by Katsura
“Yeah, seriously.” Vinny nodded. “It’s not to say I don’t sometimes crave it. I do.
But the opportunity has just not presented itself.”
“Well I can’t be bothered with the hassle.” Ewan looked about the hallway at the little putti here and there that aimed their plaster arrows at the hearts of the horny fuckers who walked this red carpet. “And sticking it up some guy’s arse is just…wrong.”
“And what about having it stuck up yours?” Vinny gave a cheeky wink as they approached the reception area.
“Anybody tried, it would be the last place they ever stuck it. Believe me.” Ewan stood in front of the ornate desk and regarded the young man there with a smirk.
“Excuse me. We would like to see Mr Majewski.”
“Evening, Sacha.” Vinny smiled in a genial way.
Sacha looked up from the client bookings and visibly flinched. “Good evening, gentlemen. Mr Majewski is not here.” Ewan was used to people’s reactions when they saw him for the first time. He knew that he was in no way attractive and had long since ceased to bother about this. Sacha’s mouth pursed mischievously and he stared directly at Ewan. “If you are looking to be entertained I have just the person for you. Darling Gabrys is free. I shall call him presently.”
Ewan laughed. “Don’t bother, son. When do you expect Mr Majewski back?”
Sacha raised his chin. “I have no idea. I am in charge at the moment.” There was a smug tone to the young man’s voice. “Is it a matter that I can help you with?”
“Naw.” Vinny shook his head and he appeared a little distracted. He stared down the corridor at a tall Japanese man with dyed blond hair and after he trawled through his memory for a few moments, Ewan remembered him from Vinny’s welcome home do. It was Cain, better known as The Legend.
Ewan took a few steps towards the door and Sacha returned to his perusal of the client book. Vinny didn’t appear about to make a move at all.
“Vinny.” Ewan nudged him gently. “Shall we head off?”
Vinny stood still for a moment, then shook his head. “I think…I think I will chat with Cain a while. You don’t need to hang about. I can manage on my own.”
“Okay.” Ewan nodded, his eyes narrowed. “I guess I’ll catch up with you tomorrow. Night, Vin.”
“Yeah.” Vinny grinned, his eyes remaining fixed on Cain. “See you, Ewan.”
So this was The Legend’s flat.
There was a large canvas over the sofa that featured a manga style Yakuza who pointed a gun out of the picture and rather threateningly into the face of whoever viewed the masterpiece. Vinny found it sexy. He loved the harsh, twisted mouth and cold eyes of the suited guy, who had been crafted from dark ink, only a splash of red here and there to represent blood. The man in the picture’s tie flew to the side amidst the visceral spray to give such an impression of action and as Vinny stared, he felt his passion stir more. The comic book style yak looked hot, but not nearly as hot as Cain who sat on the sofa beneath the dramatic print, drink in hand. Cain’s hair was obviously dyed and was a subdued shade of ash blond, not brassy at all. The lightness of its hue somehow made his Asian eyes look even darker still. He had a few small moles around his mouth and under his eyes that accentuated the natural tone of his skin. His lips had a softness to them and Vinny found it difficult to resist a taste. But maybe he wouldn’t resist. After all, in the words of that well known phrase, faint heart never won fair fuck-off hot guy.
“Did you do this?” Vinny indicated to the artwork although it was fairly obvious to what he referred.
“No.” Cain was a man of few words and Vinny wasn’t entirely sure that he was actually invited to be here at all as Cain had just grunted the word “drink”. It was no great gaffe if he wasn’t invited though, as Cain didn’t strike him as an overly well-mannered type.
“It’s good though. I like it.” Vinny took his drink, which had turned out to be some seriously strong Japanese lager and sat on the sofa too. Cain turned his face and looked boldly at him. Vinny stared back and his eyes wandered over the little moles that graced the Japanese man’s cheek and seemed to draw the attention to the fullness of his mouth. There was that urge again.
Was it wrong to stare like this?
It didn’t appear to bother Cain so Vinny continued and let his eyes travel down the pale skin on his neck to the colourful tattoo that peeked out from under the white of his t shirt. The pattern vanished only to appear again on the sinewy muscles of his upper arm. “Nice…um…tat you got there.” Vinny smiled. He could feel the sensation of an erection build, an ache that seemed to spread over his groin like fire. It was obvious that he had gone without for too long. Spent too many nights on his own, locked in a fantasy that was never likely to become reality.
He breathed deeply and wondered if Cain had invited him here for more than just a drink. Well no, maybe not wondered. Perhaps it was more like hoped.
Cain slipped the t shirt off over his head and smiled as he sat up straighter, obviously to provide Vinny with a better view of the inked phoenix that decorated his flesh.
“I’m turning into quite the art critic here…” Vinny reached out his hand and stroked his fingers gently over Cain’s powerful bicep and he gloried in the tension of the other man’s flesh. He knew only too well how strong Cain was as he had been pinned down by him once before. The ache in his groin intensified at the thought of being pinned down by him again. “Wanna see mine?”
Vinny took off his shirt and much like the way his hand had just traced its way over the intricate patterns on Cain’s skin, Cain let his own touch travel gently over the black dragon on Vinny’s chest.
“It’s got suddenly very warm in here.” Vinny leaned a little closer. “Did you just invite me here for sex by any chance?”
Cain nodded. “Yes, I did.” He slid his thumb across Vinny’s chest and circled his nipple to slowly tease it erect and Vinny felt a tingle as his dimpled skin responded almost instantly.
“Good.” Vinny grinned. “You don’t seem the sort that would have any decent chat up lines and luckily I am not the sort to need them. Best we just like…cut to the chase.”
Vinny got to his feet and after he kicked off his boots, he pulled his zip down and removed his trousers. Cain remained on the sofa and watched him with a sly smirk.
“What?” Vinny winked as he slid down his shorts. They fell around his ankles and remained there in a humorous heap as Cain also stood up. The blond man eyed Vinny’s cock openly and Vinny glanced down smugly at his erection and nodded. “That’s right.
I’ve got a Prince Albert. Cool, eh? I bet you never seen anything as impressive as that.”
Vinny ran his hand over the solid shaft and raised the organ more to show his piercing with pride.
Slowly Cain pulled down his own zip and it was all Vinny could do not to gape at him. Jutting forwards, thick, powerful and so desirous to be touched that Vinny’s palms itched, was the reason that Cain was known as The Legend.
“Fucking…hell…” Vinny blinked and suddenly felt thrust into a sort of Crocodile Dundee moment.
That’s not a cock. THAT’s a cock.
The stud on his own dick was usually the most eye catching thing in any of his previous sexual encounters. A real show stopper, he always called it. But the massive protrusion that emerged from Cain’s open fly totally put his own member to shame.
The shiny silver adornment that usually never failed to extract at least a gasp from any potential sexual partner, was eclipsed in the shadow of the Japanese bodyguard’s massive dick.
“That is…one hell of a schlong.” Vinny remarked breathlessly, able only to nod and gawp as Cain continued to remove the rest of his clothes. Once he had rid himself fully of them, Cain reached out and pulled Vinny back to the sofa by the wrist, where they both lay down eagerly. He was keen to feel Cain’s mouth on his lips but more than that, Vinny longed to wrap his fingers around that monster of a cock. He didn’t wait to be invited and while hi
s lips parted at the smooth insistence of Cain’s tongue, he reached his hand down to palm that extraordinary erection.
The piercing on Vinny’s tongue teased cleverly over the underside of Cain’s tongue.
He flicked it rapidly, then a little more slowly in an obvious offer to do the same to his cock. Cain immediately took the bait and parted from him, raising his body up by a fraction. With the hard organ held upright in his fist, Vinny bowed his head and took the head readily into his mouth. There was not much you could teach Vinny about fellatio. He was as skilful as any whore in the act and he glanced upwards as Cain looked down lustfully. As the hot skin of Cain’s cock filled Vinny’s mouth, he became determined to get it as wet as possible before he would even consider allowing Cain to penetrate him.
Cain seemed as keen for this as Vinny was. He began to rock his hips gently as the stud tickled him skilfully just below the head and Vinny’s fist slid steadily up and down the shaft. Taking a deep breath, Vinny let him slide out of his mouth, a trail of his saliva keeping them joined. He was not going to attempt to let him into his throat.
Vinny wanted to die of old age and in his sleep. Not as a result of a penis related choking incident.
He gazed up into Cain’s eyes. “I think I can be sure that this is going to be memorable.”
Cain grinned by way of a response as he grabbed Vinny’s slim hips and turned him over. Vinny lifted his hips more and spread his legs wider, willingly. His long braids fell to drape either side of his shoulders and hung down over his arms.
The hot tip of Cain’s cock rubbed insistently against Vinny’s hole and he braced his knees into the cushions. His lips parted as his muscles twitched and gave up their resistance. Vinny had been fucked a good few times in his life but the apparently never-ending slip of hot hard flesh into his keen ass felt like a first. There was a song that popped into his head but as Cain started to thrust his hips harder, it popped straight back out again.
“Oh God…more…” Vinny gritted his teeth, his back arched to allow Cain to move more freely inside him. Cain complied and as he sank deeper into Vinny’s tight passage, he gave a sharp accompanying thrust that caused Vinny to cry out.
Deep inside him, the solid mass of Cain’s cock rubbed irresistibly over his sweet spot and his thighs began to tremble much like the rest of his body did. Gloriously, he felt completely filled and if his muscles had clasped more around Cain, Vinny was not aware of this. All he could feel was that huge cock as it plunged powerfully in and out of him.
“Fuck you’re gonna flood me…” Vinny’s head fell back as Cain leaned over him more and Cain’s fingers boldly grasped Vinny’s inferior, but still throbbing cock. They glided swiftly up and down the taut shaft and Vinny moaned out loudly at the surge of passion these movements produced. Cain’s other hand threaded through Vinny’s braids and he held them tight in his fist as he fucked Vinny hard.
Just when Vinny felt that he could take no more, Cain seemed to slip still deeper.
Vinny did feel himself tighten this time, just as he felt Cain swell to fill him completely.
The hot cum shot straight to his belly it seemed and Vinny let out a loud yelp as his own emission volleyed in a great arch over the arm of the sofa. Throughout the whole thing Cain had not made a sound other than the odd guttural grunt, now he gasped and slumped against Vinny’s back, this simple inhalation about as much as Vinny was going to get from him, apparently.
His body felt bereft as Cain slipped from him and the sofa creaked as the bodyguard left it to walk across the room to bathroom. Vinny watched after him with a satisfied smile. There was a box of tissues on the table next to the sofa and Vinny reached and took one, wiping it carefully over his now stretched opening. Clearly Cain had used lubricant but Vinny had been too eager to turn over for him to notice him do this. The sound of the shower switching on prompted him to look across at the bathroom and then he thought to himself, why the hell not?
He got to his feet and padded across the room, aware of the trickle of Cain’s cum that was leaking down the back of his thigh. Vinny opened the door and watched.
Cain stood beneath the water. His hands moved over his decorated skin as he soaped himself under the spray and even in its flaccid state, his cock was still legendary. His tattoos glistened as his skin became more wet and Vinny was struck by how completely beautiful he was. He wondered to himself why he had never noticed this before but then conceded that he had. It just seemed that his brain wouldn’t allow him to dwell on this fact too much, as it pushed forward its own unrealistic desires.
Desire for a strange yet wonderful man who would never be anything more than a friend to Vinny.
As he became aware that he was being watched, Cain turned around and smiled.
He moved aside in the shower to make a space and with a happy smile, Vinny cheerfully filled it.
“Get my hair wet, and I’ll kill you.” Vinny said in amused voice and with an uncharacteristic grin, Cain pulled him into the steam that enveloped the small tiled cubicle and covered his mouth with a passionate kiss.
Chapter Six
When each of the darts that Fergus threw hit the dartboard, they embedded with a satisfying thud. He stared ahead and didn’t even notice that had this been a game, and not just a bout of self-pity, he would have earned himself quite an impressive score.
If he could have gone back in time he would never have treated Mikhail with such disrespect but of course, to change the past was impossible. How glorious would it be to have never gotten hitched to Hugo? Never to have taken part in the bloody robbery that resulted in them being together. And while he was at it, he wouldn’t have become involved with Judas MacGregor.
When they’d first met, Judas was probably around eighteen and Fergus was a little older. The irresistible pull to be friends with the young hoodlum had been too strong for Fergus to fight. Even as a teenager Judas stood out. He was mouthy, game for anything and Fergus had never had a real friend before. Not someone to kick about with. Get into trouble with. But when your dad is a crook there was a different definition of what was considered as trouble. Criminal enterprise was encouraged and Fergus and Judas, the terrible twosome, got up to all sorts of capers together.
Grudgingly, even now, Fergus could see that Judas was the braver one. He still always looked after himself but if there was some front line action required, he was usually the first to put himself forward. He and Judas would likely have been closer too if Fergus hadn’t been so afraid of people finding out that he had homosexual tendencies. To stumble upon his young partner in crime getting off with a handsome Italian waiter one night, in the lane behind the restaurant the Campbells frequented, had come as a great shock to Fergus. Judas never noticed him, too busy kissing Paulo, both of them having their hands tangled into each other’s hair. Judas’s hands had slipped down from Paulo’s ebony locks and rested firmly on his ass instead, squeezing his flesh tightly with an obviously needful insistency. Then he’d sank to his knees and slipped beneath the black bar apron that the waiter wore. It was obvious from how Judas’s head bobbed to and fro under the dark fabric that he was sucking the guy off and from Paulo’s cross-eyed expression, he wasn’t that bad at it.
Fergus had felt a strange thrill at the sight but then he pushed the feeling away and replaced it with one of forced revulsion. After that incident, things were never the same between them. Judas was bold about his sexuality. Fergus didn’t want the guys making any assumptions about the nature of their relationship.
Frequently Judas would turn up with dust or some such thing on the knees of his trousers. Fergus would give him a disgusted look and Judas always looked clueless as to why.
How great would it be to have never known Judas? Perhaps for Fergus’s hands never to have been dirtied by crime at all. He would have of course still run his father’s empire but in a more back seat role. Big Callum never involved himself in the actual crimes that had made him so wealthy. Fergus wished he’d had that luxury. Folk like
Judas found it all such an awesome thrill. Fergus couldn’t care less about the brief adrenalin rush a heist would bring. He preferred his pleasure to arise from being in the arms of Mikhail.
He had blown it with Mikhail twice and doubted that he would ever be afforded another chance.
Suddenly his phone rang and he practically fell off the chair in his rush to grapple it to his ear. “Mika?” he gasped, without so much as a glance at the screen.
“Mika?” A voice drawled into his ear. “Sorry to disappoint you. Jude here.”
Disappoint was not a word that Fergus would have chosen. Gutted, more like.
“What the fuck do you want?” he growled, “I’m too busy to listen to your fucking crap.”
“Anyone would think you didn’t love me.” Judas let out a laugh. “You have no idea how much that hurts me, baby.”
“Get to the fucking point.” Fergus threw a dart into the dartboard. He pictured Judas’s face as he did so and imagined the pointed metal spear him right between the eyes.
“You thought I was Mikhail, didn’t you? Aw, that’s sad, baby.” Judas once more laughed in an annoying way and Fergus threw two more darts at the board in rapid succession.
“If you don’t tell me what the fuck you want, I’m hanging up on you, prick. Get to the fucking point, asshole!” Fergus yelled into the phone as he got to his feet to wrench the darts from the dartboard.
“A prick and an asshole? Do always think of me in such a sexual way? Keep your knickers on, Fergie.” Judas sounded as though he had just taken a draw on a cigarette.
He paused for a moment, then Fergus heard him exhale. “Just, I was thinking about the bag—“
Fergus threw a dart in rage and it landed square in the middle of the snooker table.
