Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 12:31:57 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: Debts, chapter 4

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.



- IV -



            "What do you mean, `no'?" Magda's dumbfounded expression was
downright comical.

   "It's the opposite of `yes'," Raven said patiently. "Magda, I said I
would consider it; I never said I would accept it. My answer is no, all
right? I am not fucking with Salamander!"

   "*Not again*," he added silently, and managed to keep himself from
wincing when his treacherous dick twitched slightly at the memory.

   "Raven..." Magda blinked somewhat rapidly. "Why...? Did something
happen?"

   "Almost did," Raven said evenly. "It was not a pleasant experience," he
ignored a shrieking `*Liar*!*' *in his head. "He came back earlier than I
expected him to on Wednesday night, and I was positive that I was done
for... Magda, no!" he said a little bit louder when he saw her open her
mouth. "Why are you trying so hard, anyway?" he narrowed his eyes. "There *
is *a bonus, isn't there?"

   "There *would *be," she grumbled darkly. "There is none now, however..."

   "You still got paid," Raven rolled his eyes. "Greed is not a good thing,
Magda." He agreed with himself silently, cursing the damn cognac.

   "It's not greed," she said as darkly as before. "It's common sense. There
is no way in hell I will ever be able to get so much money again...!
Goddammit, Raven!"

   "Sorry, Magda," he sighed and finished his coffee. "I gotta go. The
coffee is on me," he handed her a couple of bills.

   "Goddammit, Raven," she repeated bitterly and took the money. "Hey!" she
called when he stood up. "Hold on, you said that he came back earlier than
you expected him to... Did you get into his house?"

   "Yeah," Raven nodded, and she stared at him without blinking.

   "What it's like?" she asked in a hushed voice. "Is it true that he has a
torture room?"

   "Torture room...?" Raven blinked several times. "No, he doesn't have a
torture room... In fact, his house is completely normal. Everything is
ridiculously expensive, but normal nevertheless."

   "Huh..." Magda said with a small, disbelieving frown, and Raven shrugged
again.

   "Maybe he has another house," he said. "A secret one; with torture rooms
and whatnot... Magda, I gotta go."

   "Yeah," she muttered, the disbelief still splashing in her eyes. "Yeah...
Later, Raven..."



****



   By next Wednesday night, he almost made himself to stop thinking about
the whole thing. He also decided to take off for a while, to go somewhere
for a couple of months, to change the scenery. That night (ten days after he
crushed Magda's hopes for desired vacation), he came home after completing
one small job, which wasn't anything difficult but paid nicely for something
so easy, turned the key in the lock of his apartment door, walked inside,
and kicked off his shoes. He was thinking of having some of that damn
Laperone (he still had half a bottle left) when he heard low and purring:

   "Hello, Raven..."

   He froze in his spot for several minutes, and then he turned towards that
voice very slowly.

   "Oh, hell, no...!" he said after seeing that damn blond sitting in one of
Raven's chairs, his hands connected at the fingertips, his eyes curious
and... Expecting...? "Get out!"

   "Or you will do what, exactly?" the blond looked at him with genuine
interest. "You are a brilliant thief, Raven, but you are a lousy fighter,
even with your ability... And you know that," he added a minute later.

   Yes, Raven knew that indeed. He gritted his teeth in dark and helpless
rage.

  "What do you want?" he asked through his clenched teeth. "Your cognac
back...?"

   "No," the blond answered immediately, his expression the same as before.
"You can keep that... In fact..." he shifted slightly in the chair, crossing
his legs. "I could give you more if you want."

   "What do you want?" Raven repeated, wishing with all his heart for the
blond to spontaneously combust this very second. Of course, it never
happened.

   "You," the blond said simply. "Right here, right now..."

   Raven just stared at him, saying nothing. Salamander sighed.

   "It's going to sound like a clich้..." he said slowly. "...but I couldn't
stop thinking about you," he let out the same small smile he introduced
Raven to almost two weeks ago. "See, usually, my..." he looked at his
fingertips for a second. "...partners..." he continued without a smile this
time. "...don't fuck me back willingly. In fact, it has been a very long
while since I engaged in consensual sex..." He threw a quick glance at Raven
and gave him another small smile. "It was a very nice change," he nodded. "I
would like to experience that again."

   "I did *not *fuck you back willingly," Raven said through his clenched
teeth, his hands rolling into tight fists.

   "Mmm," the blond hemmed seriously. "I beg to differ..." He looked at
Raven again. "As I recall," he said slower than before, not even a hint of a
smile on his mouth this time. "You came so hard that you pulled me right
along..." he let out a small sigh. "Such thing only happened to me once
before," he said softly without taking his eyes off Raven's face. "It was a
long time ago," he nodded.

   Raven couldn't believe this. The entire scene seemed surreal. "You gotta
be kidding me..." he thought numbly.

   "Believe me when I say it," Julian nodded again. "I can control my body.
I can last for as long as I want, and I come when I choose to.... With you,
though, it seemed like I had no control whatsoever," he said thoughtfully.
"None...!" he shot another quick glance at Raven. "It was another nice
change..." He half closed his eyes. "Not to be in charge for once..." he
muttered. "To let it be; to..." he closed his eyes for several seconds.
"...just give in..." He opened his eyes and nodded. "You have no idea how
much it heightened the peak for me..." Here, he smiled again, almost
wistfully. "Therefore, yes, I would definitely like to experience that
again," he finished with yet another small nod.

   Raven gritted his teeth. Fair is fair, he figured. He invaded the blond's
home, and now, the blond invaded his. Definitely fair. However, he would be
damned if he did anything else with this son of a bitch...!

   "Get the fuck out," he growled. "Get out...!"

   The blond hemmed once again, with more satisfaction this time. He moved
his gaze towards Raven's crotch, and Raven gritted his teeth again. He was
perfectly aware of the fact that his traitorous dick started twitching
sweetly the minute he saw the hateful blond.

   "Hmmm..." Julian said somewhat thoughtfully. "Your mouth says `Get out,'
but your dick screams `Come hither'..." He looked at Raven intently. "Guess
which one I am going to listen to...?" he said, and stood up so quickly that
Raven felt dizzy for a second.

   Julian walked closer to him, and suddenly, his hands were on Raven's
shoulders, pushing the smaller man into the wall, blond's scent and breath
all over the `brilliant thief.' Raven let out a small hiss.

   "I don't want this..." he said in a low, strained voice.

   "First of all," blond's lilac eyes were fixed on Raven's different
colored ones. "Even if that was true, do you really think it would stop me?"

   No, Raven did not think that. He locked his jaw tightly, narrowing his
eyes.

   "And second of all..." the blond continued meanwhile. "I am going to say
this once again..." He paused and pressed his knee into Raven's groin,
rotating and rubbing against it. Raven let out a small, sharp inhale – he
couldn't help it. "I beg to differ," Julian murmured, increasing the
pressure ever so slightly, making Raven's back to arch off the wall and his
hips to buck forward just a little, to meet that sweet friction.

   Salamander leaned closer.

   "Don't worry," he muttered, and placed a long, slow lick on the side of
Raven's throat, causing another very sharp inhale from the smaller man. "I
am not going to hurt you..." he started slowly traveling across Raven's
neck, placing small kisses and tantalizing licks as he went.

   Raven raised his head involuntarily, giving the blond better access, and
hating himself for that.

   "You don't enjoy pain," Julian said in a low voice and nibbled right
underneath Raven's chin, making `the brilliant thief' to shudder. "And I am
not going to hurt the first willing partner I've had in years..." He pulled
away just a little, and Raven looked at him, his eyes half-lidded, breathing
quick and unsteady. "You can hurt me though," the blond said seriously. "In
fact..." he leaned closer again. "I hope you will," he finished and pressed
his mouth against Raven's. He ran his tongue over smaller man's lips without
closing his eyes, watching Raven's expression. Raven looked at him without
responding to the kiss for several seconds, and then his eyes closed all on
their own, and he parted his lips helplessly, letting Julian in.

   For someone with the reputation of a coldblooded sadist, Salamander was a
surprisingly good kisser. Raven didn't expect him to be so goddamn gentle.
"Bloody hell..." he thought when one of his hands traveled up – again, out
of its own will – and rested on the back of Julian's neck. He wasn't simply
responding to the kiss by now; he was a fulltime participant, caressing
blond's mouth with his tongue, digging his fingers deeper into the other
man's neck. Suddenly, without even thinking, he locked his teeth on Julian's
bottom lip and bit into it hard. The blond moaned at that and pressed Raven
harder into the wall, burying his fingers in thief's dark disheveled hair.

   Raven's head started to spin when he tasted blood on his tongue. He
groaned and brought the other hand up as well (consciously this time),
locking it on the back of blond's neck. He started lapping at the bleeding
lip frantically, sucking the divine essence, moaning desperately while he
did that. After several minutes or so, Julian pulled away ever so slightly.

   "You like drinking blood?" he muttered in a very uneven voice.

   "Love it," Raven said huskily.

   "With me..." blond's eyes were quite hazy by now. "...you can have all
the blood you want..."

   Those words made Raven incredibly hungry, and this time, he was the one
who latched onto Julian's mouth. He wasn't even trying to be gentle, making
his teeth to lock hard on that lip again, and feeling dizzy when blood
flowed into his mouth. He realized that he was indeed a very willing partner
for the fucked-up blond, and he didn't even care. Right now, it didn't
matter; in fact, right now, nothing mattered. Just the blond and his divine
blood.

   ...Approximately an hour and a half later, Raven couldn't take it anymore
and reached for himself for the third time; and for the third time, the damn
blond intercepted his wrist before it reached its destination.

   "Not yet," the blond panted, and Raven gritted his teeth, locking his
legs tighter around Julian's waist.

   "Damn you..." he muttered through his clenched teeth. "Goddamn you... I
can't... Oh, God..." his eyes rolled back at the sudden change of pace. The
chair underneath them creaked in mild complaint. "Shit, Julian... I can't
take this anymore... I have to... Let go!" he tried pulling his wrist free,
but the hateful blond pulled his arm up and put Raven's hand onto his own
shoulder.

   Raven growled something unintelligible and dug his fingernails into
Julian's skin hard enough to draw blood. The blond shuddered at that
slightly and grabbed Raven's waist harder with one arm while freeing the
other. Raven's smaller frame was all but wrapped around Julian; `the
brilliant thief' was straddling blond's hips, his legs around Salamander's
waist, fingers of both hands digging into Julian's shoulders, and he wasn't
sure who exactly was riding the hell out of whom. "Probably both," he
thought hazily and dropped his head into blond's shoulder.

   "Oh, my fucking hell...!" he screamed out in surprise when he felt a hand
wrap around his demanding, hysterical by now length. He raised his head and
latched onto Julian's abused mouth, growling while drawing more blood. The
blond moaned and his hand picked up speed, making Raven's growls even
louder. Salamander did some incredible roll with his thumb – it almost felt
like a magic trick of a sort – and Raven lost it. He meowed into the
bleeding mouth of the blond, clawing at his back frantically, shuddering so
much that he almost managed to make both of them tumble off the chair.

   Julian grabbed onto his waist even tighter, keeping the balance, and then
suddenly, his eyes flew wide open, and he said in a very low, breathless
voice, which was nowhere close to his usual purring drawl:

   "Oh, shit...!" and then his eyes rolled back and his entire lean body
tensed up for a second or two just so it could explode into furious tremors,
matching Raven's shudders quite closely.

   "Goddamn..." he said in a shaky voice after both of them stopped
convulsing. "How in the bloody hell do you do that...? I made sure I had
complete control over myself, and then you blew it all the way to hell...
How do you do that...? Is this another ability of yours...?"

   "Nngh," Raven said, his face buried in blond's neck. "I only have one
ability... Plus, I don't think that making you come would even qualify for
ability..."

   "It would," Julian said in the same shaky voice. "Believe me, it
would..."

   "So goddamn full of yourself," Raven muttered, his self-hatred somewhat
back by now. Screwing this bastard willingly for the second time...? Dammit,
he is not just slutty; he is something beyond that!

  "Goddamn..." Julian said again with feeling.

   They stayed on that chair for the next half an hour or so, still merged
together, Raven inhaling the scent of the hateful blond and actually liking
it. *Liking it...!*"What the hell is wrong with me?" he thought furiously.
"Dammit, what is wrong with me?! Okay, I have to admit, he is good... But...
What the hell is wrong with me...? Oh, bloody hell...!" He gritted his
teeth, and Julian looked at him.

   "What?" he asked.

   "Just trying to figure out what in the bloody hell is wrong with me,"
Raven said through his clenched teeth. "That's all..."

   "I see," the blond nodded and got up, never letting go of Raven's smaller
frame that was still wrapped around him. He turned around and lowered Raven
onto the chair, letting the smaller man to lick the remains of blood off his
chin. "Where is my driver's license?" he said after separating them.

   "Oh..." Raven muttered and nodded at the desk in the back of the room.
"Second drawer from the bottom..."

   Julian made his way towards the desk and opened the drawer.

   "Just take your goddamn wallet," Raven said tiredly after Salamander
started looking for his driver's license. "Just bloody take it and get the
hell out..."

   Julian threw a quick glance at him and nodded, snapping the wallet shut.
He started getting dressed, and Raven just watched him silently, musing
about the fact that he would rather rip blond's clothes off again.

   "Goddamn slut...!" he silently said to himself, trying to ignore yet
another glorious praise from his body.

   "See you tomorrow," Julian said in his normal purring drawl, and Raven
blinked several times quite rapidly.

   "Yeah," he said. "I don't think so...!"

   The hateful blond smiled without baring his teeth.

   "See you tomorrow," he repeated calmly. "Seriously, if you think that I
would just let this disappear into nothing..." he shrugged. "Think again,"
he finished with a slight nod.

   "Well, damn..." Raven thought, ignoring happy twitching from his
treacherous dick.

   "You get the weekend all to yourself," Salamander shrugged again after
pulling on his pants. "I will need to get my fix."

   "Fix," Raven repeated slowly, and Julian nodded.

   "I am not hurting you..." he said seriously. "...which means..."

   "You need to hurt someone else," Raven finished with a slight, dark nod.

   "Exactly," the blond agreed so lightly as if they were discussing the
best place for vacation. "Therefore," he continued after pulling on his
shirt. "I will see you tomorrow... By the way..." he added after making sure
that his shirt was buttoned all the way. "My weekend starts on Friday, so
after tomorrow, I am not coming back until Monday."

   "You are not coming back at all," Raven corrected him darkly. "Because
there is no way in hell I am..."

   "I will see you tomorrow," Julian nodded without letting Raven to
continue. "I will get you more Laperone," he added before heading towards
the door.

   "You know what you should do with your bloody Laperone...?" Raven said in
a low voice, and the blond smiled again without baring his teeth.

   "Sweet dreams, Raven," he said before walking out of the door.

   Raven dropped his head onto the back of the chair and closed his eyes. He
sat like that for fifteen minutes, then he sighed, opened his eyes, got up,
and headed to the shower – he needed one badly.


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