Into the Lion's Den (28 page)

“No, that's a bad idea. She hated me because I was not good enough to be her son's friend. I have no money, well not the kind of money they have. Maybe she thought I was living off him.”

“Guntram, that's very stupid. You're unable to take anything from anyone. Come, let's go to bed and spend some time together. I have to go away pretty soon and I don't want to waste another second with you.”

“You're right as always, my friend,” Guntram said and kissed Constantin in the lips. “I'm sorry for the scene. I did my best at the dinner, but I couldn't help it now.”

“It's all right, my angel. I wish you would have told me earlier.”

“You're so kind to me and I bring you more troubles.”

“You? Never. I enjoy each moment with you.” 'Massaiev will make penance in a faraway place. I wonder what else he had failed to report.'

Guntram sighed as Constantin went to take a shower before going to bed. He had truly no desire to engage in some bed activities as the other obviously wanted. His last kisses had been more demanding and he had nearly torn his clothes, only stopping when Guntram had to sit on the bed because of the growing headache and dizziness. 'Whiskey is too much for me. I only want to sleep.' He changed into his nightclothes and slid under the covers of Constantin's bed when he would have preferred to return to this own.

“Are you still dressed?” Constantin growled the minute he saw the boy partly asleep in his bed while he removed the towel tied to his hips. Decided not to let his angel escape from his duties, his hands caught the blond head and kissed him deeply, his tongue demanding entrance to the mouth and Guntram, still dazed by the alcohol, complied the best as he could, letting the man do as he pleased.

Sure of his dominion over Guntram, Constantin settled his body over him, effectively trapping the youth.

He unbuttoned the pyjama jacket kissing the smooth skin to temper the harshness of his actions. Doing his best to conceal his lack of enthusiasm, Guntram began to return the kisses shyly but letting Constantin roam free over his body. He didn't complain when the other pulled his trousers down and briefly touched his member to get his attention.

The boy slightly pushed Constantin away as he knew where all was leading him and he wanted to get everything soon over. The man looked at him partly enraged at the interruption but cooled down when the boy playfully jumped on top of him, kissing him with more fire than before. 'That's better, but you won't save yourself from a lesson tonight' He let Guntram kiss his neck and chest and directed his head toward his member almost forcing him to engulf it in one go, enjoying how the boy was doing his best to please him. When he felt that he was going to reach his climax, he turned his head forcibly and removed the boy from him.

“Let's try something new,” Constantin said as he sat on his knees, laying his back against the headboard.

Without giving him time to recover from his initial surprise at such brutal interruption, Constantin grabbed Guntram by the hips and quickly sat him over his lap, penetrating him with one vicious push, without any kind of preparation or warning.

The pain was almost unbearable and Guntram whimpered, trying to escape, but Constantin was faster and held him in his place by grabbing his leg tight and jerking it over his own hip, almost dislocating the youth's groin. “Stay put or it will be very painful, angel. This is all about trust. If you relax and let me do it, you will enjoy it very much. If you fight me, you will get very bruised.”

“Please, it hurts.”

“It only hurts if you allow it. Relax and it will be great. Let yourself go and it will improve.”

Guntram realised that he had not many chances to fight against Constantin as he had the upper hand and closed his eyes to ignore the pain he felt. The man began to fondle with his manhood to soothe him and kiss his nape, almost biting it every time he cried from the pain. 'Now, you cry for something worthy.' Constantin thought briefly, but didn't stop.

He started to move his hips slowly, burying himself deeper into the boy and he could feel how the youth did his best to be more submissive just to dull the pain. “You have to let me set the pace or it will be worse for you,”

he advised with a stern voice and the boy stilled his moves, allowing Constantin to have full control of the situation.

“He loves me, he won't hurt me. It's just a rough one. Relax and everything will be fine,” was the only thing Guntram could think about and laid instinctively his back against his boyfriend's chest, taking his hand as it was over his member, stroking it with long and strong moves. He fought over his fear of the man and relaxed his body as he knew that this was the only way to make the other finish and release him.

Constantin felt how the boy accepted his dominion over him and decided to reward him with some kisses and soft words of love poured into his ears, making him relax much more and almost abandoning himself into the arms that secured his chest and firmly held him from his manhood. “That's much better, my love,” he praised and increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, enjoying the power he had over the young man. 'Éven Guntram needs to be shown now and then who's in charge. He feels absolutely delightful now.'

Constantin reached his climax much earlier than he would have desired but it was a wonderful sensation for him. 'One of the best ever.'

Guntram removed himself from Constantin and bolted out of the bed, doing his best to refrain his tears till he reached the bathroom. Once inside he started to cry silently once more, opening the shower to muffle any noise.

Constantin recovered from the daze of lust and satisfaction to realise that Guntram had escaped to the bathroom instead of cuddling as it was his habit each time they made love. 'The least I need is to have him sore because of this.' He rose from the bed and noticed that there was a small blood stain on the silk sheet. 'Should have used lube. He's not used to doing it roughly like the others.' Without knocking he entered in the bathroom, finding his angel doing his best to conceal the tears the minute he saw him.

“Are you all right, angel? Shower will not help at all. Perhaps a warm bath. Are you bleeding?”

“No, I'm fine. I just need some time,” Guntram lied.

“No, you're not fine,” Constantin affirmed and took one of the bathrobes to cover him. “You have pain and you're going to catch a cold. Sit down and I'll get the bathtub filled. You should have relaxed more.”

Guntram chose to say nothing and only looked how the other started to fill with hot water the large marble tub. “Come, get in.” Constantin coaxed him gently and he obeyed, not willing to have more troubles for the night. “I'll get you a drink,” he offered and left him alone in the bathroom.

Like a wounded animal, he plunged into the steaming water, letting the liquid comfort his sore muscles and calm him down. 'It was too rough for me, that's all. He has never done something like this before. I guess I pulled the strings too much and he lost his patience with me. I should have not done it.'

“Here, drink this,” Constantin interrupted him and handed him a glass of champagne, leaving the bottle and another glass on the large tub's border. “Is it better?”

“Yes, thank you,” Guntram whispered and drank the glass in one gulp, not tasting it at all. Instinctively he moved away to make room for the man when he removed his own bathrobe and slid into the water but did his best to remain still when he felt his arms around him once more and his lips over his forehead, kissing him with infinite tenderness once more while his hand petted his damp hair.

“You're wonderful for me Guntram. You make me very happy. Let's do not poison our relationship with other people getting in the middle.”

“It was too much for me.”

“I see it now, but you have to understand me too. I do my best to be as much as I can with you, but it's never enough. Here, drink some more, but slowly this time or you'll get a headache tomorrow,” Constantin said with a sad voice, full of regret while he poured another glass for Guntram and one for him.

“I'm sorry. I don't understand what is wrong with me. This morning I was so happy when Yuri told me you were coming and then, I heard the news about Fefo and everything turned upside down,” Guntram said tiredly and laid his head against Constantin's chest.

“You should have trusted me and called me the minute you heard about it. I would have cancelled the dinner as you were in no shape to go out. We should have remained here and let you process your grief. All was a mess because of your lack of trust.”

“No! I trust you Constantin. I love you. I just didn't want to ruin your night.”

“We are together for the good and the bad times, angel. I just wanted to introduce you to my family. I want them to know how important you are for me. The girls just loved you. Be careful or you'll get Oblomov jealous.”

Guntram chuckled nervously, but was glad that their conversation returned to normalcy and Constantin was again his tender and loving self. He relaxed once more in the man's embrace and cuddled with him till the water froze.

Still shivering from the cold, the young man let Constantin dry and kiss him several times more, this time responding his kisses more truthfully than before. He felt relieved that whatever might have happened between them was over and everything was once again in place. He buried his face in the pillow, spooning his body against the Russian’s and fell asleep almost on the spot.

Constantin looked at the sleeping form of Guntram. Certainly, the boy was drained from his training but he had taken it very well, finally understanding what was expected of him. 'He was almost dead after it. Time to wake up and check if he has really understood.' He kissed the boy's neck and he automatically returned his kisses, still half asleep and allowing the man to do as he wanted with his body. This time Constantin took his time with tender kisses and foreplay, noticing how Guntram was more submissive than in previous occasions and more sweet to him, like in the beginning of their relationship.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Guntram felt once more reassured of Constantin's love for him and embraced him.

“I have something for you, angel. I got it this morning while you were sleeping.”

“What is it?”

“Those nuts muffins you like so much from that place in Victoria Station. I don't know how you can eat them, but I got them for your breakfast, lunch.”

Guntram jumped to his neck in gratitude because Constantin had remembered what he liked and had taken all the trouble to get it for him. “You're so good to me! I love you so much!”

'Only a few pounds worth in muffins and he loves me as if I would have given him a house or a car. I will never be able to understand him, but I love him nevertheless.'

They spent the rest of the Saturday together in the garden while Constantin worked in many things and Guntram did his best to write a paper, but although they were in a sort of honeymoon, he couldn't get his mind away from the previous night scene. Although everything was fine again, there was something he couldn't place well, nagging his brain. He decided to ignore the feeling and concentrate on his work.

Dimitri, the butler announced that Oblomov had arrived and Guntram was surprised to see him there. He greeted him and served a cup of tea for him.

“My wife likes you a lot. She wants to take you to Paris with her.”

“Tatiana is an impressive woman, Ivan. You should be proud of her.”

“I am. My mother-in-law is something else.” He chuckled and spoke briefly in Russian with Constantin.

“Guntram, we have to discuss business. Can you please leave us?” Constantin said very seriously, looking fiercely at his friend.

“Yes, of course. Good-bye, Ivan.”

“See you later boy. I hope I get a dinner invitation.” Ivan waited till the young man gathered all his papers and went inside the house before speaking. “Big shit boss. Morozov is making Lintorff's life hard in Poland.

We have to stop him before the German kills us.”

Chapter 12
Guntram de Lisle's Diary

August 12th 2003

I still don't know how or why I'm still alive. The logical result would have been my death. I had all the
odds against me, but I survived. I wish I would have died. It's been a month but I can't forget a single noise, word,
touch, smell or hit.

I try to tell myself that it was all Constantin's fault but I know that I'm responsible too. I should have
asked around; didn't you marry? Do you have children? Where do you go all the time? But I preferred to ignore all
the signals because I was never so happy in my life than living with him. I was comfortably numb with my painting,
my school, my part time job in Portobello Market, always waiting for his kisses or praises if he liked some of my
works. Constantin was my best friend and I trusted him with my life and soul.

I had finished my working day at the Market that Sunday, July 7th, at noon and I was going to wait for
Yuri at the corner where he would pick me up to take me home. Constantin was in New York and I was not expecting
him till Tuesday morning. I said good-bye to Mrs. Smithers like always and she asked me to come back again on
Wednesday to help her with some continental pottery. I worked my way through the crowd of street performers,
colours and Indian food smells, trying to reach the corner where we meet.

Yuri wasn't there. There was another; Sergei Tretiakov, a man I never liked but he was working under
Morozov and never had much contact with me. He told me that Yuri was sick and that he would drive me home. I
suspected nothing as Yuri had been looking very sick in the morning, throwing up after breakfast. I felt bad that he
insisted on taking me to work, but Mikhail was away and on Sunday most of the people had free.

Sergei drove me home—but I should say to Ilchester Place because this is not my home—and I was
surprised that there were no maids at all. The man took me by the arm and steered me to the living room, pushing me
to enter with a: “In there, you scum. Time to meet the lady in charge.”