Into the Lion's Den (16 page)

“I'm OK”

“Fucking with the Russian?”

“Mind your business, Asshole!”

“That short?”

“Fuck you!”

“I offered and you didn't want. Now weep.”

“Federico, this is serious. I'm worried about you.”

“Guntram, I'm in another country, going to Paris to my father's and his new bimbo. Perhaps you're right; I should be very afraid.”

“How can you be so shallow?”

“After you finish fucking with the Russian and I the Parisian girls, why don't we meet in the continent and we fuck some more? Now that you play on the other side, I can show you a world of pleasure.”

“Fefo, you were kicked out of the Blockbuster for not returning the movies. I doubt you know enough French as to rent one for you.”

“Lie to yourself Guntram, lie to yourself.”

A soft knock in the door made Guntram stop to write his answer and went to open the door to find Constantin there. Without any kind of warning, his arms quickly took the boy by the waist and pulled him against his body, kissing him deeply, enjoying how his angel returned his kisses with matching ardour. Not truly caring any longer, he half carried the boy inside the bedroom and both fell on the bed kissing deeper than before.

The croak of the bird nearly made Constantin jump. “What's that?”

“The messenger. I was speaking with a friend. He might be worried that I was not answering him.”

“Get rid of him,” he ordered mildly, kissing the young man's neck.

“Don't we have to go downstairs?”

“Damn, I forgot Boris!” Constantin cursed very frustrated that his more than probably party time had been cancelled due to a prior engagement. “We'll go now, and later I will come here, my angel. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“I also Constantin,” Guntram stuttered with a look of pure terror in his eyes when he understood what the man wanted to do. He gulped very loudly.

“My angel, you look like the deer in front of the lights,” Constantin sighed. “If you want, we share the bed as kissing or sleeping together and we'll see if something more comes up.”

“I hope something does come up,” Guntram joked, relieved that the man was not cornering nor pressing him.

“You shameless brat!” Constantin shouted falsely shocked. “You'll see in a few hours,” he whispered in the boy's ear, licking and enjoying how his angel was unwillingly shuddering. Guntram found himself once more lost in Constantin's dark eyes.

Once more the bird's squawk broke the spell. “Get rid of him or I'll strangle that bird.”

“You can't; it's in the program. You'll be fighting against Microsoft,” Guntram laughed, leaving the bed to write: “see you later, Fefo.”

“Asshole!” was the immediate answer.

“What does he tell?” Constantin asked feigning indifference, just to check later if his angel was truthful or not. Trust was good, but checking never hurt anyone.

“Nothing important. Shall we have dinner?”

“Sure,” Constantin said. 'Massaiev should take a look at it.'

After dinner, Guntram felt relaxed and very happy to be in Constantin's and his cousin Boris Malchenko's company, who had lived all his life in Paris and was returning to Smolensk only after 1992. Both men were educated and seemed to have a long lasting friendship. Malchenko was kind to him asking him about his impressions on the city and telling him that he should go to Paris for a few weeks just to see the Louvre. “After all, your country seems to be in a complete turmoil for the next months. I doubt your University will start again in March or that you could present your tests.”

“I'm not sure.”

“Guntram, it's Paris. All young men want to go there. You can stay at Place Vendôme and from there it's only a short walk toward the Louvre or the Quai d'Orsay. You will learn a lot just by looking at the Great Masters.”

Constantin said in a voice that left no doubts or place for arguments.

“But this time, I'll keep your drawings. Constantin told me he made £6,000 with them.” Malchenko laughed.

“At least, he will not deplete my resources buying fancy papers,” Constantin laughed in unison with his cousin. “Although I should protect my morning newspapers.”

“Or the Marks and Spencer catalogue!” Malchenko added with a thunderous laughter, remembering how his cousin had been on the brink of a nervous breakdown when he had opened the box and saw the boy's studies of a woman, some children and dogs, all of them of a very good quality according to two different merchants. Finally, he had controlled his temper, after a stormy week for all his underlings and chose the twenty-four he liked most, framed them and offered the lot to one of his dealers. The man immediately offered £4,500 but Constantin had dribbled till the

£6,500.

“We should count the paper sheets every morning, Boris. That's the only way we can be sure he throws nothing to the garbage can.”

“Constantin, those drawings were meant to go into the rubbish bin. Those were only sketches.”

“Guntram, let's not discuss your appraisal abilities or we will argue,” Repin said in a half joking, half serious voice. “We should go to sleep now, it's getting late and we have to work tomorrow.” He finished the conversation rising from his seat and pulling Guntram along by his hand.

Guntram was very shocked when Constantin laced his arm around his waist and pulled him against his chest, kissing his neck. He blushed for that display of affection in front of another man, expecting his contempt, but Malchenko only smiled.

In the corridor and when his cousin disappeared into his own bedroom, Constantin renewed his kisses over Guntram's lips, more feverishly than before “My bed or yours?” He whispered to the dazed boy. “Yours.” “Good choice.”

The master bedroom was bigger than his own and the bed—much to Guntram's chagrin—seemed to be large enough to fit four or five people and had a big balcony over the garden. The boy's jacket was thrown in a heap over a corner while the Russian continued to ravish his angel, fighting against his tie and shirt. “Stop, Constantin, you're either going to strangle me or destroy it,” Guntram said raggedly as he removed the man's jacket more delicately.

“I'm dying for you,” he whispered, taking the boy's head with his hands, getting lost in his blue eyes and soft and timid smile.

“I do want you, my friend,” Guntram decided and kissed the man back.

Their clothes were quickly discarded while Constantin kissed and nibbled every inch of Guntram's skin, marvelling at its softness.

The man groaned in pleasure when the boy started to firmly suck the tip of his member exactly as he had taught him during his two days stay in Buenos Aires while his fingers delicately fondled with his sac. Slowly, he was becoming bolder and taking more in. For the man, the feeling was maddening as the boy was changing his rhythm several times, increasing his pleasure every time he stopped for a second and renewed his ministrations more enthusiastically than before. To feel his soft lips against the base of his member or his tongue licking his shaft was a hard test to his self control because he felt like a teenager in love. His climax blinded him and he profusely emptied himself in his angel's mouth.

Guntram took advantage of Constantin's fleeting dizziness to clean his mouth with a paper tissue and wash his mouth in the bathroom, returning to the bed as fast as he could.

Constantin’s anger threatened to burst in flames, but his brain reminded him that Guntram was very new to such things and he had swallowed the other times they had been together. He should tell it very clear to the boy that he was not supposed to spit his liqueur like a cheap street whore. 'He can forget to get something from me tonight, but let's clear up some things first,' he thought angrily.

“Angel, don't you like to do this?” The man said very softly while he stood from the bed and removed the covers to go inside them.

“Did I do it wrong? I'm sorry, I did my best to please you, Constantin,” he replied looking truly sad and his own member hiding between his legs.

“Maybe it's because you don't know it. Get inside, it's cold.”

“I have no pyjamas.”

“There should be one under one of the pillows.” Good, the boy had understood he had done something wrong and was not expecting to get anything more from him as punishment. He observed as Guntram quickly dressed himself with the ivory white pyjamas. 'Massaiev overdid it this time, he's a virgin, but so much symbolism is a little too much for my taste. Light blue, grey, beige or red are the best for him.'

Once redressed, Guntram stood undecided in front of the big bed, waiting for Constantin to tell him where to go. The man took the right side and patted lightly on the left side and Guntram jumped in, deeply burying himself under the thick brocade and silk covers.

“I'm sorry if I did something wrong, Constantin. I told you I was going to be a huge disappointment for you,” Guntram intoned with a broken voice.

“My angel, it's not exactly bad what you did; just insulting.”

“I never meant to insult you! I swear it! You're so kind to me!”

“Guntram, if you are in a stable relationship with another man and have oral sex you should swallow his seed. If you spit it, it's an insult to him. Only whores do that. Or people who do not trust each other. I have no disease at all, my love and I would never risk your health as you're precious to me.” He explained, deciding to go for the “soft and kind” version of scold—and the one that had worked best with his angel; shouting only made him afraid or stubborn like a little mule—mixed with some “parental concern” tone.

“I didn't know it, I'm so sorry I ruined it for you. I wanted to do my best for you,” Guntram quickly excused himself.

“Why did you do it? Before you were swallowing without problems.” Constantin was pleased by his reaction and pulled his angel against his chest to pet his dark blond head.

“Federico gave me this article from a magazine about the increase in esophagus cancer cases due to performing oral sex and swallowing sperm. There are bacteria that provoke small tumours,” Guntram explained very seriously. “He says we should use a condom when we do it or I should not swallow at all.”

Constantin's fury threatened to erupt and hurt his angel in a way that would only ruin things for him. He took several deep breaths while his mind played different scenarios of what he could do to that impudent brat who had refused to introduce him to his angel and now was doing everything he could to spoil his fun. The tapes from the previous night fight between the boys had been a test for his patience and Mikhail had had clear orders to bring the boy willingly or kidnap him and bring him by ship to Europe. That brat had called his angel many things and told him dreadful words just to prevent him from taking that plane. Had it not been for that silly old neighbour, Guntram would have rebelled against him in the most stupid way.

“Angel, if that were the case, half of the world population would be infected. That's only a lie! Which University made the study? Who were the case subjects? Where did they perform it? How did they isolate the other variables? A non specialized magazine article? Please! I studied Chemistry for seven years at the Moscow University when it was one of the leading universities in its field. I studied Civil Engineering too, at the same place. In parallel. I saw many times what these popular articles do to real scientific research. Who knows if that was the original conclusion of the study.”

“Constantin, I—”

“Hush, my angel, don't think about it any more. Just check better beforehand your sources.” He quieted the boy placing his fingers over his lips. The soft kisses Guntram placed over his palm melted his cold fury while he focused on the boy's pliant eyes. He pulled Guntram closer and felt his small hands grab his pyjama top and press his forehead against his chest.

“You must be thinking that I'm a real dork.”

“Never my angel; you're just very young and inexperienced. You have to trust me and I will look after you.”

“Can you forgive me? I never wanted to be rude to you.”

“Of course, but next time, ask me or Mikhail about such matters, Guntram.”

“All right.”

“Don't ever do this again, dear.”

The morning sunlight awoke Constantin to find Guntram deeply asleep in the crook of his arms. 'He can certainly sleep fast,' he remembered as his angel had only snuggled against him and simply fell asleep after their talk.

'It's strange, he's so full of life and willing to do many things and suddenly, he collapses and needs to rest. Why is he always so tired after the minimum stressful situation? He's so beautiful. Just exquisite.”

Determined to avoid wasting more time in his musings, Constantin removed the bed covers and his own clothes, doing his best to suppress his chuckles when the youth slightly complained in his dreams at the loss of warmth. He opened his trousers and took the boy's member in his mouth.

Guntram nearly jumped to the ceiling when he was awakened by someone touching his private parts. He relaxed a little when he saw it was Constantin—'who else?' he briefly thought—and decided to let the man do as he wanted and enjoy the feeling. Without realising what he was doing, his hand caressed the black haired head and slightly raised his hips to give his lover a better leverage.

The boy closed his eyes to get lost in sexual bliss, relaxing himself achieving his release too soon for his liking.

Constantin knew that his angel couldn't be more relaxed and satisfied than at his point and decided to take him fully, tired of his constants delays and unreasonable fears. 'Let's do it before all his friends come to stuck up their noses and I have to cut some.' he thought while he left the bed to look for some jojoba based lube and a panthenol spray just to make the skin and tissue more elastic. 'He could be so nervous that not even nine hours or foreplay could calm him down.

“What the hell is that?” Guntram asked with wide open eyes when he saw the two small black items in Constantin's hand.

“Something to make us feel great when we have sex,” Constantin clarified.