The Black Onyx Pact (38 page)

Sibylle and Nymphe lie down looking at each other, feeling the excitement growing. Sibylle look at Nymphe's generous breast and cannot resists to touch it, so she extends a hand to squeeze it hearing her moaning. Nymphe exchange the favor and touches Sibylle's lovely breast too. They get closer until they mouth kiss sensually, without stopping to touch their breasts.

Drakkar and Tarasque raise the gaze to look at them, feeling more excited now. They get up and turn the girls prone and finally they free their turgid member. The girls bend their knees going on all four and soon the men penetrate them gently. Sibylle turns her head to look at the masked face of Drakkar and smiles sweetly at him; Drakkar caresses her buttocks and exchanges the smile moving deeply in her. Nymphe does the same with Tarasque and the man smiles at her before spanking her cruelly. But Nymphe doesn't seem to be bothered by that brutal touch, on the contrary, she moans happily. The men begin to move with vehemence, enjoying those groans and gasps of pleasure the girls emit. Sibylle and Nymphe continue to kiss and touch each other, while their delicate bodies are shaken by the thrusts of the two men.

It's all so delightfully perfect, so erotic, so unusual.

It would have been a long night. Another memorable night.
 

“What is well rooted cannot be pulled up. What is firmly grasped will not slip loose.”
 

—
Lao Tzu

~

Two days later, Drakkar is back home from work at dawn. He parks his black sport motorbike in the driveway, removes his black helmet and enters the house. Two of his dogs run to greet him wagging their tails, he pets them ruffling their fur. He then smells a nice aroma of breakfast and heads to the kitchen where he finds Nathan cooking, with his eyes half closed.
«Nat, what are you doing?»
«Good morning, Romain!» he says with a big constrained smile. «I wanted you to find breakfast ready. You work hard every day, doing crazy shifts and I
—
»
«It's
5
am, there is no need to wait for me awake, even less to prepare my breakfast. I don't want to find you up waiting for me anymore, okay? Turn off the stove and go back to sleep.»
Nathan lowers his eyes, and his fake smile fades away. Drakkar squints his powerful lion eyes, understanding that the boy is hiding something.
«What have you done?» asks Drakkar, worried.
Nathan looks at him with a sorrow expression.
«I
—I'm sorry—
»
«Nathan, what have you done?» asks again, louder.
«Romain
—
»
The man flares his nostrils and spells out slowly:
«What-did-you-do?»
«Promise me you won't be mad at me?»
«Hell no!»
Nathan runs to the other side of the big kitchen, takes a chair and points it against the man as if he really were a lion.
«Nathan!»
«I
—
I'm afraid to tell you, I fear you!»
Drakkar calms down instantly, touched by his fright.
«I won't hurt you, Nathan. I am a man of law, I'll take you to the police depending on what you did.»
Nathan frowns.
«The police?...»
«Have you done something bad with those assholes you used to hang out with? Did you deal drugs? Did you hurt someone? Did you rob someone? Nathan, did you break the law? Answer me!»
«No!» Nathan yells. «I didn't do anything against someone!»
Drakkar looks around and sees that Robespierre isn't there.
«Did something happen to Robespierre?»
As for to answer his question, the black dog enters the room.
«Did you
—
», this time Drakkar looks askance at Nathan closing his fists, «did you... touch my grandfather's jeep?»
«Of course not! I'm afraid to even look at it!»
«Nathan, what the hell did you do?!» shouts Drakkar going to rip the chair from his hands.
The boy slips to the floor curling in fetal position and covering his head with both arms.
«I
—
I cracked the glass door of your bedroom! I
—I
'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Romain! I'm sorry! It was an accident, I swear! I'm sorry! Please, don't
—
», he sobs heavily like a little boy prey of his deepest fear, «I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Romain! I
—
I'm sorry! I'm
—
»

Drakkar crouches down and draws him to his chest to hug him tight in his strong arms.
«Shh, it's ok. It's ok, Nathan. Calm down now, please, calm down. It's ok.»
Drakkar's voice is a soft caress, is so gentle and reassuring that Nathan feels confused. He is not used to that gentle talking.
«It's ok, Nathan, really, it's ok. I'm not angry, I never like those stupid glass doors anyway. I have the impression that someone is always looking at me when I sleep.»
The boy tries to talk but his sobbing is too devastating that doesn't allow him to do it. Drakkar hugs him tighter and Nathan clings to him desperately.
«There, hold on to me. You don't need to panic in this way, Nathan, I'm not a monster. Even if I might look like one you shouldn't fear me in this way, it hurts me.»
«I
—
I'm sorry, but I feared your reaction not because I think you are a monster, but because I'm just a
—
»
«You are a trustworthy person, you are intelligent, you are strong. And you are a good heart, even though life treated you bad till now. You didn't let the suffering and the humiliation to turn you into a selfish bastard. I do think highly of you, Nathan, and you should do the same. Don't let the fear of the past to hunt you. Nathan, listen: I'd never hurt you in any way, I'd never kick you out of my life just because you broke a fucking door, and I won't abandon you. I won't abandon you, Nathan. Once I let a person in my life it's forever.»
Nathan bursts out crying.
«R
—R
omain», he calls touched.
Drakkar continues to cuddle him for a while, then he gets up.
«Now I show you how things should be said in this house. Stand up.» says softly Drakkar.
Nathan obeys and Drakkar rest a big hand on his cheek.
«Now repeat what you did. But I want to hear you saying it in this way: standing, looking into my eyes, without sobbing. I don't want to see you crouching in that way anymore. And now repeat what you did the way you should have told me the first time, the way I want you to tell me from now on, man-to-man.»
Nathan tries to control the trembling of his voice.
«Romain, I
—I
've cracked the glass door of y
—y
our bedroom.»
«How did you do it?»
«I bumped into it while chasing the dogs.»
«You are an idiot.»
They look at each other for long, then Drakkar ruffles his hair.
«You scared the crap out of me, you dickhead!»
Nathan smiles and courageously hugs him. Drakkar is surprised, but then hugs him back. It's clear that the boy is beginning to like the human warmth he never tasted before.
The moment is interrupted by the ringing of Drakkar's phone. So early in the morning? Maybe an emergency from work. He takes the phone from his pocket and Nathan tries to move away from him, but Drakkar holds him tighter, not letting him go.
«Hello?»
«Romain?»
Drakkar frowns.
«Who is it?»
«It's Claude. Caligula.»
«Claude? It's
5
am!»
«I know, sorry, but I've been trying to contact you for the past
24
hours, then Saphir told me that you were probably doing the night shift and that you would be back at dawn. What's your job?»
«Claude, what do you want?»
«Romain, I need your help!»
Drakkar is surprised to hear him so upset, not only he has never heard him in that state, but he thought he was too insensitive to worry about something.
«What happened?»
«Do you remember the rendezvous with those two girls
?
»
«Yes?»
«Well, one of those girls
—
I want to meet her. I really need to meet her!»
«Nymphe?»
«No, the other one.»
«“
The other one
”? You don't even remember her na
—
»
«Her name's Sibylle.»
Drakkar is astonished.
«How can you know her real name?»
«Romain, she is the woman I'm divorcing! She is my wife!»
Drakkar feels a strange uneasiness hearing those words. He feels dizzy, as if a bullet struck him right in the heart.
Claude is Sibylle's husband? That asshole is the husband of her sweet Sibylle? That bastard?
Nathan realizes something is upsetting the man, since his massive body froze. Drakkar moves away from him, going to sit on the couch.
«Ah.» he is only able to says.
«Romain, after I saw her I realized I still desire her. I thought she was a boring self-righteous woman, but then I saw her playing kinkily with another woman and in front of seven strangers! Oh dear, I never felt so... horny! That woman is amazing!»
«Yes, yes she is. She has always been and you never realized that.»
«I do now. And I can have her back when I want: she loves me, she still wears our wedding ring! She is mine, Romain, I just have to push the ajar door of her heart and I'll be back home. But you must help me, you must organize something extremely sophisticated, something that will make her jaw drop. And then I want to have sex with her as I never had! Now that I know she likes sex I want to have fun with her! So, can I count on you?»
«No.»
«Why?»
«It's Saphir the one that organizes, and you know it.»
«Yes, but since I've seen that you know Sibylle, I thought you could talk to her. You could praise my strengths?»
«What strengths?»
«I don't know, make something up. Maybe you can tell her I am a powerful member within the Club.»
«You really don't know your wife, do you? Because if you knew her you would have known that these kind of things don't impress her at all.»
«You are an asshole, Romain!»
«Yeah, whatever. If you'll excuse me now, I am deadly tired.»
Drakkar hangs up while Claude is shouting an insult. The man stays still for long time, staring in front of him. Nathan goes to sit next to him.
«Romain?»
«Go to sleep, Nat.»
«But it doesn't seem you are
—
»
«Go to sleep!» yells Drakkar.
«No! I can yell too, see?»
Drakkar leans back and smiles.
«Not bad for one that five minutes ago was crouched and shaking in fear for being in front of me.»
Nathan smiles too.
«You are used to see people frightened by you, aren't you? It happen often to you at work, doesn't it?»
Drakkar closes his eyes.
«More than I'd want.»
«This day didn't begin well for you, did it? First, me cracking your glass door, then this phone call that clearly upset you. Who was it, anyway?»
Drakkar sighs, feeling wretched, exhausted, sorrowful.
«It was someone who wants at all costs something he doesn't deserve.»
Nathan leans back too, staring at Drakkar's profile.
«What do you care?» asks the boy, and a moment after he adds: «Oh, I got it. It is something that you want too, otherwise you wouldn't be so upset. Why don't you try to get it, then?»
«Because deep down I feel I don't deserve it too.»
Nathan shakes his head.
«You know what, Romain? If there is an idiot here, that is you.»
Drakkar smiles and nods, in complete agreement.

~

Late that morning Sibylle is back home with her three friends. They have been shopping together and now they are carrying various bags: in some there are playful toys from a sexy shop, in some others fine essences from a perfumery and in others refined lingerie from a underwear shop. They giggle and joke while going up the stairs till the last floor. When they arrive at the top floor's landing, they stop: the four ladies of the apartments next door are whispering to each other, but as soon as they see them they shut. Sibylle looks at what there is in front of her apartment's door and opens her lips in astonishment; the bags she is holding fall on the floor while the four ladies go near her. In front of her door there is a tall wrought iron arch wrapped by dozens of flowers of any kind and color. Sibylle stares at it for a long time. Virginie raises one of her drawn eyebrow.
«Well, or the florist is doing liquidation sales or there is someone madly in love with you, Sille.»
Sibylle softly touches those beautiful flowers, smells them and finally sees a note among the petals of a rose. She opens it and all the seven women run near her like curious meerkats. Sibylle turns slowly to look at them and they all step back at the same time. Sibylle reads attentively the paper.
«Is it from Drakkar?» asks Alma.
«No...», answers Sibylle.
«From the florist?» asks Virginie.
«No, it's from Caligula.» says Sibylle turning around again.
All the seven women frown.
«Who the hell is Caligula?» asks the lady who lives under Sibylle's.
«Is a man in front of whom I had sex with another woman.» explains Sibylle candidly.
«Oh.» is all the lady can say looking at her own friends with a shocked expression.
«So he was one of those spectators at your sapphic rendezvous?» asks Nora.
«Exactly. He was the most discreet; he never talked, but he kept gazing upon me for almost all the time. He made me shiver with his piercing eyes.»
«What does the note says?» asks a lady in her forties, the one who lives in front of Sibylle's.
Sibylle reads: