Lesson in Betrayal

by Katsura

  Fergus had just rolled off him and appeared to fall instantly asleep. Normally Fergus would get out of bed after sex, go to his own room or sometimes even go have a shower, which made Hugo furious. But no, he had just moved to lie on his side, the breaths that had been a few moments ago, fast and feral now calm.

  Hugo gazed up at the canopy of the bed and hugged his arms against his thin frame. Everything was perfect. It was always this way when Mikhail was out of the picture and really, he would never return this time. With no one to feed him or free him, the blond whore would die, bathed in his own filth.

  Oh it was such a fitting end.

  Hugo had Fergus all to himself again just like it should be and this time, he would keep him. No one would ever get close enough again as Hugo would never be foolish enough to let his guard down.

  He smiled and stroked his hand down Fergus’s spine, able to see the marks his own nails had left on the man’s skin, clearly in the moonlight. Fergus was beautiful. Selfish, but beautiful. He belonged to Hugo and that was how it was going to stay.

  Somehow Hugo had to make sure the lock-up was destroyed.

  It was the only way.

  The whole place needed to be engulfed in an inferno. No evidence could ever be found.

  He spooned against Fergus’s back and smiled.

  He would think about that tomorrow.

  Softly, he kissed Fergus’s shoulder then he slipped into a satisfied sleep.

  *

  “You are branching out into aftershave?” Judas opened the box of scent that Vinny had just handed him. Normally fakes were instantly recognisable as such but everything about this was perfect, from the cellophane outer wrapper to the inner cardboard that held the box in shape. Judas, who knew that he always wore too much fragrance, sprayed some on and sniffed his wrist. “Vinny, you got to tell me who supplies you. This stuff is top notch.”

  “You like it?” Vinny leaned closer apparently to catch some of the musky aroma and Judas, who had now rubbed his wrist against his neck, angled his head to allow Vinny to inhale the scent.

  “Of course I do,” Judas could feel the tickle of Vinny’s breath on his skin. “This one’s my favourite and seriously, I’d never be able to tell it apart from the genuine.”

  “Well that’s good because I hoped you’d actually use it, you know?” Vinny was clearly on to a good thing with whoever supplied him but Judas noticed that he didn’t look very successful. He still wore the same things that he always did. Slightly dog-eared and even a little shabby. Judas had given Vinny the trainers he had on his feet shortly after Vinny was released from prison. Now they were fake Nike, and not so good that anyone with an ounce of savvy couldn’t tell that straight away. Not only would Vinny probably have access to much better than that now, but with what he would make from the sales of his own knock offs, he surely would be able to buy the real stuff for himself. Judas never liked fakes. He liked the money he made from the ones he distributed but he only ever wore the best of everything. The reason he still sported the chain Vinny had given him previously was really because of how touched he was that Vinny thought to give it to him. Of course it didn’t hurt that the thing looked flash as hell.

  “So you won’t tell me?” Judas laughed.

  Vinny shook his head, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Nope. I told you. This is my business and I’ll keep you sweet.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Judas sprayed on more of the aftershave. “Well most people give me a cut. They’re free to do what they want, sell to whoever. As long as I get my share.”

  Vinny’s eyes widened. “Sure, Jude. That really is fine with me. What’s your cut?”

  He pulled out his wallet and Judas laughed.

  “Fucking hell, I was joking!” He grinned and patted Vinny’s arm gently. “You know I’ve noticed that you try to give your money away like it’s fucking cursed or something.”

  Vinny put his wallet away, his head nodding slowly. “Well I told you before. For me, it really does seem like that.”

  Judas smiled. “The money you make from your stuff. That’s your hard work. Why do you think it’s cursed? Your supplier gets money, your customer gets what they want. You get a little bit for your trouble.” He watched Vinny’s face closely. “You’re a strange one sometimes. Fuck sake there is people like the Campbells flooding the streets with coke and smack. Folk get seriously shafted in that business. You know that, Vinny.” Vinny had been a drug addict when Judas first met him so if anyone knew how these things ruined a person’s life, Vinny did. “But you think Big Callum and Fergie lose any sleep over it? Only loser in your game is Customs and Excise. And no one gives a fuck about them twats.”

  “Yeah.” Vinny wandered over to the window and looked outside. “We never got to speak to Mikhail at the brothel. He is away. Sorry about that, Jude. But we did try.”

  “Ewan told me.” Judas sighed. Something about Vinny’s sudden shift in mood concerned him. This was not the only time in recent weeks he had noticed that about him. “He told me you spoke to Cain?”

  “Yeah…” Vinny nodded and an awkward smile slipped over his lips. Judas stood up and approached him. He stood directly in front of him and looked into his green eyes. The pupils could sometimes be a dead giveaway but Vinny’s looked fine. For the moment.

  “Vinny.” Judas steeled himself. There was no easy way to say this. “Cain. I don’t know much about him other than, he seems like a fucking hood to me.”

  Vinny’s brow creased. “Well…we all are…aren’t we?” He tilted his head to the side.

  “Does he deal dope?” Judas pursed his lips.

  “Dope?” Vinny looked confused.

  “Yeah, you know what I mean.” Judas sighed deeply. “Look Vinny, it’s just, well you must be making good money, right? But look at you. No offence but…well your appearance isn’t exactly—“

  Vinny held out his hand. “Hold on, Jude. Let me get this straight.” He had a look on his face that Judas had never seen before, well not being used against himself. It looked like anger. “You think I went to Cain for drugs? You’re telling me I look like a fucking junkie now?”

  Judas stared at him. The young man’s hurt was so obvious and Judas wished that he’d kept his mouth shut.

  “I don’t believe you.” Vinny shook his head and he walked off towards the door in rage. “You of all people. For fuck sake, Jude!”

  “Vinny!” Judas called after him but the door slammed and probably drowned out his voice anyway.

  *

  When Fergus woke up, as usual the first thing that came into his head was the feeling of loss over Mikhail. This had become a normal wake up ritual. What was not so typical was the headache. Aside from getting far too drunk he also vaguely remembered Hugo had been with him in the bed and he rolled on to his back and looked to the side.

  He was alone.

  At least that was something.

  Did they fuck last night? They must have, he supposed and he rubbed his face to try to shake of the groggy feeling that he had.

  The window was open and a soft breeze blew the net curtain that sent it to ripple gently. Fergus hated net curtains. Old people had them as a courtesy to the rest of the world so that their wrinkly bodies couldn’t be seen as they changed, or God forbid, had sex.

  Fergus had a great body and rarely had sex in this room so he made a mental note to get rid of them as soon as possible. If he was going to be home more from now on, the place was going to have to reflect his tastes more. So that meant no more gothic shit and far less drapery.

  Suddenly he heard the sound of a car engine start and he threw off the covers and rushed over to look down at the gravel driveway.

  Hugo, who was actually banned from driving and not just by Fergus, was at the wheel of his car, his mutt of a dog perched up at the back window.

  “Oi!” Fergus yelled at the top of his voice. His breath appeared as a great cloud of white vapour as the cold crept over his bare chest. There was a light frosty feel to the air and
Fergus felt a sudden and inexplicable hatred for the village in which they lived. Still summer and the ground was already white.

  Hugo noticed him and wound down the glass on the door at his side. He poked his head out and stared up. “What is it, darling?” He smiled, “I’m just off the shops for some things. You’ll catch a cold!”

  “Get your fucking ass back in the house!” Fergus yelled down at him. “What did I tell you last night? Get the fuck in here. And seriously, that car is going to the fucking scrap heap.”

  “No!” Hugo looked aghast. “Oh please, darling, I just wanted to surprise you. I was going to buy breakfast.”

  Fergus gestured at him with his fist. “In. Now.”

  Hugo pursed his lips as he handed Fergus the car keys and a list of items that he was to pick up at the supermarket. He’d really had no intention of going to the shops this morning so had to make up a few things in order not arouse Fergus’s suspicions.

  “Can’t I come with you?” Hugo reached out and fixed Fergus’s tie for him. Fergus looked so handsome, just like he normally did. His hair was neat and with a healthy look to it, the perfect stubble was as always, perfect. Hugo felt a thrill at the thought of being seen out with him. People would fall over with envy. Fergus was the kind of man that women swooned over, Hugo imagined. Well they could swoon away. This gorgeous hunk of muscle in a suit belonged to Hugo.

  Just like two lovers from a romantic movie, they would shop together. They’d buy wine and bread. Laugh sweetly at humorously shaped fruit and vegetables. Pick up some little snacks for the dog without a name.

  Hugo’s eyelashes fluttered but Fergus didn’t seem enchanted by them or the notion of them both going out.

  “No.” Fergus pulled on his jacket. “I’ve stuff to do but I’ll still pick up your crap for you.”

  Hugo frowned then leaned up to kiss Fergus on the cheek, as he masked his disappointment. “Okay, darling. But please don’t be late home?”

  “I won’t be home until after midnight. I’ve to meet my dad about something.”

  Fergus walked to the door. “And if you go out, I’ll skin your dog alive. Understand?”

  Hugo nodded slowly and couldn’t help but frown again. Before he could even say goodbye, Fergus was gone so Hugo walked slowly into the sitting room. He watched from the window as Fergus drove away in Hugo’s precious little runabout. The car issued a defiant splutter, along with some bluish smoke from the exhaust, as it exited the driveway. Horribly, Hugo knew that the threat Fergus had made to take it to the dump, was not an idle one. There would be no way he could get to the lock-up now. He could hardly ask Fergus to drive him there and there really was no one else who could be trusted not to say they had taken him.

  Then Hugo allowed himself a small smile.

  There was indeed someone who could be trusted because if he told, he would end up with his balls in a sling.

  Judas lifted his phone.

  He didn’t recognise the number on the screen so he decided to be cautious when he answered. You could never be too careful. It could be any number of cuckold husbands, lovers or fiancés. Maybe even some girl he had wronged or God forbid, the Child Support Agency.

  He put on a very formal tone of voice. “Who is calling, please?”

  Someone giggled at the other end of the line. “Why, me of course.”

  “Me?” Judas couldn’t really place who the caller was at all. He wasn’t even sure if it was male or female. “And just who exactly is me?”

  “Shall I give you a clue?” The voice purred.

  “Go on then.” Judas smiled.

  “I think you are very, very hot…” Another little giggle.

  “Well, yeah, you’re in luck there. I actually am.” Judas grinned. He was pretty sure now that it was a male despite the girlish laugh. “You sound pretty hot yourself.”

  “Well I am talking to a sexy man. Why wouldn’t that make me…hot?” Whoever it was sounded flirtatious and like they were doing their best to arouse him. Judas had never tried phone sex before so he sat back in his seat and slid down his zip.

  “Well, I once told you that you tasted like the cream on a very, very delicious trifle…” The stranger continued.

  “Oh, did you, now.” Judas gently stroked his thumb and forefinger over the hardening shaft of his cock. He spread his legs more and freed his erection, a lustful expression on his face. “I’ve no doubt that is true. Listen, if this is an obscene phone call, knock yourself out, baby. Nothing shocks me but I’d love you to have a go.”

  He began to work his fingers steadily up and down his hot skin as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

  “Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” The person sounded amused and decidedly game for it and Judas nodded, although he knew that they couldn’t see him.

  “Oh yeah, baby, I really do. And I tell you what, if you are trying to sell me something I’ll buy ten if you can get me off within the next…” He opened his eyes and looked at his watch as it slid up and down with the pumping of his cock, “within the next couple of minutes.”

  “Oh you were quicker before…” Once more the voice giggled into his ear. “But we did it a few times to make up for it.”

  “Yeah I am generous to a fault. Now come on, baby. I’m doing all the work here.

  Give me some smut.” Judas’s mind began to flit from one erotic image to another as was usual during his frequent bouts of masturbation. The girl at the court with the big breasts only this time her blouse was open to reveal them fully. She was smoothing her fingers over her overly large nipples which hardened to fairly lethal, and unrealistic looking, points. The scene changed. Gabrys, his chest coated in cum was spreading his legs for him, holding himself open eagerly and raising his hips to offer the sight of his tight and delicious little hole. Now it was the elusive Sacha, on all fours, glancing back at him with an expression of lust as he mouthed the silent words, “Fuck me, hard.”

  Suddenly, Sacha became the sportingly attired boyfriend of the court girl but Judas quickly pushed that thought away.

  “Mmm, smut?” The voice spoke again, “Okay, how about this. Don’t you remember, I got on my knees and took your dick in my mouth? I sucked you nice and you said I was so clever. Does that not ring any bells?”

  Maybe he was wrong but Judas thought he could detect a tone of petulance there, but he dismissed this as his cock began to swell more between his fingers.

  “Not really,” he growled and moved his wrist faster. Phone sex was really not as exciting as Judas had been led to believe. This was just turning into a normal wank with the voice little more than a distraction to him. “I say that a lot. I find compliments encourage better blowjobs. Not that you…probably weren’t clever.”

  He could feel a pleasant tightness begin to build steadily and knew that it would just take some nice dirty phrase from the phone guy to slip him speedily over the edge.

  He listened patiently for about two seconds and then snapped, “Come on, baby! What the fuck are you waiting for? You sucked my dick then what?” he took a few deep breaths.

  There was silence and then the voice again. “Then we went upstairs. You bent me over the edge of the bed and insisted on fucking me in front of my wedding photo. You told me to look into my husband’s eyes and say how great it felt to have your cock up my ass. How good it was to have some decent dick for a change. Do you want me to go on?”

  Judas sighed and stopped his fingers movements.

  The decent dick comment was not what gave the caller’s identity away. Again, Judas had said that exact phrase to quite a few people. It was the wedding photo.

  “What can I do for you, Hugo?” Judas said sarcastically.

  “See you do remember!” Hugo spoke in a humorous tone. “Well, it was rather memorable, wasn’t it? Did you get off yet or need I go on with the…um…smut?”

  Judas sat up and tucked his wilting cock back into his trousers. “Nah. I’m not sure you know the real meaning, baby. So to w
hat do I owe the honour? And who gave you this number?” He smiled and put a cigarette between his lips then rooted about in his pockets to find his lighter.

  “Oh come now, Fergus’s phone holds no secrets from me. But I wanted a favour from you. Since you do owe me one after I let you have your way with me. Such a brute…you scratched my hips like a beast on the second time we did it. You made me say over and over…fuck me, daddy…” Hugo chuckled softly.

  “Yeah well I thought we agreed never to talk about it?” Judas lit his cigarette.

  “Neither of us wants to be a eunuch. That would not be as great a loss for you as it would be for me but still, I guess you like to pee standing up.”

  “Funny.” Hugo didn’t seem amused despite what he had said. “My cock has uses.

  You know I like to be sucked…and if I remember—“

  “Yeah, yeah.” Judas blew out a cloud of smoke. “What’s the favour you want? I got something to do, so be quick.”

  “Yes I wouldn’t want you to hold of finishing your wank, Jude. I need a lift somewhere.”

  “Where to? And I am not a fucking taxi, you know,” Judas didn’t want to do any kind of favour for Hugo but he was an unpredictable little fucker. Perhaps taking him to the mortuary or whoever it was did his beauty treatments for him wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Keep the little crackpot sweet.

  “I need to go to the lock-up.” Hugo sounded less playful than he had done previously and Judas mused over his choice of destination.

  “Lock-up? You mean our lock-up? What do you want to go there for?” The last time Judas had been there was at the planning of the bank robbery that nearly sent him to prison. The place looked about to fall down and in recent days Judas had actually considered going there and hastening its destruction along a bit. Fergus was even more of a prick that day, so the glorified shed held bad memories for Judas.

  “There is something…something of mine there that I need to attend to. Will you take me? It needs to be today.” Hugo’s voice had a determined edge to it and Judas smirked as a sudden dawn of realisation crept over him.