Lust for Vengeance Read online

  www.ai-press.net

  Big Deal: Lust for Vengeance ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  Copyright (c) Katsura and Yuramei Edited by Sedonia Guillone

  All art by Yuramei

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously.

  Big Deal Vol. 1

  Lust for Vengeance

  Katsura and Yuramei

  Dedication

  To our dear and wonderful friends, Meena and Jessica, with love and gratitude. This book is for you.

  Acknowledgements

  Without the help and support of many there would be no Big Deal...and that is a big deal.

  Sedonia Guillone, for having faith in us and a heck of an amount of patience, thank you. Our dear friends Hiragi, Earthcop and Feli for their encouragement. And these lovely people who have made it all such fun and a pleasure every step of the way!

  Una Mor, Angelique De Bergerac, Frankie Hawkburn

  Thorn,

  Elizabetha

  Sama,

  Edwin Harlow, Adrik Nevinnyi, Embry Abney, Ravyn Bryce, Aiden Kingston, Asaph Birch, Alice Penski, Tohya Sama, Jo, Andi and many many more. We could not have done this without you very special people.

  Author Note

  Some of the words and places that I have used here may need some explanation for a non UK reader:

  Blow: Marijuana

  Grass: A police informant.

  To grass: To inform to the police or the authorities.

  HMP Barlinnie: Her Majesty's notorious prison in the east end of Glasgow.

  Naw (Scots): No

  Nick: To steal something.

  The Nick : Prison

  Readies: An amount of cash in notes.

  Sleekit (Scots): Sly or cunning.

  Chapter One

  The music that emanated from the CD

  player on the table did little to heighten the mood for the activities on the large, rumpled bed. The blinds were drawn and the semi-darkness made the atmosphere seem all the more seedy. The warmth of the late summer evening added to the cloying nature of the musky odours already permeating the air.

  It was a Spartan room, to say the least.

  Just a few items of furniture and not even a picture to grace the walls or any other surface. What was there however, bore the appearance of quality and smacked of luxury if not taste.

  The brass nameplate on the door read J.

  MacGregor, under which someone had gouged the words fuck you into the wood.

  J for Judas.

  Judas was his real name, but people usually assumed that he was called that by his associates as some sort of nickname that alluded to a betraying nature. His mother told him that he was named after his father. A father that he had never known. She would practically spit this information at him, usually in a drunken slur when she had attempted yet again to drown her sorrows in a few bottles of cheap wine.

  "I named you for that bastard who knocked me up. I took one look at you and saw that Judas."

  It was a statement that had always puzzled the younger Judas. Unlike the classic portrayal of the much maligned apostle as a hook-nosed dark-haired man with what Mrs MacGregor would have described as a sleekit expression, this Judas, who usually preferred to be called Jude, had fair hair and blue eyes. Lately he'd noticed that the fair was turning prematurely grey, but this didn't seem to age him at all. The highlights through the collar-length loose waves, coupled with the piercing eyes, actually made him quite attractive, in an unconventional sort of way. He had a wide full mouth that could slip easily into a smile, usually in lust or in wicked humour.

  Judas slid a second finger next to his first, which was already nestled inside the invitingly tight ass of some sweet twenty-year-old. He parted the digits slightly then looked up into his cheap date's face. The young man's expression changed to one of lust as the fingers moved to make him more ready, a task rendered easier by the fact that his hole was already primed with so much lube. The guy was obviously no virgin. Not judging from the way he had so eagerly spread his legs, at least. But after Judas had to listen to him whine about being ruined when he'd first attempted to enter him using spit alone, out came the trusty Vaseline. Judas had then slathered him copiously with it.

  "Chill out, baby. I won't hurt you, unless you want me to..."

  "Just do it, please!" His name was Moshe, but Judas didn't give a shit about that.

  Everyone

  was baby to him anyway.

  Calling everyone by the same pet name had saved him from many an awkward moment, as in the heat of passion it was considered bad manners to cry out the wrong one. If everyone was baby no one was any the wiser.

  "Okay," he grinned, "you're the boss."

  Judas slowly slid his fingers from the promising grip then moved to lie between the young man's thighs. He wiped his hand on the sheet then rubbed the sheathed tip of his cock against Moshe's now slick entrance, and he pushed the head inside the small opening with relative ease.

  "Mmmm..." He watched the guy's face again. Moshe's lips parted wider, and Judas glanced from the pretty mouth to the rigid cock he had spent the last hour or so teasing mercilessly, first with his fingers and then with his tongue so it strained in readiness to burst at any moment. The head glistened with a sweet pearl of Moshe's fluid which then leaked slowly and somewhat hypnotically down the swollen shaft. This was such a delicious cruelty, and as Judas ran his finger through the drip and traced it back up over the hot skin, he laughed and forced his cock into Moshe's ass just a fraction of an inch more, still intent on playing his little teasing game until the young man ruined it by boldly grasping Judas's hips and practically engulfing the lot of him.

  "God you're a keen little fucker, aren't you?" Judas growled. He pushed Moshe further onto his back and ran his hands over his smooth thighs to raise them up and part them against the guy's thin chest, so allowing Judas to move still deeper inside him. If he wanted it all he was going to get it but on Judas's terms.

  He lied. Judas was the boss really.

  It had been far too easy to persuade the scruffy little blond into the bed. Whatever happened to playing hard to get? After he had taken one look at the expensive jewellery that Judas wore, Moshe had practically sucked him off on the spot.

  Now obviously that was not a bad thing, but totally dispensing with the need for at least a pretence of seduction spoiled the thrill of the chase.

  Of course, normally the haste in which they'd gone from having a drink in the local dive of a pub to screwing on his unmade bed really wouldn't have been a cause for lament, but Judas had been having one of those nights when he was feeling sorry for himself. The times he had come to call his nobody loves me moments. Judas MacGregor had never actually slept with anyone who gave a toss about him.

  "Slow down...slow down..." Moshe gritted his teeth as Judas suddenly thrust his hips faster.

  With an attempt to stifle his irritation, Judas held still for a moment. "Make your mind up, baby! You're putting me off, just enjoy it..." He raised Moshe practically clean off the sheets as he hit hard against him again, and a lustful smile fell across Judas's lips as their flesh met. The loud grunt that they each made on impact gave him a delicious shiver of pleasure and his eyes closed as he savoured the sensation.

  "Yeah...fuck yeah..."

  Moshe trembled, his shoulders now the only part of him that still made contact with the bed. He arched his back and groaned, his fingers reaching to clutch at the

  sheets, the remnants of cheap nail polish visible on his nails. Judas leaned over him more, his breath harsh and rhythmic. His hair dripped sweat and
as it fell to land on Moshe's cheek. The young man let go of the sheets and grasped Judas's slim hips instead, grinding his own in time with them.

  "Oh God...oh God..." Moshe's voice became a little louder, his breath coming in short gasps as the CD skipped a beat and began to stutter its way through to the next song.

  Judas let out a growl and withdrew. He looked down into Moshe's face as he grabbed him by the waist and Moshe stared up at him, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged.

  "Turn over..."

  Although annoyed, as he had been so close to a happy ending before Judas had withdrawn, Moshe did as he was told without complaint. He turned and propped on all fours, his head bowed. Only a soft hiss whispered from between his teeth as Judas once more entered him roughly before he pulled him into an upright position and pressed his chest tight against Moshe's back. Judas slipped his fingers to catch him under one thigh and raise his leg, the cheeks of Moshe's ass spread more in the process.

  "You like it? Huh?" Judas whispered into his ear. A single sharp thrust of his hips allowed him to bury fully inside. "You like it like this?"

  "Y...yes!" Moshe cried out loudly as Judas slipped his fingers around the young man's cock and pumped his fist up and down the taut skin.

  "God you're so tight..." He first licked Moshe's earlobe then took it gently between his teeth, his breath hot against Moshe's salty skin.

  "Ah! Ah! I'm gonna--" Moshe let out a long moan then began to take short, staggered breaths as Judas quickened the pace of his fingers and hips.

  Suddenly, Judas froze. His eyes, which had previously been heavy lidded in lust, snapped wide open as he heard a familiar clicking sound and felt the cold steel of a gun press to the back of his head.

  "Huh?" Instinctively, Judas raised his hands, letting go of Moshe, who now scrambled away from him as though the bed was on fire. While the young man scurried to the safety of the corner, Judas straightened up more, his hands still in the air. He was aware of how ludicrous he must have looked as he kneeled naked on the crumpled sheets with his flagging erection sheathed in a whisky flavoured condom.

  "Fuck..." A myriad of pointless thoughts began to race through his mind. Somehow he had always imagined dying in a blaze of glory wearing a really sharp suit and a fancy pair of shoes. Something to make up for his deeds and his name when he tried to blag his way into Heaven or more likely into Hell. He couldn't believe that he was probably facing his big entrance to the afterlife wearing only a rubber, bought, as it now turned out, as a very ill-timed joke. "I never touched him I swear!

  He came on to me!" He threw a glance at Moshe who now cowered in the corner naked with his hands over his head

  Judas heard the sound of laughter, low and throaty, and the gun snaked almost playfully against his scalp. "You haven't changed at all. Still shafting some brainless whore, eh, bitch?"

  His lips parted in a sudden dawn of realisation, and then he turned a fraction to see the face of his mystery assailant.

  A tall, well-built man looked back at him, smartly dressed in a black suit and tie. His dark brown collar-length hair looked as though it had been freshly washed and cut that morning. Stubble accentuated his chin, not left there from being too lazy to shave; instead it was trimmed in such a way to enhance his strong and handsome features.

  The gun in his hand pointed with a steady aim, and only the mirth in the grey eyes betrayed that he had no intention of pulling the trigger.

  "What the fuck! You asshole!" Judas laughed in relief and turned fully to grip the man by both shoulders. "You fucking asshole, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

  Fergus

  Campbell,

  fresh

  from

  a

  compulsory stay behind the grey stone walls of the notorious HMP Barlinnie, grinned and lowered the gun to his side, looking at Judas in amusement. "Nice moves, Jude. You selfish prick." He shifted his gaze to the now completely deflated erection. "And put some clothes on for Christ's sake, will you?"

  Judas snorted with laughter and slipped from the bed, gathering his clothes, which had been thrown around the room earlier.

  Moshe was doing the same, the previous look of fear on his young and flushed face now replaced with one of angry frustration.

  "You could always pick a lock, Fergie. It was your best feature." Judas thrust the young man's coat into his hands and manoeuvred him towards the door, shoving him unceremoniously out into the hallway where he stood, still half naked and looking a trifle incredulous. "I'll call you, baby. I love you!"

  "Call me?" Moshe struggled into his coat.

  "You are not fucking serious!"

  "Naw come on now." Judas smiled and reached out his hands almost tenderly to gently button Moshe's coat for him. "Let's not part like this. I tell you what. You call me, okay? My number is written on the wall in the gents at the pub under the advert for the STD clinic."

  He made little kissing motions with his lips and then slammed the door in the young man's face, knowing, or at least hoping that he knew, it was probably the last time he would ever see him.

  Judas finished dressing with his back to the door, listening to the muffled swear words that were being shouted at and about him from the hall, and although he found this amusing, the presence of Fergus Campbell in his apartment was taking a little of the enjoyment away.

  A few times in recent months he'd wondered what their reunion would be like. Really none of the scenarios had been anything remotely like this one, most involving them shaking hands briskly in a pub somewhere surrounded by protective goons. There was an uneasy feeling that Judas could never quite manage to shake, that this man, and indeed the rest of the Campbell family, somehow bore him a grudge. But if that was the case then surely his brains would now be splattered all over the wall above his bed just on the spot that he had once earmarked for a carefully positioned mirror.

  Fergus stood and viewed the room with a droll expression, and he lifted up a half empty box of condoms then gave it a pointless little shake. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of fine cigars, the kind that a man who was sparing no expense would buy.

  "So who was that?" He brought one to his lips and lit it, watching Judas, who had now moved to sit on the bed to pull on a pair of snakeskin shoes.

  "I have no idea. Brainless whore like you said. So you are out. If I'd known it was today, I would have come got you. It was today wasn't it?" He looked up at Fergus, wrinkling his nose a little at the smoke from Fergus's cigar.

  Fergus nodded and for a moment their eyes locked in a meaningful way. A long time ago they had been the best of friends, as close as any two people could be.

  Judas broke the stare first, looking down somewhat awkwardly at his shoes. Fergus let out a small laugh before inhaling deeply, and he blew a smoke ring into the air above Judas's head. It sat like an inappropriate halo then vanished when Judas got up to button the cuffs of his red silk shirt.

  "Naw. I could see you had your hands full, you dirty sod. So, nice place you got.

  Roomy." There was a chair opposite the bed and Fergus sat there without being invited to sit. "But then anything looks roomy to me now."

  Judas finished buttoning his shirt. The warm buzz that he savoured from the previous encounter with the young man now evaporated completely like the smoke halo. The mood deflated just like his cock had.

  He walked to the table by the window and lifted a decanter of Lagavulin. "I guess so...fuck," he murmured and poured two glasses. The pleasant gurgling sound announced the golden liquid that would hopefully alleviate some of the fresh chill in the air. A lucky guess, perhaps, that when a man gets out of prison he will have missed certain things. Sex, Judas was not going to give him, but a good swig of decent booze was bound to be right up there on the to do list as well. He handed Fergus a glass and tried to force a smile. "Time flies."

  Fergus accepted the glass and swirled the liquid around and then held it to his nose.

  His eyes closed in obvious appreci
ation of the rich scent. "Maybe for you, Jude.

  For me, not so much."

  Judas suppressed a frown, taking his drink and sitting on the edge of the bed again. It seemed Fergus was not going to let any opportunity to make him feel guilty slip by, and Judas mentally made a note not to apologise to him. But no sooner had he done that than he found an apology slipping out anyway as he couldn't really think of anything else to say. "Sorry I never came to see you...stuff. You know how it is."

  Fergus laughed and shook his head slowly. "Yeah. In five years you couldn't make the time. Don't worry about it." He smiled then inhaled again on the cigar, watching Judas with an expression that could have been either sarcasm or hatred.

  Judas couldn't quite decide which, but neither option would lift the atmosphere that had now settled firmly across the room. Fergus's lips widened into a smile that had no warmth and he dropped the cigar into the fine and expensive single malt that sat slumming it in the bottom of the unworthy glass. "So, where's a guy to get some decent action now?"

  Of course Judas had already surmised that the recently released would be hankering after some tail, but Fergus had always been the more stable one amongst them, and Judas's eyes flitted to the wedding ring the man wore. A thick band of gold against his tan skin.

  "Surely you'll like...want to get home, eh?

  Just out of prison...you must have missed--

  "

  "Naw." Fergus got to his feet, smoothed his hands down the lapels of his jacket and lifted himself to his full height with an expression of arrogance. "Missus can wait."

  Chapter Two

  Fergus Campbell didn't think it possible that a place could change so much in just five years, but it really had. Perhaps it wasn't just the place that had changed.

  Maybe he had changed too. Before prison, he would never have considered going somewhere to pay for sex. He was good looking and he'd never had to pay for it before. In fact, there'd never been any shortage of girls eager to get into his bed.

  Then later on of course, the place in his bed was filled by one and one alone. That was how he liked it. He was not like Judas who seemed to think that if you slept with someone twice it was some kind of faux pas and went through partners like some people go through cigarettes.