Lust for Vengeance Page 5

  "Maybe..." Of course he would like nothing more, and his cock appeared to agree. Unable to wait any longer, Fergus slid one arm around Mikhail's waist and pulled him close, so close that he could feel the other man's breath on his lips. He truly wanted to kiss him, but he waited to see if Mikhail would kiss him first. A legacy from his life as a straight man. If Mikhail kissed him first Fergus would know for sure that he really wanted it.

  Mikhail's eyes had a dreamy appearance and his lips parted to let out a sigh, but still he didn't seem to be making any move other than the gentle gliding of his fingers on Fergus's thigh.

  It was practically unbearable being this close and not having their lips touch, so Fergus decided to be bold. He pressed his mouth to Mikhail's and kissed him like he had longed to kiss someone since getting out of prison. All of his recent intimacy with Hugo had felt awkward and forced.

  They had been apart for far too long.

  When his lips had planted onto Sacha's lips he had barely felt a thing, even though the boy was obviously very skilled at kissing. But Fergus had only really been doing what he felt was expected of him.

  Now this was truly what he had wanted.

  The passion, the desire, the hot feeling of his own lips working against Mikhail's to part them and allow his tongue to writhe in there, fluid and serpentine.

  A shattering sound distracted Fergus for only a moment. Mikhail had dropped his wineglass. So careful had he been before not to spill a single drop only to let the whole lot tumble, glass and all. It hit against the carpet with a thud and shed its claret contents like a bloodstain.

  Dispensing with the pretence of courtesy now, Fergus pulled at Mikhail's shirt to remove it, startled momentarily as a few of the buttons ripped off in his haste and flew in all directions. Mikhail didn't seem to notice this or if he did, he didn't appear to care. The time for waiting and holding back was over and Fergus wanted nothing more than for them to be tangled together in their obvious lust. It was clear that Mikhail felt the same as he made no sign of protest when his beautiful but now buttonless shirt was tossed casually to the floor.

  Irresistibly Mikhail's hands slipped up Fergus's arms and rested firmly on his shoulders, drawing him forward. Fergus realised with delight that Mikhail was trying to lie back on the sofa and pull him on top of him. When he had chosen the furniture for this room years ago with Judas, it had been Judas's idea to have a sofa that converted into a bed. He'd said that it would be useful if they were working late and needed a place to crash.

  Of course Fergus knew that he had wanted it simply as a convenient place to fuck the dancers, but he hadn't objected. After all, it could still be used as a sofa. Now he mentally thanked his partner for the astuteness of his idea as he pulled Mikhail to his feet only for the short time it took to flip the sofa into a bed and then lay him down again. Fergus slid his fingers over him rather greedily and complied with Mikhail's obvious wish to have Fergus lie on top.

  Mikhail's thigh slipped up and down, brushing against Fergus's hip, and then his surprisingly bold fingers slipped to the bulge at Fergus's crotch. His thumb and forefinger firmed around the erection he found there and from the delighted moan that escaped him, Fergus was reassured to find that Mikhail seemed impressed. He rocked his hips gently back and forth and watched Mikhail's eyelids flutter with desire as the hard cock slipped over his trembling palm.

  The soft and fragrant skin of Mikhail's neck begged to be kissed, and Fergus whispered as he moved his lips there, "Tell me you want me." Stubble from his chin scratched the other man's cheek and his fingers skimmed across his chest to find his nipple. He teased it erect while still rocking his hips to allow Mikhail a delicious preview of what to expect.

  "I want you." Mikhail trembled and lay back more, raising his hips slightly and allowing Fergus to help him out of his trousers and shorts. Fergus then slipped his fingers, without any hesitation, to stroke the sweet and secret softness of Mikhail's entrance, and Mikhail gasped and arched his back in response. The puckered skin pressed against Fergus's fingertip like a kiss as he penetrated Mikhail by just a fraction.

  It was a guileful taste of the pleasure that was about to be his and the strong muscles grasped him so tightly that Fergus ached to have his cock there instead.

  Looking down and seeing Mikhail in such surrender, his legs parted and ready, was almost too much. Fergus wanted to explore this beautiful creature in so many tempting ways, but he knew that he hadn't the self-control right now. Carefully, he withdrew his finger and stood to undress, thrilled by the hungry way in which Mikhail's eyes roved across his exposed flesh. Of course Fergus knew that he had a good body, he had worked hard enough to get it, but to be appreciated so obviously was such a turn on. He smirked as he let his shorts slip over his hips and drop to the floor. The pretty blue eyes widened, then remained fixed on his strong, thick and now fully erect cock. He reached down and grasped the shaft, and then wasting no more time, he lay on top of Mikhail again. He forced his cock roughly against where his fingers had just played, not to tease this time but to slide the head fully inside.

  Fergus had been right about how blissful this would feel, and he stayed like that for a moment just savouring being inside Mikhail, gazing into his eyes to capture that moment of submission. Mikhail stared up at him, his mouth slightly open and his lips quivering, and Fergus could almost feel the man's ache for him. He felt the tight ring of muscle twitch in a demanding way around his cock and betray him. So Fergus let him wait no more and he rocked his hips, the pre cum that had already leaked from the tip of his cock lubricating the path beautifully.

  Mikhail let out a gasp and moved his legs around Fergus's hips and rocked too, clearly eager to take more of him. Fergus grasped Mikhail's hips and raised him more, thrusting harder to sink deeper into him. He once more gazed at that beautiful face, those long lashes brushing the blushing cheeks, and he wanted to cry out but suppressed it. Fergus never took his eyes from him, in case he would miss the sweet expression of Mikhail's climax.

  The flush of colour that covered Mikhail's cheeks and chest deepened and his perfect white teeth bit against his reddened lower lip.

  Mikhail was obviously near to his peak now, and Fergus tried to keep his movements steady and rhythmic to hasten him closer still. Suddenly Mikhail parted his lips wider and let out a deep moan, so completely lost in his pleasure. Fergus ran one hand along the thigh that was squeezing more tightly and had moved up and around his waist.

  "You are so smooth," Fergus murmured these words breathlessly as though to touch Mikhail's skin was the most erotic feeling in the world and right now, it really was. They pressed so tight together, Fergus burying as deep as he could into him and he felt Mikhail's cock rub against the taut skin of his abdomen, then explode copiously between them. Mikhail was beautiful before but he looked like an angel now, his face an expression of ecstasy. Fergus took a few more deep thrusts then came too, his cock pulsing against the tight walls of Mikhail's passage.

  He

  felt

  those

  beautifully

  manicured fingernails almost claw at his shoulders and he rocked with him, feeling that gloriously awaited wetness between them and giving into the sweetest feeling of satisfaction that he had experienced in such a very long time.

  When they finally collapsed together, spent and still joined, Fergus rested his head on the other man's chest, and as though Mikhail knew that he wanted this, he felt his slim fingers stoke his hair. It was soothing and wonderful and Fergus closed his eyes in bliss. Although they had just met, the natural way in which they had just had sex made it seem as though they had known each other for years. The heartbeat that was calming slowly in Mikhail's chest lulled Fergus and drew him into a perfect, liberating and blissfully dreamless sleep.

  Mikhail opened his eyes. Fergus was still lying on top of him, asleep. With a touch to Fergus's soft hair, Mikhail smiled and tried to shift a little. The short stabbing pain in his rear reminded him of the previous n
ight, and he blushed. Mikhail was a man who spent all of his life aiding the pursuit of the satisfaction of others, yet he rarely got the chance to be satisfied himself. Most people might find that surprising. He was surrounded by beautiful young men day and night but would never touch any of them. That would be an abuse of the position that he held and as such simply unacceptable.

  Also, he really was not interested in the charms of a younger man. Much like Fergus

  he

  preferred

  maturity.

  But

  obviously unlike Fergus, he preferred manliness. Someone like the man who was lying on him now, strong and slightly brutish.

  Mikhail had noticed that occasionally patrons and even some of the courtesans would set their sights on him. Such attention was just a peril of the profession.

  He had learned to politely decline the advances of those like Mr MacGregor, who seemed to think that he trained the boys personally and so would be highly skilled himself. A sort of wanting to be with the organ grinder as opposed to being with the monkey, and it was not to say that he did not have certain skills of his own.

  But he was the first to admit that he would never have made it as a courtesan. He was smart and had the good sense to see that the career was a very short lived one. The older you got the less likely it was that you could make enough money to pay for your room. You would then end up on the street and be at the mercy of some pimp or crook who took an interest in you.

  It was for this reason he preferred that the boys who took rooms with him were students, and at the interview they we not asked about the sexual talents that they had--their youth was attractive enough to lure clients--and instead they were asked about what plans they had for a future career. Where did they see themselves in ten years? The ones who responded with the desire to be lawyers and doctors, and truly there were some, made the best courtesans.

  Sacha was highly intelligent and came from a very well-to-do family, but he never expressed any desire to have a high flying career. He wanted to be like Mikhail and run a brothel, and Mikhail knew that it was because the boy had a crush on him and idolised him to some extent. But no, someone like Sacha would never interest Mikhail. Mikhail liked men.

  Fergus lifted up his head and looked into Mikhail's eyes. "Morning." He smiled, his eyes creased at the corners in such a sweet way, and Mikhail let out a small and rather happy sounding sigh. Men just like this one.

  "Good morning." Mikhail kept his voice to practically a whisper, captured by the wonderful feeling of intimacy between them.

  "I wasn't too heavy...lying on you?" A curl of Mikhail's hair had strayed to his forehead, and Fergus reached out his hand to stroke it away, his fingers feeling surprisingly gentle considering how rough he had been the previous night.

  "No, not at all." They leaned close to kiss and just as their lips touched Fergus's mobile rang. He looked at Mikhail with apology then reached over to lift it from the pocket of his discarded trousers.

  "Hey!" Fergus spoke a little gruffly into the phone as he got up slowly to retrieve the rest of his clothing.

  Mikhail watched him, playing his finger across his lips as he admired the man's physique. He had heard that sometimes in prison men would get bored and take up weight lifting to pass some of the time, and he mused on this as the reason for the finely toned muscles on Fergus's chest and arms. The phone was pressed between his cheek and his shoulder as he repeated, "u-huh" once in a while in a monotonous tone.

  He was truly stunning to look at. Well-built and dark, like something straight out of a romance novel, and Mikhail never thought such men really existed other than in his dreams. He was more used in his line of work to the overworked, undersexed middle-aged balding types for whom paying for it was really the only option. This man was the type who could have anyone.

  Mikhail sat up and sensed, as Fergus buttoned his shirt cuffs, that he was preparing to leave. There would be no sly glances over breakfast, no playfully entwined fingers, and he pouted his lips a fraction, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger. The previous evening had not been a disappointment, but missing out on the chance to have seconds was, and despite the sweet little ache in his ass he longed once more to have Fergus inside him.

  "I'm sorry." Fergus snapped the phone closed, "I am going to have to go."

  He looked unhappy too and approached the sofa, where he leaned and placed a soft kiss on Mikhail's forehead. The rough stubble on Fergus's chin as it grazed Mikhail's skin sent a ripple of desire through him.

  "Thank you for the nice time." Mikhail reached over and grasped the other man's tie. He held it between his fingers in a playful attempt to keep Fergus with him even for only a moment longer.

  "No. Thank you." The tie slipped through Mikhail's grasp as Fergus pulled on his coat, once more with a look of apology.

  "Take your time leaving, okay? No one will interrupt you here."

  His fingers brushed gently against Mikhail's cheek and he smiled again. "You will hear from me."

  For some reason, and he really didn't understand why, Mikhail had the sudden feeling that Fergus wasn't being entirely genuine with him, but he smiled anyway and replied softly, "I will look forward to it."

  * * *

  Fergus poured himself an orange juice and walked around the kitchen with his phone once more pressed against his ear, listening to Judas ramble on about some party he wanted to organise for Vinny.

  Vinny who had gone to prison at the same time as Fergus after being busted on the same job and who was due to come out soon.

  "Aren't you a bit ahead of yourself, Jude?"

  These days it seemed there was always something to be organised or some old business contact to get reacquainted with.

  Did no one ever appreciate that all Fergus craved was a little peace?

  "Fuck sake really? Well good for him.

  Vinny is a decent guy." Judas had the cheek to agree with this statement and that just served to rile Fergus more. His phone was beginning to annoy him and not only for interrupting his morning with the beautiful Mikhail. Hugo could keep tabs on him with it. People would call him day or night thinking that he had no right to privacy, and sometimes he could see the damn thing far enough.

  Hugo sat at the table, his black hair tousled into curls about his pale slim face, the tiny scars which surrounded his mouth barely visible now. When he was younger he had been in a very serious accident, something that had been entirely his own fault. He had emptied the contents of his father's drinks cabinet, then seemed to think that it was a good idea to go for a spin in the old man's Porsche. Of course this had turned out to be even more stupid than drinking all of the whisky because when he had taken a sharp swerve to avoid a deer on a winding country road, he had completely lost control of the vehicle. The car hit a large oak tree and Hugo

  went

  straight

  through

  the

  windscreen. At the time it was all considered a disaster as his face had taken the full force of the damage. But Hugo, an opportunist even then, had used the chance to get a nose job, and although he gained a few scars like the ones around his mouth, he also gained a more pleasing profile.

  Fergus looked at him, not noticing the pleasing profile while Judas continued to ramble on about Vinny. Judas had some nerve talking about Vinny, who had gone to prison for a job he had never even been on. Vinny had been at the hideout flat in bed with some guy when it all went belly up for Fergus and Judas. Or at least should have gone belly up for Judas.

  Fergus sighed.

  Hugo had a glass of wine in his hand.

  Fuck sake, it was ten in the morning and he was drinking already. Fergus had the urge to slap him in the face.

  Hugo appeared to notice the look that Fergus was giving the wine glass, and he sat up straighter. He raised his chin and his glass in an obvious act of defiance. "Is it too much to ask that you say if you will be out all night?"

  Fergus turned his back and spoke into th
e phone, his voice sounding cheerful and carefree, not at all like how he was actually feeling. Hugo and Judas were both annoying him, but he was determined not to let either of them get the better of him. "Yeah, yeah, Jude, course. All the boys will want to be there. When? In two weeks?" He heard the chair creak, the one that Hugo was sitting on. He glanced back but Hugo hadn't got to his feet.

  Hugo was just sitting there still looking at him with accusation. "Are you even listening to me?"

  Fergus continued to ignore him and spoke a little more loudly into the phone. "Well if he is anything like me I know what I wanted on my first night out. Something warm and friendly." He glanced at Hugo to see if what he said had registered with him. Apparently it had. "Ha ha, yeah.

  Young, warm and friendly."

  "You are making fun of me," Hugo hissed, his dark eyes narrowing and Fergus wondered at what point he had decided in his vicious little head that it was okay to look at him like that.

  "Would you excuse me a moment, Jude?"

  Fergus spoke politely knowing full well that it gave what he was about to do greater clout. Holding the phone down by his side with one hand, he raised the other and slapped Hugo full force across the cheek. The sound of the impact echoed around the room, and Hugo was knocked to the floor by the force of the blow. His wine glass fell and shattered against the polished wooden floorboards. His little dog first yelped then started to yap incessantly. "Will you shut the fuck up when I am talking business? And if you don't shut that mutt up I'll do it for you, okay?" He glared down at Hugo, who sat stunned on the floor with his palm pressed to his cheek. Fergus prepared to sound cheerful again and lifted the phone to his lips. "Sorry about that, Jude, some annoying thing...a fight? Well, yeah that might be good. I have been hearing about some new guy around. Rasputin mentioned him. He's meant to be good."

  He glanced back down on the floor again to where Hugo had now shifted to a sitting position, his dog cradled in his arms as he kissed its head. A piece of glass crunched noisily under Fergus's shoe and he scowled with irritation.