The first time

Sorry, guys, for the wait. Thank you, again, for all your support!







- So, will you take me back to the apartment now?

- No, it’s not that simple, Riki.

- Shit, you really did it this time, didn’t you, Iason?

- Mind that tongue, Riki.

Obviously, Iason was troubled. Occasionally, a frown passed over his beautiful features, like a cloud.

- Iason, Riki offered a hand in apology. I know what I did with Mimea was wrong, but can you just forgive me?

- It’s not about that, at least not anymore. You hurt me with your little tantrum with that female pet, but this is no longer about me being jealous.

“Jealous?” And that, admitted freely. It ate at Riki that Iason had not returned those “I love you” words, but he chose to let things be for a while. Now, there were more pressing matters.

- So, I am to stay here, with you as my regular patron? The mongrel asked plainly.

- No, I will find a place.

- Will it be just another golden cage? The boy saddened.

Iason looked at him, some sort of … guilt rising in his eyes.

- I don’t want to live without you. It will only be temporary, until I think of something.

Riki closed the distance between Iason and him and embraced his Blondie from behind.

- Why did you say I was a threat for Her?

Iason sighed deeply.

- You will learn about those things, all in due time. In the meantime, I will have to take you some place safe, where her eyes and ears cannot reach you.



The musty smell of the basement Guy entered hit his nostrils made him almost vomit. “Uh, am I so accustomed to refined smells, that I can no longer stand it?”, he asked himself, no tinge of humor left, thinking in how many ways, the time spent with Raoul had changed him.

- What do you want? A coarse voice startled him.

- Men. And weapons.

- You have the dough?

Guy threw a stash of cash on the man’s table. An admirative whistle was the response.

- I can kill you and take everything without giving you shit back.

- There’s more where I come from. Would you pass that?

- No, I guess not. So what you want us to do?

- I have a plan and I will conduct the operation.

- You’re a tough bird or something? You look pretty skinny to me.

- From where you stand, you can hardly see my brain.

Only a positive sound was the remark. The game was on.



The night came again and Riki was still waiting. “Waiting on him? For him? How did I get to that?” Riki snorted derisively to his own self. But he knew, deep down in his heart, that he had been set free by saying those words to Iason. Well, maybe not exactly to Iason, but actually … “Man, this Blondie is so fucked up.” Yet, Riki knew he was as equally fucked up, as well. The swish of the door was heard and he got up to meet Iason, his beautiful lover. He ran into his arms, on an impulse, and the soft chuckle hurt him. “Why does he have to be such a bastard?” His anger was stopped by soft lips brushing over his. A bold tongue probbed his, and he felt as lost as ever before. He abandoned his will and let Iason carry him to the bed, his suple legs encircling the man’s waist. The need was urgent, as always with the Blondie. Riki allowed to be undressed by feverish hands, because he especially loved when Iason became so out of control when desire was accounted for. The Blondie just took off his organ and shoved it into Riki’s willing body. The boy squirmed under Iason’s bulky body, and raised his hips to meet every thrust. He came to love how split he felt each time his man took him by surprise, no preparation in place. That exquisite tinge of pain, melting into pleasure, in a matter of seconds, made it feel right; Riki enjoyed it, to an extent that made his mind blow, reach unreacheable borders, where he had never dared ventured before. They spent their lust into each other’s kisses and embrace. The calmness of after climax always did them good.

- Hello, Riki.

- Hello to you, too.

They both smiled. It was like that between them, passion always first, no need for words. The world could come tumbling down, for all they cared. And it was bound to happen.



Guy kissed his weapon, almost in reverence. The orders were given, the men were in place. The sound of the grenade falling, step by step, onto the floor, made every sound in the brothel stand still. A cry of anguish penetrated the unnatural silence. Then the booming sound, acting as a cue.

They entered, guns in hands, cleaning the place nicely. Guy grabbed a scared pet from the floor, and yelled at him, until the shaken answer came. Then he let it fall to the floor. He was sure those men would make sure that no one was to come out alive. He jumped the stairs, to the third floor.



The booming sound awoke Iason and Riki from their spent up sleep.

- Shh, stay still, Iason warned. He got up from the bed, and tred slighly towards the door.

- Riki, get to the floor and stay like that!

- Iason, what are you doing? Riki asked, in alarm, fear gripping his heart.

But he complied.



The door was busted open. The only thing Iason saw was the barrel of a gun.



A strong tall figure appeared from the dark, and Guy just shot, no questions asked. The man fell with a loud thump. Guy turned on the lights, and got face to face to a scared Riki. He grabbed his arm.

- Come, Riki, hurry.

But the boy was resisting, gesticulating towards the floor, where a bloody mass was resting.

- Leave him, what do you care?

- Guy, Guy… Don’t!

And blood ran of Guy’s head when he saw the face of the man he had just shot. “Iason!”

- He cannot be helped! Riki, let’s go!

But Riki escaped his hold and ran to Iason’s side.

- He’s breathing still! He’s not dead yet! Please, Guy!

- What do you care? He put you through hell!

But Guy already broke a promise. He took the cell phone and handed to a sobbing Riki.

- One short call, and we’re out!

Riki tapped rapidly.

- Katze! Hurry! Iason is hurt!

He just managed to give the address, and Guy snapped the cell from his hand.



The heavy doors slid open before them.

- What is this place?

- This, Riki, is Dana Bahn.