Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 08:36:27 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: Specter's Gamble - chapter 13

This is a work of fiction; all the resemblances are completely accidental. I
am the one who owns all the ideas and characters in the story. Contains
violence and descriptive sexual scenes between two males. If you are not
supposed to read it, don't do so. Feel free to e-mail me with praises or
insults (former preferred).



 XIII -



            He woke up several hours later because of someone's strained
moan. Desmond opened his eyes and stretched his arms sweetly. God, it felt
good to be out of the damn cuffs finally! Gabriel was sitting on the couch
and he looked like the definition of `confused.'

   "Where are we?" he asked finally.

   "My apartment," Desmond got up and opened the window slightly to let some
air in. "Good thing that I covered the rent for the next couple of months,
huh?"

   "Your apartment?" Rayhe frowned. "You said you didn't know any place..."

   "Yeah," Desmond nodded. "I lied."

   "Huh," was all Gabriel said. He thought about something for a couple of
minutes, his expression even more confused. "How did I get here?" he asked
finally.

   "You flew," Desmond said seriously. "It was a beautiful sight," he nodded
energetically.

   Rayhe blinked at that.

   "You brought me here?" he asked slowly.

   Desmond sighed.

   "Yes," he said patiently. "I brought you here... You are heavy as hell,
by the way," he added.

   "I thought you left..." Gabriel muttered. "I took the cuffs off, didn't
I?"

   "Yes, you took the cuffs off," Desmond nodded again. "And I did leave."

   "You came back..." Rayhe looked almost astonished. Desmond sighed once
more.

   "Do you get off on stating the obvious?" he asked.

  "Huh," Gabriel said and stood up.

   "Oh, hey, what are you doing?" Desmond started towards him.

   "Getting off the couch," Rayhe said in a puzzled voice. "Why?"

   "Sit down," Desmond commanded. "If he pumped you with the shit I think he
did, you'll..."

   "I am fine..." Gabriel started saying when his knees buckled and he fell
on the floor with a surprised `Oomph!' exclamation.

   "...do that," Desmond nodded.

   "What the hell..." Rayhe said incredulously. "What the hell...?"

   Desmond sighed and pulled him up.

   "It's a drug that messes up your motor skills," he explained, pushing
Gabriel back onto the couch. "It knocks you out for a couple of hours, and
when you wake up, you can't walk, and you have somewhat limited usage of
your arms. Mostly hits the leg muscles though."

   Gabriel frowned again.

   "I feel fine," he said slowly. "There is no pain, nothing... And I
feel..." he thought for a second. "Fine," he finished with a shrug.

   "Yeah," Desmond nodded. "It doesn't cause any pain. It does, however,
heighten the sensations."

   "What's the point of this?" Rayhe shook his head impatiently, the
`I-am-confused' expression never leaving his face.

   "Used for tortures mostly," Desmond said indifferently. "Some people like
to inflict their own pain without any intervention from the chemicals. Power
trip of a sort, I suppose," he shrugged. "And as I said, this drug heightens
your senses; everything feels more than usual. You can't move, really, which
means they don't even have to tie you up... You'd be experiencing the levels
of pain you never thought were possible, and all you'd be able to do, would
be screaming."

   "Have you used this drug before?" Gabriel asked quietly.

   "Yeah," Desmond nodded as indifferently as before. "Several times, when
the clients requested it..."

   Rayhe's eyes darkened a little.

   "I never participated in the torturing part though," Desmond finished.
"Had a couple of requests like that. Declined them," he shrugged again. "Too
messy."

   "Messy," Gabriel muttered. "Right... When it hit me," he remembered
suddenly. "It felt really cold. Why was that?"

   "Because it's usually injected through the icicle," Desmond explained.
"The water makes it kick in faster. I am not sure why. Chemical reaction, I
suppose... That and the icicle is actually an old trick. It melts,
therefore, there is no evidence left. No needles, no nothing. Convenient,"
he finished.

   "Very," Rayhe muttered. "How long does it take to wear off?"

   "Depends on the dosage," Desmond shrugged. "Usually takes eight or so
hours, give or take, but in your case... I am pretty sure he gave you more
than the average dose, so it'll be about twelve hours before it wears off.
You should be fine by eight in the morning. Nine, for sure."

   "What time is it?"

   Desmond glanced at the clock.

   "Five," he replied, and suddenly, there was a funny expression on his
face. Rayhe narrowed his eyes.

   "What?" he demanded.

   Desmond sat on the couch next to him.

   "Remember how I said that this drug heightens the sensations?" he asked
in a low voice.

   "Uh huh," Gabriel said carefully. "You also said that it's used mostly
for tortures..."

   "Yeah," Desmond agreed, and suddenly he mounted Rayhe's hips. " `Mostly'
being the keyword," he muttered, leaning forward and slowly licking the side
of Gabriel's throat.

   Rayhe's eyes flew wide open, and his back lifted off the couch.

   "Oh, God..." he breathed. Desmond grinned and nibbled on his neck.
"Ohh..." Gabriel looked like he was about to pass out.

   Desmond kept licking and nibbling on Rayhe's neck while his fingers
started to unbutton the other man's shirt. Gabriel was making sounds in the
back of his throat he didn't think he was even able to make. The assassin
was right when he said the damn drug heightened the sensations. This felt
like everything was magnified times ten; he had no idea it was even possible
to experience something like this. When Desmond pulled off his shirt and
started trailing down his chest with his tongue, Gabriel thought that he was
going to lose it for sure.

   "Oh my freaking God..." he muttered, his eyes rolling back into his
skull. "Ohhh... Oh my God..."

   Desmond pulled off Rayhe's pants and got rid of his own shirt as well,
without even bothering to unbutton it. He simply pulled it over his head and
threw it on the floor. When his mouth latched onto one of Rayhe's nipples,
Gabriel's body shuddered head to toe. It felt as if an electric current shot
down his spine. He buried his fingers in Desmond's hair and threw his head
back when the assassin did something indescribable with his tongue.

   Suddenly, Desmond pulled away and got off the couch.

   "Whe..." Rayhe's speaking abilities kept diminishing with each passing
second. "Whe..." he coughed. "Where are you going?" he managed finally, and
Desmond grinned.

   "Be right back," he said in a low voice.

   Gabriel closed his eyes and tried to calm his heartbeat down somewhat. He
didn't want to pass out for real. He heard Desmond rummage through something
in the kitchen, and then he heard the fridge door open and close. Finally,
the assassin came back and he was holding a small bowl in his hands. Gabriel
looked at him quizzically but Desmond just smiled at him and said nothing.

   "What's in the bowl?" Rayhe asked, his voice hoarse. Desmond smiled
again. "I know that it's something that is going to end up on my body,"
Gabriel said. "What's in the bowl?"

   Desmond turned away slightly, making sure Rayhe couldn't see what he took
out of the said bowl and put in his mouth.

   "If this is some hot sauce that will make me burn..." Gabriel started
saying in a dangerous voice when Desmond lowered his face towards his hips.
The only sound that came out of Rayhe's mouth was a high-pitched yelp. Ice,
he thought while his body was getting very close to overload. He has an ice
cube in his mouth... The combination of warm and cold was almost unbearable.
Gabriel couldn't tell if it was driving him crazy with pleasure or if it was
killing him with discomfort. It was an insane combination of both, and
Gabriel couldn't tell which one was winning.

   "S... Stop..." he stuttered finally. "I can't... Too much...Please,
stop..."

   Desmond glanced at him, and when he saw the raw plea in Rayhe's eyes, he
stopped, pulled away, and crushed the ice cube with his teeth. He swallowed
the ice and pulled off his own pants finally. Rayhe was able to hem
contentedly when he saw that the assassin was pretty much as ready as him.
Desmond noticed the look and shrugged.

   "You think it's easy for me to look at you when you are like this?" he
asked, and suddenly he mounted Rayhe's hips again, impaling himself on the
other man's body. Gabriel's head flew back and he screamed, not even being
able to think; all he was able to do right now was feel, and all those
sensations were driving him insane. After a while, he reached for Desmond,
praying silently that `limited usage of the arms' is not going to be too
limited. Desmond shot him a warning look and Gabriel muttered:

   "I... I want you to come with me... And I'm not gonna last much
longer..."

   The assassin nodded stiffly, and closed his eyes when Rayhe's fingers
wrapped around him, stroking in the same rhythm with his own movements. He
knew that Gabriel's body was in overdrive right now, but he was surprised
when he realized that he was getting closer and closer to the edge himself.
"He is the one in overdrive," he thought. "And yet, you are going to be the
one who comes first..."

   "Desmond..." Gabriel muttered and the assassin opened his eyes.
"Desmond..." Rayhe repeated. He looked like he was lost in his own world
right now, which was probably the case. "Desmond... Desmond... Desmond... Oh
God, Desmond...!"

   Hearing Gabriel scream his name out, drove Desmond over the edge. He
groaned when the release overtook him, his head falling back, eyes closed,
his entire body shuddering.

   "Des...!" Rayhe howled and then his back lifted off the couch in the
impossible arch, and Desmond could feel his spasms echoing his own.

   When Desmond could see clearly again, he lowered himself on top of Rayhe
who was still twitching with his eyes squeezed shut, his back still arching.
The assassin stroke his neck with his fingers.

   "Easy," he muttered. "Easy..."

   Finally, Gabriel's body started to relax and he slowly opened his eyes.

   "Oh, God..." he said weakly. "I think I blacked out for a minute..."

   Desmond laughed softly.

   "Yeah," he agreed. "I think you did too..."

   "Oh, God..." Rayhe repeated and buried his face in Desmond's hair when
the assassin pressed his face into his neck.

   "I never knew that hearing someone scream your name out could do that..."
Desmond muttered into Gabriel's throat.

   "You surely had people call your name out before," Rayhe said slowly, and
Desmond raised his head.

   "Never had," he smiled. "I never told anyone my real name before..."

   Gabriel just looked at him silently, and when Desmond buried his face in
his neck again, he closed his eyes.

   "Could you get more of this drug?" he asked finally, and Desmond raised
his head once more.

   "I could..." he said slowly. "I wouldn't use it again if I were you
though... From what I've heard, this shit is addictive, and eventually
you'll stop enjoying the normal way..."

   "I wasn't thinking of using it on myself," Rayhe said in a low voice. "I
was thinking of using it on you."

   Desmond felt a slow smile stretching his mouth.

   "Yeah," he nodded. "I can get more..."