Lesson in Betrayal

by Katsura

  Judas’s lips parted. He wanted to say something, anything, but words had completely failed him. He had no idea how to express the feelings that had suddenly welled up inside him.

  Vinny angled his head to the side and Judas tentatively reached a hand towards him.

  Suddenly, the door opened and Ewan appeared there. He looked awkward for a moment as though he had interrupted something candid, then he spoke in that quiet voice of his. “Did you get it?” He looked first at Judas, then at Vinny whose eyes looked even more red than they had done before.

  “Just leave it.” Judas shook his head brusquely, his hand falling loosely to his side.

  Ewan’s brow furrowed and he stepped further into the room. “Is there something going on here that I should know about?” He stared at Vinny when he said this and Judas had an awful feeling of guilt at the state the young man was in.

  “Nothing you should worry about, Ewan.” Vinny looked back at him before he turned to Judas again. “Bye, Jude. I never meant to let you down. You were everything to me. Totally everything. I’ll never forgive myself for what I’ve done. I’m so sorry.”

  He made to walk to the door but Ewan stopped him.

  “What the fuck?” Ewan looked even more confused, “Vinny?”

  Vinny pushed past him and left with Judas staring lamely after him. Judas knew he should have stopped him and made him feel better about what had happened and he really didn’t understand why he hadn’t.

  An image popped into his head. Fergus with his arms around Mikhail when he had left them at the lock-up. Why his brain decided to show him this was a mystery, but Judas knew that sometimes your subconscious would try to tell you something and perhaps this was one of those times. He walked to the window and looked out, down to the dreary street below.

  Vinny was standing in front of Cain, having some sort of conversation with him and Cain reached out a hand and gently patted him on the arm. They both walked on down the road together, side by side and close enough that occasionally their arms brushed against each other. They may as well have been holding hands. Everything about how they walked, glanced at each other, fucking breathed even, smacked of affection.

  Fuck. I should have just patted his arm.

  “You want to tell me what is going on?” Ewan’s voice came from behind him and Judas didn’t turn round when he replied.

  “When I find out I will let you know.”

  “You never found the bag then?” Ewan pressed on.

  “There was no bag. You made a mistake.” Still Judas kept his back to the man.

  “What?” Ewan sounded completely shocked and he raised his voice. “What the hell are you talking about, Jude?”

  Judas turned now and he stared at Ewan unflinchingly. “There was no fucking bag.

  The matter is now dropped.”

  *

  The manga yakuza’s eyes were illuminated by the flickering of the candle that Cain had lit and Vinny lay on the sofa, staring up absently at the perfectly crafted features.

  “Vinny.” Cain nudged a drink into his hand and Vinny sat up to accept it.

  “Thanks.” He smiled. “Sorry I am like, so quiet tonight.”

  Cain shrugged and sipped from his own glass. “I never noticed.”

  Vinny laughed, “Yeah? I usually never shut up.”

  Cain smiled and shook his head slowly. “I still never noticed.”

  Vinny slipped from the sofa and sat on the floor next to Cain. He ran his hand slowly up the decorated skin of his arm, under the capped sleeve of his t shirt, where he let his fingers rest on his shoulder. Cain leaned forward and kissed him. His lips tasted of Sapporo and Vinny closed his eyes to savour the flavour as Cain’s tongue slipped over his lips and into his mouth. They lay back together on the floor, and Vinny allowed Cain to part from the kiss only for the time it took for them both to remove their tops.

  Vinny didn’t really feel like sex but his body responded to Cain’s body as though he did.

  As the bodyguard slid Vinny’s shorts down, Vinny’s legs seemed to part with a will of their own to allow Cain to probe one finger at his entrance and penetrate him. Vinny arched his back, a hiss issuing from between his teeth while his hips rocked as if that finger was a cock inside him. Of course it soon would be. Cain was no master in the art of foreplay, just aware of the girth of his penis so much that he was gentleman enough to prepare the way for it well. The bold digit smoothed lube over the delicate skin of his passage.

  Vinny closed his eyes as Cain’s finger was replaced by The Legend itself and he grasped Cain’s hips to draw him closer. He never failed to have an empty mind when he was so filled completely by the wonderful mass of Cain’s solid cock.

  *

  Two figures tangled together, reflected in the blue of Judas MacGregor’s eyes. A man and a woman caught in a frenzy of passion and had the volume of the TV been actually switched on, their animalistic grunts would have added to the primitive nature of the scene that was playing out on his silent screen. Judas sipped his beer not really aware of how enthusiastically the two strangers pretending to be lovers acted out their pointless scenario. Lust for lust’s sake was usually his favourite kind of porn but tonight, he may as well have been watching the discovery channel for all the arousal that he felt.

  “Maybe I’m ill.” He said the words aloud even though there was no one in the flat to hear him. Slowly he got to his feet and he flipped the TV off as he passed it on his way to the bedroom.

  The bed was unmade from the night before and Judas first took off the heavy gold bracelet that Vinny had given him. He placed it on the bedside table before he undressed fully and slipped between the rumpled sheets. The silk felt cold next to his skin and he gathered the covers around himself more. There was nothing that would really warm him though. No random stranger. No eager rent boy. Not even an erotic thought would lift the temperature for him tonight.

  *

  Cain had begun to thrust his hips faster, his rapid breath a dead giveaway that he was close to climax. Vinny could feel his own pleasure build too, his cock being rubbed against Cain’s tight abdomen with every to and fro movement the Japanese man made.

  Vinny gave a shuddering gasp and Cain looked down into his face as he thrust his cock fully inside Vinny’s aching body. This was something that Cain often did during their bouts of sex. He would hold back some of The Legend to make the final moments even more of a thrill for Vinny. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more he got another load of that hot, throbbing flesh that was pressed so tight to his prostate that any movement at all caused a practically unbearable wave of pleasure over his entire abdomen.

  “Fuck!” Vinny cried out and arched his back, his body moving rhythmically in time with Cain’s, “Stop! Fuck! Please…”

  Of course they both knew what Vinny actually meant was “fuck me harder” and Cain obliged, grinding his hips mercilessly until Vinny shot his load between them, the copious cream visible as it spread up from where their bodies met.

  Vinny braced himself for the further swell of cock inside him as Cain flooded his insides with what seemed like a never ending stream of his hot cum.

  Someone once said about Cyd Charisse, “When you danced with her, you stayed danced with her.” When you were fucked by Cain, you stayed fucked by Cain. Well at least until the next time, when he fucked you into a whole new level.

  Vinny gasped for breath and moaned softly as he felt Cain withdraw from him and lie by his side on the floor.

  “Better?” Cain muttered in his after sex voice. A fraction more gravelly than his normal voice.

  “Better than what?” Vinny said in a breathless whisper as he turned his head.

  “You feel better now?” Cain lit a cigarette and inhaled on it deeply. “You don’t think so much about him now?”

  Vinny’s eyes blinked rapidly. “Think about who?” He reached for the cigarette and brought it to his lips.

  Cain smirked. “It’s okay, Vinny.” He closed his ey
es, his face reddened and with a satisfied expression. “It doesn’t bother me.”

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Vinny frowned. He glanced down at the sheen of his own semen that seemed to shimmer across both his and Cain’s bellies.

  Cain’s cock still appeared partially erect and Vinny thought his own had shrunk a little in the shame of being seen so close to Biggus Dickus there.

  Cain got up and walked over to the drinks table. He poured himself a large measure of saké and took it to the sofa to drink. Vinny sat up and stared at him, the braids of his hair resting over both of his shoulders as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

  “I’m sorry.” Vinny spoke quietly.

  Cain shook his head. “I mean it. It doesn’t bother me.” He shrugged his tattooed shoulders. “I don’t own you.”

  Vinny got up from the floor and sat next to him. “Well you kind of do.” He took Cain’s glass and sipped some of the strong liquid that it held. “More than anyone else ever did. I never had a relationship. Never did it with anyone more than once.

  Well…not since prison. That doesn’t count though.”

  Cain took his drink back. “I like you, Vinny.” He nodded his head, his blond hair sticking up at odd angles from the way that Vinny had tousled it during the sex.

  “I like you too. And I’d like to keep on liking you. If you’ll let me.”

  “You are sure about that?” Cain raised his eyebrow, his eyes seeming to search Vinny’s eyes.

  “Yeah.” Vinny nodded, a firm movement he hoped showed his conviction. “Time to move on.”

  Chapter Nine

  The sound of a dog’s bark woke Mikhail up from his deep slumber and for a moment he could not for the life of him think where he was. Absolutely nothing about the place seemed familiar. His eyes hurt in the bright sunlight that filtered in through the net curtained window and it took him a while for them to become accustomed to the glare. Once he could see without having to squint, he looked around for a clue as to his location.

  There was a vanity unit with no personal items on top of it. A nightstand that held only a small alarm clock and a pitcher of water next to an empty glass.

  Was this a hospital?

  He shifted in the comfort of the bed and realised that he was dressed in some pyjamas, something that he never usually wore. However, they were clean and fresh smelling. A sense of relief flooded through him because no matter where he was, he was still free.

  Release had not been a dream. He went over some of the recent events in his head.

  Of how he had wounded his poor rescuer with a cut throat razor. The look on Fergus’s face when he wrongly assumed Mikhail to be Judas’s lover.

  He sighed deeply.

  When Mikhail had held the gun to his own head, a part of him had wondered what it would be like to pull the trigger. These days, weeks, months or whatever the duration of his captivity had been, had changed him. Deep in his heart he knew that this was only the beginning.

  Judas had remarked that Mikhail had been a bit of a drama queen and despite the fact that the man had rescued him, Mikhail couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by this. It hadn’t been his intention to be dramatic. His actions were brought on by once more being faced by Fergus’s skewed take on the notion of loyalty. Fergus needed a reality check. It was not Mikhail who suffered from having watched too many romantic movies. Fergus was clearly living the life of a celluloid gangster. Mikhail was not the only one to be surrounded by a fantasy of sorts.

  But enough dwelling on this for now. Mikhail still had not managed to figure out where he was and he leaned across the bed to see if he could catch a view of the outside through the window.

  “You are awake.”

  The spoken words came from Mikhail’s left and a cold shiver of terror ran down his spine as he recognised that voice instantly.

  Hugo.

  Mikhail sat up swiftly and looked round at the door, his knees pulled up involuntarily in shock.

  Hugo stood at the door with a tray in his hands. On it was a bowl of what appeared to be soup, a cup of tea and a long slim glass vase that held a single rose. “Well I must say you are looking very well today, Mikhail.” Hugo set the tray on the edge of the bed and lifted a spoon from next to the bowl. He dipped it into the steaming liquid and then held it towards Mikhail’s lips. “You poor darling. You must be starving.” He smiled.

  “Get away from me…” Mikhail gasped and slid further up the bed until his back pressed firmly against the headboard. His ankle felt tight but no longer so painful and he could feel that someone had put a bandage there.

  “Oh shush, now.” Hugo smiled and brought the spoon closer. “You are being a very silly boy, aren’t you? Fergus told me that the nasty Polish men took you and locked you up. You must have feared for your life. I simply cannot imagine what it must have been like for you.”

  He placed the spoon back in the bowl, a signal perhaps that he had resigned himself to the fact that Mikhail was not going to eat from it.

  “You must not worry,” Hugo continued in an apparently pleasant voice. “No one will hurt you here. You are quite safe. Fergus rarely leaves the house. He checks on you constantly. He is being most vigilant so that no-one would ever have a chance to hurt you again. Because…it is quite possible that the…people who took you, really would wish to harm you more. But of course they could not do that with Fergus around day and night.”

  He patted the sheets with his long fingers. “So don’t worry your pretty little head!”

  Hugo laughed. This would probably have sounded whimsical to some but to Mikhail, it was just further indication of Hugo’s insanity. “Be assured. The moment that Fergus leaves us alone…I will take care of you. You know I do so enjoy having you here. So close to me, never more than a few rooms away from me.”

  Mikhail couldn’t speak. His throat became dry with fear. This was not escape. This was the proverbial, out of the frying pan and into the fire.

  Fergus appeared at the door. “Hugo.” He spoke quite coldly. “Scram.”

  Hugo smiled and got to his feet and when he passed Fergus he kissed his cheek, his eyes darting back to Mikhail. “Of course, darling. Now eat your soup, Mikhail, you naughty boy. Or there will be no pudding for you. See if you can make him eat, darling.” He kissed Fergus again, on the mouth this time, although Fergus’s lips remained immobile. “He won’t get well if he doesn’t get any nourishment.”

  Hugo called the last part through from the hall as Fergus sat on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand to clasp Mikhail’s fingers. “He terrifies you, doesn’t he?”

  Fergus’s eyes seemed to look directly into Mikhail’s soul and Mikhail caught his breath.

  “I am just…I am very confused.” Mikhail shook his head. He allowed his body to relax more as he realised that he must look as though he was trying to escape through the mirror on the wall behind the bed.

  “You’re not the only one, Mika.” Fergus continued to look at him in that piercing way, his handsome face fixed with something like determination. “The men who took you. How did they know about the lock-up?”

  Mikhail tried to keep a calm expression on his face as he hurriedly tried to make up a reason for his fictitious Polish kidnappers to just happen to take him to Fergus’s lockup.

  “Well…” He spoke slowly to give himself more time. “They had me in the car and they wanted me to take them to the place where I said I kept all of my money. I told them I did not trust banks…” He laughed softly. “And I don’t as I know they get robbed sometimes.” He slid his fingers gently against the strong hand that held them and Fergus smiled. “I had a silly idea that if I took them to the lock-up, you would be there and I would be rescued.”

  “You didn’t think to take them to my club?” Fergus’s voice sounded gentle and in no way betrayed whether or not he thought that Mikhail was telling the truth.

  Mikhail shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking straight.” He sighed. “They realise
d that I lied and locked me up. Who knows what would have happened if Judas hadn’t come by? But you see in a way it was clever of me. Judas did come there…and so did you.”

  Fergus nodded. “I guess I owe, Jude. Again.” He smiled and leaned to kiss Mikhail on the lips. Unlike the sterile way in which Hugo had planted his unaffectionate mouth against Fergus’s, Mikhail returned the kiss warmly. He then smiled and nodded too.

  “You do. He was so kind,” Mikhail suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion and Fergus hugged him tightly in his strong arms, “he gave me a tissue…”

  For a while Mikhail remained silent, his head against Fergus’s shirt. Fergus decided to allow him this silence. The other questions could wait or indeed be dispensed with completely now, as the answers had become quite irrelevant. Fergus knew all he needed to know.

  When Mikhail lifted his face, he looked so exhausted. Worn out from everything that he had been through. Fergus was filled with the desire to never let another soul hurt him. Not ever again.

  “Will you take me to my home?” Mikhail whispered. “Today, please. I really need to be in my own home now.”

  Fergus smiled. “Of course I will. I’ll bring you some clothes and I’ll take you right away.”

  The look of relief on Mikhail’s face was further confirmation of what Fergus perceived to be the truth about what had actually happened at the lock-up.

  He walked to Hugo’s room which was only a short distance away and found him seated at the window, the stupid rat-dog held in his arms.

  “Mikhail has to borrow some clothes.” Fergus stared at Hugo coldly.

  “Of course.” Hugo put the dog down and got to his feet. He began to select some items from his closet as Fergus walked back out into the hallway again.

  Once out of earshot Fergus took out his mobile and pressed a few buttons. He then waited with the device held against his ear. “Dad? There’s been a change of plan. It wasn’t Vinny after all.”