Convergence

“Calm down,” he whispered. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Kurt stopped screaming; Shaun removed his hand and put away his piece. The two men stared at each other for a few tense moments.

“Who hired you?” Kurt asked. “Was it the Lavender Mafia? They sent you here to kill me, didn’t they? Shit! I knew it! I knew you were too good to be true.”

“Listen, dumbass, if you were my target, you’d be dead and at the bottom of a pond in Kiev right now.” Shaun slid off of Kurt’s body and lay down beside him. “In fact, thanks to you, my victim has been given an extended lease on life. Instead of hunting him down, I’ve been dragging your sorry ass all over Eastern Europe.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why’d you pick me up in Kiev? Why’d you agree to bring me here? Are you using me to get to your target?”

“No.”

“Then why?” Kurt asked again. “None of this makes any sense.”

Shaun didn’t answer. He just slid off the bed and started undressing. He gave Kurt an intense stare, placed his holster and gun on the nightstand beside the bed, and then walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Kurt heard the shower running and the sound of Shaun humming an old German folk song.

I thought about what Shaun had told me. If he was a hit man and I was the target, he could have killed me seven times over since we met on that park bench. I really couldn’t see that as his motivation. If I was not in his sights, then he was with me because he wanted to be with me. I decided to accept that as fact. I had to also accept the fact that I was too deeply involved with this guy to run. Let it run out, let’s see where this ride takes me.

The water stopped, the last drips echoing in the tiled bathroom, and I heard the glass shower door open. I pictured Shaun in the next room, toweling off his glistening body, the sleek well-developed arms rubbing soft terrycloth across his large pectorals. I began to salivate. Suddenly the cell phone on the table next to his gun began to hum. I instinctively reached for it, as Shaun came out of the bathroom. He literally flew across the room and grabbed the gun, then the phone. Snatching me by the hair, he answered.

“Hallo” Ja, Dmitri, you found Rasmussen? I see. Yes... No, don’t do anything. Keep me informed, I will need to contact him today. Danke. Yes, thanks. Same number.”

I looked up at Shaun. He released my hair, and I put my arms around his waist. He was warm and moist from the shower. I smelled the clean scent of soap, and felt his heart beating in his body. I clung to him, as he stroked my back with his hands. His cock pressed assertively into the hair on my chest. Shaun fell across me in the bed, and we embraced. Our kiss was more intense than before, our passion heightened by what we had endured, and I knew that we had passed a threshold. Our relationship was changed forever.

Vienna is a beautiful city, full of relics and architecture dating to the Roman Empire. We exited the plush comfort of the Rosenthaler and took to the streets. We left the car at the hotel, and instead began to walk through the narrow cobble stoned alleys that snaked deep into Alstadt, the oldest section of the city. I filled Shaun in on everything. He needed to understand why we were here, why I needed to find Gunnar and retrieve the key and contents of the safe deposit box. Shaun fascinated me. He told me what his life was like, the constant travel and the hundreds of hotel rooms he slept in, often alone, sometimes not. It was a lonely life, and a dangerous one. I wanted to be a part of it. He was committed to helping me find Gunnar, and I accepted his help gladly. Dmitri had located him immediately. He was not good at covering his tracks; he was really nothing more than a foolish street thug, after all. We headed to the address that Dmitri had given Shaun. Acht Hanen Strasse. A narrow stucco and timber building pressed between two stone walls that terraced the street behind a great cathedral.

“Dmitri says he’s there now. Are you ready to confront him? What's your plan, Kurt? How much will he struggle? And what do you want to do with him when you’ve gotten what you want?”

I hadn’t really thought it through. Gunnar was dangerous, and worse, he was stupid. That’s always a bad combination. I knew he would fight back, like a wild dog backed into a corner. The fucking idiot would get whatever he deserves. His fate will be determined by his actions. We stepped through the heavy oak door and into the cool, damp stairwell that led up to Gunnar’s second floor flat. Shaun played with the old latch for a few seconds, and the door opened with a creak. The apartment was in the back of the building, and it faced the stone buttresses of the cathedral. I could see the mighty arch of stained glass in the church’s nave through Gunnar’s window. There was muffled sounds coming from the bedroom, and we slid silently across the parlor to the open door.

The man stood at the edge of the bed, totally naked except for a visored military cap and heavy leather straps criss-crossing his massive chest. He was a huge bear-like man, rolls of muscle layered over an immense frame. His entire body was covered in a dense growth of tightly curled black hair. His colossal cock stood straight out in front of him, as he turned to us in astonishment. On the bed lay Gunnar, face down, his wrists and ankles tied firmly to the bedposts, his ass stuffed with a large black dildo. His buttocks were red and chafed from the beating he was obviously enduring at the hands of this wooly mammoth. I knew Gunnar was having a good time. This is just the scene that he hungered for.

The beast started towards us, anger showing on his heavy features, his teeth clenched beneath his heavy moustache and fists knotted in rage. Shaun quickly pulled his gun, and the man stepped back, surprised.

“Put on your goddam pants and get the fuck out of here. Now!”

The hulking beast stared into the chrome gun barrel for a second, then grinned.

“So, mien Herr, why not join me? There is no reason we cannot enjoy this boy together. You may rob him as we leave. I will not stop you!”

He assumed we were armed burglars! Shaun grabbed the larger pair of Levi’s from the floor and tossed them at the man. He smiled sadly as he raised them over his hips, pulling his thick uncut erection back into the denim fly. He shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the flat, pulling the door shut behind him. Gunnar had a ball gag in his mouth. I reached down and loosened the buckle on the leather dog collar that held it firmly in his jaw. He gasped and sobbed for a few seconds.

“Kurt! Thank God you came! That man was raping me! I’m so grateful to you, my best friend! Please untie me! You are here like a guardian angel, here to rescue me!”

“Shut your fucking trap, Gunnar! You lying piece of shit. You were getting just what you wanted, and far less punishment than you deserve! I'm not here to rescue you, and you know it.”