Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2010 22:21:55 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: Debts, chapter 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; all the resemblances are just
eerie coincidences. Everything in the story is owned by myself beloved,
everything is copyrighted. Contains descriptive sexual scenes between males
- don't read it if you shouldn't.

Note: This is a 3rd installment in the semi-series. The first story is
Specter's Gamble </nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/specters-gamble/> and the second
one is The Year of the Salamander
</nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/year-of-the-salamander/>

I would recommend reading those first (at least Specter's Gamble)
otherwise, some scenes and characters are not going to make much sense,
since you wouldn't be familiar with the background and I didn't describe
much of the previous events in this story. Other than that, enjoy! Feel
free to e-mail me.


 Salamander looked at him with a mix of mild curiosity and amusement.

   "I take it, you are the one who has my wallet?" he said in the same
purring voice. "You can keep it," he shrugged after Raven said nothing. "I
want my driver's license back, however. I don't feel like going through all
the troubles with requesting another one... By the way," he added a minute
later. "I didn't catch you tonight because I am so brilliant," he smiled
again. "I caught you because you took my cognac on Wednesday night."

   "Dammit," Raven thought, kicking himself for being so stupid and greedy.

   "I went for a refill and the bottle was gone," the blond continued. "I
knew that I left it there, and I knew that I was alone in the house... Then
I looked around a bit," he pressed his palms into the desktop. "The back
door in the kitchen was unlocked..." He shrugged. "I figured that someone
was probably after something that I happened to possess. I also figured that
the thief would certainly be back, since nothing was missing..."

   He straightened up and let go of the desktop.

   "Friday nights are my nights out of the house," he walked towards Raven
slowly. "That is not a secret. Simple reasoning led me to believe that
tonight would probably be the night," he stopped right in front of Raven,
looking down at him. Raven was at least six inches shorter. "Huh," the blond
said thoughtfully. "I take it, you are Raven..."

   Raven's eyes widened at that, and Julian shrugged once again.

   "Your eyes," he said simply. "You are the famous thief with different
colored eyes. The only one," he added. "I didn't know about your ability,
however," he hemmed. "Handy for a thief."

   Son of a bitch, Raven thought with desperation. His damn eyes! The left
one was light blue, while the right one was deep brown. He had no idea that
Salamander would know this. He was aware of the fact that some people knew
about his eyes, but he never thought that Julian would be one of them.

   "I know some useful information," the blond nodded after seeing Raven's
expression. "Now, I find this entire thing rather amusing..."

   "Amusing," Raven thought, gritting his teeth. "Well, I am glad to be your
personal fucking clown...!"

   "To swipe that bottle while I was in the next room..." the blond hemmed.
"That was quite bold. Therefore, I am going to let you off relatively
easy..." he gave Raven another small smile. "Try this again, however, and
`easy' will be out of the question," he nodded.

   Raven narrowed his eyes. Easy? In Salamander's book, `easy' was probably
something that didn't result in death.

   "Walk to the desk," the blond said in the same purring voice, and Raven
blinked. Walk to the desk...?

   Fine, he thought, his jaw locked tightly. He slowly walked towards the
desk.

   "Strip," the blond commanded a couple of minutes later.

   Raven turned around and looked at him with disbelief.

   "You gotta be kidding me..." he said slowly.

   "Strip," the blond repeated, somewhat less patiently. He sighed when
Raven just kept staring at him, and closed his eyes for a second or two.
Right when he did that, Raven's entire body exploded with vicious pain. He
tried screaming, and to his astonishment and horror, he realized that he
couldn't produce a single sound or to make a single move.

   Julian closed his eyes again, and the pain was gone.

   "Strip," he said once again. "Otherwise, I will use the spell while
fucking you."

   Raven tried to catch his breath. The explosion of pain only lasted for
several seconds, but it was enough to knock all the air out of him. Even
thinking of enduring more of that made him shudder. He gritted his teeth in
helpless rage and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was somewhat
relieved when he saw the blond unzipping his pants. At least, he was not
going to shove a hot iron or a baseball bat into him. Raven heard a couple
of stories of Julian doing exactly that to someone. A dick he could handle.
Considering the circumstances, this was indeed an easy way out. "Let's just
hope that he doesn't plan doing something else after the fuck," Raven
thought gloomily. His hands were shaking from humiliation and helpless fury.
Fury was mostly aimed at himself for taking that goddamn bottle on Wednesday
night.

   Salamander walked towards him, and Raven blinked.

   "Goddamn," he thought. "He is hard already? How in hell was he able to do
it so quickly...?"

   His thoughts were interrupted when Julian turned him around and forced
him facedown onto the desk.

   "Let's hope for your sake that you are not a virgin," was all the blond
said before slamming into him, one of his hands on Raven's slender hip, the
other one gripping smaller man's hair tightly.

   Raven was not a virgin – far from it. However, it has been a while since
his last encounter, and the fact that Salamander was rather well endowed and
anything but gentle (let alone the fact that he only used the lubrication
nature provided him with), made this hurt plenty. He screamed out and dug
his fingers into the desktop; the tight grip on his hair making everything
that much worse. Blond's slow, deep thrusts made him groan in pain once
again. He squeezed his eyes shut and locked his teeth on his lower lip,
unable to drop his head down, his hair being pulled mercilessly. He had no
idea how long the blond would last, but judging by his slow, almost lazy
pace, it would be a while.

   After ten minutes or so, Salamander shifted ever so slightly, as if
adjusting himself to more comfortable position, and the minute he did that,
Raven's eyes flew wide open and he screamed out once again. This time,
however, it was for an entirely different reason. That slight, almost
insignificant shift made the blond to slam into Raven's sweet spot dead-on.

   "Oh, fucking hell...!" Raven thought, desperately trying to ignore the
explosions of brilliant sparks inside him. He could've as well tried
breathing under water, however. Those sparks were impossible to ignore. "Oh,
goddammit..." he gritted his teeth when he realized that his hips started
pushing backwards, meeting Julian's strokes, encouraging him. "Shit! I am
being fucking raped and I am all but begging for more...!" He squeezed his
eyes shut once again and made a hell of an effort to stop his traitorous
hips, to stand still. He succeeded with that task, and his hips stopped
moving only to make his entire body to start rocking backwards. "Bloody
hell...!" he thought desperately, very well aware of his own arousal growing
with obscenely rapid speed.

   Julian's fingers dug a little deeper into the slender and very willing
hip, when he finally caught Raven's reaction.

   "Holy... hell..." the blond panted in strained astonishment. "You like
this...!"

  "Nngh..." was all Raven said, trying to get that damn traitorous body of
his under at least some control, and failing at that miserably.

   Julian released the grip on Raven's hair, correctly figuring that Raven
is not going anywhere, and placed his hand on the other hip. Raven pushed
himself up a little, pressing his hands onto desktop, and that made the
sparks to explode even more viciously. He was rocking harder now, impaling
himself on the blond, moaning helplessly, unable to force his throat into
being silent. He couldn't even curse at himself silently anymore, those
sharp, mind-numbing explosions shutting down every single thought except for
"More, more, more!"

   After a long while, blond's strokes became faster and shorter, making
Raven shudder in helpless, desperate bliss. Of course, this was a hell of a
lot better than suffering through the pain, but goddammit, it was
humiliating! He was all but screaming out loud, "Oh, God, yes!" while the
blond kept pummeling into him. He felt a very weak pang of satisfaction when
he realized that Salamander was moaning as much and as loudly as Raven
himself did.

   He was so hard right now, that it was hurting him. He dropped his head
onto his chest, biting his lower lip mercilessly until it bled. The minute
he tasted blood, his head spun even more. Suddenly, he didn't care about
anything but the fact that he needed his release badly; he didn't give a
flying shit about humiliation or anything else – he needed his goddamn
release. He was perfectly aware of the fact that Salamander would never let
him have it; what kind of a punishment would it be otherwise? He would stop
him the minute he saw Raven's attempt, and maybe even use that damn spell of
his again, but Raven was at the point when he didn't care. He needed his
release as much as he needed air right now, maybe even worse, so he decided
to try it anyway.

   To his greatest astonishment, and even greater disbelief, the blond
didn't do nor say anything when he saw Raven's hand tremble its way to his
painfully weeping length; he just dug his fingers slightly deeper into eager
and willing slender hips in front of him, and picked up the pace even more.
Raven wrapped his hand around himself, and it started moving out of its own
accord, it seemed, furious strokes matching Julian's rhythm to a t, bringing
him to the very brink in less than a minute. He made his hand to slow down a
little, trying to balance on the very fine edge, trying to prolong this
sweet, teasing torture just for a little longer, when the blond delivered a
particularly hard slam onto that hidden button of his, and that slam threw
Raven into screaming with brilliant pleasure abyss.

   He almost sobbed while his body turned into nothing but one pulsating,
contracting cell of mind-wiping euphoria. He wasn't even close to start
riding it out, convulsing and sobbing, seeing nothing but blinding white,
when Julian let out a low, strained "Oh, hell..." and then Raven felt the
blond explode almost violently deep inside him. He expected himself to be
repulsed, and gritted his teeth helplessly yet again, when that furious
explosion forced several more splashes of pleasure out of him instead.

   Both of them shuddered and gasped for what felt like ever. Raven had
never had such a long and powerful release before. "Fuck!" he thought when
he was able to think again. "I just had the best orgasm in my life, while
being fucking raped! Son of a bitch...!"

   Julian released his grasp on Raven's hips and pressed his hands into the
desktop, on either side of the smaller man, dropping himself onto Raven's
back without pulling out. Raven could feel frantic heartbeat of the blond,
as if it was his own. They stood like that for almost ten minutes, catching
their breaths, calming down the racing pulses. Finally, Julian straightened
up and left Raven's body. Raven hated the suddenly-empty feeling, and then
he immediately hated his slutty self with burning passion. He pressed his
palms into the desktop, his head on his chest, eyes closed. He listened to
Salamander getting dressed without turning around. He was perfectly aware of
the fact that even his bare ass was bathing in shimmering afterglow right
now. His entire traitorous body was singing in glorious post-orgasmic bliss.

   "What now?" he thought numbly, wondering whether Salamander was going to
do anything else to him.

   "Shut the door when you leave," the blond said in the purring, not quite
even yet voice. "A word of advice, do not steal anything from me ever
again... On the other hand..." he hemmed. "Go ahead. I enjoyed it and so did
you."

   With that, he unlocked the door and walked out, leaving Raven alone in
the office. Raven stood by that desk for several more minutes, staring
blindly at the deep-green, oval-shaped rock that apparently served as a
paperweight.

   "Fuck it," he thought and started getting dressed. "I am not taking
anything from this son of a bitch ever again... The deal is off."

   To be honest, there *was *no deal, since Raven never accepted the offer.
He would simply give Magda a very firm `No' on Sunday morning and that would
be the end of it. He zipped up his jeans, leaving his shirt untucked, and
walked towards the door, wincing slightly. His ass was sore.

****

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