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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 39.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin. 

 

Aleric.

When I wake up, I roll over to snuggle up to Gareth... but he's not there. I wipe my eyes to get the sleep out of them, and then I notice the envelope on his pillow. I pick it up and look at it. It's got two words on it: Für sie. xxx. I open it... the rest of it is written in German, too.

 

I love you, but I have a meeting at nine at the office. If you're missing me you'll have to use that toy Kurt gave you.

I love you. See you later.

G.xxxxxxxxxx

Ps. Sorry I was so tired last night. xxxxxxx

 

Although I'm disappointed Gareth isn't here, I'm thrilled that he's written me a letter. His handwriting is beautiful, just like he is. I kiss the letter and then tuck it down between my legs, hold it against my balls, and settle back in bed again. The moment I do, there's a knock on the door. I'm flustered who it might be. Gotty wouldn't have knocked... he would have walked right in. It's probably Gunther, so I call, "Come in." The moment I've said it I realise my mistake: the painting of me is still leaning against the wall. But it's too late now. It's Mum! Oh, my God!

 

She smiles at me when she sees I'm in bed. "Are you decent?"

 

I'm not. I haven't got a stitch on, but at least I'm covered by the duvet. "What's up, Mum?"

 

"Nothing. I'm going to do breakfast and I thought you might want some."

 

"What are you making?"

 

Mum grins. "Pancakes with honey. Your twin brother is mad on them nowadays and he's challenged me to make them like they do at that café. Do you want some?" She chuckles. "They'll build your strength back up."

 

I chuckle. "I don't need them. He fell asleep last night."

 

Mum can't stop giggling when she comes and sits on the bed by me. She strokes my hair while she's smiling into my face, and then she says, "These men, eh!" I pull a silly face at her, but I can't say anything. Her comment is a bit too near the mark of how I feel about Gareth. I do see him as my man. Then she sees the kimono lying on the floor. She gets off the bed and gives me a disgusting look. "Tch tch. You should look after your clothes better! This must have cost a fortune! Naughty boy!" She picks it up. And then she sees the painting. Immediately, I go cold. Holding the kimono over her arm, she stares at it. Then she turns to me and asks, "Is that the painting?" I can only nod. She drops the kimono on the bed, walks to the painting, and stands looking at it for a long time. When she turns to look at me, there's a really strange look on her face when she asks, "What is this supposed to be?!"

 

I'm not sure what she means. "It's, it's me... Mum!"

 

With her head drawn back and her eyes narrowed, she says, "No it isn't! It isn't you!"

 

"Wh... wh... what do you mean, Mum?"

 

Then tears begin to come from her eyes, and I'm frightened. I've never seen Mum like this. She seems sure about what she's saying, but she seems lost at the same time, and her arms are moving about in frustration. She's agitated. Yes, that's what she is... and she's sort of angry and upset at the same time. Then she wrings her hands together and looks at the painting again. Finally, she sits on the bottom of the bed and I can see that she's crying, and although I'm naked, I have to go down the bed and wrap my arms around her neck and hold her tight, and I'm saying, "Shhhhhh, Mum. Shhhh."

 

She lifts her hands up and grabs my arms and grips them tightly. Then, still sobbing, she lets go of my arms with one of hers and points a wavering finger at the painting, and almost cries, "Do you know what that is, Aleric?"

 

I'm crying now, and tears are running down my face and into her neck when I manage to sniffle, "Yes. It's me and Gottwin. I don't know how he did it Mum. Raul had never seen Gottwin in his life."

 

Mum turns her head to me and I can see the tears flowing from her astonished face. She shakes her head. "No, it's not you and Gottwin... It's you and Gottwin and Norbert!" Then she really breaks down and wraps her arms around my nakedness and crushes me to her. I do the same, and we both end up hugging each other and crying our eyes out.

 

It goes on for ages until, eventually, I manage to blurt out, "What do you mean... Norbert?" Still Mum can't speak, and I have to hold her for ages while she carries on sobbing. I'm really uncomfortable in the position we're in, so I break away, get some tissues from the bedside cupboard, go round the bed and sit next to Mum, and then put my arm around her again and hug her while I'm giving her some tissues. We nearly empty the box before we can speak again, and I ask her again, quietly this time, "What do you mean, Mum... Norbert? I don't understand."

 

Mum is sobbing when she says, "Aleric, my beautiful boy... my beautiful boy, I know you don't understand. There's no way you can understand. You weren't there."

 

"Weren't where, Mum?"

 

"There! There when Norbert died. My sweet little boy... in my arms and I watched the life go out of him. My beautiful boy was gone. (I'm crying now, as much as Mum.) I wouldn't let anybody touch him. I prepared him for the funeral. I washed his lifeless little body; I cleaned his little bum; I put cream all over his soft skin; I brushed his hair until it shone like silk, and then I placed a gold coin in his fingers and bandaged up his hand so it wouldn't fall out. It may have been a silly thing to do, but I wanted to send my special gold coin with him so he could pay to have his finger repaired."

 

I'm really puzzled now, and I have to grab Mum's head and turn it towards me so I can see as well as hear what she's talking about. "What do you mean, Mum? What has this got to do with the painting?"

 

Suddenly, Mum stops crying and I see her face change. She gets up from the bed, takes my hand, lifts me from the bed, and leads me to the painting. Then she points at `my' fingers in the painting. I stare at what she's pointing at, and then a shudder runs through me and the hair at the back of my head stands right up. I hadn't seen it before. Well, I had seen it, but I just thought it was part of the painting and Raul had done it on purpose for some reason, but although he's painted my fingers straight, the middle finger of the right hand is not straight; it's bent in towards the palm and is at a sort of a crooked angle, and now when I'm looking at it, I can tell that it's wrong. The painting is perfect, and the finger is completely out of character with everything else. Mum points to it; touches it, and says, "That's Norbert's finger, not yours. And look! On that tiny marble table by the side of the bed. What's that?"

 

I stare at it for a while, and then it dawns on me. I look at Mum. "It can't be!"

 

She nods slowly. "It is. Anybody who didn't know would think it's just decoration to the painting, but that bit of rag is a crumpled bandage, and that tiny glint of gold is a half seen gold coin underneath it."

 

I point at Gottwin's birthmark in the painting. "And that's Gottwin's birthmark, not mine, and Raul had never set eyes on him. How did he do it Mum? How did he know?"

 

Mum turns to me, holds my head with both hands, and kisses my face all over. "I don't know son. I just don't know, but someone told him about my three beautiful boys, and only one person could have known everything, and that is God. Only God could have known of such things. Raul was God's servant, sent here to join my three boys together completely. How much was he paid for this?"

 

My mind flies back to that moment, that beautiful moment when Raul looked up, right into my eyes and I knew what he wanted... he was begging me with his eyes, and I paid him with the little bit of semen I could make. That's how Raul was paid. It wasn't an act of perversion from him; he wanted a living part of Me. He received it: countless little Alerics swimming about in my sperm. And now I understand. So I sit Mum on the edge of the bed and say, "He wanted part of me inside him."

 

She looks puzzled. "What part of you?"

 

I drop my head and mutter, "A living part of me."

 

She still looks puzzled, and then it dawns on her what I mean, and she hugs me, and we sit together, rocking in each other's arms on the edge of the bed until she suddenly gets up and stares at me. "Look at you! You'd better get dressed! You'll be late for breakfast! Pancakes! Better than that rubbish they make at that damned café!" Then she points a stern finger at me. "This is our secret! Right? Nobody else knows! Nobody!"

 

"Okay Mum. Now go away, you're embarrassing me. I've got nothing on!"

 

She giggles. Looks me up and down, and says, "I haven't seen you naked for a while. You're still a cute little monkey. I can see what Gareth sees in you now."

 

"Mum!"

 

Then she points another warning finger at me. "Keep Gottwin out of here! This room is for you and Gareth only! Do you understand me?!"

 

I'm shocked, but I manage a feeble nod of the head. Is there anything Mum doesn't know about her boys?

 

********** ********** ********** ********** ***********

 

Gareth.

Pete Townshend drums his fingers on the desk opposite to where I'm sitting. His jaw is set firm when he says, "They're ready now. Well, after some publicity. What we could do with is a real celebrity introducing them to the world."

 

"Got anybody in mind?" asks Pete Sawyer, watching me intently from his own chair next to Townshend. I know what he's doing: studying me; watching my reactions to what's going on. We've worked together long enough now for him to decipher what I'm thinking and where I want to go.

 

Townshend rubs his chin. "Yes, but it will be difficult."

 

I ask, "Who?"

 

He shakes his head. "Just a thought... yet. I don't want to go there... yet. They need to cut a disk first. Be ready for when we open the Pandora's Box." Then he stares into my eyes. "Are the boys ready for this?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm not sure."

 

Townshend nods. "Are you ready for this?"

 

We lock eyes. "What do you mean?"

 

I see a slight change in his face, and I think he knows when he says, "Let's just deal with little Hans and leave anything else out of the equation. (Now I know he knows.) The little fella is as gay as they come... at his age! He lives with a gay man and a queer transvestite. The press will have a field day with that. All I can say is that I wouldn't like to be in the little man's shoes when they dig the dirt. It could damage him for life."

 

I nod, slowly. "Thank you Pete. Now let's cut all the crap and hear what I'm paying you for. Yes or no?"

 

Townshend shakes his head. "No! Don't even go there. Well, not big time. The house of cards will come tumbling down quicker than you can put them up."

 

I give him an enquiring look. "Not... big... time?"

 

He smiles. "Yes, I've given it some thought. It might cost you, but we could make it happen. Just the once, and then the boys vanish into obscurity. It can be done."

 

"With the... Who?"

 

He grins. "My mystery celebrity? Correct. I can see it in my mind now. I know the celebrity... I know the location. Just the once. It will still have an element of risk to it, but we introduce them as I Tre Angeli, keep their real names a secret, and because the person I have in mind who will be fronting the concert is ultra-massive, better than the boys can hope to be, they will still not make the headlines. The perfect scenario for a one-off. I can't do any better than that."

 

"Won't you tell me more?"

 

Townshend chuckles. "No. My way or the highway. Let me know."

 

I smile at him. "Thank you Pete. Now I know why people employ you." I look at my watch. Ten-thirty-three. "I'll let you get on with your busy life. Have you got anyone else to see in Berlin?"

 

He nods. "I'm popping in to see somebody else."

 

"Business?"

 

"Yes."

 

"So he or she pays half the costs of your trip here then?"

 

He laughs and gets up. "No fucking way. I'll send you the bill."

 

********** ********** ********** ********** **********

 

Pete Sawyer.

I get in the taxi with Townshend and tell the driver to drop me off at the KaDeWe so I can do some shopping. We haven't gone far before Townshend says, "This is a den of iniquity you've brought me into, Pete."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"You know what I mean. Rhys-Jones and that Aleric lad. It's as plain as the nose on your face."

 

"What is?"

 

He stares at me. "You're having me on... right? Either that or you're as thick as pigshit. They're having it off together. He'll be in jail if he doesn't watch himself."

 

"You're wrong."

 

"Why am I wrong?"

 

"Two things. First of all he isn't having it off with the boy, and second, the age of consent here is fourteen."

 

Townshend looks surprised. "The fucking hell it is! I wish I'd known."

 

"Why?"

 

"The only reason I didn't push the deal was because I thought it would get Rhys-Jones in trouble and I didn't want to be on the end of his retribution. I hear he can be a nasty bastard when somebody crosses him. Anyway, from what I saw last night, he was all over the boy, and his twin brother. I reckon he's having it off with both of them."

 

"Wrong on both counts. I've known Gareth for ten years now. I even know what colour he shits, and I can tell you now that it's not like that. What you're seeing is one of those rare things in life, a true piece of philanthropy. Yes, he does love the boy, and he loves his twin brother, but he also loves the boys' Mum and their Dad and their older brother. What you're seeing is a man coming to terms with his selfishness and his greed. Gareth hates himself for what he is, but making money is like a drug to him. He can't help ripping people off. Then the boy came into his life, and the boy's family and the shit they've been through. Its Gareth penitence for the bastard he is. He wants to make their life whole so they can live happily ever after."

 

"And what about the others? The queer fella and his wife, and the little gay lad, Hans?"

 

I chuckle. "They're a queer fella and his wife, and a little gay lad."

 

Townshend chuckles. "I don't give a fuck for them. I might change my mind now and go for it big style. I could make a fortune out of the boys. They've definitely got the `Ahhh' factor. They were brilliant."

 

I dig him in the ribs. "I wouldn't go there now. Stick to what you've arranged with Gareth. I was watching his face. He was completely on the same wavelength as you. He hasn't got where he is by being a fool, and if you change your plan now, he'll take you to the cleaners. Let it be, unless your past is whiter than white."

 

Townshend giggles again. "I'd be doing twenty years if they discovered what I've been up to in my life. I think we'll let sleeping dogs lie."

 

The taxi draws to a halt by the KaDeWe. I get out, shake his hand, and then tell him while I'm grinning into his face, "I already know most of it, so I'll be your executioner if you start stirring the shit."

 

He holds up his hand, winks at me, I slam the door shut, and the taxi drives away. Then I breathe out a big sigh of relief. I think I handled that well. But that's what Gareth pays me for: watching his back. Thank God the boy is fourteen! Phew!

 

******** ********* ********* ********* **********

 

Gareth.

When they're gone, I pour another coffee from the percolator and sit back and think. I'm not pleased with myself. A moment of madness it was... driven by the crazy love I have for Aleric... blinded by emotions. My brain wasn't working right when I told them that I would make them superstars. I hadn't given due consideration to what Townshend could dispassionately work out immediately. I pretty much knew what he was going to say before he said it. But he's delivered me a lifeline. Whatever he's got planned with this mystery superstar could be my salvation: save my face when I tell the boys that I was wrong. How will they react when I tell them that Mr Super Bullshitter has fucked up? They're boys... just kids, and it will hurt. There's only one way I can deal with this... talk to Aleric first. If anybody can get me out of this hole, he can. I wonder what he's doing now? I need to talk to him. I miss him. God, I miss him every second I'm not with him.

 

"Hello Herr Moneybags."

 

My heart misses a beat when I hear his sweet voice answer the phone, but I've got a grin on my face when I hear how he refers to me. "Hi. What are you doing?"

 

"We've just had pancakes with honey and I'm helping Mum with the washing up."

 

"You've got a bloody dishwashing machine to do that!"

 

Aleric chuckles. "I know, but Mum doesn't trust them. She says it's a waste of electricity."

 

I'm now getting deep belly chuckles, and my eyes are misting over with affection for this crazy family that have come into my life. What Aleric has said sums them up perfectly... they're ordinary folk who think about ordinary things, and that's part of the reason why I love them all. "Can we talk?"

 

"In a minute. Hang on there Herr Moneybags." I can hear his breathing as he walks out of the kitchen, and I know where he's going... to our bedroom. I know he's got there when he says, "You can talk sexy stuff to me now."

 

"Don't be disgusting! I didn't want to talk about your obsession. Shall we go to the Wannsee this afternoon?"

 

"No. You fell asleep last night and I want to do stuff. I don't want you tired tonight. How about we go tomorrow – Sunday?"

 

I giggle. "Sorry. I was worn out. I think it was staring at you all night that did it. I had sex with you twenty times while we were eating the meal."

 

Aleric giggles. "Twenty times! Don't make me laugh! If you could do it twenty times you'd wear me out, and you've never been able to do that. You're useless. Anyway, how long are you going to be?"

 

"Not too long. Are you missing me?"

 

"I miss you the moment I can't see you, you know that. What about you?"

 

"I love you. I'll see you about midday. Be good."

 

"I love you Herr Moneybags. More than you'll ever know."

 

I break the call before I become more emotional, and then sit back and think about my boy.

 

He doesn't care anymore. This `fourteen thing' has liberated him. But the age of consent has limits. It's not a black and white thing here. It wasn't designed for old blokes like me to fuck any youngster in sight. It was designed so as not to make the law an ass: taking into consideration that two youngsters can fall in love and experiment without one being called a paedophile. So what we're doing has to be hidden; disguised; kept very much in house and not advertised to the world. Aleric will have to get used to that. He feels liberated, but that liberation comes with responsibilities, and he now has a responsibility to keep me safe. We'll have to discuss it, and it's better done on one of our long walks than in the bedroom. Maybe tomorrow when we're at the Wannsee. Maybe when I take just him in my car to the Wannsee. But first I have an appointment... with Kurt. There are things I want to talk about, and only Kurt can answer my questions.

 

**************

 

Although he's busy in the shop, he flicks a finger at one of his staff to take over and takes me to the office and closes the door behind him when we're in. I sit in the customer chair and he makes us both a coffee with Nescafe out of a jar. He knows I won't drink it, but he's doing it because it's the done thing. Then he sits in his own chair and looks at me over the rim of his coffee mug while he's supping at it. He puts the mug down and asks, "So... what is it that's so important that it takes me away from my work on a Saturday?"

 

I stare at him. "Tell me about boys."

 

"What do you want to know about boys?"

 

"I want to know why Aleric is abnormal."

 

He looks puzzled. "Why is he abnormal?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "You know what I mean. He wears me out. He says I'm useless." Kurt begins to giggle, so I point a finger at him and raise my voice when I say, "This is not fucking funny! He's not a normal boy... he's sex mad! He certainly isn't that fucking angel I thought he was when I first saw him."

 

Still Kurt is struggling to contain his mirth, and I feel myself getting angrier. Then Kurt manages to control himself and cocks his head to one side as he looks at me, and then he asks, "Did you really think he was an angel?"

 

I shake my head. "No, but I did think he'd be a normal boy and not a sex machine."

 

Kurt shakes his head slowly, the gesture similar to that of an adult talking to a child. "You really are ignorant, aren't you!" I'm about to retort when he raises his hand and indicates I'm to keep my mouth shut.  "Boys. I think I should educate you about them before you harm my little Aleric."

 

I glare at him. "I'd never harm him!"

 

Kurt's face softens. "I know you wouldn't, Sweetie. Well, not deliberately, but you might do it through ignorance and it will still hurt just the same. But how will you feel if I hurt you while I'm stopping you hurting Aleric?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't care about me."

 

"But we do. What do you know about libido?"

 

"Not a lot."

 

"No, you don't do you. So I'll explain a few things. We're all made differently, so think of human beings as part of a swingometer where libido is concerned. Some human beings have no libido... some go off the scale. But that doesn't make any of us wrong. We're born that way. Aleric is probably like me. My libido goes about three quarters the way over the swingometer. I have no idea where you are but I would take a guess that you're less than halfway. Heindrich is about like you. But don't mix up love and libido. They're two different entities. Completely different. I didn't realise it, but I always suspected that on the love swingometer you go right to the end. You're the abnormal one in that regard. And you've met a special boy who matches your loving abnormality. That's as rare as rocking horse shit."

 

"I know that, but I haven't come here for a lecture on love. I want to know about libido, especially Aleric's."

 

Kurt smiles. "Aleric is fourteen. Normal boys when they're fourteen are sex mad. Sex is on their minds when they go to bed... still there when they wake up... and it's with them all through the day. Fourteen year old boys are a walking sex machine. It's their age. Their hormones are raging; their pinklers are always hard, and they need their release. If they don't have a partner to release their tensions then they do it themselves. Some boys do it ten times a day... others two or three times. Some boys on the far end of the libido swingometer do it so often that they harm themselves and their poor pinklers end up bruised and battered."

 

"But when does this madness start to wane?"

 

This time Kurt can't contain his giggle, and he says, "Madness? There's nothing mad about libido. Well, sometimes there is but I'm pretty sure Aleric isn't mad. The really mad libido people usually end up killing someone because they're unable to control their libido. Do you understand where I'm going?"

 

I nod at him. "Yes. I'd worked that out. Tell me more. I need to know. But I can tell you that I wasn't a normal fourteen year old."

 

"How old were you when you became normal?"

 

"About sixteen I think, and then I was right on the lower end of the libido swingometer."

 

This time Kurt doesn't giggle. He's serious when he says, "You're pretty low, but I've known lower. But that's another thing. There's an age libido swingometer for boys. Did you know that there are some seven year olds who are sex mad?"

 

I shake my head. "How on earth can they be sex mad at that age? They're far too young to know what sex is about."

 

Kurt shakes his head. "Wrong... Boyo. Some boys can have fully formed testicles by the time they're five, and they can produce semen before they're in double figures. Not a lot, but they can produce precum as well. The little monkeys are men before their time. They're abnormal. But they do exist."

 

"Were you like that?"

 

Kurt laughs. "No. I was normal. Well, sort of. I couldn't produce, but I wanted sex when I was about eight."

 

"And did you get it?"

 

Kurt winks at me. "Mind your own fucking business, Boyo!"

 

Now it's my turn to chuckle. "Tart! I'm glad I'm on the lower end of the libido spectrum."

 

"And now you've met Aleric?"

 

I can't contain my grin. "Now I've met Aleric, I'm about where you placed me. But I've had to move up a notch or two so I don't hurt him."

 

Kurt nods. "As it should be. Now we're singing from the same hymn sheet. I don't care how you do it, but that boy needs his libido outlet. Now I've educated you, fuck off and let me earn some money. I've seen a beautiful dress I like. It's fantastic, but it's almost six thousand Euros."

 

I grin at him, take out one of my credit cards from my wallet, write the pin number on a slip of paper, and throw it at him. "Put it on my card. I love you more when you're dressed well."

 

Kurt grins. "I've seen some other things that I like."

 

We get up at the same time, Kurt comes to me, I hug him and allow him to kiss my cheek, and then I say, "Give me the card back in a month. That should give you time to sort out the other things you like... and some things for Heindrich and Hansie."

 

Kurt grabs my arm and gives me googly eyes. "I wasn't thinking of anything money could buy. I was thinking of something you could help me out with?"

 

I laugh. "You've got no chance. How could you? You can't compete with a sex-mad fourteen year old."

 

*******************

 

When I'm driving back to the apartment I can't stop chuckling at Kurt's reply to my last remark. He grabbed my bottom and said, "That boy hasn't got a clue how to treat a man. I'd take you to places he can only dream about yet." LOL.

 

**************

 

Sunday. I decide to take the family to the Western side of the Wannsee, the opposite side to where my own place is, so with me and Aleric taking the lead in the Bentley and the rest of the family following closely in the VW Transporter, I take the Heerstraße out of the city and then turn left onto the Gatower Straße and follow the coast road through Gatow and onto the Kladower Damm until I'm near the Deutshe-Britischer Yacht Club. I turn left before we get to it, pull onto a deserted car park, and the Transporter pulls alongside. For the first time since we set out, Aleric removes his hand from my thigh (a subject of much discussion and argument on the way down, with him always winning the battle, but I did win the one that he should keep his cock in his pants while I was driving after he'd pulled it out and asked me to play with it), and we get out and go and sit with the family in the Transporter. I point across the water to Schwanenwerder and tell them that's where my house is, and that I want the family to spend the rest of the afternoon having a look at places and properties on this side of the Wannsee. Then I make it very clear to them that if they see a property they like, then it has be something they really like and not a compromise, making it even more clear that this is a family investment as well as a home! To ram the point into their thick German heads, I tell them that I could easily buy a thousand properties here if I wanted to. With a lot of chuckles, I think they get the message, and so Aleric and I get out and leave it to them. Yes, Aleric stays with me. He said he was going to when we were on the way down... when he had his cock out and was trying to tempt me with it. It's not my home. I've got my home... with you. So now will you play with my pinkler?! I'm pleased he's staying with me. I have a lot of things to discuss with him, and some I'm not looking forward to.

 

**********

 

Wearing warm winter clothing (Aleric wearing my favourite scarf and linking my arm) we stroll along a short patch of sandy beach and then sit on a solitary bench near to the water's edge. We sit down, and Aleric moves close, links my arm with both his, and leans his head against my shoulder. I check to make sure his woolen gloves are fitting properly, and then he looks up at me. He makes me smile when he says, "Can we kiss here?"

 

I look around. We're all alone, so I bend my head down and kiss his soft lips very gently. He responds, and for a few moments we play our special loving game of lips and tippy-tongue kissing. Then he grins and returns his head to rest against my shoulder again, but now his arms are gripped more tightly around mine. After a short while, he says, "What do you want to talk about?"

 

"I didn't say I wanted to talk about anything."

 

He humphs. "I know you better. You've got something on your mind, so spit it out, Herr Moneybags! But if you make me cry then be prepared for some big shit!"

 

"I've had a word with Townshend, the publicist, and you're not going to be superstars."

 

"Good! Thank God for that!"

 

"You're not disappointed?"

 

Aleric looks up at me, right into my eyes, and I can see anger in them. "No!" Then I see tears forming in his eyes. His eyes narrow. "See what you've done!" More tears. "We haven't been here for two minutes and you've made me cry! I told you not to!" Then he folds into my arms and sobs and sobs. I don't know what to say, but Aleric does. His voice is venomous. "You don't understand, do you?! I don't care about being a superstar! All it would do is take me away from you! I don't want that! I want to be with you, not flying around the world pretending I'm something I'm not! All those girls wanting my body... fawning over a boy who loves a special man. Oh Gareth... you don't understand. Not even now you don't!" Then he folds into me even more and holds me even tighter and sobs and sobs and sobs.

 

I'm fighting back my own tears, losing the battle, but I manage to keep them in some sort of control to be able to say, "Yes I do, but I can't get used to thinking that you love me as much as I love you. It just doesn't seem possible. I love you so much that it brings tears to my eyes just to look at you; the moment I can't see you, I'm lost; the moment I can't touch you, I go cold; and it's only when I'm with you, like this, that I can be happy."

 

Aleric is nodding like crazy when I say those words, and then he looks up at me with his tearful eyes. "You do understand. I'm sorry Gareth. You do understand. I'm sorry." Then he lifts his gloved hand up and plays with my tears. "On my birthday night, when you fell asleep! Do you know what I did?"

 

I try to grin when I tell him. "You either played with me while I was asleep, or you did something disgusting."

 

That induces tearful chuckles. "Yes, I did that, but I did something much more important."

 

I sniffle. "What was that? What could be more important than satisfying your crazy sex drive?"

 

Aleric's face is angry again, and he pushes a gloved finger hurtfully into my cheek. "I married you. I betrothed myself to you for the rest of my life." More sobs, deep ones this time, and the tears are flooding from him. "While you were afuckingsleep! I married you!" And he's shouting when he says, "Now do you understand me?!"

 

**********

 

I've got one arm over Aleric's shoulder, and both Aleric's are wrapped around my waist whilst we walk slowly along the sandy beach, locked together in hurtful love. At one point he lifts his head, stares sadly into my own sad eyes, and says, "Shall we just walk into the water and get it all over and done with?"

 

I kiss his lips softly. "No. We'll work it out. Sometimes it doesn't hurt."

 

He sniffles. "When's that?"

 

I kiss him again. "When you're doing silly things and making me laugh. When you're being really naughty."

 

Aleric smiles. "I think we need to do it now before we commit suicide... don't you?"

 

"How?"

 

He points to the end of the path where it disappears into some woodland. "In there. We can be naughty in there."

 

"We might get caught."

 

He looks into my eyes and I can see that there's an air of resignation in his. "I don't care. Do you?"

 

I kiss his lips. "No."

 

**********

 

And we don't care when we wend our way through the thickets until we find a suitable place to make love, lying on my overcoat, both naked and cold. But we don't think about the cold when, after we've outed our lust, we lie in each other's arms, loving each other as only people who are madly in love can. But Aleric has to be the naughty boy again before we leave this wonderful place. We're about to leave when he pushes me onto my back and straddles my chest. Then he stares into my eyes and says, "This is for making me cry!" And I let him take out his frustration when he shoves his cock into my mouth and fucks it, and I accept my penitence gladly from my pretty normal sex-mad fourteen year old.

 

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Aleric.

I hardly hear anything my family says about their exploration. Well, I do hear it, but it's secondary to what I'm really feeling. I feel as if I've been to hell and back, and I'm still not sure I'm in a safe place. As a matter of fact, I'm feeling that the only safe place I can ever be from now on is to be with Gareth, just he and me, alone in our apartment. No family around; no friends; just he and me, naked and in bed; locked together in the love we share until death us do part. Right now I would go willingly with him to that dark place to join Raul. That to me is Heaven. Not this shit about houses they've seen; meals with lots of people around; being a fucking superstar!!!!

 

  And then I feel it... the tingling inside me. I shut my eyes tightly and a vision of the painting enters my brain. I can see everything as clear as daylight... the room... the colours... and I'm inside the room in the painting... looking out.

 

********* ********* ********** ********** ***********

 

Gareth.

Aleric is quiet on the drive back. Too quiet. My hand is hurting. He's never let go of it since we began the drive home, and I can see the white of his knuckles caused by the pressure he's applying to my hand. Something has changed in him today; something deep; something so deep that I'm being left behind; locked out of his world, and I'm hurting. Then he suddenly turns to me and says, "Stop the car!"

 

I stare at him. "What's the problem?"

 

His eyes are angry. I know why. I'm not doing as I'm told! I'm not accepting my proper place! This isn't Aleric looking at me now... this is the boy in the painting... The Hun. And his voice is razor sharp when he says again, "Stop the car!"

 

I don't argue. When I get to a convenient place to stop, without a word, he gets out and I watch him through the rear view mirror walking to the Transporter, which has pulled up behind us. He's not animated when he's talking to his mother. In fact he's smiling; the normal Aleric; the normal scheming Aleric. He closes the door to the transporter, waves happily, and then walks to the Bentley. When he gets in, he puts his seatbelt on, and stares at me with that steely look again. "They're going home. Take me to Raul's place."

 

"Will they be able to find the apartment? Have they got cards to get in?"

 

Steady, unruffled voice now. "I gave them the proper address. They've got the sat-nav. They'll be fine. Gunther will be fine. He's not a kid. Gottwin has got his cards with him."

 

The moment I drive away, Aleric's hand seeks mine, and this time his grip is even harder on my hand. I want to see his face, but he's looking through the side window. I don't know why we're going to Raul's place, but I do know that if we don't, something is going to happen to us that will have terrible consequences. So I drive on, to our destination with whatever. May his God help us! Right now I can't think of anyone else who can.

 

To be continued...

 

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