The Four Horsemen 4 - Death (14 page)

Pierre looked over the crowd of well-dressed people and smiled. He sipped his whisky as he mingled, never staying too long with any group. He’d been in meetings all day for Fortescue International, and hadn’t had time to do any research on the charity the party was for. It was one of many his corporation supported, but Pierre had found over the months of slowly learning the business, he hated not being prepared.

He smiled as his mother rested her hand in the crook of his elbow. “No, Mother. I wasn’t privy to the guest list. What marvellous patron might be gracing us with his or her presence?”

“Stop teasing.” She smacked him on the chest. “Jameson told me he’s never accepted an invitation before.”
Pierre glanced over to where his stepfather stood, schmoozing another group of possible donors. Jameson met his eyes and nodded before looking back at the lady next to him.
When Pierre arrived back home four months ago, he hadn’t been sure what his reception would be like. His mother cried and yelled at him the whole time she hugged the stuffing out of him. Jameson had cried as well but didn’t shout. He’d met Pierre’s gaze and must have seen something in Pierre’s eyes that told him Pierre was different.
He’d explained to Jameson how sorry he was at how he’d acted since Jameson married Pierre’s mom. He explained what he wanted to achieve with the business, and Jameson had welcomed him with open arms. In the months since then, Pierre got a crash course in running an international business. He was still learning, but Jameson told him he had the ability to be a top-notch CEO.
“Are you listening to me, Pierre?”
“Yes, Mom. Who has you all in a twitter?” He silently laughed because he’d never seen his mother act so star-struck about anyone, not even the Queen of England.
“Gatian Almasia.” If his mother were less dignified, she would’ve been clapping her hands together like a little child on Christmas Day.
He stumbled to a halt, almost spilling his drink all over the latest celebutant. He didn’t know who she was or what she was famous for. After setting his drink down on one of the nearby tables, he grabbed his mom’s arms and shook her slightly.
“Did you say Gatian Almasia RSVP’d for this event?”
“Yes.” His mother studied him. “I didn’t realise you knew him. He’s never been seen at parties or even out in public for years. How did you meet him?”
“I didn’t meet him. I’ve just heard so much about him. It would great to meet the man who has managed to run a billion dollar business while being a recluse.” Pierre didn’t know how Death would want to play it, if they did meet.
A low murmur moved through the crowd, and people fell silent as a tall, dark-haired man stepped into the room. Pierre’s mouth went dry, and he thought his heart was going to burst from his chest.
After accepting the fact he would never be able to see Death again, he couldn’t believe the man strolled through the gaping crowd straight towards him and his mother. She squeezed his arm so tightly he thought all the circulation had been cut off, though he totally understood her excitement. Christ, he wanted to throw himself into Death’s arms and say aloud everything he’d written in the note.
“Mrs. Robertson, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard wonderful things about you.”
Death took Pierre’s mother’s hand in his and brushed her knuckles with his lips. She giggled and blushed like a giddy schoolgirl. Pierre couldn’t help but smile at her joy. Jameson joined them as others gathered around.
“Mr. Almasia, it’s a true honour to have you join us tonight. We know you don’t attend many events.” Jameson held out his hand, and Death shook it.
“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I’ve also heard the Fortescue Charitable Foundation puts on quite a party.”
Death turned his gaze on Pierre, and Pierre gasped. Where Death’s eyes had been pure black the last time Pierre had seen him, they were dark blue with noticeable pupils. The man’s hair wasn’t the pale grey Pierre remembered either, but black streaked with silver.
“Mr. Fortescue, it’s marvellous to finally meet you as well. I was quite intrigued when I was told you were stepping into your grandfather’s footsteps. You’ll have big shoes to fill.”
Pierre licked his lips, and the way Death’s eyes flared with heat at the gesture caused Pierre’s cock to harden. God, he couldn’t get an erection in the middle of the charity event, especially not with his mother right next to him.
“Good evening, Mr. Almasia. I have to say I’m surprised to see you here. I didn’t think you went out much.”
Their hands touched, and it felt like electricity raced from their palms to Pierre’s groin. He really wanted to throw himself into Death’s arms and beg Death to fuck him. Not the most proper thing he could do.
“I didn’t, but a change in my circumstances has allowed me to move more freely in society from now on.” Death looked over at Pierre’s mother and stepfather. “May I borrow Pierre for a few minutes? I have a business proposition I’d like to discuss with him.”
Jameson’s eyes lit up at the possibility of Fortescue International doing business with Almasia Corporation. “Of course. In fact, if you would like more privacy, you’re welcome to use one of our board rooms.”
“Or maybe we could just retire to Pierre’s office,” Death suggested, glancing at Pierre.
Pierre cleared his throat. “Certainly. If you’ll follow me, sir.”
“Please, call me Gatian.”
Pierre led the way through the crowd, very conscious of Death’s hand resting at the small of his back. Silence settled around them as they headed down the hallway towards Pierre’s office.
“Pierre, wait a moment.”
He stiffened at the sound of Lars’ voice. If he’d known Lars had been invited, he would have had his invitation revoked, but he hadn’t got a chance to look at the guest list. Pierre would have ignored Lars, but Death stopped and turned.
“What do you want, Lars?” Pierre stared daggers at his former lover.
“I hoped I could get a chance to talk to Mr Almasia. I gave one of his associates some information a few months ago on a good business deal. I wanted to know how well it went, and if maybe my finder’s fee got lost in the mail.”
Lars’ smile didn’t strike Pierre as charming anymore. It seemed oily and creepy like Lars was trying too hard to come across as friendly and nice. Pierre studied his former lover and realised the alcohol and drugs must have clouded his judgement. Now that Pierre was sober and clean, there was no way he’d come with ten feet of Lars, and definitely he wouldn’t sleep with the man.
“God, I’m a complete idiot,” Pierre muttered.
Death snorted but kept his gaze on Lars. Pierre watched while Lars seemed to shrink into himself under Death’s cold stare. The uncomfortable silence grew until it was thick enough Pierre could have cut it with a knife.
“Mr. Holden, because this is a charity event, I’m willing to put my animosity towards you aside at the moment. You won’t be receiving any finder’s fee, and tomorrow, expect to be served with a subpoena. You’re being charged with insider trading, and my colleague is the one to testify against you.” Death took a step towards Lars, leaning in close to his ear. “And you tossed away something very precious, which I will appreciate much more than you ever did.”
Lars’ gaze darted to Pierre, and the dawning expression of shock and disgust told Pierre Lars had figured out the relationship between Gatian and him. “Were you letting him fuck you as well, Pierre? How much did he pay you for your ass?”
The venom in Lars’ voice surprised Pierre, causing him to take a step back. Death slid over, blocking Lars’ view of Pierre, but Pierre wasn’t going to let Death fight his battles for him. No more running away from his problems.
Pierre touched Death on the shoulder, and when Death glanced at him, he smiled to let him know he was okay. Death inclined his head while stepping aside.
“I wasn’t fucking him while we were together, Lars. Of course, you have no room to talk since you went and got married to a girl on the same weekend you were supposed to be meeting me in Paris. I’m not the one who gave a young kid his first shot of heroin, and his first drink when he was eighteen.”
Death growled and grabbed Lars. “You were the one who got Pierre hooked on heroin? Why?”
Lars stuttered, his feet barely touching the ground as Death shook him.
“I know why. He did it to get me hooked, and so I’d do anything to get more, including let him fuck me. Lars Holden doesn’t have any money of his own, and the best way to keep the life he’s accustomed to living is by having someone addicted to something he can provide.”
Death tossed Lars away from him like he was trash. “How much is your wife worth? What did you get her addicted to?”
Pierre wrinkled his nose as he thought back to the photographs he’d seen of the wedding. “Your wife is Janice Klauson, the only daughter of Heinrich Klauson, one of Germany’s richest manufacturers. I do believe she is addicted to crystal meth and coke. Guess you made sure she re-did her will to name you beneficiary of her money.”
“I love you, Pierre. I made a mistake, but I want you back. You’re the only one I love.” Lars tried to get closer to Pierre.
Pierre stepped towards Death, and Death encircled Pierre’s waist to pull him closer. Pierre shook his head.
“Ah, Lars. Is Janice going to divorce you or did her daddy get wind of what you did, and took control of her money? Either way, you’re screwed because you also like to gamble, and I’m betting you owe some dangerous men a lot of money.” Pierre glanced at Death and chuckled. “Maybe you should invite Lars to play poker with you, Gatian. He’s not a good card player, or dice thrower, plus he can’t pick a winner at the race track, if his life depended on it.”
“I don’t gamble,” Death said. He let go of Pierre and walked closer to Lars. “I will tell you this, Holden. Stay far away from Pierre as you possibly can. If I see you sniffing around him, I’ll take you out, and I don’t mean killing you. I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
Lars’ eyes grew wide at the coldness in Death’s voice, and like Lars, Pierre could hear the truth in the words. Considering what Pierre knew Death had done to the man who’d killed Oliver, Pierre didn’t doubt Death would do what he’d said.
“Get out of here and don’t come back.”
After whirling around, Lars practically ran from them like his ass was on fire. Pierre looked up at Death and laughed.
“Wow. You’re good with the scary eyes.”
Death shrugged. “It helps that I meant every word I said to him. I’ll ruin his life if he comes near you again.”
Pierre shivered, and his heart soared a little. He’d never had anyone seem so determined to protect him. After taking Death’s hand, he led the man to his office. The door had barely shut and Pierre found himself pinned to it with Death kissing him.
There wasn’t any talking to be done at the moment. All either one of them wanted was to be as close to each other as possible. Their clothes fell in piles on the floor at their feet. Maybe Pierre should have been more concerned for the expensive suit his mother had picked out for him. All he could think about was getting Death inside him as quickly as possible.
He started to drop to his knees, but Death caught him and their eyes met.
“No. If you put your mouth on me, I’ll come and I don’t want to do that until my cock is in your ass.”
“So romantic,” Pierre teased.
Death rolled his eyes. “I love you, Pierre, and I want you. Can we talk about the rest of it afterwards?”
Death loved him? Stunned, Pierre could only nod. He stumbled slightly as Death dragged him over to the leather couch against one of the office walls.
“Do you have anything in here we can use for lube?”
“You mean you didn’t come prepared?” Pierre removed his hand from Death’s tight grip and wandered over to his desk. “I have some hand lotion. It’s not quite as good as lube, but it’ll work in a pinch.”
Death caught the bottle when Pierre tossed it to him. “Good. I didn’t fancy having to run out to the nearest store to get some.”
Pierre knelt on the couch, tilting his ass out to entice Death closer. Death stroked his hand down Pierre’s spine, teasing the soft skin at the small of his back for a second before continuing to rub his finger over Pierre’s opening. Pierre sighed in happiness at having Death with him again.
“You’ve done well for yourself,” Death complimented him.
Resting his head on the back of the couch, Pierre moaned softly when Death eased the tip of one finger inside. He couldn’t respond to Death’s observation, his mind and body being overcome by sensation and need. Pushing back, he took more of Death inside, almost begging for the man to fuck him. He knew it wouldn’t happen until Death was sure Pierre was stretched enough.
Death leaned over and kissed Pierre’s back. “I’ve missed you.”
Pierre whimpered and got lost in both the touch of Death’s lips and fingers. Death kissed along the line of Pierre’s back while fingering him open. One. Two. Pierre lost track of how many fingers were stretching him. Suddenly, they were gone, and so was Death’s warmth along his back.
“Wait. Please, Death, fuck me. I need you.”
“I know, honey. Come here.” Death supported him while he turned, lying back on the couch and facing Death. “I want to see your face when I make love to you this time.”
“Okay.” Pierre blinked as he watched Death settled between his legs, as naked as the day he was born. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“We don’t have to be alone anymore, Pierre. I promise.”
Death positioned the head of his cock at Pierre’s opening. Their eyes met and locked when Death sank into Pierre. There was a little bit of a burn at the beginning, but Pierre relaxed and breathed through the pressure. Finally, Death was buried all the way in, and they both froze for a moment.
“Welcome home,” Pierre whispered to Death.
Tears welled in Death’s eyes before he blinked and started moving. After reaching up, Pierre gripped Death’s shoulders, riding each thrust with every atom of his body. He wanted to bring so much pleasure to Death, so that the Horseman didn’t regret coming to find him.
Their lovemaking became a dance of give and take, moving together in perfect harmony. The pleasure and need grew, swirling between them and binding them closer together with each stroke in and slow slide out. Pierre cried out every time Death nailed his gland, and his blood pounded in his ears as desire shot through him, pooling in his balls.
“Death, I’m going to come soon,” he warned.
“My name is Gatian. I want to hear you say it as you come,” Death ordered him while he sped up, driving Pierre closer and closer to the summit of his climax.
“Gatian,” Pierre cried out, his cum splashing from his cock, coating his stomach, and some even hitting his chest.
Death grunted and slammed in, freezing when he flooded Pierre’s ass with his seed. They stayed in their spots, trembling and panting until neither was in danger of passing out. Death dropped his head forward, resting it on Pierre’s forehead. Their breaths mingled together, and Pierre swore their hearts began to beat at the same pace.
“We should probably clean up. I’m not entirely sure I locked the door,” he suggested once he figured he could get his muscles to respond to orders.
“Okay.”