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Putting Things to Rest

It wasn’t love. Most likely it was because he craved the intense warmth another body wrapped around him could bring, the pleasure one received from the rhythm of the act, the satisfaction long-kept from him of making love. No, not making love. The only thing he could possibly hope for anymore would be a good and thorough fuck.

Nothing mattered anymore except the job. To kill and finish what no one else had dreamed of starting were his objectives. Lately he seemed to have forgotten. Tonight was the end. Gale clenched his fists, hiding in the shadows and waiting. Soon he would be able to move in. A moment had to be taken, however, as his emotions went hay-wire. He knew Calen was in the mansion, he just hadn’t planned on seeing him.

The young man had been in deep thought, clutching the rail of the balcony and staring out to the city. Four stories above him and he still was able to make Gale’s insides stir. It seemed so long since he had seen him. Gale could have watched him for hours, until the moment was shattered. The man he was going to kill in a few moments came out to join his son and he wasn’t alone. Li Cho Kit, the man was a lot of things, but lapdog and lackey he wasn’t. Gale had only seen the mysterious bodyguard from afar and always at Ortonse’s side, but he had gathered enough information about him to know that he was dangerous.

It definitely was not love, or even a likeness, he tried to argue with himself. However much Gale could deny feeling anything strong for the kid, he could not hide from his own self the feelings that swallowed him seeing Li so familiar with him. Touching him, drawing him near, and finally placing his hands on him while escorting him to his car, Gale had seen it all. He watched from the trees surrounding the estate, undetected and murderous. The bastard’s hands should not be allowed anywhere near Calen! He had also noticed the look shared between Ortonse and Li. There was an understanding in their smiles. Gale wanted to rip them apart. Calen was not something to toy with, he wasn’t made for that.

Dark rage seeped further into his bones as he imagined Ortonse giving his most loyal man his son to do as he wished with for the night. Where had he taken him to? Imagining Li taking Calen somewhere private and off the grounds led him to think on the many scenarios that could transpire. Would Calen be seduced? Gale clenched his teeth, not wincing in the slightest when he bit the inside of his cheek. The pain was a welcomed distraction for the anguish he felt as the vision of a writhing Calen in Li Cho Kit’s bed came to him.

How dare Calen make him feel this way! He growled and moved from his hidden position. This was not the time or place to be having such thoughts. When the silver sports car turned out of the curving driveway, he smiled maliciously. Though he hated the circumstances, this was the perfect opportunity. Calen had proved to be the best distraction in the aiding of his father’s death.

It was without incident that he walked into the mansion, not being noticed in the slightest by the large group of guests.

This would have been the perfect time to look around and see who all were frequent guests of Ortonse’s but Gale needed to get this over with. Also, he had vowed to himself that only those leading the responsibility of the Worthington murders would pay. With the deaths of Tatou, Knightly, and Fisher, the whole system would fall apart and be forced to start over. This time, it wouldn’t be headed by bastards. Sure everyone was greedy that far up, but some good people were still around. They were too weak to go against Fisher, so Gale was helping them along. Only one man was left, and then Gale could stop.

He smirked as he passed Vincent Anderton, newly appointed Governor of Pearl. Vincent was deep inside Fisher’s pocket. With Ortonse gone, he would quickly lose everything. Before anyone could start a conversation with him or become suspicious, Gale blended in and moved past the party. He could not fail tonight.

The doors to the far side of the room led into a warmly decorated hall. He had not found Ortonse amongst the partiers and this was the only other place he could have gone. A door opened at the end of the hall and he quickly stepped into a darkened room. Two women laughed as they quietly talked and went back the way he came. They adjusted their skimpy outfits one last time before going into the ball room blasting dark techno music. Certain he would find what he was after, he snuck into the room the women came out of.

It was a small den. To one side led a hall to a dark doorway, the other a room that’s door was opened slightly with light and voices drifting out from behind it. Gale silently crossed the distance and stopped when he could hear the conversation perfectly. One was a man he did not recognize, but the other sent a red haze over his vision. With nothing protecting him, no barriers between aside from the normal door, was Ortonse. Gale’s shoulder’s tensed and he willed his breathing to slow. It would not do to ruin this on account of his anticipation.

Oh, beloveds, he is going to die very soon, and by my own hands. A truly demonic smile grew across his pale lips.

“That was a very generous thing to do, Mr. Fisher,” the unknown man said, his accent heavy. Gale guessed he was Italian.

“It was nothing, my friend. While two women usually warm my bed, I can handle one if it means letting another man find pleasure as well.”

“Well thank you just the same. An incredible lover that little one proved to be,” he laughed and sounded extremely satisfied with himself.

“Not at all. However,” suddenly Fisher was very serious, “I do hope you remember how generous I am willing to be to those that choose to be my friends.”

The man laughed, “Of course! Is this what this is about? Buttering me up? You old devil!” Both men were now sharing their humor and Gale could just picture them hugging like reunited college roommates, though they had probably just met earlier in the week. “You’ve had my support since the beginning.”

“Excellent. With your financial backing as well, my plans for this city can start taking off.”

“And Aquaria, don’t forget.”

“Pearl, Aquaria, and her sisters. Mr. Filipo, there is nothing I won’t be able to do. Once I’m finished here.” Ortonse sounded far away and a decade younger.

“And I have heard great things about your youngster. With his expertise, I have no doubts about what you can accomplish, even at this year’s end.”

“Yes, Calen,” Ortonse sounded as though he was frowning at the idea of his son. “He is a bit skittish at the moment, but I have a feeling his mind will change very soon.”

“He’s young. Young men are idealists. Change cannot be brought about without hard work and muscle put behind it. He’ll soon see.”

“I agree.”

There was a tinkling of glasses, but Gale missed the last part of the conversation as he had to scatter about the room and duck behind a chair as the two men came out. They shook hands, made plans to dine together the next night, and said their goodbyes. Gale was growing disappointed at the thought of his work being delayed if Ortonse went back to his party. He had studied the man for a long time and knew that the geezer could last up until the early morning hours. A resilient foe.

However, Fisher declined the prospect of more partying at the moment. After all, he had just made another deal and would have to mark the latest transaction down. He would join them all later. Smiling, the man went back into his office. When the room was empty once again, the black-cloaked figure rose from behind its hiding place and stalked to the room its potential victim was inside.

When he came inside, Ortonse immediately looked up from what he was writing. Curiosity sparked in his dark blue-green eyes as he cast his glance over him. Gale paused at the threshold, quickly regaining the shake wanting to take over his body as he caught the man’s attention. This was it.

“Well, Mr. O’Kirk. How are you this evening? I had no idea you were the type to enjoy my parties,” Ortonse said, smiling but cold.

“I don’t.” Gale was not surprised that he knew who he was. Like him, Ortonse knew just about everything that went on in Pearl. Gale could be considered many things but not elite, yet he was a powerful person in the city. Of course Ortonse knew him without ever meeting him face-to-face.

“Of course not,” there was a wolfishness to his words. “What the fuck do you want?”

Gale smiled in return, matching the other man with his hate. “You know by now.”

“Mmm, that I do, Mr. O’Kirk.”

“Do you? And you didn’t try and bring me in?” Gale closed the door behind him.

“Call me curious. I wanted to see if and when you would try and get to me.”

“Every one of you assholes has been so arrogant, wanting to see if I actually had the balls to continue with my plans. Well, except for Tatou. That fat fucker was the first to go, so he really didn’t get the chance to be pretentious, did he?” Gale smiled more as he came to stand beside the chair opposite his target, that had hit a nerve.

“Do you really think this will change anything?” Ortonse pushed his anger away, letting his usual calm swim over him.

“I don’t care if things change. This is about revenge, Mr. Fisher.”

Ortonse gave a bored scoff, leaning casually into his leather chair. “Well isn’t that noble. Look, I apologized for what had to happen to the Worthington Zoo. I wish that it didn’t have to be that way, but it did. Lots of people lost a part of their little family units, and I tried to compensate them. Don’t think I didn’t look at the list of the few people that didn’t accept my money as consolation.”

“That was an insult!” Gale felt his body heat up as his anger erupted. “How dare you think you could murder a hundred times over and bribe me into letting it go?!”

“It wasn’t meant as a bribe, Mr. O’Kirk.” Ortonse leveled his icy glare on the unhinged killer. “A lot of mothers and fathers died that day, some children were orphaned. I wanted those that had been dragged into this taken care of. I know you lost your entire family that day.”

“Shut up. You know nothing of what I lost.”

“Your mind for one thing.” Ortonse smirked at the look he was given. “Oh, I am not the crazy one, sir. What have I done that is so wrong? My hand was pushed. The government that existed before my system was that of Old America. Still after all these years, that country clings to their flawed beliefs. I came here and I couldn’t have that. It’s radical yes, but it has worked so far. What is so wrong with things? Honestly? Yes, I have guards on the streets, at the important parts of the city, but it is hardly ‘Nazi Germany’ as I recall reading in your paper.”

“Pearl was a piece of shit before, but now it is worse. We have ghettos, slums, red-light districts, polluted towns, homeless people, crime rate is at its highest, and the fact that your system was built off the lives of hundreds of innocent people. You condone prostitution, rape, drugs, murder, slavery, and everything else that can make you money. Whatever you say won’t change my mind. I am going to kill you.”

“Ah, and what do you think will happen when I’m gone?”

“After the parade for your death? Chaos I suppose.” Gale could have laughed at the fury in Ortonse’s eyes. “I think the people here will order themselves out, and all those that have been watching this shitty island will step in and take over – without force and bloodshed.”

Gale’s eyes widened and he ducked on instinct as Ortonse suddenly stood with a gun in his hand. Apparently that was the correct button to push to make the man react to him. As nice as it was to finally get going, he didn’t appreciate being shot at. On his way to the floor a bullet went through his sleeve, grazing his arm and sending a hot sting throughout the appendage. As he rolled forward for cover another grazed straight across his back. A pained groaned escaped him and he felt his adrenaline surge through his veins.

He rolled to the front of the large oak desk, cursing the fact that it was a tiny office with little cover and panicking when he realized the party was still going on. If anyone heard the gunshots… With that thought in mind, Gale landed on his back, for a second shielded and drew both legs back. He grit his teeth as the cut on his back rubbed against the carpet and his shirt, but he did not hold back as he kicked at the desk. It went toppling, and when he heard the surprised gasp from the other man, he didn’t pause in his attack.

Gale scrambled over the wooden construction and made a grab at the winded man. He moved his head just as Ortonse managed to squeeze the trigger again. The sound shook his eardrums but he still connected his fist with the man’s gut. Barely fazed, Ortonse wheezed and then slammed his still smoking gun into the side of his face. Gale hollered, furious and in pain as the sting of hot metal and the force of a punch met his cheek. Grabbing the offending hand by the almost frail wrist, he smiled as he felt bone shift and Ortonse released his weapon with a cry.

Ortonse pushed away enough to plant his foot against his chest and sent him sprawling back over the desk with a crash. As he spit blood out of his throbbing mouth, Gale finally felt urgency tugging at him. This had to end fast. He had to finish and make few mistakes. There were only so many noises techno music and voices could cover. With one last calming breath, Gale lunged just as Ortonse made a grab for his gun.

Ortonse grunted in pain and fatigue as the younger man slammed him into the wall. His eyes swam, brown dots clouding his vision as his head connected hard with the newly redecorated wall. For fuck’s sake, he wasn’t twenty anymore! He heard a snap and it was a moment’s delay for the searing pain to reach his brain. Shooting his eyes down, he found his hand hanging at an odd angle and his gun dangling from useless fingers. That bastard broke his wrist!

“This…will not change…a God damned…thing,” he breathed. Defiantly watching his attacker.

Gale could not control himself. Eight years worth of waiting, watching, and longing to put the man through just a little of the anguish that he had felt every day since Sean and his sweet, little Bastian were murdered. His fists collided with everything. Ortonse looked like a doll, jumping and rattling about with every hit. Blood began to bubble out of his mouth and Gale thought through the haze in his mind how amazing it was that he had ruptured the man’s organs just by punching him. Pulling the pulverized face upward, he slid his gloved hand through his blood-sticky hair and pulled tightly. Ortonse was too far gone to notice pain and only winced slightly. His eyes rolled back as his head was slammed over and over again into the varnished paneling behind him. When his bloodlust began to fade, Gale took one of his last silver daggers out of the case strapped to his thigh and stabbed Ortonse Fisher, his enemy, the killer of everything he had loved, in the heart.

Gale stepped away, letting the convulsing, choking man fall on his face and left the office without a backward glance. There was no point. Ortonse would not be surviving that attack. A smile came to him as he thought about the old bastard dying alone. When he was out the gates and walking down the road to his motorbike he had pushed into the bushy ditches, he pulled a small object out of his coat. No one was working that night. The building was completely abandoned, he had made sure. Fingering the button for a second he pushed it and instantly an explosion sounded into the night. Things would have continued on the same, even with Fisher dead. Gale was not stupid. However, with his brain child, Mecca Corporations, destroyed, rebuilding would be easier.

Feeling the fatigue of the night’s events finally, Gale got onto his bike and headed for his hideout. The ride was surreal and Gale hardly had a thought in his cleared mind.

* * * * *

Calen felt bile rise in his throat as he waited in the sterile hall. The ride back to his house had felt like slow-motion. They had not spoken a word and it was the first time he had seen Kit nervous. It wasn’t so much that he was acting differently, but there was a different sort of gleam in his eyes. When they pulled into the driveway, he saw the flashing lights of an ambulance and three police cars. Kit had grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. Calen remained watching the spectacle and didn’t pull away, not wanting to be rude or make the man think he wasn’t affected in the slightest about the possibility that his father was dead. He knew Ortonse was dead and he had a feeling Kit did too.

Now they were in the morgue. Kit was silent, drawing inside himself, and Calen gave him space. He supposed he should be nice to him, after all, Kit actually liked his father. He could see him through the window in the door, standing over Ortonse’s bloodied body, a pool of red soaking the sheet over his heart. Kit had his head bowed, whispering a silent prayer in his own language as he absently pet the untainted blonde strands at the top of his head. Calen was antsy, but had nowhere else to go.

His lips tingled. Kit was an amazing kisser. Calen’s body tingled as he thought about the possibility of Gale kissing him. Damn, but he did a number on Ortonse! All of that pent up emotion. He yearned to talk to him again. Once more. Who knew when he would see him again? The thought of the writer taking his life now that he had finished his campaign was what made Calen push himself away from the wall, give the cop that escorted them a message for Kit, and then get a taxi to take him home. He needed his car so he could go to the only place he knew where to look for Gale.

* * * * *

Gale had just finished putting his first aid kit away when there was a knock on his door. He thought about taking a weapon with him but realized no one wanting to fight would knock. Also, no one knew he stayed in this slum except for one person. He tried to will away the flutter in his stomach as he unlocked his door. Sure enough, there the kid stood. Calen had come to him when he said to stay away, came to him with his father’s body only beginning to cool in the hospital’s freezer. Without a word he let him through.

When he turned to him after locking back up, he found him in the center of the room. His coat was on a chair and Gale noticed he was still in his clothes from the party. Tight blue jeans and a dark blue dress shirt, he kept the first three buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing light golden skin.

Calen watched his host linger by the door. His body was taut; he could see the strain beneath his black t-shirt. Gale’s hair was damp, the dark red strands getting a wave to them. He must have returned not too long ago. It was surreal, knowing the man had been killing his father while he was away being seduced by a psychopath.

“How could you ever think I would leave you alone? Even after this.” Calen could not stop from speaking. It was his nature to not beat around the bush. Things would be better for everyone involved if helput everything on the table for the other man to do with however he wished.

He felt his hold break. Gale closed his eyes for a moment to try and control himself. However, he knew as soon as he opened them he would see what was waiting, he’d walk across the room, and he would take the offer. Admittance made it easier and deep inside he felt that Sean understood. Stormy blue eyes opened and instantly he felt his body move. Suddenly he was right in front of Calen, then his arms went around the slender figure, and finally he crushed the willing lips beneath his.

The kiss wasn’t meant to be so harsh, but Gale couldn’t stop and Calen wasn’t fighting him. The way the young man wrapped his arms around his neck, pressed further against him, and sighed against his mouth made him even more frenzied. Calen tasted sweeter than he could have imagined. A surprised yelp broke into his mouth as he grabbed him by the thighs and hoisted them up to his waist. Calen immediately hooked his legs around him and began to grind his crotch against him.

Gale dropped him onto his sofa and fell on top of him before any words could be spoken. His tongue shoved its way inside Calen’s mouth, sucking and massaging the silken roof and quivering muscle. He shook as he noticed how natural it felt to sink between Calen’s legs and press against him. His mouth broke away from the brutal kiss and he latched onto his tender neck, licking and biting until the young man lay speechless and trembling.

“I killed your father,” Gale growled against the damp flesh he had tasted previously. His hand slid beneath his shirt, gripping and rubbing the taut stomach hidden from him. “I enjoyed beating him to a bloody heap,” he said as he snapped the buttons open and kissed his way up and down the lovely chest.

“Gale,” Calen breathed and threaded his hand through the soft crimson hair tickling him. He had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything else. His heart felt like it would surely burst if the murderer touched him anymore.

“I felt like this whole thing hadn’t been a waste of time.” Deftly he unbuckled the leather belt in his way. A great shudder went through Calen and he rose to kiss along his unblemished jaw. “I felt like I could live again when I stabbed the fucker in his black heart.”

Calen moaned loudly, his volume swallowed up as he was kissed again. As he finished his last statement, Gale had shoved his hand inside his pants to grip him through his flimsy boxers. His hands went to the perfect ass of the man pillaging his mouth and squeezed hard, breathing hard as he was let go long enough for his shirt to be taken off completely.

“I don’t care what you did,” Calen panted, sitting up to free the other man of his shirt as well. They both gasped, clinging to one another as bare skin met. “It doesn’t matter to me how killing him made you feel. This was your night. I’m not here to judge.” Calen leaned in to trail kisses along his graceful neck. “You can move on now.”

There was a silent plea in those words. Calen thought he was going to kill himself. Gale pulled him into a hug, kissing the top of his golden head. Maybe he would have years before, but Gale had put that idea aside ages ago. As shitty as life was without Sean and Bastian, it wasn’t enough to throw his own life away. With one last lingering kiss, Gale stood and took hold of the other man’s hand. Not a word was spoken. For the first time in the better half of a decade, Gale was taking someone to his bed.

He was too hungry to play. As soon as Calen was laid on the mattress, Gale was all over him. His tongue trailed the length of his pretty form, teasing and making him scream. Calen threw his head back, panting and moaning as the older man took his cock in hand. There was no way he could last long with his skilled pumps and rubbing. When Gale inserted his fingers inside of him he blushed to realize he was thrusting up and voicing his delight loudly.

“Gale,” he couldn’t stop saying his name in a breathy chant. Sweat began to run down his face and cool his body. “Mmm, I’m so close, baby. Right there,” his voice hitched as the fingers imbedded within him brushed against his prostate.

Calen smiled through his tears and the scream that erupted from him when Gale thrust his cock inside of his begging body. He had never been with anyone who didn’t use a condom. The heat of his shaft was surreal, adding to the warmth he already felt. Gale leaned down, hitching his legs high around his back and thrust harder as he kissed him. Calen whimpered, pain and unbearable pleasure gripping him as he was used entirely. With anyone else it would have been a horrible experience, but while his thrusts and cock nearly broke him in two, the man’s hands and mouth were gentle.

As shaky breath fluttered against his cheek and hands rubbed and gripped him carefully, Calen could imagine this meaning more than fucking. His mind was making him come down off his incredible high. He brought one hand up to push Gale’s hair behind his ear and kissed his temple. This would be enough. He could not and did not want to compete with a dead lover. This would be enough. Suddenly Gale grabbed his retreating hand, kissing his palm and wrist before burying his face in his shoulder.

“God, Calen.”

The sound of his deep voice husky with pleasure made Calen smile. However, his victory was forgotten as Gale took hold of his swollen penis and began jerking him off as he rutted deeper in his channel. Calen screamed, his entire body convulsing as he ejaculated. The force of his orgasm made him almost pass-out as it lasted wave after wave. His cock twitched until nothing spewed forth. The bed crashed against the wall and with a deep snarl, Gale came hard in the beautiful body wrapped around him. Calen clung weakly to his sweaty form.

“Eight years,” Gale panted dazedly from atop his lover.

Calen smiled, trailing his hands up and down the older man’s back and ass. He knew what he meant and blushed thinking he had had the pleasure of being the receiver of Gale O’Kirk’s end to his long-standing celibacy. They both groaned when he pulled out. Gale shuddered, feeling emotional and getting pissed for not knowing how to deal with it, and pulled Calen closer. It was winter, but their bedroom activity had left them hot and only a thin sheet covered them for the night.

The young Fisher rolled over, cuddling against his side and passing out immediately. Gale cradled him close, pretending for a moment that they were just two normal guys being able to enjoy one another. He kissed his sweat-salted forehead before giving in to sleep. Tomorrow he would take the time to figure out if what he did was a mistake.

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