Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 15:08:52 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: Debts, chapter 6

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.


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- VI -



            On Saturday morning, Raven woke up to the sound of the door
opening. He blinked several times and sat up very carefully. He slept on the
couch, since he never got up and made his way to the bed last night.

   "How are you feeling?" the blond asked in his usual drawl.

   "Better than last night," Raven said honestly. "What time is it?"

   "Eleven-thirty," Julian replied and threw a carton of cigarettes on the
table. Raven narrowed his eyes.

   "What's that?" he asked.

   "I have noticed that you are almost out of smokes," the blond said
casually. "Therefore, I got you some."

   "I am not your whore," Raven said quietly, feeling a weird mix of anger
and gratitude.

   Now the blond looked slightly amused.

   "I know that," he said with a nod. "This..." he nodded at the carton.
"...is not a payment. This is a..." he paused. "...precaution," he finished
finally.

   "Precaution," Raven repeated, his eyes still narrow.

   "Yes," Julian nodded again. "I know that you are almost out of
cigarettes, and that you might become desperate enough to go out and get
some. If you do that, it might push the date of your recovery farther than
Monday, and I don't want that."

   Raven let out a small sigh, and was relieved when it didn't hurt as much
as before.

   "What brand is that?" he asked gloomily.

   "Katoes," Julian replied, and Raven blinked. That was the brand he
smoked, all right, but he had no idea the blond would even notice that.

   "I see," he said finally, and carefully got off the couch, heading to the
bathroom.

   "Well," Julian said. "I have plans until Monday; therefore, I will see
you then."

   "Uh huh," was all Raven said to that before disappearing in the bathroom.

   When he came out of there, the apartment was empty. Raven let out another
small sigh and went into the kitchen. He tutted with annoyance when he saw
that his fridge was pretty much empty. He grabbed the last two slices of
bologna and slammed the fridge's door shut. Then he realized that he only
had two slices of bread left as well.

   "Goddammit," he muttered gloomily while making a sandwich. "I guess I am
on the diet today..."

   He ate the sandwich, figuring that he would probably order some pizza
later, went back to the living room, lay back on the couch, and closed his
eyes. In fifteen minutes or so, he was asleep again. He woke up because of
someone ringing his doorbell. He frowned slightly, and carefully got off the
couch. The doorbell rang again.

   "Hold on," he called loudly. "On my way...!"

   He glanced at the clock; it read 3:45. "Who the hell is that?" he thought
while unlocking the door.

   "Food delivery," some guy said and handed Raven a rather large paper bag.
Raven blinked at that.

   "I didn't order any food," he said dumbfoundedly.

   "Julian Salamander placed the order," the guy said, and Raven blinked
more rapidly.

   "You gotta be kidding me," he thought and took the bag. He looked at the
logo and frowned slightly. The logo said, `Flair.'

   "I didn't know that you guys do home deliveries," he said with the same
small frown. "Otherwise, I would've taken advantage of that a long time ago.
I love your place."

   "We don't," the guy sighed. "However, there are some occasions when we
make..." he coughed. "...exceptions," he nodded.

   Raven looked at him thoughtfully. Yeah, when Julian placed an order, you
didn't want to be the one to tell him that you don't do home deliveries, he
thought.

   "I see," he said slowly. "Hold on, let me get my wallet..."

   "It's paid for," the guy said, and Raven closed his eyes briefly.

   "Let me give you a tip then," he said evenly.

   "No," the guy said immediately and shook his head, as if confirming his
`No.' "I was told not to take any money from you."

   "Oh, for the love of..." Raven thought with frustration.

   "I won't tell anyone if you won't," he shrugged, feeling amused,
irritated, and curious at the same time.

   "No," the guy shook his head again, as firmly as before. "Thanks though,"
he added.

   Raven sighed and nodded.

   "Thank you," he muttered.

   "Take care," the guy nodded and walked away.

   Raven locked the door and looked in the bag. What he saw made him sigh
again. There was enough food in there to last him until Monday. Maybe even
longer.



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   On Monday morning, Raven felt as good as new. He silently thanked his
ability, which granted him extremely rapid healing along with some other
perks, lit a cigarette, and was about to go outside, when his front door
opened. He sighed, knowing perfectly well that it was the blond; he didn't
even need to turn around to confirm that.

   "Aren't you supposed to be in one of your offices?" he asked, finally
turning around. "It's Monday morning."

   He wasn't exactly sure what Salamander was doing; he only knew that the
blond owned several big companies, and that he would spend four days a week
(since his weekend started on Friday) in one of his offices, doing something
Raven didn't really care about until seven in the evening. After that, he
would inevitably head to Raven's apartment. He would never bother ringing
the bell; he would simply allow himself in. Of course, Raven never gave him
the key, but it seemed like Julian had his own key ever since the first time
he showed up at Raven's place. Raven never even bothered asking him how he
got the key – the question would be simply ridiculous.

   Julian gave him his usual smile.

   "I know that," he nodded. "And no, I don't have to be anywhere today. I
took the day off."

   "Special occasion?" Raven raised his eyebrow, and Julian smiled again.

   "You could say that," he agreed in his purring manner. He would remind
Raven of a very dangerous feline quite often. "Let's go," he said, and Raven
blinked at that.

   "Go where?" he asked.

   "You'll see," was the answer he received.

   He sighed, flicked his cigarette out of the open window, and followed the
blond outside. They got into Julian's car, and Raven rolled down the window,
lighting another cigarette.

   "Give me one as well," Julian said, and Raven handed him the lit
cigarette. The blond nodded at that with his usual smile, and Raven narrowed
his eyes.

   "You look content," he said after a minute or two.

   "I *am *content," Julian agreed.

   "Huh," Raven said and looked out of the window, figuring that he would
find out why soon enough.

   He was right. Forty-five or so minutes later, Julian parked the car in
front of some big, dark building.

   "What is this place?" Raven asked after he climbed outside.

   "I own this building," the blond said.

   "Looks like a warehouse," Raven noted, following him into the building.

   "It used to be," Julian nodded and pushed the front door open. "Not
anymore, however... I like the location," he added.

   "It's in the middle of nowhere," Raven frowned.

   Julian looked at him.

   "That is exactly why I like it," he smiled again.

   "Okay," Raven thought, following the blond deeper into the building.

   Finally, they got into one of the large rooms, and Raven stopped dead in
his tracks. There were two men handcuffed to the old pipes. Both of them
were stripped naked, and both of them were covered in blood. One of the men
was clearly unconscious. Raven's eyes widened when he immediately recognized
two asswipes who assaulted him on Friday night. He felt a touch on his left
hand, and turned his head. Julian slipped a black leather wristband onto his
slender wrist, and gave Raven another small smile.

   "And here is this," he said and handed Raven the green medallion with
golden sun engraved on it.

   Raven slowly took the medallion and shifted his gaze towards the
asswipes. The conscious one stared at him with disbelief.

   "Now," Julian said. "This is your revenge; therefore, I will do whatever
you want to them. If you think they received enough, I will let them go. If
you feel otherwise, I will do that as well."

   "Oh, God...!" the conscious asswipe started to sob. "Oh, God...!
Please...! I am sorry...! I am so sorry...! Please, don't let him..." he
choked on his own breath, the horror in his eyes making him look almost
demented. "Please...!" he managed again, looking at Raven with raw plea.

   Raven looked at him thoughtfully for several minutes. Then he looked at
Julian, whose expression was bored and somewhat disappointed, as if he
already knew Raven's decision, and regretted it.

   "Finish them," Raven said calmly, ignoring the sobs that emerged from the
asswipe's throat once he heard that. Julian's expression changed
immediately. Now it was curious, somewhat surprised, and quite thoughtful.
Raven gave him a small, lazy smile. "Take your time if you feel like it," he
said and shifted his gaze towards the sobbing asswipe. "You'd better enjoy
it, bitch," he said darkly. "Cause it's gonna last a while..."

   He looked at the sobbing man for another minute, and then he turned
around.

   "I am going to wait outside," he said and headed towards the door. Then
he stopped and looked at the very content blond. "Give me your car keys," he
said. "I'm gonna go get coffee, because I have a feeling that it *will *last
a while," he nodded.

   Julian smiled at that and handed him the keys.

   "Enjoy," Raven said and left the room, ignoring the sobs that started
turning into screams by the time he made it to the exit.

   ...It was good three hours and seven cups of coffee later, when Julian
finally emerged from the building. Raven looked at him, noting the fact that
the blond looked as impeccable as ever – not a single hair was out of place,
as if he didn't spend the last several hours executing two men. Salamander
sat down on the iron bench next to Raven, and Raven handed him the cigarette
he was smoking. The blond smiled at that and took it from the smaller man's
fingers.

   "Look at you," Raven hemmed. "A double fix and it's not even Saturday
yet."

   Julian smiled again.

   "It was a compensation for the last two days," he said in his usual
manner, and Raven blinked at that.

   "What do you mean?" he asked, and Julian looked at him calmly.

   "I was looking for them," he said. "Didn't have time for anything else."

   Raven looked at him very thoughtfully.

   "You surprised me back there," the blond said, and Raven raised an
eyebrow. "I expected you to let them go," Julian continued. "Since they
didn't do anything but beat you up..."

   "I believe in paying back with interest," Raven shrugged.

   "Why didn't you stay?" Julian sounded genuinely interested right now.

   Raven shrugged again.

   "Didn't feel like it," he said, and the blond nodded slowly.

   "I see," he muttered. He smoked silently for a couple of minutes. "You
want to head back to your place?" he asked finally, and Raven looked at him,
unable to stop a slow smile that started to stretch his mouth.

   "Yeah," he said in a low voice. "Yeah, let's..."

   ...It was several hours later, and Raven was pinned to the wall, wearing
nothing but the wristband, with his legs wrapped tightly around moaning
blond's waist. Raven liked this particular position; he liked the feeling of
being completely suspended.

   "Oh, oh, oh...!" he repeated rather loudly and breathlessly while
Salamander kept slamming into his sweet spot with envious precision. "Oh,
God... Harder...! Oh, God, yes...!" he screamed out when the blond eagerly
obliged. "Oh, fuck, Julian...!" he moaned and sunk his teeth into the side
of Salamander's throat, causing the blond to shudder.

   "Shit..." Julian hissed, his eyes half-closed. "Shit... Feels so good...
Fucking you..." he muttered, and those words and shaky, almost desperate
voice, which was nowhere close to blond's usual purring drawl, pushed Raven
to the very edge. He locked his teeth harder on the side of Salamander's
throat, and when he finally tasted blood, he thought very hazily:

   "Goddamn, I'm gonna come just like this...! Holy hell...!"

   "Fuck, Julian..." he mumbled. "Julian... Oh, hell...!"

   "Say my name," the blond muttered in demanding growl. "Say it...!"

   "Julian... Julian... Julian..." Raven stuttered feverishly and blond's
hips picked up speed. "Oh, God..." Raven moaned, feeling an enormous,
tingling, tightening wave of blinding heat building up inside him with very
dangerous speed. "Shit, Julian, I'm co... Aaah...!" was all he managed
before exploding into white oblivion.

   "Fucking hell...!" the blond breathed, caught completely by surprise, and
then he mumbled something else and pushed Raven even harder into the wall
when his entire body started to convulse violently. "Damn...!" he breathed
several minutes later when he was able to speak somewhat coherently.
"Goddamn...!"

   "Mmm," was Raven's muffled reply, his face attached to Julian's neck, his
tongue frantically lapping at the bleeding rather heavily by now throat. His
hips were still jerking slightly, chasing the shimmering, disappearing
echoes of that glorious wave.

   "Goddamn..." Julian muttered again, breathing very fast.

   He never let go of Raven's smaller frame, still pinning him to the wall.
He stood there for several minutes, until he was sure he would be able to
keep his balance, and then he grabbed Raven's still shivering body somewhat
harder, and walked towards the couch. He collapsed on it, and Raven let out
a surprised moan when he ended up on top, his legs caught under Salamander's
weight, still wrapped around blond's waist. He pulled his legs free without
letting go of Julian's throat, getting drunk on his divine blood.

   "We are not that much different after all..." he had a very hazy thought.
"The only difference between us is that I don't like to be hurt, that's
all..."

   That revelation made his head spin even more than it already did. He kept
lapping up the blood, and thought that soon enough, he would probably only
have one day to himself; he had a suspicion that the blond would start
coming to his apartment on Saturdays as well.

   ...He was right. By the end of November, Raven's only day all to himself
was Sunday.

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