Fic: Pole Position (Part 12 of ?)
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vigorliTitle: Pole Position (Part 12 of ?)
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obselizabeth
E-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,namarie120, for begging me offering to beta this
Beta: The glamorousnamarie120
Author's note: Het (only a very minute bit, and most of it just implied) in this part. Please…don't squick…don't yell…and by all means, don't give up reading till the bitter end! Oh, also character death in this chapter.
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Viggo decided the four of them could ride to his office together, properly chauffeured by Karl of course. Eric wouldn't be attending, unfortunately; since he had a previous vacation agenda with his family. Keanu and Heath would be there, though…as would Ian. The foursome in the long, black stretch limo were filled with anxiety at the anticipation of meeting Ian's choice for a 'professional'.
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Alexandra's cheeks flushed bright red with the familiarity of Craig's hand sliding down along the curve of her bottom. He removed his arm from behind her, lifting his hand to wipe away an errant tear. "I didn't mean to upset you," he said, the gentleness of his voice surrounding her in a palpable caress.
"It's just…so uncanny," she managed, taking one step back to put a slight distance between them. His hand instinctively followed, not leaving the swell of her cheek.
"You have no reason to be afraid of me," he offered.
She wasn't sure why, but she felt she could tell him anything. Perhaps it was some kind of mind trick. Perhaps it was that he looked just like David. "You're so powerful," she said, in a whisper. "So powerful, yet so placid. Like something wicked swathed in silk."
"I am not evil," Craig countered, moving a step closer.
Alexandra felt herself shiver in response. "I know you're not," she heard her voice squeak. "But I find myself wanting to know what you are."
"I'm Craig," he said, the back of his hand caressing the side of her face, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. "And I'm also at a disadvantage, for I don't know your name."
She marveled at the tremors within her, in response to the velvet softness of his voice. Her head automatically tilted a bit as Craig's hand turned, and now her cheek was cupped in his palm.
"Your name, milady," he urged.
Her reply was a mere hint of breath between her lips. "Alex."
"Alexandra?" he asked, his lips moving closer to her. She nodded mutely, unable to stifle a sound from her throat. Alex's heart was pounding wildly, the blood coursing madly through her veins. Usually she was so in-control of herself. "Alexandra," he ventured, more as a prompt this time.
She was lost in the sea of his eyes, drifting along lulling waves of blueness.
"Alexandra," he said again, his lips a breath away from hers. "Could I kiss you?" The question was polite, but rhetorical. For no sooner had he spoken the request than his lips melded delicately along hers.
She lifted her hands, grabbing at his shoulders in an effort to steady herself…her fingers digging into the strong muscles of his upper arms. Without disturbing her hold, his arms moved around her back…pulling her to him. His lips remained closed, yet danced silently and seductively against hers. After a short time, however, he spoke…yet not lifting his mouth from hers. "They'll be here shortly. We have to stop."
The detail brought reality crashing back down over her. She backed away quickly. "Oh my goodness, I'm so…"
His finger against her lips quelled her apology. "No apology, my lovely Alexandra. I'd love to get to know you better…but after my task here as been completed."
"Yes," she managed.
Craig traced his fingertip along Alex's lips, around the curve of her cheek, down underneath her chin. "One thing," he said, after remembering who would be arriving. "Ian. He is…was my mentor. And, also…"
"I've come to realize recently," she interrupted, "that we all have variances in what makes us happy…what attracts us to each other. I doubt there's anything you could do that would concern me…" With that, she paused…unsure as to whether she should continue.
"Except," he added, urging her to finish.
"Except finding that you no longer had an interest in *me*."
Quickly brushing his lips against hers in reassurance, Craig moved to sit on a chair in the far corner, enjoying the anonymity its distant proximity afforded him, awaiting the remainder of the group. His eyes watched Alex, however, as she made her way back to her desk…noting the smile on her beautiful face.
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Keanu and Heath pulled in right next to Karl and his bunch, since they'd arrived at the same time. Thankfully, the private elevator could accommodate many…and they were swiftly whisked upwards to the penthouse. None of them noticed Craig sitting in the corner…yet. And Alexandra somehow knew he wanted it that way…for now.
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Ian arrived 'fashionably late', as was his habit. The group, now huddled around Alexandra's desk, watched as he moved instinctively towards a dark corner in the front reception area…surprised when they realized a man sat there.
Craig rose to greet his mentor. "Kumichō," Craig said in acknowledgement, bowing his head slightly in reverence. Ian's fingertips grazed under Craig's chin, lifting the younger man's gaze to meet his own. Suddenly, seemingly unaware of their audience, Ian closed the distance between them, his lips parting…his tongue instantly diving into Craig's welcoming mouth.
The moment did not last long…and Ian was not lost on the fact that the instant they parted, Craig's eyes darted over to seek out Alex's response.
"I see you have found your purpose, finally, my son," Ian purred, so quietly that only the two of them could hear.
"My what?" Craig asked incredulously.
"You've obviously already learned that you two have a connection," Ian responded, without looking to confirm who Craig watched.
"Yes, Kumichō."
"Perform this final task for me, my son, and your obligation will be fulfilled. Then you can move on to 'her'."
"Yes, Kumichō."
Ian extended his hand, indicating that Craig should follow him. He walked the younger man over to the group…who still stood in incredulous silence.
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"Viggo," Ian said, reaching over to embrace the man earnestly.
Viggo returned the greeting, equally as enthusiastic. "I can't thank you enough for…"
"Nothing to thank. He's a cad, has been an ass for years. Now we've caught him red-handed in one of his games, and this time we'll put a stop to him and his henchman."
Sean took care to lurk just behind Karl, nervously hiding from an inevitable encounter with Ian. He knew he couldn't remain adolescent about this, but for now he was glad to be out of the limelight.
"Gentlemen, this is Craig. He's been under my mentorship for years. I trust him as I would my own…son." Craig nodded to each of the men as Ian spoke their names.
Sean noticed a smirk in the corner of Ian's lips as he heard his name spoken. But the older man didn't make eye contact with him…yet.
"Craig is a master at 'necessary elimination', as well as ensuring a drawn-out completion. He's well-versed in the torture methods used at Tuol Sleng as well as Josef Mengele's experiments on prisoners at Auschwitz, and is known as a master of 'affliction and extermination'." Ian leered with pride as he inventoried Craig's credentials. He left out, however, the fact that Craig could use his hands for pleasure equally as well as torment…and that he'd personally experienced that prowess. Nor did he divulge the fact that Craig's eye could be caught by both the male and female. Nodding in Viggo's direction, Ian asked, "I'm assuming you'll enjoy being present for the eradication?"
"What is it you'll do to him?" Viggo asked, looking at Craig.
"Flagellation," Craig said, his hauntingly soothing voice speaking the word as if he'd ordered a glass of milk. "Preferably a thieves' cat, warmed up first by caning. Death by hypovolemic shock." His eyes shot over to Alexandra, almost apologetically. Her gaze responded understanding and trust.
"Why that?" Viggo asked, not voicing his thought that Craig might have elected for something easier…like a gun.
"Why? Because it hurts."
Keanu noticed, just then, that Craig recognized him. Pride welled up inside at being acknowledged by someone of Craig's level and talent. But he shuddered with the realization that Craig would be requesting his help…knowing it would bother Heath. Keanu's eyes drifted over to his new partner, who responded by putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "Help him," Heath whispered, almost mouthing the words. "You'll be avenging my pain as well."
Craig, aware of the exchange, spoke to Keanu. "You'll assist me, then?"
"It would be my honor both to apply your bintsuke-abura as well as stand beside you in this."
Craig smiled, watching as Heath took Keanu's hand.
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As they readied themselves, Craig and Keanu remained in complete silence…no music, no conversation, no sound at all except the rustling of the traditional kimono they would wear. A proper Yakuza execution required this…the time-honored application of geisha makeup…the wearing of a ceremonial kimono. They would both appear as maiko spectre to Johnny and Bullseye that very evening. Ian had the two men tracked down, and would have them delivered to an out-of-the-way warehouse.
Craig sat cross-legged on the floor; Keanu knelt before him, spreading out the pots of color and implements of application in an age-old fashion. The application of makeup is hard to perfect and is a time consuming process. But Keanu had been well-trained in the art, and felt secure to prepare Craig. Makeup is applied before dressing to avoid dirtying the kimono…and Keanu found himself curiously aroused by the other man's bare, well-toned chest. First, he took a waxy substance, bintsuke-abura, and applied it over Craig's face and neck. Next, white powder was mixed with water and he applied the paste with a bamboo brush. The white makeup covered face, neck, and chest, with two or three unwhitened areas (forming a "W" or "V" shape) left on the nape, to accentuate this traditionally erotic area, and a line of bare skin around the hairline, which created the illusion of a mask. After the foundation layer was completely applied, he patted a sponge all over to remove excess moisture and to blend the foundation. Next the eyes and eyebrows were drawn in. Traditionally charcoal was used, but today modern cosmetics are used. Craig was impressed when Keanu used the charcoal to color his eyebrows and the edges of his eyes black, adding a bit of red around the eyes as well. Finally, Keanu took a small stick, and melted it in a pot of water. Dipping a brush in the warm colored liquid, he filled in the fullness of Craig's lips, coating them with crystallized sugar to give them luster.
Once the transformation was complete, Keanu held up a mirror so that his handiwork could be inspected. "You've done well," Craig complimented him, lifting his hand to caress Keanu's cheek. "But now you must allow me to return the favor."
Keanu was breathless once Craig had finished the adornment…just from the feel of the other man's hands on him. But this was neither the time nor the place for an encounter…besides, Keanu had determinedly given his heart and his body to Heath…and he knew Heath would be waiting with Ian in the warehouse.
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In the warehouse, Ian prepared whipping posts…having chains embedded at both one foot and six feet from the ground. He would leave it to Craig as to their position. He'd also arranged a transport, so the exterminated bodies could be completely erased without any trace. He heard the crunching of gravel outside the abandoned building that he kept for such purposes, and moved to open the door.
Viggo, Orlando, and Heath were present…as well as Sean, more for moral support, and Karl, since he'd driven them all there. Viggo had asked his lover if he'd come along, not wanting to spend any time away from him as well as needing to show Johnny one last time that he'd found real love. There was a grouping of high-quality couches and chairs, as well as a full bar off to one side of the chain-laden posts…and an ominous canvas duffle bag whose lumps and bumps revealed nothing of its contents.
"I'd think you'd be a bit more pleased to be here," Karl commented, noticing the anxiety-ridden disposition of his new lover. Sean seemed to be staring off into the distance, at something Karl couldn't focus on.
"It's…nothing," Sean said randomly, not wanting to divulge to Karl his unease with their proximity to Ian.
"You know," Karl said softly, leaning up against Sean and putting his arm around the man's waist. "You can tell me anything. It won't change things. I'm your friend as well as…"
Sean turned to look into the dark eyes. "I know," he admitted. "But it's something…a mistake of sorts from my past. I just need to deal with it, let it go."
"We've all made mistakes, Sean."
"Not so recently," Sean murmured, his gaze lingering over to where Ian stood. Karl followed his stare. Not knowing what Ian had to do with it, he nonetheless tried to be encouraging.
"Go talk to him, if he can help," Karl suggested.
Sean turned, brushed his lips lightly against Karl's, and replied, "I think I will." And with that, he strode in Ian's direction.
Ian, finishing a conversation on his cell phone, saw Sean approaching via his peripheral vision, and held a finger up, requesting that Sean wait a moment.
Sean didn't hear the resultant beep as Ian ended the call. He likewise didn't hear the older man take the couple of steps required to bring his lips to Sean's ear. "The dark-eyed man comes close to breaking the strings that bind you," Ian purred, the breath from his lips tickling. "He's captured your heart, and you're hopeless to struggle against the bonds within which you've willingly ensnared yourself."
Sean didn't face Ian, he merely muttered whatever response he was capable of. "But Ian," he began, before cut off when the older man's arms snaked around his waist and up around his burly chest.
"No 'buts' here, my darling. What we shared was amazing. You gave me what I needed. Surely, now that you know who I am, you understand how much your taking charge of me was something not easily acquired. Most men are afraid of me. But in you, I saw the opportunity for someone lustful and willing…someone who didn't know my true stature, and would treat me as an equal lover. I'll always respect you for that."
Sean turned in his arms. "Yer prolly right," he muttered. "I never would've been so…"
"…dominant," Ian supplied, the smile growing across his face. "And I loved every minute of it. There are men who would pay for the expertise you displayed with me that night."
Sean would've blushed…he probably should've blushed on several levels. "I couldn't give you what you want…what you 'need' on a consistent basis,” Ian continued. “However, that man seems well suited to your taste. I'm glad you've found someone, my lovely green-eyed dom."
With that, Ian nudged Sean back in the direction of the group, following close behind him. When they reached them, the door opened.
When Craig and Keanu arrived, their entrance was dramatic. Keanu respectfully remained an exact step behind Craig as they neared the cluster gathered to witness this scene. Without missing a step, Craig retrieved the duffle bag along the way. He set it on a low table in the center, opening it, and began to extract their implements. "Take your pick," he indicated to Keanu.
"After you, of course," Keanu responded.
"Perhaps we'll start by caning. Then we can move on to the cats." Keanu nodded in agreement. "You're aware this might take a while?" Again, Keanu's head indicated his concurrence.
A loud rumbling sound from outside indicated the truck containing the two prisoners had arrived. Ian moved to usher them in, but Craig stopped him gently. "Allow me, Kumichō."
Ian bowed, honoring the skill in Craig, and returned to sit with the onlookers. Craig opened the door, and began issuing orders…his silken voice almost belying the unmistakable command he had. "Have them crawl in, on their hands and knees," he directed, not wanting to engage directly with either Johnny or Colin/Bullseye.
The captors jerked on the chains attached to collars around the two men's necks, forcing them to the ground. "You heard him," one of them barked. "On your knees." Colin sobbed openly. Neither man was aware of who was in the room, as they had been blindfolded…their hands bound tightly in front of them. But they both managed to crawl, being dragged along forcefully until they reached the two posts.
Craig looked towards Keanu, who merely nodded and gave the decision to Craig. "Since we'll be caning, attach them to the higher chain."
Once the two men were secured, the captors backed away and left the building. Craig looked over at Viggo. "I believe you have something to say to him, no? Would you rather stay there, or would you venture coming here?"
Viggo took Orlando's hand, his unspoken question answered when Orlando stood. They walked together to stand next to Craig, behind where Johnny was shackled. Craig reached up with a knife, cutting the blindfold away, tearing a bit into the flesh of his captive's cheek. He immediately grabbed the man's dark hair, yanking his head around to face the pair of lovers. "I think you've caused pain to a great deal of people, Johnny," Craig said, almost spitting with his contempt.
Viggo stood mute, unable to speak momentarily. Orlando remedied this by kissing Viggo soundly and well…sucking the older man's tongue deep in his mouth…eliciting a gravely moan. After a while, they parted. Viggo finally found the words he wanted to say. "I've found *real* love, despite your efforts. I almost feel sorry for you. We're here to make sure, though, that you'll never hurt anyone ever again."
"You haven't seen the last of me, you bitch," Johnny spat. What he didn't hear was the whir of the birch cane through the air, coming in contact with the backs of his knees. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," he moaned, immediately unable to stand with the pain. He dangled there, wincing from the overwhelming smarting that cut through his entire body.
Even before the cane made contact with flesh, Orlando's face buried deep against Viggo's chest. Viggo's arm wrapped around the younger man, pulling the clinging body even closer to him. "If you want to leave, my love," he started, but could feel Orlando's head shake in the negative against him.
"You…*we* need to see this to completion," he whispered into Viggo's chest.
Craig moved very near to Johnny, and spoke with an ominous tone. "I'm not even warmed up yet, you fucker." He looked back, indicating to Heath that it was his turn to approach.
Even though Johnny was well secured, Heath was a bit frightened. Keanu moved to his side, taking his hand in reassurance. "You were a master of control," Heath managed. "And I thought you really cared."
Whir…smack! A second swat stung where his thighs met his buttocks. Once Viggo, Orlando, and Heath were safely back at their seats, Craig began a barrage of strokes, not allowing but a second or two between blows. Johnny howled in pain after a long while, finally succumbing to unconsciousness. "That's my break for a while. I'll start back in on him when he comes to," Craig said indifferently yet tired.
Now it was Bullseye's turn. There were no conversations to be had, so he left the blindfold on and began the torment. Colin didn't make it as long as Johnny did, passing out after about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, Johnny had begun to stir again. Craig reached in the bag and pulled out a cat-o'-nine-tails with 9 leather thongs, each knotted 3 times and sporting a lead weight at the end. He dangled the thieves' cat in front of Johnny's face for a good minute before expertly pulling it back quickly, a few of the weights catching Johnny on the face. He winced in pain, and didn't see Craig immediately raise his hand to start the blows across Johnny's back. The pieces of lead caught in Johnny's back and shoulders, ripping pieces of flesh out. Blood flowed readily. Unable to support himself, he dangled helplessly from where his hands were shackled to the post.
Keanu, too, attacked Colin with a similar cat. One particularly forceful whack embedded a few of the weights in the man's side. Keanu's attempt to pull it out served to turn Colin to face him…where he continued the beating on his chest.
Both Craig and Keanu were sweating and panting by the time both men gave in to hypovolemic shock. Ian placed a call, indicating that the bodies were ready to be retrieved and disposed of.
Heath went to Keanu's side, tracing a fingertip through the smearing white paint on his cheek. "Promise me," Heath begged in a whisper. "Have nothing more to do with them."
"I promise," Keanu vowed, his lips moving down to claim his lover.
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Author:
obselizabethE-mail: obselizabeth@gmail.com
Live journal: www.livejournal.com/users/obselizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Type: RPS
Pairing: ViggOrli (and my own personal selection of other boys)
Warnings: it's slash, ladies :)
Disclaimer: wouldn't it be nice if we COULD see Orlando pole dancing?
Feedback: is the cream in my coffee
Summary: Viggo's a bored multi-gazillionaire...Orlando's a pole dancer
A/N: Thanks so much to my dear friend,
namarie120, for Beta: The glamorous
namarie120Author's note: Het (only a very minute bit, and most of it just implied) in this part. Please…don't squick…don't yell…and by all means, don't give up reading till the bitter end! Oh, also character death in this chapter.
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Viggo decided the four of them could ride to his office together, properly chauffeured by Karl of course. Eric wouldn't be attending, unfortunately; since he had a previous vacation agenda with his family. Keanu and Heath would be there, though…as would Ian. The foursome in the long, black stretch limo were filled with anxiety at the anticipation of meeting Ian's choice for a 'professional'.
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Alexandra's cheeks flushed bright red with the familiarity of Craig's hand sliding down along the curve of her bottom. He removed his arm from behind her, lifting his hand to wipe away an errant tear. "I didn't mean to upset you," he said, the gentleness of his voice surrounding her in a palpable caress.
"It's just…so uncanny," she managed, taking one step back to put a slight distance between them. His hand instinctively followed, not leaving the swell of her cheek.
"You have no reason to be afraid of me," he offered.
She wasn't sure why, but she felt she could tell him anything. Perhaps it was some kind of mind trick. Perhaps it was that he looked just like David. "You're so powerful," she said, in a whisper. "So powerful, yet so placid. Like something wicked swathed in silk."
"I am not evil," Craig countered, moving a step closer.
Alexandra felt herself shiver in response. "I know you're not," she heard her voice squeak. "But I find myself wanting to know what you are."
"I'm Craig," he said, the back of his hand caressing the side of her face, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. "And I'm also at a disadvantage, for I don't know your name."
She marveled at the tremors within her, in response to the velvet softness of his voice. Her head automatically tilted a bit as Craig's hand turned, and now her cheek was cupped in his palm.
"Your name, milady," he urged.
Her reply was a mere hint of breath between her lips. "Alex."
"Alexandra?" he asked, his lips moving closer to her. She nodded mutely, unable to stifle a sound from her throat. Alex's heart was pounding wildly, the blood coursing madly through her veins. Usually she was so in-control of herself. "Alexandra," he ventured, more as a prompt this time.
She was lost in the sea of his eyes, drifting along lulling waves of blueness.
"Alexandra," he said again, his lips a breath away from hers. "Could I kiss you?" The question was polite, but rhetorical. For no sooner had he spoken the request than his lips melded delicately along hers.
She lifted her hands, grabbing at his shoulders in an effort to steady herself…her fingers digging into the strong muscles of his upper arms. Without disturbing her hold, his arms moved around her back…pulling her to him. His lips remained closed, yet danced silently and seductively against hers. After a short time, however, he spoke…yet not lifting his mouth from hers. "They'll be here shortly. We have to stop."
The detail brought reality crashing back down over her. She backed away quickly. "Oh my goodness, I'm so…"
His finger against her lips quelled her apology. "No apology, my lovely Alexandra. I'd love to get to know you better…but after my task here as been completed."
"Yes," she managed.
Craig traced his fingertip along Alex's lips, around the curve of her cheek, down underneath her chin. "One thing," he said, after remembering who would be arriving. "Ian. He is…was my mentor. And, also…"
"I've come to realize recently," she interrupted, "that we all have variances in what makes us happy…what attracts us to each other. I doubt there's anything you could do that would concern me…" With that, she paused…unsure as to whether she should continue.
"Except," he added, urging her to finish.
"Except finding that you no longer had an interest in *me*."
Quickly brushing his lips against hers in reassurance, Craig moved to sit on a chair in the far corner, enjoying the anonymity its distant proximity afforded him, awaiting the remainder of the group. His eyes watched Alex, however, as she made her way back to her desk…noting the smile on her beautiful face.
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Keanu and Heath pulled in right next to Karl and his bunch, since they'd arrived at the same time. Thankfully, the private elevator could accommodate many…and they were swiftly whisked upwards to the penthouse. None of them noticed Craig sitting in the corner…yet. And Alexandra somehow knew he wanted it that way…for now.
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Ian arrived 'fashionably late', as was his habit. The group, now huddled around Alexandra's desk, watched as he moved instinctively towards a dark corner in the front reception area…surprised when they realized a man sat there.
Craig rose to greet his mentor. "Kumichō," Craig said in acknowledgement, bowing his head slightly in reverence. Ian's fingertips grazed under Craig's chin, lifting the younger man's gaze to meet his own. Suddenly, seemingly unaware of their audience, Ian closed the distance between them, his lips parting…his tongue instantly diving into Craig's welcoming mouth.
The moment did not last long…and Ian was not lost on the fact that the instant they parted, Craig's eyes darted over to seek out Alex's response.
"I see you have found your purpose, finally, my son," Ian purred, so quietly that only the two of them could hear.
"My what?" Craig asked incredulously.
"You've obviously already learned that you two have a connection," Ian responded, without looking to confirm who Craig watched.
"Yes, Kumichō."
"Perform this final task for me, my son, and your obligation will be fulfilled. Then you can move on to 'her'."
"Yes, Kumichō."
Ian extended his hand, indicating that Craig should follow him. He walked the younger man over to the group…who still stood in incredulous silence.
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"Viggo," Ian said, reaching over to embrace the man earnestly.
Viggo returned the greeting, equally as enthusiastic. "I can't thank you enough for…"
"Nothing to thank. He's a cad, has been an ass for years. Now we've caught him red-handed in one of his games, and this time we'll put a stop to him and his henchman."
Sean took care to lurk just behind Karl, nervously hiding from an inevitable encounter with Ian. He knew he couldn't remain adolescent about this, but for now he was glad to be out of the limelight.
"Gentlemen, this is Craig. He's been under my mentorship for years. I trust him as I would my own…son." Craig nodded to each of the men as Ian spoke their names.
Sean noticed a smirk in the corner of Ian's lips as he heard his name spoken. But the older man didn't make eye contact with him…yet.
"Craig is a master at 'necessary elimination', as well as ensuring a drawn-out completion. He's well-versed in the torture methods used at Tuol Sleng as well as Josef Mengele's experiments on prisoners at Auschwitz, and is known as a master of 'affliction and extermination'." Ian leered with pride as he inventoried Craig's credentials. He left out, however, the fact that Craig could use his hands for pleasure equally as well as torment…and that he'd personally experienced that prowess. Nor did he divulge the fact that Craig's eye could be caught by both the male and female. Nodding in Viggo's direction, Ian asked, "I'm assuming you'll enjoy being present for the eradication?"
"What is it you'll do to him?" Viggo asked, looking at Craig.
"Flagellation," Craig said, his hauntingly soothing voice speaking the word as if he'd ordered a glass of milk. "Preferably a thieves' cat, warmed up first by caning. Death by hypovolemic shock." His eyes shot over to Alexandra, almost apologetically. Her gaze responded understanding and trust.
"Why that?" Viggo asked, not voicing his thought that Craig might have elected for something easier…like a gun.
"Why? Because it hurts."
Keanu noticed, just then, that Craig recognized him. Pride welled up inside at being acknowledged by someone of Craig's level and talent. But he shuddered with the realization that Craig would be requesting his help…knowing it would bother Heath. Keanu's eyes drifted over to his new partner, who responded by putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "Help him," Heath whispered, almost mouthing the words. "You'll be avenging my pain as well."
Craig, aware of the exchange, spoke to Keanu. "You'll assist me, then?"
"It would be my honor both to apply your bintsuke-abura as well as stand beside you in this."
Craig smiled, watching as Heath took Keanu's hand.
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As they readied themselves, Craig and Keanu remained in complete silence…no music, no conversation, no sound at all except the rustling of the traditional kimono they would wear. A proper Yakuza execution required this…the time-honored application of geisha makeup…the wearing of a ceremonial kimono. They would both appear as maiko spectre to Johnny and Bullseye that very evening. Ian had the two men tracked down, and would have them delivered to an out-of-the-way warehouse.
Craig sat cross-legged on the floor; Keanu knelt before him, spreading out the pots of color and implements of application in an age-old fashion. The application of makeup is hard to perfect and is a time consuming process. But Keanu had been well-trained in the art, and felt secure to prepare Craig. Makeup is applied before dressing to avoid dirtying the kimono…and Keanu found himself curiously aroused by the other man's bare, well-toned chest. First, he took a waxy substance, bintsuke-abura, and applied it over Craig's face and neck. Next, white powder was mixed with water and he applied the paste with a bamboo brush. The white makeup covered face, neck, and chest, with two or three unwhitened areas (forming a "W" or "V" shape) left on the nape, to accentuate this traditionally erotic area, and a line of bare skin around the hairline, which created the illusion of a mask. After the foundation layer was completely applied, he patted a sponge all over to remove excess moisture and to blend the foundation. Next the eyes and eyebrows were drawn in. Traditionally charcoal was used, but today modern cosmetics are used. Craig was impressed when Keanu used the charcoal to color his eyebrows and the edges of his eyes black, adding a bit of red around the eyes as well. Finally, Keanu took a small stick, and melted it in a pot of water. Dipping a brush in the warm colored liquid, he filled in the fullness of Craig's lips, coating them with crystallized sugar to give them luster.
Once the transformation was complete, Keanu held up a mirror so that his handiwork could be inspected. "You've done well," Craig complimented him, lifting his hand to caress Keanu's cheek. "But now you must allow me to return the favor."
Keanu was breathless once Craig had finished the adornment…just from the feel of the other man's hands on him. But this was neither the time nor the place for an encounter…besides, Keanu had determinedly given his heart and his body to Heath…and he knew Heath would be waiting with Ian in the warehouse.
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In the warehouse, Ian prepared whipping posts…having chains embedded at both one foot and six feet from the ground. He would leave it to Craig as to their position. He'd also arranged a transport, so the exterminated bodies could be completely erased without any trace. He heard the crunching of gravel outside the abandoned building that he kept for such purposes, and moved to open the door.
Viggo, Orlando, and Heath were present…as well as Sean, more for moral support, and Karl, since he'd driven them all there. Viggo had asked his lover if he'd come along, not wanting to spend any time away from him as well as needing to show Johnny one last time that he'd found real love. There was a grouping of high-quality couches and chairs, as well as a full bar off to one side of the chain-laden posts…and an ominous canvas duffle bag whose lumps and bumps revealed nothing of its contents.
"I'd think you'd be a bit more pleased to be here," Karl commented, noticing the anxiety-ridden disposition of his new lover. Sean seemed to be staring off into the distance, at something Karl couldn't focus on.
"It's…nothing," Sean said randomly, not wanting to divulge to Karl his unease with their proximity to Ian.
"You know," Karl said softly, leaning up against Sean and putting his arm around the man's waist. "You can tell me anything. It won't change things. I'm your friend as well as…"
Sean turned to look into the dark eyes. "I know," he admitted. "But it's something…a mistake of sorts from my past. I just need to deal with it, let it go."
"We've all made mistakes, Sean."
"Not so recently," Sean murmured, his gaze lingering over to where Ian stood. Karl followed his stare. Not knowing what Ian had to do with it, he nonetheless tried to be encouraging.
"Go talk to him, if he can help," Karl suggested.
Sean turned, brushed his lips lightly against Karl's, and replied, "I think I will." And with that, he strode in Ian's direction.
Ian, finishing a conversation on his cell phone, saw Sean approaching via his peripheral vision, and held a finger up, requesting that Sean wait a moment.
Sean didn't hear the resultant beep as Ian ended the call. He likewise didn't hear the older man take the couple of steps required to bring his lips to Sean's ear. "The dark-eyed man comes close to breaking the strings that bind you," Ian purred, the breath from his lips tickling. "He's captured your heart, and you're hopeless to struggle against the bonds within which you've willingly ensnared yourself."
Sean didn't face Ian, he merely muttered whatever response he was capable of. "But Ian," he began, before cut off when the older man's arms snaked around his waist and up around his burly chest.
"No 'buts' here, my darling. What we shared was amazing. You gave me what I needed. Surely, now that you know who I am, you understand how much your taking charge of me was something not easily acquired. Most men are afraid of me. But in you, I saw the opportunity for someone lustful and willing…someone who didn't know my true stature, and would treat me as an equal lover. I'll always respect you for that."
Sean turned in his arms. "Yer prolly right," he muttered. "I never would've been so…"
"…dominant," Ian supplied, the smile growing across his face. "And I loved every minute of it. There are men who would pay for the expertise you displayed with me that night."
Sean would've blushed…he probably should've blushed on several levels. "I couldn't give you what you want…what you 'need' on a consistent basis,” Ian continued. “However, that man seems well suited to your taste. I'm glad you've found someone, my lovely green-eyed dom."
With that, Ian nudged Sean back in the direction of the group, following close behind him. When they reached them, the door opened.
When Craig and Keanu arrived, their entrance was dramatic. Keanu respectfully remained an exact step behind Craig as they neared the cluster gathered to witness this scene. Without missing a step, Craig retrieved the duffle bag along the way. He set it on a low table in the center, opening it, and began to extract their implements. "Take your pick," he indicated to Keanu.
"After you, of course," Keanu responded.
"Perhaps we'll start by caning. Then we can move on to the cats." Keanu nodded in agreement. "You're aware this might take a while?" Again, Keanu's head indicated his concurrence.
A loud rumbling sound from outside indicated the truck containing the two prisoners had arrived. Ian moved to usher them in, but Craig stopped him gently. "Allow me, Kumichō."
Ian bowed, honoring the skill in Craig, and returned to sit with the onlookers. Craig opened the door, and began issuing orders…his silken voice almost belying the unmistakable command he had. "Have them crawl in, on their hands and knees," he directed, not wanting to engage directly with either Johnny or Colin/Bullseye.
The captors jerked on the chains attached to collars around the two men's necks, forcing them to the ground. "You heard him," one of them barked. "On your knees." Colin sobbed openly. Neither man was aware of who was in the room, as they had been blindfolded…their hands bound tightly in front of them. But they both managed to crawl, being dragged along forcefully until they reached the two posts.
Craig looked towards Keanu, who merely nodded and gave the decision to Craig. "Since we'll be caning, attach them to the higher chain."
Once the two men were secured, the captors backed away and left the building. Craig looked over at Viggo. "I believe you have something to say to him, no? Would you rather stay there, or would you venture coming here?"
Viggo took Orlando's hand, his unspoken question answered when Orlando stood. They walked together to stand next to Craig, behind where Johnny was shackled. Craig reached up with a knife, cutting the blindfold away, tearing a bit into the flesh of his captive's cheek. He immediately grabbed the man's dark hair, yanking his head around to face the pair of lovers. "I think you've caused pain to a great deal of people, Johnny," Craig said, almost spitting with his contempt.
Viggo stood mute, unable to speak momentarily. Orlando remedied this by kissing Viggo soundly and well…sucking the older man's tongue deep in his mouth…eliciting a gravely moan. After a while, they parted. Viggo finally found the words he wanted to say. "I've found *real* love, despite your efforts. I almost feel sorry for you. We're here to make sure, though, that you'll never hurt anyone ever again."
"You haven't seen the last of me, you bitch," Johnny spat. What he didn't hear was the whir of the birch cane through the air, coming in contact with the backs of his knees. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," he moaned, immediately unable to stand with the pain. He dangled there, wincing from the overwhelming smarting that cut through his entire body.
Even before the cane made contact with flesh, Orlando's face buried deep against Viggo's chest. Viggo's arm wrapped around the younger man, pulling the clinging body even closer to him. "If you want to leave, my love," he started, but could feel Orlando's head shake in the negative against him.
"You…*we* need to see this to completion," he whispered into Viggo's chest.
Craig moved very near to Johnny, and spoke with an ominous tone. "I'm not even warmed up yet, you fucker." He looked back, indicating to Heath that it was his turn to approach.
Even though Johnny was well secured, Heath was a bit frightened. Keanu moved to his side, taking his hand in reassurance. "You were a master of control," Heath managed. "And I thought you really cared."
Whir…smack! A second swat stung where his thighs met his buttocks. Once Viggo, Orlando, and Heath were safely back at their seats, Craig began a barrage of strokes, not allowing but a second or two between blows. Johnny howled in pain after a long while, finally succumbing to unconsciousness. "That's my break for a while. I'll start back in on him when he comes to," Craig said indifferently yet tired.
Now it was Bullseye's turn. There were no conversations to be had, so he left the blindfold on and began the torment. Colin didn't make it as long as Johnny did, passing out after about fifteen minutes. Meanwhile, Johnny had begun to stir again. Craig reached in the bag and pulled out a cat-o'-nine-tails with 9 leather thongs, each knotted 3 times and sporting a lead weight at the end. He dangled the thieves' cat in front of Johnny's face for a good minute before expertly pulling it back quickly, a few of the weights catching Johnny on the face. He winced in pain, and didn't see Craig immediately raise his hand to start the blows across Johnny's back. The pieces of lead caught in Johnny's back and shoulders, ripping pieces of flesh out. Blood flowed readily. Unable to support himself, he dangled helplessly from where his hands were shackled to the post.
Keanu, too, attacked Colin with a similar cat. One particularly forceful whack embedded a few of the weights in the man's side. Keanu's attempt to pull it out served to turn Colin to face him…where he continued the beating on his chest.
Both Craig and Keanu were sweating and panting by the time both men gave in to hypovolemic shock. Ian placed a call, indicating that the bodies were ready to be retrieved and disposed of.
Heath went to Keanu's side, tracing a fingertip through the smearing white paint on his cheek. "Promise me," Heath begged in a whisper. "Have nothing more to do with them."
"I promise," Keanu vowed, his lips moving down to claim his lover.
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