Alex woke early. He was stiff as a board and sore all over. Alex took two attempts to stand and was shocked when Yassen stood to help him to the bathroom. Hot water helped ease the stiff muscles and joints. Alex noted even his bones hurt. Afterwards Alex lay on the bed. Yassen returned to the room with the bottle of olive oil Alex had bought for cooking. Yassen then gave Alex a massage which was deep and probing, lossening tight muscles and sore joints. The russian expertly probed all Alex's aches and pains.
At some point the massage went from deep to gentle and Alex fell asleep.
Alex woke to Dima and Yassen talking. He caught the occasional word but only actually got up because he needed a piss. Alex did not bother with clothes and walked through to the bathroom giving both men an eyeful.
"Yassen what did you do to that boy?" asked Dima. "He is walking like he is an old man."
Yassen shrugged "He did not use the safe word. No once. I would have broken most people by what I did to Alex yesterday. He woke after only a few hours rest and instigated sex again."
"That boy must have it bad for you." Dima said shaking his head. The mob boss knew precisely what kind of pain Alex had been subjected to.
"I told him about why I left Russia." Yassen stated simply staring out of the window at the grey sky and the apartment buildings opposite.
"Oh Yassen. You are both so alike." Dima thought his friend for the first time looked his age. "You should take a holiday. I'm afraid I sold your boat and your villa in NIce. MI6 were trying to impound your assets, few that they are, but I had the papers of ownership. I put the money in your account. Even if MI6 knew about it, the swiss would never hand over your money."
"They did not enquire about my several bank accounts. They wanted operational details, Scorpia members and training information. They got all they wanted after three months. I was then just detained." Yassen had told Dima of his imprisonment. Despite the torture and interrogation, Yassen had only told the SIS interrogators as little as possible. He let them think he was a mere tool for Scorpia. Yassen had worked for many. Scorpia had been a major client, but not his only one. He had been paid well for his work.
"I have a lodge near Geneva. Both of you go for a rest. I will put out feelers for more interesting work for you and your boy."
Yassen smiled. "I am out of shape. The mountain air will spur me on to work out. I will practice my aim and update my skills. I might get sloppy and then I and Little Alex would be dead."
"Little Alex can look after himself." Dima was in no doubt about that fact.
"Yes he can." Yasen's smile broadened as he watched Alex return to the bedroom.
Dima had left. Yassen was lost in thought as he watched Alex cook lunch. Alex had accepted him even though he was a controlling sadist. Yassen knew Alex was not so much of a head-case to enjoy pain, he just accepted it as a fact of life. Pain and Pleasure. Yassen knew Alex did not expect any happiness to last. They were here and now. Yassen would fight to make it last as long as possible and he would bring hell on earth to anyone who hurt his Little One.
Alex had been surprised when Yassen announced a trip to Switzerland, even more by the fact the older man allowed him to drive.
Yassen studied how watchful and observing Alex was, both of surroundings and other drivers and obstacles. The easy way Alex maneuvered through the traffic, his gear changes fluid. Like everything else that Ian had taught Alex, it had been done with precision and expertise. The drive to Beaune was uneventful. They stopped at the Carrefore and Alex went to buy groceries. Yassen had offered Alex money, but Alex just shrugged. He'd been bored the three days ago and had gone pick pocketing again. Easy pickings on the left back. He bought long life part baked bread, UHT milk, bottled water and tinned food as he did not know precisely where they were going. Yassen had been cryptic but suggested shopping for five to seven days including emergency rations incase they went camping.
Another two hours and they were driving north-west from Geneva. Yassen had swapped to drive just before the Swiss border. It was dusk, but Yassen knew the way. It was dark when they arrived at an isolated chocolate box chalet. Yassen punched in a ten digit code and they swept into the spacious, comfortable house with all mod cons.
Alex stretched and went in search of a shower. A maid must have been in because there were towels and a freshly made bed in the guest room. Alex stripped off as Yassen did his usual perimeter search. Alex was asleep naked on the bed when Yassen wandered in. He kissed the sleeping figure before going for a long shower. Alex woke at six to see Yassen dressed and waiting for him. "Get dressed we are going hunting."
"Hunting?" queried Alex as he pulled on his clothes.
"Yes city boy. We wait and watch, then we will run and chase. This is how your father taught me. I will teach you."
"My dad hunted?"
Yassen shook his head with a knowing sad smile on his face, "Your father and Ian were born and brought up on a smallholding in the Derbyshire Dales. Their mother left when Ian was a baby. John and Ian ran wild. Your father poached as soon as he could run. Rabbits, deer, fish, before that he shot rats in the barn with a sling shot. Ian was much younger, their father remarried when Ian was eight, John sixteen. John disliked his step mother. He left and joined the army."
Alex remained quiet as they trekked into the misty forest. Yassen had handed Alex a single shot rifle, Yassen carried one the same. Alex had five bullets, all Yassen had said Alex had to make them count. Be sure of your shot.
They climbed and came to a scarp over looking a glade. The air was clear and fresh. The only sounds were the wind in the trees, insects and birds. Alex felt at peace, trying to be as stealthy as possible to blend into the forest. It was half ten when Alex saw his first deer. He tracked and Yassen followed. Time passed until Alex tracked round, down wind and Alex loaded his rifle. His aim true, Yassen clapped him on the back. "300 yards, through the head. A good clean shot."
Alex was then handed a wicked looking knife. Alex did as Yassen instructed to prepare the carcass. Finally the buck was hoisted on Alex's shoulders as Yassen carried both rifles and they made their way back to the house. The butchered deer was placed in the large freezer as a present for Dima. Both of them had showered and their clothes were in the washing machine. Yassen then heated up tins of chicken casserole, baby potatoes and carrots. Yassen approved of the case of wine Alex had bought. It had been a bargain, 12 bottles for the price of two of the same wine in England. Alex drank a small glass and Yassen drank the rest of the bottle, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol.
Alex was still uncommonly quiet as they lay in bed. It was as if the russian was waiting for something. Alex looked at the wood ceiling and exhaled loudly. "Ian told me next to nothing about John. No childhood recollections, no bonding, just bare facts, nothing more. I was just an obligation." Silence then again reigned. "You said John had hopes for me. Am I the son he would have hoped for? Fucked up bent junkie." Alex's voice had broken with the last statement.
"John found it in his heart to accept and befriend a broken, homosexual, psychopathic teenager, so why not you. What John would not have accepted was how Ian and his colleagues at MI6 used you. John should have fathered a whole brood, he would have been a fantastic father, very hands on. You should have grown up with several little brothers and sisters, running wild in rural France."
Alex wiped his eyes and hugged Yassen. Alex laughed as Yassen's hand went south to cup his balls. Umm from upset to fucking hard. Alex guessed maybe in one aspect he was a normal teenage boy.