he leaned a little over the chair and his other hand joined, not allowing Akirov to answer and still poking several times on his other side. It no longer seemed like an accidental and innocent touch, because it really caused a reaction in the prisoner. The Svoboda member twitched just as sharply, unable to do anything.

"Hey, why are you going to play games? Very adult." - Roma replied a little irritated, trying to look back.

"I've got plenty of time, and you're not in a hurry too, as I see." - The voice behind him replied casually.

"Stop your games and behave like-"

Unfortunately, Akirov couldn't finish what he wanted, because at that moment the Dolg soldier's hands suddenly began to poke and squeeze Roma's sides even more intensely and continuously, as if trying to find something. The reaction of the latter was not long in coming, as Roma immediately flinched and tried to bend down in order to protect himself, but, unfortunately for him, he was tied. Akirov didn't give up, trying not to make sounds and endure these annoying touches, tilting his head down. He trembled slightly from the suppressed reaction, but still endured. Dolg's soldier restrained a grin at the sight of such a good, rather strong reaction.

"I still don't understand why you're so tense. Relax." - A voice from behind said and in this tone one could clearly hear mockery and a satisfied grin.

At the same time, the long fingers began to move even faster, moving a little higher, to the ribs, digging between them with excruciating precision.

Akirov couldn't help himself any longer, his body was treacherously sensitive. A ringing, involuntary laugh finally escaped from his chest, and his shoulders shook from this continuous stream. The body seemed to twitch on its own and practically squirm on the chair, but in vain. His eyes were shut, his head was tilted to his chest and his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, helplessness, and humiliation. His abdominal muscles tensed with laughter and trying to escape the hands of his captor, who in turn was extremely pleased.

"Oh, it's high time." - The man behind said teasingly, clearly amused by what was happening.

The tormentor's fingers were now dancing all over the guy's torso, squeezing his sides, counting his ribs and moving to different spots to prevent his body from getting used to sensations.

Dolg's soldier teased, throwing sharp, mocking comments, adding fuel to the fire and making the torture even more excruciating, if rather childish.

And Roma, in turn, could only laugh incessantly, unable to do anything and gasped for air, which was only enough for another fit of laughter.

"Allright, that's enough! Wait!" - Akirov stammered slightly through laughter and rare gasps for air.

"Why should I? I'm having fun." - Another man answered, shrugging his shoulders and again pretending to be innocent.

With that, the stranger's fingers suddenly dug into his upper ribs, moving to the area under his arms and tickling with even more enthusiasm. This made Roma jerk violently and let out a high-pitched, almost girly squeak, and after that, his laughter became silent for a second at how intense it was. The sound returned immediately after he inhaled air into his lungs and laughed hysterically again, gasping for air and almost hiccuping. This reaction caused a quiet laugh from the kidnapper.

"I can't believe it. Are you sure you're a soldier?" - The man in the black uniform said mockingly.

The Svoboda member couldn't answer, or rather, didn't even try. Over time, his desperate laughter took on a slightly whiny tone, and sharp gasps became more frequent, indicating that the guy was clearly exhausted.

"St-Stop.." - Akirov was able to say whiningly.

"That's it? What a pitiful sight, look at you, commander. And what would your subordinates say if they looked at you?"

Reluctantly, the tall man finally removed his hands and stood back. The sight in front of him couldn't be missed. Akirov was breathing heavily and quickly, his head lowered to his chest from fatigue, embarrassment and humiliation. It was impossible to believe, but this seemingly persistent and calm man was able to turn into this in just several minutes.

"Speak, Roma, speak. Better do it now." - The man said in a jokingly condescending tone. There was an amused smirk in his voice.

Genie slowly raised his head, his gaze was tired, his face reddened, and his breathing still not fully returned to normal. He spoke reluctantly.

"In the Army Depots.." - He answered briefly, inwardly cursing himself for showing weakness.

"Can you tell me the coordinates?" Dolg's soldier asked immediately after that, not wanting to accept "no" as an answer.

And in response there was silence, accompanied by a disgruntled scoff.

"You'll have to tell me everything anyway, Roma, well?" - The man pushed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Screw you." - A low murmur was heard from the prisoner looking down.

The man in the black suit raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this. He was not surprised, understanding that Akirov didn't want to give up and give out information.

"You're not in a position to say such a thing now, remember?" - The man sighed disapprovingly, but this didn't stop the Svoboda member.

"Fuck you! You're a coward, you can't even show your face!" - Roman snapped, raising his face with an frustrated expression on it.

"Oh?"

The man was silent for a while after that, thinking about something. Then, slowly, his hands reached for the hood and at one point he leaned back on the shoulders of a pale man with many scars on his face. One of these passed right through the left eye and was the most noticeable. His hair was medium, light brown, with straight strands almost covering his eyes. And the eyes with a narrow squint were gray, but in the darkness for some reason it seemed as if they were glowing. Or these are already Roman's glitches. The kidnapper was silent for a while, looking at the prisoner tied to a chair, and then spoke. His tone was the same as before, surprisingly calm.

"Now did you see me? Tell me, what has changed from this? I wear this hood just for fun." - He said, but there was no smile on his face. His face seemed to express indifference. - "Listen, either you start talking, or I'll have to- What? Why are you.."

Dolg's soldier looked at Roma with a furrowed eyebrow when he saw that he lowered his head to his chest again, obviously laughing quietly, judging by the slight trembling of his shoulders.

"And now what's so funny? Wasn't it enough for you?" - The man asked, already with a slight irritation in his voice.

"Wait, wait, I'm sorry.." - Roma answered, trying to calm down a little. - "How didn't you recognize me? Four-eyes?"

As soon as these words sounded from Akirov's lips, he froze in place, his eyes rounded with an expression of nothing else than shock on his face. This nickname sounded even more familiar. This cannot be. There simply cannot be such coincidences. They do not exist, right?..

The man in the black uniform was silent for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts into one.

"You... Who are you?" - The Stranger hesitantly decided to clarify, just in case.

"Of course, I can understand everything, I gained a little, my bad. But I couldn't have changed so much. Yes, it's me! Roma Zakharenko! Come on, Eugene!"

Roman became much more animated in conversation as soon as he saw the kidnapper's face. He now had a wide smile on his face, and his eyes almost sparkled as he desperately tried to get Eugene back his memories.

It's almost immediately dawned on him, his shock became even greater, and the realization pierced his head.

"No.." - He said quietly and stunned. His gaze almost went out of focus as he was mired in countless memories.

"Yes, yes, take a closer look!" - Roma teased him cheerfully. - "You should have seen yourself!"

The pale man groaned in realization, covering his face with his hands.

"Good God, you're a moron! What the hell??" - He said, now looking much less intimidating. His words were slightly muffled by his palms.

Genie didn't stop laughing, this was too comical a situation of their meeting, after so many years, and his friend's face at that moment was just priceless. Everything turned out to be much easier than they both thought. After all these nine years spent in school, these two could recognize each other anywhere, even in the Zone and even if one of them changed his last name.

"Dolg? For real? And you're calling me a moron? Untie me!" - Genie said with a slight chuckle, his mood suddenly changed after such an unexpected discovery

Eugene was still standing in the position in which he was, and then spoke thoughtfully.

"Do you remember how in the eighth grade you hide my backpack and didn't give it back? And I kept wondering where he had gone.. Or when we went to the canteen and you always tripped me up?" - His face was slightly annoyed, but it was rather playful given the developments.

The Svoboda member blinked a couple of times, his smile slightly diminished.

"What.. What are you talking about? Hey untie me, be a good person, will you?" - Despite the pleasant meeting, his voice sounded a little nervous.

"Look, Roma." - Eugene began, - "We're virtually still enemies, aren't we?"

The smile from Roma's face almost disappeared at this moment, he hurried to interrupt his former classmate before it was too late.

"Hey, hey, don't scare me like that, Four-eyes, do you hear?" - He said warily, looking up at his old friend.

"Don't call me that, I haven't worn glasses for a long time. But you were a "cockroach", and you remained."

"Nobody called me that, well, there were a couple of times and that's it!" - Roman protested, huffing.

"Don't lie, you know what happened. I'm not done with you yet and see you've already caught your breath." - Eugene said, restraining himself from smiling.

Akirov's eyes widened slightly and his body involuntarily tensed at this rather subtle hint.

"Just try it, I'm serious, Four-eyes, just try!" - Roman said warningly, fidgeting in his chair and trying to free himself.

At the sight of Roma, his classmate, so defenseless, tied up, the grin played on the lips of the tall man again.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go when I've tortured every detail out of you. First admit that you were in love with Masha back then." - He said, leaning forward a little.

"Not in your life! Don't be an asshole, untie me already!" - The Genie rebelled, clearly annoyed by his friend's insistence.

Eugene sighed and shook his head slightly, as if disappointed.

"All over again, huh? Well, let's go." - He said with an amused squint, reaching out his hands to Akirov's sides.

"No! Wait!" - That was all that the Svoboda member had time to say before his words were cut off by a new wave of stifled chuckles, which soon turned into uncontrollable laughter.

Meanwhile, Pavlin, standing outside the door, although he didn't hear everything, it was impossible not to hear this loud laughter. Of course, he knew what was happening, and although more than ten minutes had passed, he didn't dare to intervene, patiently waiting for the end of this excruciating, cruel and completely inhuman torture.

#i don't know how to write fan fiction sorry #i'm scared #just hope it's not too bad #fanfic #tickling #tickle fic #my fic

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