Lesson in Betrayal

by Katsura

  “As you wish, Hugo.” Mikhail agreed, not feeling able to do anything else, despite the niggling feeling of doubt that he felt over Hugo’s motives.

  *

  Fergus lifted his mobile phone and hit the screen to select a call to Mikhail. He held the device to his ear until the sweet voice with the Polish accent answered.

  “Mikhail, here.”

  “Well hello…” Fergus tried to sound husky and smiled as he heard Mikhail laugh at the other end.

  “Oh how sultry you sound…” Mikhail said in an amused voice.

  “I am at a loose end and I wondered if I called over to your place and brought some strawberries and cream…would you like to share them with me?” Fergus confidently put on his coat. Mikhail never refused him anything and this was really half the man’s charm.

  “Oh, Fergus.” Mikhail sighed deeply. “I am so sorry but I am just about to go out for the day, perhaps tonight?”

  “Well I am busy tonight.” Fergus lifted his chin, surprised that Mikhail hadn’t just offered to be the serving dish for the treats. “Can’t you just cancel whatever it is?”

  “I am so sorry, Fergus I simply can’t. If you had only called sooner. I really must go.” Mikhail sighed.

  “Cancel whatever it is.” Fergus spoke in a more firm tone. These days his world seemed full of pointless stress and he wanted a break from all that. If anyone imagined the life of the son of a famous gangster to be a glamorous one, they would be sadly mistaken. Callum was never done bending Fergus’s ear over one thing or another these days and sometimes Fergus found himself nostalgic for the quiet confines of a prison cell. He wanted peace but more than that, he wanted to be in the arms of the man he loved and he was not about to give up on this notion so easily.

  “But Fergus, I can’t!” Mikhail sounded disappointed, but really not as much as Fergus felt. “Come by tonight, please? I will have dinner prepared for us—“

  “I am busy tonight.” Fergus interrupted him harshly. “Do enjoy your day.”

  He ended the call and then instantly regretted it. Mikhail didn’t deserve to be treated like that and he stared at the screen again, just about to call Mikhail back when his father’s name appeared above the word, incoming.

  “Dad,” he answered drearily.

  “Fergie! What the fuck is going on? I’m being told that bitch has taken over some of our patch!”

  Fergus rolled his eyes and sat down heavily in his chair as he prepared to hear yet another rant about that fucker MacGregor.

  *

  Mikhail looked quietly out of the car window. He had accepted the invitation of a trip with Hugo but he still had not been enlightened on their destination. Since what had seemed like forever, they passed trees, hills and abandoned landscapes and strangely, it all seemed familiar to him. He could not quite remember from where however. Hugo sat next to him in the driver’s seat. He had been silent for a good while now and Mikhail wasn't sure what to make of the expression on his pale features.

  Mikhail knew that he couldn't trust Hugo, but over the past weeks he tried to help him as much as possible. They went shopping together, had dinner even, while Fergus worked late. All of those things friends did, in the hope that it would distract Hugo from the glass that was usually glued to his lips.

  Of course they weren't friends at all and it might have seemed incomprehensible to others why Mikhail did this. He even questioned himself sometimes.

  When Mikhail had run into Hugo in the street that day, he was terrified and filled with the urge to refuse the unexpected offer of a friendship. But something aside from his need to please had made him accept. Mikhail knew that it had probably been remorse.

  He could never give up seeing Fergus. The desire was far too strong. And it wasn’t just the sex, Fergus himself even realised that what they had was so much more than that. Mikhail started to miss Fergus as soon as he hadn't seen him even for a single day.

  But still, Mikhail could not shake the feeling of guilt that sometimes gnawed at his insides and he thought if maybe he could keep Hugo away from the alcohol, it might help to fix his marriage to Fergus. If Mikhail brought them back a piece of happiness, would this somehow make up for his sins? Fergus was always happy when he and Mikhail were together but there was always such sadness in him when they were about to part. Perhaps if his home life with Hugo, the man he had after all chosen to marry, was a little more stable then this could work? Mikhail could try to justify his affair with Fergus if he could see that in some way it improved Hugo’s life. Many people cited affairs as what had saved their marriage. Maybe this could be one of those occasions where spouse and lover could be silent allies. Never speak of the matter, but learn to coexist?

  The car jerked as they drove along an uneven street and Mikhail slowly started to recognise the place even more. It was the street down to the lockup where he had once spent a winter’s evening with a bunch of crooks as they organised a bank robbery.

  Suddenly, he felt a strange knot in his stomach but Mikhail realised that he couldn't let Hugo know that he had been here before.

  “Where are we going?” He tried to sound as convincing as possible and added a cheerful a lilt to his tone.

  Hugo looked out of the window silently before he turned his head to Mikhail with something on his lips that could have been a smile but sinisterly, it seemed more like a smirk. “Just a little surprise. To thank you for being so nice to me these past weeks.”

  What kind of surprise could Hugo have in the lockup? Mikhail remembered the place as being filthy and with the air of neglect about it. He shifted uncomfortably but forced himself to smile as though in anticipation of something pleasant.

  The car stopped in front of the old warehouse type building and Hugo got out first.

  He waited at the vehicle’s door for Mikhail before walking closely behind him as they headed for the entrance.

  Mikhail felt that the young man was actually walking uncomfortably too close.

  “This is the surprise?” Mikhail asked as they stepped inside.

  Hugo smiled. “Oh no, it is in the cellar.” He unlocked the ancient door that swung open with a loud grating sound to reveal a narrow dark stairway. Mikhail stood beside him. He looked down the dirty steps, which seemed like they hadn’t been used in ages and once more he was filled with a feeling of trepidation.

  Hugo waved his hand under his nose against the dust that had swirled up when the door hit against the wall. Then he placed his fingers on Mikhail’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly way and tilted his head as he spoke.

  “I know it is not the finest place, but this will be your home for a good while.”

  Mikhail's widened his eyes in confusion, but before he could open his mouth, Hugo gave him a surprisingly strong push.

  With an audible gasp, Mikhail stumbled and landed halfway down the stairs. He grasped at the fragile banister in an attempt to get to his feet. There was no time to pull himself up however as Hugo moved swiftly and now stood one step above him.

  Mikhail froze.

  “Oh you slipped. What a shame.”

  Mikhail looked up at him in fear. Even though he was much better built than Hugo, he had never been a fighter so the advantage was a pointless one. Little effort was needed for Hugo to nudge Mikhail with his foot and cause him to tumble down the rest of the stairs. He landed painfully on the ground of the cellar.

  Hugo strutted down in superior fashion, careful to avoid the many gaps in the stairs. He watched the blond man hold his leg, Mikhail’s so well defined features a mask of agony. “You think I’m stupid, don’t you, Mikhail?” Hugo crossed his arms, mindful not to touch the dirty walls while he enjoyed the stains that gathered on Mikhail’s fine coat when he tried to get down on his knees.

  “No,” Mikhail gasped. He shook his head, the curls of his hair now scattered and dusty, “I don’t think you are stupid, Hugo.”

  Hugo narrowed his eyes. He resisted the urge to spit in Mikhail’s face. He wouldn’t stoop to that
, well at least not yet. “I am so sick of your mock friendliness.” Hugo’s voice was a hiss and Mikhail visibly twitched as Hugo took a step forward. Mikhail was obviously in pain from some injury to his leg and this forced him to sink helplessly further to the ground.

  “Hugo…please…I was never mocking you…I…why are you doing this to me?”

  Before he could continue Hugo grabbed him by the hair and he let out a whimper. They were now eye level and he glared at Mikhail with hatred.

  “Do you think I don’t know what is going on?” He stared into Mikhail’s face and watched how Mikhail’s lips trembled in fear. Of course he knew exactly what was going on but he wanted the slut to admit it. He wanted to see the guilt and humiliation on his features before he would claw on Mikhail’s skin so that no one would want to look at his face ever again.

  Hugo loosened his grip on Mikhail’s hair and let him drop on the ground again.

  “But of course you won’t tell me. You are too proud, Mikhail. Too vain to admit what a dirty whore you are.”

  He crouched next to Mikhail and caught the blond man’s chin with his hand while he dug the long nail of his thumb painfully into his cheek. “You know…I thought from the beginning that you looked like a trashy little slag.” He brought his face close to Mikhail’s and slid the finger of his other hand slowly down his jawline while he examined his face. He searched in vain for something that his darling husband would find attractive within those cheap looks. "You do like it when he takes you hard, don't you?”

  Mikhail swallowed and colour began rise in his cheeks. He looked terrified and Hugo grinned as he relished in his distress. “You like spreading those streaked tanned legs of yours eagerly when he fucks you until you tear…” Hugo brought his mouth closer to Mikhail’s ear and he whispered almost lasciviously, “just to ram it into you again until you can’t take it anymore, screaming and squirming?"

  Hugo watched Mikhail closely. He gloried in the sight of Mikhail’s trembling lips, his uncomfortable expression mixed with that of fear. “He does that to me too, you know and to who knows how many others.”

  “I…I don't know what you are talking about, Hugo.” Mikhail whispered.

  What a lie.

  “I am sure you do.” Hugo patted Mikhail’s cheek pleased at the red mark that his fingernail had left on Mikhail’s perfect skin. At least now Hugo was not the only one to carry a mark of violence and he unconsciously pulled at his hair to let it cover the bruise left by Fergus’s recent unwarranted outburst.

  “I will let you think about this now. Let’s see how long you will cope here before you blab and tell me all about what you really get up to with my husband.” Hugo reached close to Mikhail and laughed softly as the man recoiled. He wasn’t going to hurt him further at the moment; he just patted Mikhail gently on the cheek again, got to his feet and walked upstairs, leaving Mikhail in complete darkness as he closed and locked the door.

  *

  Few things annoyed Judas more than dishonesty. Although he would gladly shaft mostly anyone or turn his hand to any bit of crookery to make a dishonest buck, the term “honour amongst thieves” was sacred to him and he would never steal from one of his own. His own now amounted to two people.

  Vinny and Ewan.

  The Campbells and their mob had turned out to be just the kind of crooks that Judas despised. Ones that were liable to turn on you at any moment and so therefore couldn’t be trusted. And by Campbells, he meant anyone who remained loyal to Fergus and his gangland boss father, Big Callum.

  Trust was crucial in the relationship between gangsters. Without it you were just a bunch of shifty hoodlums eager for an opportune moment to screw each other over.

  And speaking of screwing each other over, the missing bag had somehow gone astray on Fergus’s watch; Judas was positive about this. Ewan couldn’t have taken it or he would never have brought up the fact that it was missing in the first place and Vinny could equally be ruled out as firstly, if he had taken it he wouldn’t have agreed with Ewan that there were six bags and secondly, he was Vinny. If you couldn’t trust Vinny you couldn’t trust anyone.

  He leaned his head back and pondered on these things as Gabrys, the regular courtesan that he used at Mikhail’s brothel, sank between his thighs and started to slip his fingers up and down the smooth, swollen shaft of his cock.

  “You are troubled, Mr MacGregor? You seem pensive.” Gabrys looked up into Judas’s face as he continued the delicate movements of his fingers and Judas reached down to stroke Gabrys’s cheek.

  “You can tell all that from my dick? This is something new you are offering? Like palmistry only different? Although,” Judas grinned and Gabrys laughed softly, gently kneading Judas’s balls, “You are very good with your palm there…”

  “You just seem less talkative than usual.” Gabrys bowed his head and let his tongue glide along the tip of Judas’s cock and Judas groaned. His hand moved to draw Gabrys closer as he now ached to be engulfed within that pretty pouting mouth.

  “I just got things on my mind.”

  Gabrys gave great head as he had a pierced tongue and could have a man close to frenzy in a matter of moments. This was all that was on offer today as time seemed to be short for the beautiful and talented Gabrys but it was no great disappointment as it was pretty damn satisfying and cheaper than full sex. Not that money was an issue these days. He was doing quite well as he muscled in on all of the territory that he had formerly worked for the Campbells, the ill-gotten gains now going straight into his own pocket.

  Judas sometimes found it unfair that he paid so much to fuck Gabrys when the young man always got off too and in this matter, he thought there could be room for an amount of sexual equality. A blow job should technically be more expensive as the courtesan got much less satisfaction and no happy ending, much as Judas considered it naturally a pleasure for anyone to service him. Full sex would then be less as it was a mutual thing. Both parties got their jollies as it were.

  Surprised by this sudden clarity at the inequality in matters of the cock, Judas was about to share his revelation with Gabrys but the thoughts fell from his head as quickly as a starving whore to her knees when he felt the little stud flutter at the base of his glans. Gabrys had opened his mouth and let Judas slip over his lips. He then firmed them around Judas’s cock again and moaned a sweet vibration that travelled deliciously to the very heart of Judas’s balls, then moved to circle his prostate like an invisible tongue.

  “Fucking hell, Gabrys,” Judas sighed blissfully, “you hungry or what? You gonna get me off in a minute!”

  Gabrys’s dark eyes looked up at him with a hint of mischief and Judas let out a long slow hiss from between his teeth. Gabrys began to work his fingers as steadily on him as the stud did. His lips looked so red and wet and with growing arousal and fascination, Judas watched a little drip of saliva trail down the young man’s chin. He imagined it to be the impatient pre cum that surely flowed from him. It flooded every inch of the sweet mouth with its bitter flavour until it leaked out to drop silently down Gabrys’s smooth chest. Judas let his thumb trace Gabrys’s wet jawline and he revelled in the viscous nature of the fluid there, an apparent confirmation of the liquid’s source.

  Suddenly Gabrys lowered his head more and Judas stared at the black waves of his hair. His breath came in short anticipant gasps as the fluttering of the stud now alighted just at the base of his shaft. Gabrys’s throat muscles, as skilled as those of his ass at clenching firmly around an impatient cock, did so to perfection.

  “Holy mother of…and all the fucking saints…” Judas braced his feet against the carpet and his thighs tensed in his attempt at holding back the flood of cum that was desperate to shoot straight down into Gabrys’s stomach. Judas came here to come, but always resisted it in the final moments. Gabrys, being quite the expert, clearly sensed the protest and played his trump card. The thing that always got Judas off. Gabrys moaned loudly, as though to have Judas so near the brink and so deeply embed
ded in his mouth, was the greatest feeling in the world. Judas thought of his emissions to be like fine wine and every person on the planet an alcoholic.

  That was all that was needed. He reached out to tangle his fingers in Gabrys’s hair.

  Judas held the young man’s head steady as he shot a load of his hot release straight down his waiting throat, all chance to spit it out gone. But Gabrys made a pointless pretence of swallowing anyway and Judas knew that he did that just to please his favourite client further.

  Gabrys was a great and satisfying little fuck.

  “God.” Judas stared downwards again. Gabrys parted from him and wiped a hand across his swollen lips. “You were in a hurry?”

  “Oh, no.” Gabrys lit a cigarette and passed it to Judas. Another one of the beauties of being entertained at Mikhail’s. The courtesans remembered everything that you liked and Judas always craved a fag after sex. “Well, it’s just I have an exam tomorrow so I have to study.”

  “Ah.” Judas took a deep draw on the cigarette. He let it rest between his lips as he lay back on the bed that he sat on the edge of, and he tucked his still partially erect cock back in his pants. He did up his flies as Gabrys leaned forward and obligingly fastened his belt for him.

  “It’s why I was only doing quickies today.” Gabrys took a tissue and wiped his mouth. “Not that you are usually quick.”

  Judas regarded the young man with amusement when he managed to muster his strength enough to get up from the bed. Orgasm usually wiped him out and a sleep would have been nice. Sleep had been elusive these weeks.

  He playfully grabbed Gabrys and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Even though Gabrys had just cleaned himself, Judas could still taste the fresh semen from Gabrys’s mouth and he felt his tiredness replaced by the stirrings of a new erection. This resurgence of desire was so unfair. Judas would have liked to have fucked the raven haired beauty as a thank you but of course, this was not an option. Gabrys always went off like a rocket. Noisy and with a bucket load of cum. He looked so beautiful when the flushed skin of his chest was soaked, and sometimes Judas would lick it off his pierced little nipples and make him writhe in pleasure.