Undercover - Chapter 23

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 23: Run Away

Months earlier, my colleagues at the precinct had pranked me with a mock kidnapping as part of my training.

It was not funny then, and it was even less funny now.

To be fair, I was in such a state of shock that it prevented me from thinking coherently.

I was numb.

People around me were speaking Russian or Ukrainian. I could not even tell the difference.

Not only was I blinded, I was also deaf in a way because I was unable to understand anyone.

Someone checked my injury.

The dude pressed on my hip, it hurt, and then it was a complete blackout.

*

I woke up, - who knows how many hours later -, in a hospital room straight out of a horror movie.

I thought it was bad before, but there, my worst nightmare came to life.

I was stark naked, lying on an examination table, medical instruments around me, and a bright light hurting my eyes.

I was confused.

I was cold too.

I remembered the body parts, the organs I had found. Those were my first thought.

"A leg, sir. In a river."

Chief Gordon's words came back to me as well.

The Police had found a leg. I had found the rest of the body. And there were many more. Hundreds of them. In hundreds of coolers.

I wanted to throw up.

My own body would be next.

I never thought I would end up like this, butchered by a mad man to be sold in parts for the organs’ trade.

I really felt that my life was over when a miracle happened.

Artem's face leaned over me, passing through the bright light until I could recognize each of his features.

He looked handsome, as always. Angelic even, under that halo of white light.

He also seemed relieved.

Maybe I was already dead and this was heaven.

"Are you with me, Ryan? Are you okay?"

What was my boyfriend talking about?

My name was Kyle.

I had a few seconds of confusion, remembering only bits and pieces.

Some parts of the past three months were clear while others seemed to elude me.

I could not understand my surroundings or what was happening to me.

Later it made sense, I was coming out of anesthesia.

"Art... Art, am I dead?"

He kissed my forehead.

"No, baby. You're going to be fine. You’re safe now.”

Safe? I did not feel that way.

I looked around.

This didn't seem like a normal hospital at all. It was dark and sleazy. There were also boxes piled up against the walls.

I roamed my hands over my own body, I had to feel that I was really there.

Then, I touched Artem.

That helped.

"I'm scared, Art."

My mouth was dry. I felt dizzy.

"I know, baby. But it's going to be okay. You were involved in a shooting, but we brought you back."

"Where... where am I?"

Slowly the memories of the shooting came back, along with the details of the undercover mission.

I was no longer Kyle.

At least not to Artem.

To him and to everyone in San Antonio, I was Ryan Smith.

To me… Well, that was the million dollars question.

Who was I to myself?

"We brought you to the temporary headquarters and Jansen took care of the bullet in your leg."

"Jansen?!"

I straightened up.

"Relax, babe. No sudden movement, please. He's a surgeon, well, Jansen is our surgeon. He has worked as a medic in the army before, he's really used to… To this kind of injuries.”

"Fuck him…” I muttered.

"Babe, I hate him as much as you do but we couldn't take you to a real hospital, they'd arrest you."

“But who the hell took me?! I was kidnapped.”

“It was us, I mean, my father’s people. He gave the orders to get you here but they weren’t sure…”

“About what?”

“About you. They brought you here and I had to confirm it was really you… I… I didn’t know what was happening…” He stammered. “I’m… I’m so sorry, Ry, it’s all of my fault. You never should have been involved in this mess… I know it was a bad decision from the start to have you worked for my father.”

He started to cry.

It broke my heart.

The only constant in my life had not moved. I was still in love with him.

Much like the state I was in, it was inexplicable, but it was real.

I returned to a more normal state of consciousness.

I looked down at my naked body, my flaccid dick was just lying there. I had a bandage on my right hip.

It did not hurt so much.

In many ways I had been lucky. I was a survivor.

"Sam is dead." I spoke.

Artem nodded yes.

"I know."

He put his hand on my bare chest.

He too was loving me, I could tell, I could feel it.

"Artem, did you know what we were transporting?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but we were interrupted.

Someone entered the room.

"How is he?" The man barked.

Not him...

My whole body tensed.

"He's been shot, dad! How do you think he is?!"

Andriy towered over me, looking frightening as ever.

I hated his stupid face.

"Jansen told me it was all right, the bullet did hardly any damage. Just a scratch." He smiled savagely.

“Fuck you, dad.” Artem told him.

I was surprised to hear that. I was afraid too. I did not want Artem to put himself at risk.

Andriy only shrugged his shoulders.

“You’re way too sensitive, son. I bet he’s all right. Aren’t you girthy boy? Aren’t your skin thick?”

"I… I’m fine." I mumbled in my breath.

I was the opposite of fine but what was I supposed to say?

"See! He's all good and my people know what they're doing."

"Clearly… That’s why someone from your crew is dead, killed by a fucking band of teenagers.”

"Don't push the limits, son."

Artem sighed but kept his mouth shut.

Andriy looked down at me.

"We’ll avenge you, Ryan. Those little scumbags will pay, I promise you that. I have men on the case as we speak, some of the assailants are already dead, and the others will bow down soon. We’ll get them all, and their families if necessary”

I thought about the guys with red bandanas who I had seen running towards the van with the riffles.

They seemed so young, probably Sam's age.

"I... I don't need to be avenged."

Andriy chuckled.

"Of course, you do. Don't you have any pride? And if you don't, I have enough for the three of us.” He stared at his son.

Their relationship was so messed up, I thought.

Andriy continued.

“It's also a practical matter. I need to show the little punks who might think about coming after me that this would be a very poor choice. The second you show a sign of weakness, you’re dead. I need to remind them who’s the boss.”

"I understand."

"Besides, we lost some of the cargo, we need to get it back. ASAP. This is worth millions."

I did not know how much a liver could be sold for these days, apparently a lot.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

“Nothing, babe.” Artem intervened immediately.

His father rolled his eyes.

The old man was almost playful when he did so.

"You're going to stay here so Jansen can check on you, and then, when you'll be feeling better, Art will take you home. Sorry about this incident, Girthy Ry."

If it were not so tragic, his reaction would be almost humorous.

"Sorry about the incident," one of his men had been killed and I had been shot, but it was just a little incident in Andriy Kravchenko’s daily business.

"Okay."

“Father, Ryan is coming with us to Mexico, but there's no way he's going to continue working for you, not today, not like this, and not ever again. This is way too dangerous.”

Andriy smiled.

"I agree. Ryan is too valuable for you and too weak to work on the field. We'll find you a better place in the organization, girthy boy, somewhere where you can be useful. As a cuddly toy for my son, maybe?”

“Dad, come on…”

“Look, Artem, I have a lot to do today. Just take care of your boyfriend and let the real men do the job. On this, we’re aligned. I don’t want you to lose your new puppy.”

Artem tried to say something back but Andriy had already left the room.

As often as not, I strangely felt worse for Artem than for anyone else involved, including myself.

He had grown up with a monster, but somehow, he had not become a monster himself.

That was a miracle all in itself.

*

I stayed in the so-called "temporary headquarters" for about thirty-six hours. We were in some warehouse up north of San Antonio.

The place was depressing as fuck and I felt trapped inside it.

I had to wait to be cleared by freaking Jansen though. Thank God, Artem remained on my side all throughout.

When we finally returned to the penthouse, it was Saturday night and we were supposed to leave for Guadalajara on Tuesday.

Was I still leaving? I was not so sure anymore.

I was not sure about anything.

Artem and I stopped talking about work, his father, and the organization.

For the most part, we stopped talking at all. We needed a break.

Back at his place, he took good care of me.

I could walk with crutches, but he became my personal nurse. Kind of sexy, right?

In the outside, we knew things were taking a far more violent turn.

The cops were after Andriy, the Red Tigers needed to be taken care of, - and eliminated methodically -, the cargo to be retrieved, and many more things to be done before leaving the city for good.

We were now out of the loop. I felt much better for it.

Artem had put his foot down. I was his priority.

In any case, I thought that Andriy was afraid to lose his son. He was playing tough but Artem was his weak spot.

I could catch a stray bullet, that was fine, but putting Artem in the line of any cross fire was not an option.

On this, I agreed with him.

Artem and I spent the week-end lying in bed, either watching Netflix or having sex, anything to keep our minds off things.

The more pressure we were under, the more Artem and I clung to each other like magnets.

In the middle of one of the most difficult moments of my life, I lived one of my best experiences.

On Sunday night, Artem and I were in his penthouse apartment, the city lights sprawling beautifully through the bay window.

I was sitting on the couch, my leg elevated on a pillow, a glass of whiskey in my hand.

Artem was in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled amazing.

He had taken care of cleaning up my injury, and now he was taking care of me in another way.

I was in a black tee shirt and nylon shorts, my bandage visible through the thin fabric.

I felt Artem's eyes on me when he returned to the living room, hot and intense.

I knew that look, it was not his “nurse” look. It was his “I want to fuck” look.

I had seen it many times before but there, it felt different.

I was horny. Surprisingly so given the circumstances, or maybe, it was making the most sense.

I had seen things I could not unsee, things that would haunt me for the rest of my life, but I was alive.

And I wanted to feel alive. More than ever.

Artem walked over to me, his footsteps heavy and confident.

He stood in front of me, his body between my legs, his hands on either side of the couch.

My boyfriend was definitely up to something.

He was close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath, - we had a drink moments before -, more importantly, I could see lust in his eyes.

“You’re staring at me like you want to fuck me, Art.”

I knew what I was doing, just saying that.

We had been toying with the idea that I would lose my anal virginity to him for days.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Oh, I do, baby. I’m just patiently waiting for you to be ready…”

I reached out, my hand gripping his cock through his jeans. He was already hard, his length straining against the denim.

“Well, I for one am tired of waiting.”

He licked his lips sensually.

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

I squeezed him harder, my thumb rubbing over the head of his cock that I could distinctively feel through the fabric.

“I want to get used, Artem. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget about everything else.”

He leaned down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.

His tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance that was both rough and sweet.

“You’re sure about this? You’re still healing and I don’t want to hurt you.” He told more seriously.

“Fuck, Art, I’m sure! I need this. I need you.”

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you to the bedroom then.”

He scooped me up in a poor attempt to carry me bridal style up to his bedroom.

I was too heavy for him but he helped me walk to the bed.

The city lights flickered, casting a soft glow on our bodies. He laid me down on the sheets, his lean body covering mine.

I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg and I could not help but grind against him.

Artem's hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, his cock grinding against mine through the thin fabric of my shorts.

He stared at me.

"You're the most handsome man I’ve ever met. Seriously, Ry. You’re gorgeous. I… I can’t barely believe it.”

Artem rubbed his hands over my chest with so much sensuality, I was completely startled.

He then trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, leaving a mark that would linger for days.

Artem's hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift motion.

His mouth moved to my bare chest, his tongue grazing my nipple, sending electric shocks straight to my full balls.

I hissed in pleasure.

His hands went to the shorts I was wearing commando, hooking his fingers into the waistband, and he slowly pulled them down being careful with my bandage.

He revealed my hard cock, pre-cum already proficiently leaking from the tip.

Artem looked up at me.

“Girthy Ryan is all mine.” He said triumphantly.

“Yes, that’s right… I’m all yours.”

He kissed my dick. I caressed his short blond hair.

“What do you want me to do next?” He asked.

He already knew but I answered.

“Hmmm… Art, please. I need your cock inside me.”

I could not have been clearer.

He groaned, his hand stroking me faster, his thumb circling the sensitive head of my cock, playing with my foreskin.

"You want my cock, baby? You want me to fuck you raw?"

"Yes, Art. Make me forget everything but you."

If only our lives could have been just this, him and I, no undercover mission, no Andriy Kravchenko, no putting our lives at risk for bullshit deals.

I would have been living in paradise…

Artem stood up, quickly shedding his own clothes, his cock springing free. It was rock hard, ready to plough me.  

I did not know if he had already fucked someone else. I bet he had. Maybe he had never fucked a virgin guy though.

He crawled back onto the bed, his cock at full mast, dripping on my abs.

He kissed me again and I felt good.

He was delicate and I appreciated that.

I expected him to be rough later on, but for now, I loved the way he was so careful about moving me around, especially with my injury.

I did not feel any pain anymore.

Artem sucked on my nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak, my back arching off the bed, pressing my cock against his.

He licked me down my stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of my hip, the scar from the bullet wound.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, his voice soft.

I shook my head, my breath hitching as he continued his descent.

“Not anymore.”

His tongue licked the pre-cum from the tip of my dick. He took me into his mouth, his lips solidly wrapping around my shaft, his tongue swirling all around.

I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He took me deeper, his mouth working my cock with expert precision.

His hand gripped the base my shaft, stroking in time with his mouth, his other hand squeezing my balls, rolling them gently in his palm.

I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening, my cock throbbing with the need to nut.

“You like that?” He teased.

“Fucking Hell, you know that I do! You’re gonna make me cum!”

He smiled.

“Not so fast, big boy!”

He moved back up my body.

He reached between us, his fingers circling my hairy musky hole, teasing the sensitive flesh.

He pushed one finger inside, slowly, gently, stretching me, preparing me for his cock.

“Ah… That’s nice…”

He added another finger, scissoring them, stretching me wider.

I could feel the burn, the slight discomfort, but it was mixed with pleasure, with the knowledge that this was Artem, that he was the one who was going to fuck me.

He pulled his fingers out, his cock pressing against my hole, the head slick with saliva and precum.

His body hovered over mine.

He spat directly onto my asshole.

“I love how hairy your ass is.”

I chuckled.

“You get a kick off fucking a manly guy?”

He licked my ear lobe.

“You’re definitely my biggest success at turning a straight man.” He whispered.

“To be fair, I may have not been that straight to begin with.”

He laughed as he probed my ass some more.

“No shit?”

I giggled too.

“Just cut it off and fuck me, baby.”

I reached up, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, the head of his cock slipping inside me. That was it.

“Ah…”

I gasped, my back arching off the bed, the sensation of being filled, of being stretched, sending waves of pleasure through me.

He moved very slowly, inch by inch, his cock sliding deeper inside me. The man popped my cherry.

I could feel every ridge, every vein, the thick head of his cock pressing against my inner flesh.

“I’m… I’m getting there…”

“Aaah… Fuck…”

Artem's hips began to move, slow and steady at first, the friction of his cock inside me, the sensation of being filled, sending me to another plane of existence.

“Are you good, babe?”

“So… So good…”

“How does it feel like?”

“A… Amazing.”

I suddenly realized that I was getting fucked and I felt overwhelmed.

Losing our virginity is a once in a lifetime event.

“Do I keep going?” He panted.

“Please… Please, gimme more.”

Since I was handling this very well, he started to fuck me harder, his hips slamming against mine, his cock thrusting deep inside me.

Less than a couple minutes later, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

My own cock was throbbing, leaking pre-cum, the need to nut becoming almost unbearable.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go harder, faster.

I looked at his face, focused and determined. So horny too.

His breath was ragged, his body slick with sweat, his eyes locked on mine, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine.

He reached down, his hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

"You like that, baby? You like my cock inside you?"

“Yes… God, yes. Fuck me harder. I need more." I begged.

I was turning me on myself by talking dirty.

He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he pounded into me.

His body was heated, his muscles tense as he grinded against me.

I could feel every inch of him, the thick head of his cock pressing against my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

BANG

BANG

BANG

The anal orgasm was strong.

“Aaaaah… Yes… I’m a cock slut now… Fuuuuuuuck!”

He pulled out, then slammed back in, making me gasp as his cock filled me completely.

“Oh right, you are, honey! Just for me though!”

My hole was being wrecked and for the first time in my life, I felt complete.

Who cared if my name was Kyle or Ryan? Who cared who I was loyal toward? Who cared if I was making the right decision or not?

This, right there, was what I meant to experience, what life was truly about.

Artem’s cock ramming my hole, making me reach a new level of orgasm.

He was stroking me and fucking me.

I saw stars.

I moaned. He spat on his dick while pounding me and then he spat inside my mouth.

We kissed… It was sloppy, it was hot.

Artem slapped my ass, the sound echoing through the room, the sting of his palm against my flesh sending a jolt of excitement straight to my cock.

My body was shaking with pleasure, my cock throbbing.

I lost every word in my vocabulary except for one.

“More… More… More…”

He held me in place as he drilled me even more intensely.

Artem's whole body tensed, his grip on my waist tightening, his cock swelling inside me.

“Fuck, baby, your ass feels so good on my cock.”

“Oh yeah… Oh babe, cum in my virgin asshole… Please.”

Hearing me say that got the both us even more horned up.

“Yes… I… I’ll spray my juice… I… Gooooood.”

I felt the rush of his cum, hot and thick, filling my ass.

The sensation sent me over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me, my cock pulsing through Artem’s fingers as I came hard, my body convulsing with the force of it.

I could feel every spurt of his loads, every throb of his cock as he emptied himself inside me.

He groaned, his hips slamming against mine, his cock thrusting deep inside me, his body covering mine, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, demanding kiss.

After a long and full ejaculation, Artem collapsed on top of me, his body wet, his breath ragged, his cock still throbbing inside me.

I could feel his heartbeat, the steady thump against my chest, the sensation soothing, familiar.

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from my wrecked ass.

What had just happened?!

I stared in his blue eyes.

“I want to taste you, Art.” I whispered.

“Fuck, baby. I want that too.”

I leaned down, my tongue flicking out, licking the droplet of cum that dripped from his cock.

The taste was salty and bitter, a heady mix of my asshole and his cream.

It was better than an y medicine.

I pulled away from his cock, my lips glistening with his cum. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him some more.

He kissed me again… And again… We could not break our embrace.

“Baby, that was amazing.” He told me, beaming.

I smiled, my fingers lingering on the curves of his hips.

“I love you, Artem. I love you so much.” I replied, my voice choked with emotion.

We stayed there, lying in bed, feeling like this was exactly where we needed to be.

His head was lying on my chest, I caressed his silk hair. I wanted this to last forever.

The words slipped from my mouth.

“Art, run away with me.”

He was playing with the hair from my treasure trail, running circles with his fingers.

He did not look back at me.

“Ryan, what are you talking about?”

Despite the bomb I had just dropped on him, he spoke calmly.

“We cannot go to Mexico with your father. You cannot continue living this life. You deserve much better.”

He took his time before saying anything else.

“I don’t have a choice, babe. That’s just my fate…”

“You do have a choice! We could run away together.”

“Babe…”

“I cannot stand seeing you being treated like this; your father is controlling your life and he’s not good for you. You think he loves you but he humiliates you… You know that it will end badly, you have to find a way out.”

Finally, he straightened up and looked at me.

There was only sadness in his beautiful eyes.

“Ry, I cannot do that to my father. He’s my only family. He’s given me everything.”

“This is where you’re wrong, when your family doesn’t love or treat you like they should, it’s your right to leave. Your duty even.”

“Are you telling me you don’t want to leave the country with us anymore?”

“I’m telling you that I want to leave with you. Just you!”

“To go where?”

“Who cares? Far away. As far away as possible. You know for sure that even if you go to Mexico or Miami, the same problems will follow you there. Your father will always be your father and he’ll keep putting people at risk.”

Artem wiped tears falling on his cheeks.

“Sometimes… Sometimes, I do want to run, do like my mother, just leave him… Of course, I do. But I… Ry, my dad could have rejected me when I told him I was gay but he kept me in. He stood by my side. I’m his heir, I’m his everything.”

“He’s gonna kill you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth. Those stories never end well. Working for him almost killed me just a few days ago.”

“If you die, Ry, I die too.”

“Then, we have to save the both of us, for good!”

He held my hand so tightly that it almost hurt.

My heart was racing in my chest.

I had just made my decision. I would turn my back both to the police and to Andriy Kravchenko.

Artem was the only one who mattered. He was my everything.

“I know ways to change identities and disappeared.” He spoke after thinking for a little while.

I happened to know a lot about switching identities too but I could not say that.

I decided to mention another important subject.

“You know what they used to do in Floresville, right?”

“I… I never wanted to know. That wasn’t in my scope.”

"Artem, the things in those bags that we were moving from one warehouse to another, those were organs. Like, human body parts. How... how can you condone that?"

He made a face and looked away.

“I've heard about things like that, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. My dad is... He just controls the drug black market, it's...”

“He's butchering people and selling them in coolers! Wake up, Art!”

It was tough, but this was the moment of truth.

How many years had Artem been denying his own reality? How much had he lied to himself in order to be able to live his life?

Crazy to think that when I met him, I thought Artem was a privileged, wealthy and lazy man who unfairly benefited from his father's empire.

He let out a long sigh.

“You're right, Ryan. But why would you want to burden yourself with someone like me? Have you seen where I come from? I'm fucked up in the head. I’ve been living like this for too long.”

"I'm fucked up too, but we're together."

"You're not, you're perfect! You're brave and smart, you want to do the right thing, you stay by my side despite what my dad put you through... You… You’re a hero and I’m a monster."

Once again, I felt like puking.

But it was for a completely different reason.

If only Artem knew how badly I had screwed up.

I had been lying to him since the very beginning. But now, I sincerely loved him.

“Nobody’s perfect, Art, the only thing I know is that I can’t live without you.”

“I can’t live without you either.”

He kissed me.

“So, we run. It’s the moment, we can vanish. We don’t have a lot of time but we can do it.”

He nodded.

“Okay. I… I agree… I’m with you.”

“You’re sure?”

He held me tight.

“So sure. I’ve been dreaming about this, you know, the prince charming saving me from my own life. I… I think you’re a miracle, Ry, you’re my only shot at escaping this bullshit.”

I was crying too.

“Let’s run away. Let’s be happy.”

“Happy together.”

[See you in two weeks for the big finale!]