Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2010 13:54:15 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: Specter's Gamble - chapter 15

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).



- XV -



   Today was a good day for Werner LeVoughn. It started with him waking up
at seven in the morning, which usually wouldn't be a great thing -- Werner
liked his sleep. This time, however, was different. He woke up from an
amazing dream that he was having. The dream involved Werner himself, Sam
(the spoiled brat told him plain and clear that if Werner were to ever touch
him again, he'd chop his balls off; talk about ungrateful little bastards!),
and none other than Julian Salamander himself. The events in his dream
unraveled rather quickly, and everything was so vivid that when Werner woke
up, he realized that he had a hell of a hard-on -- something that didn't
happen too often. Hell, the last time he got a hard-on without Sam around,
was five years go.

   Werner immediately started taking care of the task at hand (literally),
and when he remembered his dream (Julian was fucking Sam's mouth like there
was no tomorrow), he came so hard that it took him almost twenty minutes to
catch his breath after he was done. His mood skyrocketed after that
(naturally), and by the time Werner got to his office, he felt that the
entire day is going to be simply fantastic.

   Everything was fine until two in the afternoon. That was when Werner's
day got even better. He was reading his newspapers - the glasses kept
sliding to the tip of his meaty nose, and he kept pushing them back up --
when the phone rang. Werner ignored it at first, figuring that Adele (his
secretary) is going to take care of that as she was supposed to. After the
phone rang for the eighth time, Werner started to feel annoyed. Then he
remembered that Adele usually took her lunch around one-thirty every day. He
glanced at the clock and realized that she won't be back for another half an
hour.

   Werner sighed and picked up the phone that kept ringing. Some people
never know when to stop, he thought.

   "Hello!" he barked into the phone, the receiver looking ridiculously
small in his large brown-spotted hand. Werner didn't like those brown spots
on his skin -- he was pale, therefore, the spots really stood out -- but there
was nothing he could do about it.

   "LeVoughn?" the voice on the other end of the line said, and Werner's
heart skipped a couple of beats when he recognized that voice immediately.

   "Gabriel," he said slowly, his mouth twitching with the newborn smile.
The piece-of-shit-all-mighty-and-proud-Rayhe finally caved in, he thought
with dark triumph. He remembered when the damn brat (all the brats were
annoying, including his own) told him on the phone to shove his threats up
his ass, and go lick the Salamanders' boots. *"...They can always use a
bitch like you!" *Werner remembered him saying. "Who is the bitch now?" he
thought when he heard hesitant notes in Rayhe's voice.

  "LeVoughn..." Rayhe said again and cleared his throat. "Werner..." he said
almost forcefully, and Werner smiled. He is using his first name, he
thought. That means that he finally got his tail between his legs, crawling
to Werner, begging for mercy.

   "What can I do for you, Gabriel?" Werner purred into the receiver, his
groin twitching sweetly at the humiliation in Rayhe's voice.

   "I need..." Rayhe cleared his throat again. "I would appreciate it..." he
corrected himself, and Werner smiled again. That's right, he thought. I
don't give a flying shit about what you need. You are going to ask me for a
favor, and you are going to do so nicely.

   "I would appreciate it," Rayhe continued in the same strained voice. "If
you could meet with me... Privately," he added.

   "Privately, eh?" Werner thought. "Privacy could be used for lots of
things..."

   Suddenly, he had an impossibly bright image flash in his head; an image
of Rayhe standing on his knees between Werner's legs, sucking him off
eagerly, and Werner's groin twitched again; more powerfully this time.

   "I don't know..." he said slowly, as if trying to figure out if he has
time for something like this. "Gabriel, I am quite busy lately... Do you
mind telling me what this is about?"

   "I..." Rayhe coughed again. "I have a proposition for you... An offer..."

   The image started to get more obscene and Werner had to shift in his
chair slightly, since his rapidly growing hard-on (the second in one day!)
was starting to make it uncomfortable for him to sit.

   "What offer would that be?" he purred again, his hand mindlessly rubbing
against the bulge in his pants.

   "I am ready to..." Rayhe took a deep breath, as if he was about to plunge
into a waterfall headfirst. "I am ready and willing to give you Specter," he
finished, and Werner blinked. Specter? This was not what he expected, but it
was equally good nevertheless. If Werner gets his hands on Specter, and if
he is the one who delivers him to Julian... The bulge grew bigger.

   "Really..." he said slowly. "Why the change of heart?"

   "I can't..." Rayhe's breath hitched in his throat. "I can't hide
anymore..." he finished in a smaller voice. "I am not going to kill him,
just like I told you before, but I will deliver him to you. He'll be
unconscious, so you can do whatever you please with him."

   Oh, sweet mother... Werner squeezed his eyes shut for a second, his hand
pressing harder against his bulge.

   "All I want is a clean slate," Rayhe was saying meanwhile. "If you could
arrange something with the Salamanders, I would be..." He hesitated again.
"Grateful," he said slowly, and Werner squirmed in his chair.

   "Tell you what..." now it was Werner's turn to clear his throat; his
voice was beyond hoarse. "Tell you what..." he said again. "I could meet you
tonight if you wish... How about eight o'clock?"

   "I'd rather it be later," Rayhe said almost apologetically. "I don't want
to be spotted... Would eleven work for you?"

   Werner smiled.

   "Yes, Gabriel," he said calmly. "Eleven would be fine. Where would you
like to meet?"

   "There is a house..." Rayhe sounded like someone who abandoned all the
hope. "A house behind the old Plaza... It was my father's house..."

   Werner immediately knew what house he was talking about. It wasn't too
big; Rayhe-Senior used it as a guesthouse mostly. Werner almost snorted when
he thought of Rayhe-Senior. Condescending old bastard... Always giving
Werner those little presents for Solstice, his birthday (as if he gave a
damn!), other holidays... Werner always felt like the bastard was laughing
at him; showering him with mock pity and fake smiles; pretending that he
cared about his "faithful accountant" as he called Werner quite often.
Faithful accountant my ass, Werner thought darkly. Rich bastards are always
the same. Rich bastards with `blue' blood are even worse. Rayhe-Junior was
the same as his father -- proud, stubborn, condescending son of a bitch.
Well, the things are going to change tonight, Werner thought. That mouth of
his that used to drive Werner nuts every time that brat opened it (something
selfish and sharp would always come out of that mouth), would be finally put
to good use tonight.

   The house Rayhe was talking about was located behind the old Plaza, which
used to be the *only* Plaza until there was a new one. The new one turned
out to be a hell of lot more popular, and soon enough, the old Plaza simply
ceased to exist. Nobody would come there anymore, so eventually, the entire
place closed down. Werner smiled even wider when he realized that the house
Rayhe was talking about was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. "Nobody
would hear him scream," he thought and closed his eyes when the pressure in
his groin became too much to handle.

   "Yes, Gabriel," he said rather quickly, eager to finish this conversation
already, so he could take care of his bulging business. "I know the place. I
will see you there at eleven tonight."

   "Werner," Rayhe said and the shadow of old steel in his voice was back.
"If you are not alone, the deal is off."

   "I will be alone," Werner said sincerely and he meant it. He didn't want
to share Rayhe's mouth -- or ass for that matter -- with anyone else. Maybe
later, but not tonight, not for the first time.

   "I'll know if there is someone else," Rayhe said quietly.

   "I will be alone," Werner said again. "Gabriel, I have to go. I have
business I need to attend to..."

   Urgent business, come to think of it... He noticed a small wet spot
forming on his pants, right next to the zipper. If it gets any bigger, he
would have to change his pants.

   "Eleven it is," Rayhe said and the line clicked dead.

   Werner quickly walked into his private bathroom (he would run, but
unfortunately, his weight prevented him from doing so), and locked the door
just in case. He was done taking care of business five minutes later; it was
somewhat quick, he had to admit, but the minute he imagined Rayhe on his
knees, he simply couldn't help but erupt into his hand violently.

   He washed his hands after he was done panting, made sure that everything
looked normal -- his clothes, his hair, his face -- and went back into his
office. Just in time too, because the minute he sat down, there was a knock
on his door.

   "Yeah!" he said loudly and the door opened slightly.

   "I am back," Adele announced. "Is there anything you need, master
LeVoughn?"

   "Not at the moment, Adele," he smiled at her. "Everything is under
control."

   The secretary nodded and shut the door. Everything is under control
indeed, Werner smiled. He managed to come hard twice, and it's not even five
in the evening yet. This was definitely a very good day for Werner LeVoughn.
Very good day indeed.