Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2001 01:19:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Vengeance, ch. 8

Vengeance, chapter 8 (M/M, mast, anal, fant)

by einhard


PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the stuff they do, never happened.


Radu and Leonardo, December 24th:


Radu looked at himself, as if to ascertain that he was naked, which he was.
Still, he didn't feel embarrassed in any way.

"You don't have to get dressed for me. In fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't.
I think it's nice to look at you. In all your glory, so to speak."

"But...but... I don't..."

"You don't understand?"

"No."

"Okay. I'll go slow. I don't desire you. You're committed to Leo, and belong
to him only. I'm committed to somebody, too. And before you ask, this
somebody is male as well. And he's an angel. But that doesn't mean I can't
admire you. And I do. You are gorgeous, you know."

"But I always thought I looked a bit like a freak. You know, being so tall
and everything."

"You did? You think Leo sees you that way?"

"That's different! I mean..." Radu finished off with some inaudible
mutterings.

"It is, isn't it? Did you ever wonder about that?"

"About what?"

"About the way your relationship with Leo evolved? About why it wasn't so
much an evolution as a revolution?"

"Uhm, yeah. I did."

"Well, it's a common side-effect of these divine retribution missions. And
don't worry, it's not the kind of side-effect that will wear off.

Now, that look on your face should tell me something. Let's see. You look
like a question mark, so maybe there are some things you still don't
understand. Hmm?"

Radu nodded.

"I knew it! That kind of lost look is a dead giveaway!" Leonardo grinned
like a monkey for a while. Then he resumed his explanation.

"It's like this, my little friend. My big friend, I should say. When a
living person takes part in one of these missions, it requires a degree of
determination that's higher than humans can muster up. Super-human
determination. And an important part of my job is to supply that
determination. Now, strong determination is a two-sided affair. One is the
will to accomplish something. The other is the absence of doubt, or if you
will, the certainty that any niggling doubt you experience along the way, is
of no real consequence. Do you understand that?"

"I think so. Partly, anyway."

"That will do. This absence of doubt tends to stay with the person, and for
most, it's a great asset. It means that he or she will be much better
equipped to make choices and to stick with them, because the person will be
able to peel away all the unimportant layers and focus on the things that
matter. That's what happened to Leo, and it had an impact on his
relationship with you. He was able to reach his conclusion very quickly: He
loved you. And then he acted on it."

"Wow! But why have I felt exactly the same way?"

"Because, Radu Mirkovic, these things rub off on the people closest to the
subject. And nobody is closer to Leo than you are."

Leonardo was grinning again. If he hadn't been an angel, Radu would be
tempted to call it a stupid grin.

"That's... that's awesome, Leonardo!"

Another big flash of teeth. This angel guy could have run for president any
day.

"I know. It's one of the cool aspects of my job."

"I can understand that. But did you wanna talk to Leo?"

"No. Not this time. And I won't be back anymore, either, so if you have
questions, now is the time."

"Oh! I think I do have questions. Just let me think a bit, okay?"

Radu took a moment to compose himself, then cleared his throat:

"Right! Here goes:

1. Is the Flanagan affair over and done with now?

2. What about Rafe? I mean, he committed suicide, and that's supposed to be
a mortal sin. What about his soul?

3. Well, I'll save that for last."

"Good questions, Radu." Leonardo put his finger tips together and put his
hands under his chin, looking like some professor or something.

"No, the Flanagan affair is not over. It will break in the news soon. Just
watch TV, read the newspapers, listen to the radio, check the net, whatever.
It's gonna be big. And you have the power to make it bigger. These.."
Leonardo indicated some envelopes on the table "...these are copies of
Flanagan's confession. You will figure out what to do with them. This part
of the mission is for you to deal with. Leo has done his bit.

As for Flanagan's fate...Well, you know already."

The angel paused, and for a moment, the light coming from him seemed to
diminish, only to return even stronger.

"About Rafe: You need to understand a few things. One is that in Heaven, we
don't set much store on theological niceties. God didn't make up the
doctrine of mortal sins, and he never bothered much with it. He's God, after
all. His is the last word.

I'm not supposed to tell you about what happened to this or that person who
died. It's what you might call classified information. But I'll drop a hint
or two. For one thing, when you say prayers for Rafe, it might be more
appropriate to say thanks for the time you got to share with him than to
pray for the salvation of his soul. For another, this division between body
and soul is not something we're very hung up on in Heaven. You might say
we're big on the holistic approach. You know; the whole person?

Now, what was your last question?"

"That's wonderful!" Radu shouted. "Oh, thank you! That's just so great to
hear."

"I'm glad you like what I have to say. Not everybody does. Now about that
last question...?"

More teeth than ever. They were shining, too. This guy could have had any
number of careers on Earth: Politics, academics, toothpaste commercials...s

"Oh, yeah! Well, it's a little embarrassing. Or would be, if I had been able
to feel embarrassed around you. Can I...see you? In all your glory, so to
speak?"

Leonardo smiled again, then rose from his seat. The light emanating from him
seemed to increase still further, and then he was naked.

"Oh, man! You're so beautiful!"

"Thank you! But then, I'm an angel. We're all beautiful. Kiss me, Radu!"

Radu stepped up to Leonardo, pulled him close and brought his lips down to
the angel's lips. Then they kissed. Afterwards, Radu never could quite pin
down how he felt at that moment. Not excited. Not lustful. Just...deeply
loved. By the angel, by Leo, by everyone and everything. All over.


Radu and Leo, December 24th:


The next thing he knew, was waking up. Staring into Leo's eyes. His own Leo.
And laughing. He didn't know why, except that it felt the right thing to do.
Laughing out loud, and crushing his naked lover in a bear hug.

"Hey, Big Boy! I'm glad to see you're in a good mood this morning. Or this
afternoon. But you know, I kinda like breathing, too."

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Don't be. I was just teasing. But you do seem to be very much on top of the
world today."

"I am, Leo, I am. You see, I love you so much. And waking up with you, here,
in our own bed, it's just so...I don't know. So right! I wanna keep doing it
for many, many years to come."

"Radu, I..." Leo's voice was broken, and the tears gathering in his eyes
were very plain to see.

"Oh, be quiet, Leo! Don't say anything, just kiss me!"

Nothing much could be heard for the next few minutes, except for a few
indistinct slobbering sounds.

"Mmmh, that was nice. And you seem to be fully awake now, too. All of you, I
mean. You wanna prove your love some more, Mirkovic? Hmmm?"

"Anyway you want it, Ghiberti."

"Where's that lube? Ah, yes. Now just lie still while I grease you up. Yeah,
like that. And now me. No, no, just lie there and let me do the work. Keep
your feet still, so I can get into position. Oooh, that's it. You're so
hard, baby. I'm gonna love taking you inside me. Now, just relax. You're not
hurting me. I wanna fuck myself on your long stick of meat. Yeah, oh! Oh!
Hoo! That did hurt a bit, but it's a good kind of hurt. Lift your face, so I
can kiss you while I slide down on your Yugoslavian cock. Mmmh!"

More indistinct slobbering.

"There! Now it's all the way inside. Lift up your knees, so you'll get some
leverage, then fuck me.

Oh, yeah, that's so cool! Your legs are so long, it feels like I got a
full-length back-support. This is quite comfy. Maybe I should spend more
time in this position."

Giggles, followed by sharp intakes of breath.

"Aaah! Do it again, Radu! Drive it all the way in! Haah! Go faster! Make
yourself cum inside me! No, don't touch my dick! I think it can do its
business all on its own. Yess! Yess! Oh, man, this is wonderful! Fuck me!
Fuck me, Radu! Harder! Faster! I'm gonna...I'm cumming. Look, Ma! No hands!
I'm cumming! Now! Now! Huh! Hmmh! Nnnngh! Waaaaaahhhhh!"

Silence, except for heavy breathing.

"Oh, Radu! That was so wonderful! Did you cum just as hard as me? No, no,
keep it inside me! I wanna feel it go limp while you're still there. Oh,
sweet Jesus, that was something else!"

A little later, in the shower.

"Leo?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you looked in the mirror today?"

"No, why?"

"Because there's something missing. From you, I mean."

"Holy fuck! What?"

"You shouldn't say things like that, you know. I might have to wash your
foul mouth."

"Yeah? Well, when you tell me a part of me is missing, I hardly expect to
find you just snickering like that, all goofy. You scared me! Now, what is
it that's missing?"

"Look down here." Radu pointed to Leo's chest. Leo gave it a quick glance,
then lifted his gaze up, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

"It's gone! The mark, Radu. It's not there anymore."

"That's right, Leo. It's not there."

Leo began buckling at the knees, and Radu had to catch him.

"Oh, brother! Man, is that a relief! You think that means the mission is
over now, Radu?"

"Almost, baby, almost. I just need to make a couple of phone-calls, and then
we can lean back and watch the final chapters take care of themselves. Now,
if you're clean enough, you can get out of this shower and start breakfast.
Then I'll make my phone calls, and we can enjoy the peace of Christmas."

Leo fell quiet, allowing Radu to dry him off. Radu couldn't quite figure out
if he had a zombie or a baby on his hands for the rest of that day, so
incapable did Leo seem of doing anything for himself. Still, he seemed quite
happy; just dazed and absent-minded. And awfully tired.


Radu, Leo and Vera, December 28th:

"Now, that was a very nice meal, Vera. But it's just about all I can do to
heave my bulk from the table and out into the living-room. Are you sure you
don't want help clearing the table?"

"Just you take it easy, boys. I always knew men are inferior to women when
it comes to any kind of work, so it's best to let me take care of it. And
anyway, it'll be quick."

"Come on, Leo! Don't look so guilty! She just loves yapping about the
inferiority of males. In any case, she's the hostess today, so it would be
like a violation of a sacred duty to let us do any work."

Leo looked up at his love and smiled, allowing himself to be led out into
the living room. The two men sat down, just holding hands and saying
nothing.

"Now, isn't that a pretty sight? You look adorable, you two, positively
adorable. You know that?"

"Yes, Mom. We know. We always have."

"You always what? You always looked adorable, or you always knew you looked
adorable?"

"Both."

"Humph! If you weren't so big, I'd smack you for that. Now, where's that
remote control?"

Leo stirred. "You wanna watch TV now?"

"Yes" said Radu and Vera in unison. "You'll find it interesting. Just you
wait", added Vera.

CNN came on, with the presenter announcing a press conference.

"Shit! Is that Melissa Brady I see there?"

"It is, darling Leo. How do you know her?" asked Vera.

"I don't, but she's like a major star in investigative journalism. She's got
two Pulitzers. This must be big."

"Oh, yes! Now keep quiet and listen."

District Attorney James McQuaid's face appeared on the screen. Next to him
was Arch Bishop Rotherhithe. Leo, feeling confused about the whole affair,
missed the introduction. Then Grady the Dragon Lady took over.

"Mr McQuaid, is it correct that the post mortem did not yield definitive
proof of how Bishop Flanagan died?"

"That is correct."

"And there was nothing to indicate foul play of any kind?"

"Correct again."

"So, the police really don't know what happened?"

A nod.

"My next question is for the Arch Bishop. Is it true that Flanagan left
behind a written confession in which he stated that he on a number of
occasions forced young boys to have sex with him?"

Leo wanted to shout out, but only managed to jerk violently in his seat.
Radu pulled him back and laid a finger on his lips.

On the screen, it was obvious that both the Arch Bishop and the DA were
pretty much in shock, and neither of them answered the question before a new
barrage was unleashed.

"Is it true that this concerns twelve boys, all of whom were under the age
of fourteen at the time, and all of whom are named? Furthermore, is it true
that he confessed to a number of other abuses, such as breaking the
confessional in order to humiliate believers, denying absolution in order to
humiliate believers, planting false rumors to tarnish the reputations of
several colleagues, as well as blackmailing other bishops and even cardinals
to promote his own career in the Church?"

Deadly quiet, but only for a few moments.

"Is this true, Arch Bishop?" yelled Melissa Grady above the din that had
broken out. It took a while before order could be restored sufficiently to
allow her to go on with the questions.

"I ask you if this is true, because I have obtained a copy of this
confession, signed by Bishop Flanagan himself. And unless you can show it to
be false, my newspaper will publish it in full, omitting only the names of
the victims and other features that will assist in identifying them. So I
ask again, Arch Bishop, District Attorney, is all this true?"

Silence.

"You leave me no choice but to assume that it is true. My next question
would have been: What will the church do about it? Will there be apologies?
Will the church pay damages? But it seems that I won't get my answer, at
least not today, since you're leaving. Why don't you have the guts to answer
my questions, gentlemen?"

Pandemonium set in, and after a while, the presenter in the CNN studio came
back on.

"Breaking news there, ladies and gentlemen. Rest assured that we will be
following up on this case in the days and weeks to come. Now, for our other
news stories...."

Vera turned off the set, and turned to Leo, who was gaping like a fish on
dry land.

"I said you'd be interested, and I guess I was right."

"But...but where did she get hold of that confession?"

"From me. From us, rather", Vera answered.

Leo looked from mother to son, confusion still evident on his face.

Radu blushed a bit. "I got some copies, all signed, from...from him. From
Leonardo. And I called Mom to discuss what to do with them. It turns out she
knows somebody who knows Melissa Grady, and we decided to let her have them.
I guess there was at least one copy left in Flanagan's office when they
found him."

"But that means...It means you..." Leo turned to Vera, "...you know
everything. About the mission, about the angel, about Rafe...everything!"

"Yes, Leo, I know. Radu told me. And I believed him. It's not the kind of
story I would believe in normal circumstances, but somehow I never doubted
what he said. Oh, Leo, how must it have been for you all these years? I know
Radu suffered, but you? It must have been awful!"

Leo was sobbing now. Soon, he was having trouble breathing. Partly because
of his agitation, partly because of the four arms hugging him. All of them
were crying freely, until Vera disentangled herself, got up to walk into the
kitchen, then returning with a fresh pack of Kleenex

"Here. Let's all try to get a grip again."

Pause. Much blowing of noses and wiping of faces.

"Okay. I'm calm again now", Leo said. "But I'd like to know why you didn't
tell me about this, Radu. About Leonardo's visit, about the confession and
about liaising with Ms Grady."

Radu blushed and cast his eyes down. After a while he began talking, eyes
still on the floor.

"I didn't tell you, because he said...Leonardo said, that is, that these
final stages were for me to deal with. And I guess he was right. When you
woke up on the 24th, you seemed to have just enough energy for us
to...uhm..." he threw a quick glance at his mother, who studiously averted
her eyes.

"...for us to have sex. And then you kind of collapsed, even though you had
slept right through the night and the morning. You weren't yourself again
before yesterday. Not that you seemed unhappy, just completely exhausted."

He looked up again, and fixed his gaze firmly on Leo, who seemed to be deep
in thought.

"I guess..." started Leo, his voice faltering just a bit, "I guess you're
right. I did have some funny days. I felt quite content, just so incredibly
tired. So probably, I wouldn't have been able to deal with anything at all.
When I saw what just happened at that press conference, I did wonder if it
was really necessary to create so much scandal. But unless you were to
withhold vital information, the scandal would have broken anyway. Maybe a
bit later, but it would have broken. And it had to. I mean, Rafe and the
other kids deserve some justice, too. Don't they? And leaving it all to
Melissa Grady was probably smart. She's really competent, that woman."

Looking up and meeting the eyes of both, he smiled.

"No, Radu. You did the right thing. You too, Vera. Exactly the right thing.
And now it's out of our hands."

"You don't feel bad about subjecting Flanagan to all this, then?" asked
Vera.

"No." Leo shook his head. "To the extent that any of this is my
responsibility, it's a responsibility that I can bear. No problem. It was
the right thing to do."

"In that case, how about coffee and a nice game of Trivial Pursuit? You boys
up to that? I'll take both of you on," Vera announced loudly.

"Oh, yeah? You sure you know what you're doing? I was the statewide champion
of The Salvation Army TP championships for four years running back in the
eighties, you know."

"Well, that was then. Let's see what you can do now, O Leonardo of the Obese
Ego."

"Hah! If it wasn't for the gray hairs that you so skilfully cover, I'd give
you a piece of my mind for that."

"Come on, buster! I can take as big a piece of that thing you call your mind
as you can dish out."

"That settles it! You need knocking down, lady. Bring out the board!"


Leo and Radu, January 3rd, 2001:

Leo put his suitcase down, and opened his arms to hug Radu.

"Goodbye, lover. I wish I didn't have to go back to New York, but it won't
be for long."

"I wish so, too, but I can deal with a couple of weeks without you. I think.
And I'm sorry I can't go with you to the airport, but I do have practice
with the team."

"Of course you do. You're a working man. And so am I, with a lot of work to
do in the next two weeks."

"Are you sure that will be enough?"

"Positive. The new book only needs a bit of polishing. A few hours' work.
And then meeting with the publishers, cleaning out the apartment, meeting
with my lawyers to put in on the market, and then back here to start the
process of selling my folks' place. You know, I told Vera my assets ran to
about 150 000 dollars. I forgot about the apartment here. With what I can
get for both places, and the sale of the new book, I'm hoping it won't be
long before I can buy a 50% share of this place. Our place, Radu. Our home
together."

"Our home together. That sounds so good, Leo. It's so right. Just right."

After a final, long, sloppy kiss, Leo picked up his suitcase and walked out
the door. There was a spring in his step and a smile on his face.


Radu, January 16th, 2001:

Radu was in bed, pleased with himself, with the world, with everything. He
was playing really well on the team, more self-assured than he'd been
before. Also, he'd made it known to everybody who bothered to listen that he
and Leo were to be life partners. Some spiteful soul had alerted the media.
Radu chuckled to himself. That had been fun. The inane questions those
reporters had asked! But no matter; he'd dealt with them. And with the
sponsors and the president, too. Weird what a height of 6'10", coupled with
almost limitless self-confidence could do. And Leo had made short shrift of
the media on his end. That article in the "Examiner" last Sunday...It was
almost comical the way the couple had been portrayed as heroes. Some of the
media had more hostile views, but so what? Radu felt sure his prowess on the
basketball court would swing the crowds. And that would prove decisive for
the sponsors, for media coverage and all the rest. No sweat.

And the following afternoon, Leo would be back. Everything had gone
swimmingly in New York. Radu was glad, because the yearning he felt was
getting intense.

He threw aside the comforter and glanced down towards his crotch, where the
long cock was throbbing.

"You miss him, too, huh?"

As if in response, it grew even harder and started drooling a bit of
pre-cum.

"I guess that answers that question. Well, you can't have him. Not in
person. Not yet."

Radu's right hand cupped his balls, gently kneading them, even squeezing a
bit. Small, delightful stabs of pain shot through him, smearing his
cock-head with more pre-cum. He moaned, and set his left hand to work on
first one nipple, then the other, flicking, tweaking, pulling.

"Mmmmh! Oh, yeah! I wish you were here, Leo, my love."

The left hand made a trail downwards, joining its mate briefly before the
long finger on his right hand entered Radu's mouth, only to emerge again,
covered in saliva. A pair of absurdly long thighs spread outwards and
upwards, leaving the pink pucker of his ass undefended. The finger teased
the opening briefly, then entered.

A little squeal of pain, then moans of delight as the finger penetrated as
far as it could go. His body shook slightly as the finger manipulated the
prostate.

"Time for a bit of Leo substitute", he mumbled to himself, rolling over on
one side and reaching under the pillow. A towel, a jar of lubrication and a
dildo were soon lying on the sheet. The dildo was made from a plaster cast
of Leo's fat cock. Radu lubed it up, covering his own rectal orifice as
well. He wiped his hands on the towel, then got up on his knees, left hand
supporting his weight. The right held "Little Leo", pointing it at his
opening.

"Movin' in, Captain!" he tittered, before applying pressure. Oh, yes! This
slow penetration was so great! No loosening up with fingers and rimming. Not
that there was anything wrong with fingers and a tongue to prepare the
opening for the assault, but it wasn't really much of a turn-on when he was
all by himself. Much better to let the latex cock do it all. Pushing, ever
so slightly, opening up the asshole in the process.

"Aahh!" A small whimper escaped Radu as the head popped past his sphincter.
He paused to allow himself to get used to its presence at the entrance to
the holy of holies. Then, he pushed it some more, letting it slide in
deeper. Slowly, slowly.

After a couple of minutes, all of it was inside. He felt really stretched
out, balancing between delightful tension and outright pain. He was no
masochist, but the initial sensation of being taken... Not violated, but
taken. Yeah!

He pulled it out an inch or so, then gently back in. Best to take it easy at
first. Protracted pain was no turn-on at all. Gradually, he increased the
length of the movements, until he could easily slide it almost all the way
out, leaving only the head inside, then back in. All the way. He couldn't
really do it fast, not like it was when Leo fucked him, that was simply too
awkward, but a nice pumping rhythm; that he could manage.

He lay his forehead down on the sheet, letting his left hand seek the
ball-sac, kneading and squeezing more. The right kept up the rhythm, "Little
Leo" fucking his master's ass in long, smooth motions.

"Oh, Leo! This is so goood! Man, if you were only here to fuck me. Aaaah!"
The last outburst was a muted moan, accompanied by a shudder going through
his entire body. The left hand wrapped itself around the shaft of his long,
Slavic prick, the thumb moving along the top of the self-lubricated glans.

"I'm fucking myself, Leo! I'm gonna cum soon!"

Eyes screwed tightly shut, balls rising on each side of the shaft, "Little
Leo" pistoning in and out as fast as he could make it go, Radu held his
breath and felt the tension rising. Soon, soon, yes! Oh, man! These moments
just before orgasm, with everything sort of tingling. Wild!

"Yaaaah!"

With a long wail and a series of muscular contractions, Radu's cock let go
of its load. The first spurt hit his chin, then a series of smaller spurts
drenched the sheet. After five jets and some oozing, he began to relax. Then
a series of small contractions caused the glans to expand, increasing the
sensitivity just below the piss-slit. Woo-hoo!

Finally, it was over. He rolled over on his side, looking at the wet spots
on the sheet, licking sperm from his face. After some more heavy breathing,
he eased "Little Leo" out, wiped it and himself off with the towel, and
looked up at the running camcorder on its tripod. Making home videos was
fun! He just hoped the tapes Leo was making at his end would be as hot to
watch as he had felt making his own.

Yeah, life was good. Very good.


THE END


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard, (c) April 2001. All rights
reserved.

Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com