by Katsura
Vinny laughed. “Don’t believe him.” He grinned at the hostess too. “He’s a fucking liar! Shags anything that moves, and some stuff that doesn’t.”
The girl smiled in a disingenuous way as she continued to spin the wheel.
“Shut the fuck up!” Judas nudged Vinny playfully with his shoulder. “I was on a promise there you wee swine.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Vinny raised his chin and looked doubtful about Judas’s take on the likelihood on getting off with the clearly uninterested girl who seemed to be doing her best to ignore him.
As his last pile of chips was dragged across the table, Judas groaned and patted his pockets in order to locate his wallet. “Go get me some more, baby?” He opened it and peered into the empty leather folds. “Fuck. You think they’ll give me some on trust? I’m good for it.”
The look on the girl’s face said it all and Judas got reluctantly to his feet. These places were geared to make you forget what day it was never mind what time it was and Judas conceded that tonight he had been a bit of a mug. Fergus had divided up the cash that had been in the five remaining bank bags, and Judas had practically just blown the lot of his share with nothing to show for it.
“Never mind.” Vinny squeezed his arm. His fingers then rested lightly on the fabric of Judas’s suit jacket. “I’ll spring for a fish supper if you are interested?”
Judas shook his head and he wandered to the bar. “But I’ll take a drink if you are buying.”
“Una, two of the usual.” Vinny ordered drinks for them. Una was the regular barmaid at Seishin and as she poured two more than decent measures into the heavy tumblers, Judas winked at her. She knew him and Vinny from before, having been in the employ of another local dive before being lucky enough to secure this position.
Judas liked her. You never got what was little more than a wet glass from her.
“Proper glass, eh, Una?” He grinned. “We’ve all gone up in the world.”
He referred to the fact that at her old place of work, drinks were always served in plastic cups as too many hoods lost it when they’d had a couple and used the glassware as makeshift weapons. Next most popular form of injuring someone in a brawl, the first being the “Glasgow Kiss”, was to glass a guy in the face to his permanent injury. Judas, being quite vain, actually feared this. He had scarred people before, noticeably Rasputin, and worried that one day he would suffer the same fate. He’d often received a Glasgow Kiss though, which despite the charming name involved an unexpected headbutt to the bridge of the nose. This too could make a man ugly, especially if the nose was broken as a result. Judas had been lucky and had come away with no more than a bruise and a headache from these assaults. Mostly, he had to admit that he’d asked for it by either mouthing off too much or fucking a bloke’s wife. But he was Judas MacGregor. A Campbell employee. No one dared to hurt him really. Maybe now that he no longer worked for them, things would be different.
Una nodded pleasantly and took the payment for the drinks from Vinny, who then held his wallet in his hand for a moment as though he considered what to do with it rather than return it to his pocket. “Listen, Jude. I got a few hundred in here. You are welcome to it. Your luck is bound to turn sometime.”
“Did you learn nothing as you sat and watched me?” Judas sipped his drink.
“These places always make you think that, trust me. No-one’s luck ever changes, except the Japanese bastard who owns the joint.” He patted Vinny’s arm. “I appreciate it but I’d never take your money. Nice offer though.”
inny reluctantly put his money away. “Did you lose it all? Everything Fergie gave you?” He sat close to Judas and leaned round as though to see his face better.
Judas turned and pursed his lips. “Fergus gave me nothing. The money was mine to start with.”
“I never meant nothing.” Vinny had a defensive tone to his voice. “No one knows that better than me, Jude. You deserved it…you deserved your cut. More than he did even. I just meant, did you lose it all?”
“More or less.” Judas nodded and patted Vinny’s knee. He hadn’t meant to snap at him like that but Fergus acted like he was doing them all a favour rather than paying them what was rightfully theirs. Judas hated Fergus more than ever. The only reason he didn’t kill the bastard was he knew that topping Fergus would start a war and Vinny would be at risk. Vinny and Ewan both. “I did. But it was my own stupid fault.”
“I never felt right having a cut, really.” Vinny took a deep breath. “The whole fucking job sucked and I feel like the money is tainted. I would be happier if you took my share.”
Judas squeezed Vinny’s knee gently. “You are a true fucking diamond. You got nothing but you are trying to give me money and buying me gifts.” They both looked down at the bracelet. “Keep your money, baby. Start renting a decent flat or something.
Yeah I lost my cut but I still do okay. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m making sure…” He lowered his voice, “I’m making sure I’m bleeding the Campbells dry. Folk I leaned on for them, I now lean on for me. Fergus took that other bag. It was probably the one with the most money in it, knowing him. I’ll make sure I get what is owed to me one way or another.”
“Jude.” Vinny sighed and stared at his face.
“What?” Judas smiled. “You gonna tell me to be careful? I always am. I don’t take risks. He is a thieving backstabbing cunt. Just the kind of fucker I hate. I mean, who steals from their own? Yeah he hates me, but you? Ewan? Even fucking Rasputin. What the fuck did you guys ever do to him? Nothing, Vinny.” Judas gulped down his drink and Vinny sighed again. “You guys did what you were told in a high risk job and he rewarded you by shafting the lot of you. That kind of guy disgusts me.” Judas shook his head bitterly. “Maybe there is a lesson there for you. Any dick that steals from their own should be treated like the scum that they are.”
Vinny nodded his head slowly, a miserable expression on his face. Judas lifted his hand and brushed his fingers gently across Vinny’s cheek.
“Cheer up, baby.” He smiled. “You worry too much.”
“I know.” Vinny nodded again and stared at Judas in a strange sort of way. Vinny could be difficult to fathom but Judas sometimes got the impression that he was scared of being left alone. Maybe that was the reason for his sullenness now. He worried the Campbells would once more try to get rid of Judas and there would be no one to look after him.
Judas patted his cheek reassuringly. “You’re a good boy.” He smiled. “And you gotta tell me where you got this gold, baby. It’s fucking belter. It would convince a proper jeweller.”
Vinny’s face filled with amusement. “Yeah it really would. Totally legit looking, yeah?” He seemed to relax a little. “And I am not telling you. You will just…you will muscle in. I need stuff that is just mine.”
Judas grinned and playfully nudged him. “I got a rival now, eh? Long as you keep to the jewellery I’m okay with that. I never saw anything that never looked like tat so I’ll stick to the bags and shoes. You’ll do well. You got my blessing.”
Vinny seemed even more amused. “Thanks, Jude.” He smiled in a genuine way.
“I’ll keep you sweet with anything I think you would like.”
Judas stood up. “See? You learned well. That is just the way it should be. Now if you ever find yourself in need of a fancy designer suitcase, I’m your man.”
Vinny got up too. He walked close to Judas as they both headed for the exit. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And you should show some to Mikhail Majewski.” Judas hailed a taxi. “You give him a good deal and you’ll never have to pay for another blowjob. The guy is mad for the bling. I’m going over there now. Unlike here, I still get some credit on trust. You want me to mention to him?”
“No that’s okay, really.” Vinny moved a little closer. The taxi did a u-turn on the street in front of them, the sound of its meter already audible. “You know, you could just…come back to mine?”
“Give us a co
uple of quid for the fare, will you?” Judas opened the car door and watched as Vinny gave him a few notes from his wallet. “Thanks. Maybe another time, Vinny. It’s just,” Judas lowered his voice. “I could really use a shag. Helps me relax. So much shit in my brain. You go get your fish and chips.”
Vinny smiled and waved as Judas got into the cab.
“Will do. Night, Jude.”
*
So not only did Mikhail still refuse to answer Fergus’s calls, he’d now instructed Sacha to lie for him. There was no way that Mikhail would leave his beloved business but if you believed Sacha, he had. Fergus had resorted to calling the brothel in an attempt to finally get to speak to Mikhail. But that snooty little bastard Sacha, lied like a pro and told him that Mikhail had taken a trip. Sacha had been apparently been left in charge.
Of course this was utter rubbish. Mikhail had only ever taken a few days off since he opened the place. All of which, Fergus assumed, he’d spent in Fergus’s company. It was infuriating. How was he meant to apologise when Mikhail refused to speak to him?
Fergus stormed up the stairs to his bedroom and was greeted by a most unwelcome sight.
This day could only get worse.
Hugo, dressed in a Chinese satin robe, had draped himself across the bedcovers in what was probably meant to be a provocative way. If the intention was to provoke Fergus into violence then it may actually work.
“Hugo.” Fergus undid his shirt cuffs. “Just, no.”
Hugo stroked the bedspread with a fingertip, tracing the outline of the dragon embroidered into the fabric. Then he slowly undid his robe, rose to his knees and let it slip from his pale, smooth shoulders. “Shush,” he whispered, then moistened his lips with a brush of his tongue, “don’t say anything. Just bring your sexy self over here, and fuck me like a man.”
Fergus raised an eyebrow. “Fuck you like a man, you say?
“Yes.” Hugo nodded and tossed his robe to the floor. Slowly he began to glide his fingers over the erection that protruded sharply from the black, neatly trimmed thatch of his pubic hair. The reddened tip of his cock glistened, a stark contrast to the rest of his almost pure white skin. “I want you. You are my husband. I want you to come over here and satisfy me.”
“Oh do you, now?” Fergus approached and stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes travelled over Hugo’s alabaster flesh, which was marked here and there with scars both old and new. “Look at you.”
“Do you like what you see?” Hugo continued the almost tender movements on his cock until Fergus reached out and clasped his fingers around the organ tightly.
“No.” Fergus smirked as he firmed his grip. “You honestly think that I find your skinny ass attractive? You actually disgust me. You never eat. You never go out in the sun. You look like a fucking vampire.”
Hugo raised his chin. “Well maybe I am.” He smiled and rocked his hips. His cock slipped back and forth over Fergus’s palm. “I certainly enjoy a good…suck.”
Fergus released him and pulled down the zip of his fly with one hand. He reached out the other and tangled it into Hugo’s hair. “Well suck on this.”
He yanked Hugo’s head down towards his crotch and the younger man didn’t resist. He propped on all fours on the bed and nuzzled his lips against Fergus’s still partially flaccid cock until he alighted on his tip. Slowly he worked it into his mouth and began to tease his tongue around the head. Fergus had never forced anyone, and despite how it might have seemed to an unlikely onlooker, he wasn’t doing that now.
Hugo was taking him eagerly.
Fergus looked down at him. He rocked his hips sharply and smiled as Hugo flinched when the now harder erection entered deeper into his mouth with a jolt. “Yeah suck it, Hugo.” Fergus growled. “At least with this in your mouth I don’t have to listen to you.”
Hugo complied. He began to suck on Fergus’s cock and his tongue writhed along the underside to tease more. He was still on all fours and as Fergus glanced at the head of the bed, his eyes fixed on the mirror there. He groaned and watched his own reflection, his eyes narrowed in lust, his lips parted a fraction. His breath became deeper, his gaze wandering lower to Hugo’s ass. Hugo’s slim thighs parted to reveal the bud of his asshole, puckered and needy. Fergus smiled and thrust further into Hugo’s mouth. He rocked his hips and stared at that tight pink ring, thrilled by the knowledge that it probably ached for him right now.
Hugo’s legs spread more, his ass raised a fraction, his head bowed and Fergus tangled both hands through Hugo’s soft black hair and fucked his mouth as though it was that proffered hole. He could have that fantasy, the mood of lust inside him intensified by the fact that Hugo wanted him in there so much. Fergus may as well have been. He was horny enough to fuck anything, but he would not give Hugo the satisfaction. On top of the lust, was the bitterness on being rejected by the man he loved.
Fergus couldn’t have Mikhail so it seemed only natural that Hugo should go without too.
Fergus’s breath became more ragged and he watched his own chest rise and fall as he gripped Hugo’s head tighter and thrust almost violently into his throat.
Hugo’s fingers gripped the bedspread and he gagged. His ass squirmed in the reflection with his struggle to pull his head back.
Fergus grinned and took a few more deep plunges into the hot, moist resistance.
”No?” He laughed throatily. “You don’t want it anymore, darling? Well okay…” Fergus withdrew from Hugo’s mouth and Hugo gasped and raised his face, his lips parted and wet. The tears that streamed down the young man’s face where not from sorrow. Just from his battle with his throat’s reflexes. But still, the wet skin looked as though it would benefit from a further downpour. With one hand on his cock and the other tangled in Hugo’s hair, Fergus shot his load across the blush on Hugo’s damp cheek. He groaned in pleasure as Hugo let out a startled cry and Fergus tilted Hugo’s head to the side to watch the thick cream of his cum slide slowly down over the trembling lips.
As the emission entered his mouth, Hugo moved his hand quickly to his own cock and he pumped his fist rapidly, his eyes still closed. The mirror showed the bud of his ass seem to relax and tighten again, and a moan escaped him as he gave into his own climax.
“There.” Fergus took a step back and neatened his clothing. “Everybody is happy. I think I’ll go out now. Goodnight, Hugo.”
Hugo didn’t answer. He simply slumped down onto the bed and lay there with a satisfied smile. Then he licked the rest of Fergus’s semen from his lips.
*
Judas cried out.
Nou bounced feverishly on top of him, his thighs pressed tight against Judas’s hips.
Judas had his cock buried fully inside Nou’s tight ass, and obviously, that was an amazing sensation. But what prompted the loud cry had been something else entirely.
Koyubi’s soft tongue snaked around Judas’s balls and his cock twitched helplessly at the intensity of the pleasure this produced. Koyubi was Nou’s apparently more shy twin brother, and he meandered his moist organ up from Judas’s balls and began to rub against the base of Judas’s cock. He then slid his tongue with a feather-like lightness over the part of the flavoured condom that wasn’t embedded inside Nou and glided it over his brother’s hole, which was clenched around it. Judas stared up and watched Nou’s mouth open wider in desire at his brother’s skilful attention.
Koyubi licked firmly back and forth round Nou’s delicate and stretched entrance and as he did so, Judas could feel his hot breath as it glanced over his balls.
“Fuck…” Judas and Nou both said the word in unison as Koyubi fluttered the tip of his tongue eagerly over both of their skins, never neglecting either of them. When the ejaculate splashed across his chest, Judas looked down startled. He had come at the exact same moment as Nou and somehow, he thought it was his own. The little drip that strung from the end of Nou’s pretty cock head to the milky pool between Judas’s nipples, showed the cum’s actual source.
Proof p
ositive.
These two could have a man’s brain as empty as his balls and Judas lay comatose, his soft groans the only indication that he was still alive.
Nou eased off him and Koyubi quickly straddled Judas’s hips in his place. His dark eye’s glittered with an inappropriate innocence about them that was amazing considering what he had just been doing. Nou and Koyubi were always completely game. Judas had to struggle to think of something that they would refuse to do and so far he’d been unable to come up with anything. On his many encounters with the twins, they had fucked each other, sucked each other, let Judas take them whatever way he wanted to and all with a cheerful enthusiasm. Koyubi was the more insatiable of the two, his favourite position being in the middle of Judas and his brother. Again Judas was struck by the whole sexual inequality of the brothel business. Koyubi was getting as much as he could handle and being paid to boot. Now if Judas had been more able to be bottom in a situation it would have been a career path he could have pursued instead of crime.
What a glorious scam. To get paid to fuck and be fucked.
“Now me. Wake up, Mr MacGregor. It’s my turn!” Koyubi pinched the end of the condom then slid it carefully off Judas’s cock. He then immediately reached for another one and ripped the pack open with his teeth.
“Baby…” Judas reached his hand out feebly. “You gotta give me a minute at least…”
“You are so greedy, Koyubi!” Nou laughed. “And Mr MacGregor, his time is up.”
Koyubi pouted and threw the condom, unused, into the wastepaper basket. “The next time…” He leaned down and kissed Judas on the lips. “You promise? Next time you ask for us and then I get to be first?”
