Chapter 4

Kai stayed in bed until noon since nobody came to disturb his loafing. Jegor Grishin, the prison officer who since yesterday, had the day shift for the section where Kai's cell belonged to, hadn't come in to continue what they had started yesterday. Lazily Kai got ready to start his day, the day on which he finally would meet the current Shutcall, Ivanov, most likely none other than his next employer.

It didn't take long and Grishin opened the door to the cell and came in. He had seen on the security camera screen that Kai was awake. "You wanna go to the dining hall to eat?" he asked evenly.

Kai observed him a moment before he responded with an indefinable "Hm". If Grishin wanted to play a game with him, then he would play along. Beating somebody in his own game was also great fun.

"Hm as in yes, I wanna go eating, or as in no, I don't wanna go?" the warden questioned Kai, unimpressed.

"Ivanov should be released from solitary confinement today," Kai started without responding to the question. "I want to meet him."

"He's already back in his normal cell. Why do you want to meet him?" Now a hint of curiosity was in the prison officer's voice.

"He's the Shutcall."

"Ah. And that's all?"

"For a vulnerable prisoner like myself it is very important to have a good rapport with him," Kai explained mimicking the emotionless tone of the warden from earlier.

"You, vulnerable? Don't make me laugh," Grishin scoffed. More seriously he continued, "Well, I think it'll be okay. Mr. Ivanov will still eat in his cell today, so you can meet him now."

Without responding Kai went towards the door, the prison officer followed suit, but already outside the cell Grishin took the command and led Kai to the man. Kai wasn't surprised when he was guided next to Oleg's cell. The cells in this section were the same as in Kai's except they were a little larger, which meant ten square meters instead of eight. Same customary concrete walls and sparse furniture with heavy steel doors dividing the rooms from the aisle. The figures stopped in front of one of those doors.

"Mr. Ivanov, here's someone who wants to meet you. We are coming in now", Grishin said politely while knocking on the door before unlocking it.

"So, you can be courteously to others, but not to me," Kai said in an offended manner that was indistinguishable. It could have been faked just as much as sincere.

"Hey, that's ….," Grishin started while opening the door, but Kai interrupted him, "I'm going in alone," and with a loud thud the door closed just centimeters in front of the warden's nose. Grishin stood there considered to follow the young prisoner, but eventually decided to wait outside.

Inside, Kai waited a moment by the door, taking in the room in front of him as well as the man sitting on the bed. Wordlessly he decided to sit on the little chair by the table, keeping his distance for once. He sat down on it straddle-legged. Placing his arms on the backrest and resting his head on top he sized the other prisoner up before he smiled approvingly.

"Why are you smiling?" the man asked him, seeming genuinely interested in Kai's answer.

"Oleg told me that you might not be alike the man I expected."

"And do I satisfy your expectations?"

"I don't have any expectations on my employers. Well, subconsciously I certainly create an image in my head. And, I have to admit that at first view you don't seem like someone who engages the services of me." Kai looked the man straight in the ice-blue eyes, searching for anything that could tell him more about this person, who seemed very good in hiding his emotions behind a thick wall.

"Well, maybe we should start with introducing ourselves. Sergej Ivanov, pleased to meet you." The man returned the smile.

"Pardon! How rude from me. I'm Kai." For one minute they just smiled at each other, concealing all their intentions and emotions behind their smiling faces. Kai's smile was the first that vanished. "Let's stop this shit," he said, his infuriation audible in every syllable.

Surprised by this Sergej responded not immediately. "Why so angry?" he finally managed to ask and was faced with a sardonic laugh.

"I've spent two fucking months in this shitty prison to meet you. But Mr. Shutcall just then decided to take his leave in solitary confinement. I don't want to waste my time in a fucking place like this." Kai's outburst was short, but intense. This job started on the shittiest way possible and especially the last few days had taken its toll on the teenager's patience.

"I see and I'm sorry, but I can promise you that this solitary confinement wasn't provoked by me," he tried to reassure Kai.

"Doesn't matter anymore," Kai abandoned the issue. "What do you want from me? This is an unusual place for a first client meeting, although I suppose you have no other choice."

"A little curious, aren't we?" With a fierce look in his crimson eyes Kai told the man unmistakably to stop with all this. "Okay, understood." Sergej raised is hands in defeat. He handed Kai a worn photo that he produced out of his pocket. Once again Kai looked expressionlessly while studying the picture. A little boy aged two or three, with flaming red hair and ice-blue eyes was looking at him. After a moment he handed the photo back.

"Your son," Kai stated evenly.

"Yes. This picture was taken shortly before I was sentenced to live the rest of my life in prison. That was thirteen years ago." Wistfully the man looked at his son, caressed the photo gently, before he continued to speak, "My dear wife died shortly after our little boy was born. She was hit by a car. The driver was drunk–"

"I know the story," Kai interrupted, "you killed the driver and all four occupants two years later. I've done some research before I came here, but I didn't know that you have a son."

"I made sure to erase all evidence of his existence to protect him, so it's no surprise that you didn't know about him. My wife's sister took care of him. She reared him like he was her son, but two years later she got married and moved with her husband to America. I didn't want to lose my only child, the only blood relative I had left. After I overcame the shock of losing my wife, I started to plan my revenge, but after my wife's sister moved, I had to care for my son all alone and to tell the truth I was totally overchallenged. Reluctantly I decided to give my child to a protectory. The director was a man named Boris Balkov and he seemed very nice. He also seemed very devout; the whole protectory seemed very devout since it was an old abbey. I'm also a convinced Catholic, you know."

Sergej paused a moment to see Kai's reaction about his creed, but the other inmate just watched him flatly and said nothing. So the man continued to tell his story.

"Well, everything seemed to be legal. There were many children of all ages and even a little private school. Everything seemed really peaceful. The main reason why I chose this protectory was because of the financial matter. I know you got paid for coming here, but that wasn't my money. I have a good friend in the outside world, which is helping me out because I'm anything but rich."

"We will discuss this issue later," Kai interposed him firmly.

"Okay, where was I?" the older inmate said to collect his thoughts. "Right: the financial matter. It was at no charges. I'm not kidding here; everything was for free. The director, Mr. Balkov, told me that they had a very generous benefactor. You might have heard of him somewhere. His name is Voltaire Hiwatari. He is the owner of Hiwatari Enterprises."

"Yes, they are often in the business section of newspaper all over the world, especially in Russia," Kai answered monotonously.

"You read the business sections of newspapers!?" Sergej called out somewhat surprised.

"Sometimes," Kai responded uncommunicatively. "Continue."

Sergej looked at him for some more seconds before he proceeded. "So I didn't need to think twice, okay, maybe I didn't have thought at all, and l left my little boy in their care. That was the last time I ever saw and heard of him."

Again, the man caressed the photo of his only child. Kai waited for him to explain more, but when nothing came, he asked one of the many questions that were in his mind. "You didn't keep in touch after you came here?"

"I tried," he answered immediately. He had already expected this question and explained further, "During my revenge I didn't want to contact the protectory to protect my son as well as my own identity. When my thirst for revenge was satisfied, I gave myself up to the police. I had planned that from the beginning, you know. Well, anyway, the first thing I did when I came here was asking for permission to call the protectory. They gave me the permission without asking who I wanted to call, but the number Mr. Balkov gave me was wrong: 'There is no such number.' I tried again and again. One of the prison officers, a very kind man, and I'll be forever in his debt, helped me finding out what happened to the protectory."

'I bet this prison officer's name was Golov,' Kai thought while he followed the man's explanation.

"He even drove to the address I gave him, when he found nothing on the internet," the man said now with a hint of agitation in his voice. "The abbey was still there, but totally empty, deserted, no children, no one at all. When he asked around in the neighborhood no one had ever seen anything. But I know that I didn't imagine all the children and my conversation with Mr. Balkov." Agitation was clearly audible in the prisoner's voice.

"And you want me to find your son," Kai concluded without showing any emotions.

"That's not all," he responded already a bit calmer. "I know I was tricked by this Mr. Balkov and by Voltaire Hiwatari. He also must have a finger in the pie. You are supposed to make sure that both men are sent to prison. I'll take care that they will be sent to this prison or, when the rumors are true, to whatever prison I'll be in at that time."

"So I'll do the dirty work and you have the fun afterwards," Kai stated.

The older man said nothing. In some way Kai had nailed it. All his remaining hope laid in the teenager's willingness to accept this job. As far as his research went, there was no other boy around the same age who offered this kind of service paired with his professionalism. He really needed Kai to accept the offer, otherwise the chance of ever seeing his son would be zero.

"I'll do it."

"What?! Really?!" Sergej called out surprised and doubtfully.

"I'll do it," Kai said again, "but the price will be–"

"Doesn't matter," he interrupted him again excitedly, "my friend will pay any amount."

"I don't want money," Kai said determined and reached out to the man to take the photo of the little red-haired boy. He held it up to look at it carefully. "I want him."

The prisoner sitting on the bad looked at him astounded. Kai still didn't show any signs of emotions, neither in his behavior nor in his voice. After a long moment Sergej asked, "Why? What do you intend?"

"None of your business."

"None of my …. He's my son! MY SON! You …" The man leaped up to his feet and paced the little room at a loss of words.

"Fine. Then, you should start to forget your son because you'll never see or hear from him again."

Kai's words were rough, but they were true and Sergej knew it. When Kai would accomplish the assignment, he had the chance to meet or at least speak to his son. He had known from the very beginning that he would never be able to live together, but at least he would be part of his life again. Granted that his son wanted the contact after all those years. He could worry about this when the time comes.

"No! Please, do it!" Sergej eventually said, a hint of desperation seeping into his voice.

Kai smiled. A devilish smile. The other inmate wasn't so sure if it really had been a good idea to ask this boy. But he was the only person suitable for this job. An orphan himself, not yet of legal age: the right candidate for an investigation at a protectory.

"Now that this matter is settled, let's get to the 'fun part' of this meeting," Kai said still smiling while he got up from his chair. He walked towards the now standing man. This time the man wasn't able to hide his emotions behind a wall and Kai saw the astonishment coupled with curiosity in the inmate's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Sergej asked warily.

"I know you've done some research, too, so you should know what I mean. Let's seal the deal with sex." On cue the veil of Kai's emotions raised and unbridled lust was visible in those crimson orbs. A desire to be touched, to taste those pale lips, feel them on his naked body, to hear the man moan his name while he penetrated his hole, slamming into him, hitting his sweet spot again and again, until he himself would be nothing more than a bundle of nerves whose only purpose in life was to be fucked. Kai pressed their bodies together, stroking the man's ass with one hand emphasizing his intention. Their eyes met; crimson ones, filled with unrestrained passion and ice-blue ones in which … repulsion rampaged. Undeterred Kai continued.

"When was the last time you enjoyed the company of a willing piece of meat?" he whispered.

"Two months ago, before I went into solitary confinement," Sergej sounded unimpressed.

"Good for you. Today is your lucky day," Kai murmured.

"What do you mean?" the older inmate asked a bit unnerved. The hand stroking his ass had slipped inside his pants where it continued the fondling.

"Because I'm much more than a willing piece of meat."

For a moment they just stared at each other until Sergej grabbed the hand on his ass and guided it back. "I'm not interested," he said between clenched teeth.

"Liar," Kai chuckled, but stepped back. The other inmate exhaled in relief, thinking that the boy wouldn't start another attempt. He was wrong. Wordlessly Kai took off his clothes, leaving them on the spot where he carelessly threw them down. Naked he walked towards the stunned man.

"What are you doing? Put your clothes back on!" Sergej said annoyed. Annoyed by himself because his body reacted to the nudity of this lithe frame and the lustful look this creature was giving him. He stepped back until his legs hit the bed and he slumped down on it. One second later Kai was already over him, stroking the man's manhood with one hand through the fabric.

"Why don't you take off yours instead," he purred into the prisoner's ear whose breath came faster with every stroke.

The sensation was making it hard to think. Kai was very skilled with his hand. The arousal wasn't enough to make him come, but it was enough to drive him a titbit crazier than to his liking. The unwelcomed feeling of wanting more spread inside him.

"Fuck," Sergej hissed.

"Me," Kai added while he was pulled down and turned around. Now he was the one, who was lying on his back. Both his hands were held down by the figure above him. Challenging tongues met in a fierce battle which the elder one won, ravishing the delightful cavern of the person under him. In truth he lost the real battle, they both knew it the moment they kissed.

When Kai felt the hard member grinding against his own, he couldn't hold on any longer. A pleading moan escaped his mouth. As an answer Sergej let go of the hands and tore up his clothes, not willing to waste any more time by taking them off. Finally naked he positioned himself and with a brutal thrust he shoved his dick inside, not caring for the pain the other must be feeling. He started moving his hips without giving Kai the time to adjust to the foreign object. The thrusts were fast and rough.

"You wanted it this way, you get it," the man panted.

Kai's only reaction was to spread his legs a little wider, so that he had even better access. He felt the pain like a raging sword flashing through him, but soon the pleasure took over. Every time his sweet spot was hit, white stars danced in front of his eyes. He lost track of time, how long were they already doing it, one minute or ten, none of them could tell.

Kai felt the nearing orgasm of the man dominating him. Desperately he started stroking his own member. The double sensation made him clamp down on the prick inside him. The cell was filled by their moans, gasps and the sound of bare flesh hitting bare flesh.

With one last groan Kai came, tightening up even more. One thrust later he felt hot cum flowing inside him. Kai relaxed on the bed, still heavily breathing, but also with a satisfied grin in his face while the man above him rode out his orgasm before he collapsed on top of him.

"Fuck," Sergej managed to say after some minutes, "that was intense."

Kai said nothing when the other prisoner stood up, fetched new clothes from a tiny dresser and put them on. Still lying naked on the bed, he asked, "What's his name?"

"Whose name?" the man asked clueless.

"The name of your little brat," Kai explained.

"Oh. Yuri. Yuriy Ivanov, but I don't know if he still lives under this name."