Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2010 19:31:35 -0600
From: Katya_Dee <concertoind@gmail.com>
Subject: Specter's Gamble - chapter 19

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).



- XIX -



            It was a week later when he tapped Jason on the shoulder while
the older man was reading a book.

   "Umm," Desmond said after Jason looked at him with a silent question. "I
think... Umm... Help me," he finished in almost a whisper.

   "Okay," Jason simply nodded and returned to his book.

   `Okay'? That's it? Desmond stood there for a minute or two, feeling like
a complete idiot when Jason just sat on his chair, his nose buried in the
book. Finally, Desmond turned around and went into his room, feeling
completely lost. He didn't know what exactly he expected, but it was
definitely not just a simple nod, `Okay,' and then nothing.

   Later that evening, Desmond was sitting at the kitchen table, eating
spaghetti, when suddenly, he felt Jason's hands on his shoulders. He almost
choked on his spaghetti.

   "Easy," Jason laughed, slapping him on the back when Desmond started to
cough.

   "I guess now is the helping time," Desmond thought when Jason started to
massage his shoulders.

   At first, he was beyond tense -- he couldn't help it. Then finally, after
twenty or so minutes of the shoulders rubbing, he started to feel himself to
relax. He had to admit -- massage felt good. When he relaxed almost
completely, he was startled again when Jason brushed his hair aside and
suddenly, Desmond felt his mouth on the side of his neck. He jerked and
shivered at the same time. The feeling of someone's lips on his neck felt
strange. It was somewhat uncomfortable, since nobody kissed his neck before,
but at the same time, Desmond could feel powerful vibrations the kiss was
sending throughout his entire body.

   Jason kissed him lightly, just brushing his lips over his skin. When his
mouth slid down to the smooth curve of the neck transforming into shoulder,
Desmond gasped. Suddenly, there was some weird tingling that was running all
the way to his toes. Jason pressed his lips a little firmer against that
spot, and Desmond's mouth opened involuntarily. When he felt the other man's
tongue running slowly over his skin, he moaned loudly. And when Jason
nibbled on his neck, Desmond thought that he is about to come undone right
there, on the spot.

   "Come on," Jason said quietly, pulling his face away. "Come on..." and he
ran his fingers through Desmond's hair.

   Desmond got up and followed him, his legs feeling as if they were made
out of clay. They got into Jason's bedroom and Desmond felt uncomfortable
again. He had no idea what to do.

   "Umm..." he said. "So you want me to get undressed or..."

   "No," Jason said and cupped Desmond's face into his palms. Then his mouth
brushed over Desmond's lips and the younger man closed his eyes.

   He has never kissed anyone before. Come to think about it, nobody kissed
him before either. No, he thought hazily, that wasn't true. He remembered
LeAnn placing a light kiss on his forehead once after Desmond helped her
with a particularly nasty load of dirty dishes. That was different, however.
LeAnn's kiss felt motherly somehow. It felt safe and definitely not sensual.

   This felt... Desmond didn't even know how to describe it. He felt Jason's
tongue running over his mouth, and he parted his lips slightly. When Jason's
tongue slipped into his mouth, Desmond shivered again. It was yet another
brand-new sensation. Desmond carefully tried doing exploring of his own and
his tongue timidly brushed across Jason's lips. Jason buried fingers of his
left hand in Desmond's hair while his right hand kept stroking the younger
man's face lightly.

   Later, when Desmond kept replaying the entire scene over and over in his
head, he couldn't even remember how and when they ended up on Jason's bed.
However, there they were; Desmond's back leaning on the pillows, Jason on
top of him, his mouth all over Desmond's face and neck. After what felt like
an eternity, Desmond felt Jason's fingers unbuttoning his shirt. He was
surprised when he didn't feel uncomfortable at all this time. Instead, he
was shaking from all those new sensations that kept shooting through his
body. Jason was right -- hands could only get you that far, he thought.

   He had no idea how he was able to keep himself from exploding into his
own pants for the entire time that Jason kept discovering new ways to make
him squirm and moan. Jason's mouth, his hands, fingers (hell, even his
breath!) created a combination that was driving Desmond's body completely
mad. The tension was back, however, as soon as Jason took his pants off. The
older man immediately felt Desmond tense and he looked at him seriously.

   "Don't force yourself into anything," he said quietly. "If something
hurts or feels uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I'll stop. But do not
force yourself, okay?"

   "Okay..." Desmond muttered.

   Tension slowly crept away after Desmond closed his eyes, losing himself
in the avalanche of sensations and feelings. His length ached and wept to be
touched right now, but Jason would kiss and brush his fingertips all over
Desmond's body but that particular area. When Desmond felt the older man
pull away, he opened his eyes. Jason was lathering his hand with some sort
of lotion. Desmond blinked.

   "What is that for?" he muttered, and Jason kissed his lips instead of
answering.

   "Try to relax," he murmured. "I know it's difficult, but just try, okay?
It'll feel somewhat uncomfortable at first, but it'll pass, I promise... If
you feel like you can't handle it, tell me to stop, okay?"

   "Okay..." Desmond said again, feeling somewhat bewildered.

   He gasped loudly when he felt Jason's finger pressing its way into his
body.

   "Try to relax..." Jason whispered, and Desmond tried his best to do so.
At first, it didn't work; it felt as if his body decided to lock up
permanently. Desmond was about to moan for Jason to stop, to tell him that
it's useless, to say that there was no way he could overcome his body's
reaction, when suddenly, he managed to relax enough for Jason's digit to
finally succeed.

   Jason was right -- it felt uncomfortable. It didn't hurt, but it felt
extremely uncomfortable. Jason started kissing his throat again and it
distracted Desmond somewhat. He wasn't concentrating on the intrusive
feeling only - now he was reacting to the feel of Jason's mouth on his neck
as well.

   "Wh..." he tried saying a little while later. "What are you doing...? It
feels like you are looking for something..."

   "I am," Jason agreed, his voice muffled somewhat from his face being
almost glued to Desmond's neck.

   "What can you possibly find in there...?" Desmond tried to laugh. It
didn't work. "I mean it's just an... Oh my God!!"

   "This," Jason smiled against his throat.

   Desmond couldn't even speak right now. Jason's fingers brushed against
something inside him, and the second it happened, Desmond felt like an
explosion of pure bliss went off in his body. He was moaning loudly and he
didn't even notice that. He started to buck his hips, trying to get those
fingers to brush against the same spot again. Jason knew what he needed, so
he obliged. Desmond didn't even realize that he was impaling himself on
those fingers, rotating his hips, moaning louder than ever. This was
unbelievable. He had no idea that something could feel this good. Jason
pressed harder on that magical spot, rubbing it, and Desmond lost it. He
groaned when his back flew off the mattress and the impossibly powerful
release shook his entire body. He was riding it out for longer than ever,
his breath hitched in his throat, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling all
over. He could feel Jason kissing his neck gently, and that made the whole
thing even better.

   "Wh..." he was finally able to speak somewhat. "What was that...?"

   "That was your prostate," Jason said. "Good spot, huh?"

   "Oh, God..." Desmond breathed. "That was... Oh, God..." he said again,
and Jason laughed.

   "You are one of the lucky ones," Jason said, still smiling.

   "Huh?" Desmond looked at him with puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

   "This sort of stimulation alone can bring you over the edge," Jason
explained. Desmond frowned.

   "You mean, not everyone can do that?"

   "Nope," Jason shook his head. "I can't, for example. I mean it feels
exquisite, yes, but it's just not enough."

   "Huh..." Desmond said thoughtfully. Then he thought of something.
"Oh...!" he said and Jason raised one eyebrow in a silent question. "You
didn't..." Desmond glanced at the other man's hips and Jason shrugged.

   "Don't worry about it," he said. "That's what my hands are for," he added
slyly and Desmond smiled at that.

   "Do you want me to..." he started saying tentatively and Jason
interrupted him.

   "No," he kissed his lips lightly. "Go to sleep. You look like you are
about to pass out. You can sleep in here tonight."

   Desmond *did* feel like he was about to pass out. He nodded and closed
his eyes. Then he opened them a minute later.

   "You didn't go all the way," he muttered and Jason looked at him
seriously. "Why?"

   "Because that would be too much," Jason said simply. "And that would
hurt. I didn't want to hurt you."

  "But you stretched me and all..." Desmond muttered and Jason rolled his
eyes.

   "Usually, a dick is bigger than a finger," he said and Desmond snorted.
"Well," Jason shrugged. "Mine is, anyway... Go to sleep," he commanded with
a half-smile, and this time Desmond kept his eyes closed.

   ...They never went `all the way.' In fact, they never did anything else.
But ever since that night, Desmond felt differently about his own body. He
felt like he was finally cured.



****



            ..."Sorry," Desmond said again and Jason just sighed.

   "I'll do it," he said tiredly.

   "But she knows your face," Desmond frowned. Jason shrugged again.

   "I'll take my chances," he said. "I'll do it tomorrow night."

   ...The next evening Jason left at seven-thirty at night.

   "I'll be back around nine," he said.

   "Okay," Desmond replied in a small voice. "I'm sorry..." he added again,
and Jason waved his hand at him.

   "What's done is done," he grinned. "Next time don't let your dick to make
a decision for you because it'll be a bad one, believe me."

   Desmond felt himself blush weakly and he nodded silently.

   ...It was eleven-thirty at night and Jason wasn't home yet. Desmond
didn't worry about it much -- Jason knew how to take care of himself. He
started to get worried, however, at two in the morning. Suddenly, Jason's
words sounded in his ears. "*That woman is extremely intuitive... And she is
ruthless..."*Desmond's worry started to turn into fear. Finally, around
three in the morning, he went to look for him.

   ...He found him not too far from the same club where Desmond met Lorena
the night before. Jason was sitting on the bench, his shoulders slumped
somewhat, posture stiff. Desmond realized why, when he got closer. Jason's
throat was slit from ear to ear.

   Desmond stood very still, staring at his mentor. He stood there for a
long time. Then, he turned around and went to the same motel where he made
his mistake last night. He walked steadily, not too fast, not too slow. He
looked like someone on autopilot. When he knocked on the door, it opened
almost immediately. Lorena was wearing high-heeled shoes, a very short lacy
bright-red robe, and nothing else. She obviously expected someone else
because the minute she saw Desmond, her eyes flew wide in sincere surprise.

   "Tony!" she exclaimed. That was the name he told her last night.

   Desmond's eyes darted around the room. Maybe it wasn't her, he thought.
Maybe it was someone else; maybe it was... And then he saw Jason's watch
(the damn thing cost a small fortune) on the small bedside table, and he
immediately became very calm. So calm that he felt cold.

   "Tony!" Lorena repeated, her eyes becoming more and more suspicious.
"What's wrong, love?"

   He didn't say anything; he just took one step towards her and placed both
hands on either side of her head. She parted her full lips slightly, clearly
expecting a kiss, and Desmond broke her neck in one quick motion. Then he
let go of her and the body fell on the floor with a dull `Thud!' sound.
Desmond slowly walked towards the bedside table, grabbed the watch, slid it
on his wrist, and walked out of the room.

   ...When he got home, he locked the door, collapsed on his knees, and
started to sob. He never wept harder in his entire life.



****



   He woke up because someone kept calling his name softly, and someone's
fingers kept running gently over his face. He opened his eyes, realizing
that his heart was racing. Gabriel looked at him seriously.

   "What was *this* dream about?" he asked, and Desmond blinked.

   "How do you know it wasn't the same one?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

   "You moaned in a different way," Rayhe answered seriously.

   "Huh..." was all Desmond said to that. Moaned in a different way?
"Hell..." he thought, "...he can tell the difference between my moans while
I am having nightmares...? God..."

   Rayhe looked at him silently, clearly expecting another `I don't want to
talk about it' answer. His eyes widened when Desmond muttered:

   "I dreamt of finding Jason dead..."

   "Who is Jason?" Gabriel asked carefully, and Desmond fell silent for
several minutes.

   "He was my teacher," he said finally.

   Rayhe didn't say anything to that. He just lay down and pulled Desmond
closer. The assassin laid his head on Gabriel's chest and closed his eyes.
He let himself to get emotionally attached, he thought almost indifferently.
Never mind the fact that Rayhe was never one of his marks, it was bad
nevertheless. Emotional attachment never led to anything good, not in his
line of work anyway. Even if he wouldn't get hurt himself, he would
definitely end up hurting Rayhe, and that would be even worse. "You need to
get out," he thought, listening to Gabriel's heartbeat. "You need to leave,
goddammit! Yeah, but if I leave now, the Salamanders will definitely kill
him... They would have by now if I didn't come back for him... Goddammit..."

   The situation sucked big time. He had to figure out how to solve the
Salamanders' problem, and he had to figure it out fast. Because if he waits
much longer, he will not be able to leave Rayhe, and that would lead to
something extremely bad for both of them. "I have to..." he thought and then
he slid into sleep that sneaked up on him, the sound of Rayhe's heartbeat
calming him down better than any lullaby.