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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 48.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

(I dedicate this part to a wise old poet who lives in A-Dragon's-Dream.)

 

 

Aleric

Mum wakes me at four after I've had a nap. I asked her to after she told me I looked totally worn out. My excuse was that I missed my own bed. I got asked various questions, which I sidestepped with grunts and non-replies. It was the eventual conclusion from all the family that I was becoming a grumpy teenager that finally made me decide to take a nap and get out of their way. I considered going up to Gareth's apartment to take it, but decided against it because I needed to make sure Mum woke me up so I wouldn't miss meeting him.

 

But before I took a nap, because Gareth left the Bentley parked here when he left, I phoned the limo company and asked if Gareth had ordered one to pick him up at the airport. They said he had, so I told them to pick me up on the way there.

 

"Is everything alright?" Mum asks when she's shaken my shoulder to wake me and I'm fully back to consciousness.

 

I realise I need to get back to some semblance of normality, so I smile at her and say, "Yes Mum. It was just a long day yesterday, and Kurt's friends didn't go bed until very late. I should have gone to bed earlier, but I thought it would be rude to do that."

 

She brushes my hair back from my forehead and smiles at me. "I think a shower will do you good. Go and get one and get dressed. What are you going to wear?"

 

I smile at her. "I've decided to wear the suit I wore when we went to the theatre."

 

Mum chuckles. "Lovely! You look beautiful in it, and I know a certain person who will think the same." Then she ruffles my hair. "Up you get sonny boy, and I'll do you something to eat. Omelette?"

 

"Yes please Mum. With bacon."

 

"Okay." She gets up and then turns to look at me. "I don't know what that perfume is I can smell on you, but it's beautiful. It's even stronger than your teenage odour. What it is."

 

I grin at her. "It was all over the bed linen at Kurt's friends' house."

 

When I'm in the shower, I scrub myself cleaner than I've ever done before. If Mum can smell the perfume Bedri used on the bedclothes, then Gareth might also be able to smell it and I don't want too many queries from him about last night. But when I'm dressed, I can smell it on my suit. I consider going in different clothes, but then decide I can explain it away by telling him that it's one of Kurt's new concoctions.

 

After I've eaten, the limo arrives and everybody wishes me well before I go out, but it doesn't ease my nerves, and all the way to the airport I'm shaking and trying to contain my tears.

 

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

 

Gareth.

I've tried to get some sleep, but I can't. I need to. I know my boy, and I know that when I get back he'll want sex big time. The only thing I have going for me is that I've not masturbated since the last time I watched Aleric doing his stuff on the webcam. I chuckle inwardly. He has no shame now we're familiar, but I'm incapable of accepting us acting like a couple of perverts without a hint of embarrassment.

 

I'm six hours into the flight, so I look at the clocks on the bulkhead above me and adjust my watch from Tokyo time: 6pm, to Berlin time: 11am. Then I get to work. Even though I'm in love with the most beautiful boy in the world and am winging my way into his arms, I have a business to run, and by the time the flight begins its descent into Berlin I've achieved far more than I thought I would, and that's because I've been brutal with myself to stop me thinking about the boy who fills my thoughts the moment I relax my concentration from other things.

 

*********

 

First class travel has its perks, and one of those is expedited egress from an airport, and at just five minutes past eight, with an attendant walking alongside me with my two suitcases on a trolley, I'm walking into the terminal looking for Aleric. For a moment I can't see him amongst the bustling crowd, and then I see only him.

 

He's leaning nonchalantly against a fluorescent illuminated central kiosk, hands in his trouser pockets, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in the most beautiful clothes he's got: the cream coloured outfit he wore when I last took him to the theatre. In fact, he looks like exactly what he is: the loved boy of a billionaire. But only I know that, and when we get to him and he untangles himself from his nonchalant pose, but not losing his laid-back air of a superior being, he's coolness personified when he says, "Hello uncle Gareth. It's good to see you. Did you have a good journey?"

 

I nod. "Yes. How has your day been?"

 

"Not bad. The limo is outside. Shall we go?"

 

I give him a hidden half smile to help him carry off this act in front of the attendant, and reply, "Yes. It's been a long journey and I need to get to bed."

 

When we begin to walk towards the exit, I almost burst into laughter when he says, "I imagine you'll be tired after your last night in Japan."

 

I know exactly what he means, so I decide to tease him to see how quick of thought he can be. "Yes, that Yokiko can be a very tiring person. It was the early hours of this morning when I managed to get rid of him."

 

Aleric is equal to me, and without even a smile on his face, he says, "I can imagine. Did you get to the bottom of the matter?"

 

I can contain my mirth no longer, and have a grin on my face when I reply, "Yes. That was easy once I'd worked out that the front he presented me with was just a prelude to what he really wanted."

 

Aleric smirks. "And what was that?"

 

We're by the exit door when I deliver the coup de grâce. "The same thing the Turul likes, but in an oriental way."

 

Aleric chuckles.

 

We reach the limo, I tip the attendant, go to get in the back seat of the car, but Aleric tells me to let him get in first. I'm puzzled why he's done that, but I do as I'm told and only when the car pulls away and Aleric has closed the glass between us and the driver do I realize why he's done it. He's deliberately not looking at me and is looking directly ahead, and I grin when I see the diamond stud in his ear. Then he glances at me and sees the smile on my face, and asks, "What are you grinning at?"

 

I look into his beautiful eyes, and smile, but I don't answer his question. And then we talk about quite a lot of things as we're making our way back to the apartments, and I deliberately wait until we're near them before I ask, "Did you pay for that out of your allowance?"

 

He pretends to be not impressed, and touches the diamond stud. "Oh, this you mean. Yes, I did."

 

"You should have let me buy it for you."

 

He grins. "You can if you want. My account is empty now."

 

I whistle through my teeth appreciatively. "Pheeew! That much eh!"

 

Aleric chuckles. "Has Yokiko got one like it?"

 

"If he has, I wouldn't have noticed."

 

Aleric looks puzzled. "Why not?"

 

I look right into the beautiful eyes of the boy who fills my heart with deep emotions and tell him, "If he was covered in them he could never match the beauty of someone I know."

 

For some reason he's choking up when he asks, "And who would that be?"

 

I'm still looking into his eyes when I reply, "Someone who is important enough for me to risk losing a hundred and thirty million dollars."

 

His voice is sharp now. "You won't lose the deal now you've flown back home... will you?"

 

"I might, but it won't be because I flew home."

 

"Then why?"

 

I look away from him and at the passing traffic. "Because I may have dented someone's honour by not paying the final instalment."

 

"I don't understand!"

 

I look into his eyes again. "I told you. If he was adorned in diamonds as big as our Loving Stone, I could never betray the most precious person in the world to me."

 

Turmoil in Aleric's eyes and his face screws up with stifled emotions, and then he turns away from me and begins to sob. I'm baffled and wondering what's brought this on and I want to hold him, but we're almost by the apartment gates, so I take out the remote from my inside coat pocket and operate them, and the driver only has to wait a couple of seconds before he can drive through the entrance and park by the doors. The moment the car stops, Aleric is out the door and he almost runs to get into the place. The driver sorts out my luggage and brings it into the vestibule, and I'm wondering where Aleric has gone. Has he gone into his parents' apartment, or has he taken the lift and gone to ours? I'm really perplexed, so I decide to take the luggage up to ours, and if he isn't there, then I'll give him a few moments to collect himself before I go and join the Hahn family.

 

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

 

Aleric.

I'm shivering and can hardly get my breath. Bedri was wrong! It does matter! Yes, love and lust are two different things, but when you love someone as much as I love Gareth, then the two things can only exist separately if there is a solid thing that joins them together, and that's something just as important as the other things. Without trust, love and lust cannot live in harmony. And I have shattered that trust. Gareth doesn't know I have, but I do, and I know that what we have is finally shattered.

 

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

 

Gareth.

He's nowhere to be seen when I enter the apartment, and I think he's gone to his parents until I hear the sound of a loud wailing coming from our bedroom. Although some things were emotional during the drive from the airport, nothing we've done or said on the way home could even remotely have this affect on him. Unless... Jealousy? I told him that he had nothing to be jealous about, but who knows what strange things go on inside the turmoil of an adolescent's brain? At his age, even a tiny matter can become a major disaster. I'm stumped and I need to know what's going on.

 

He's on the bed, still dressed, lying on his belly, his head buried in a pillow, his fists pummelling the bed while he wails this unearthly row. My legs are weak and I only just make it to the bed and sit beside him, and tears are flowing from my eyes when I place a hand on his shoulder and grip it tightly. The wailing eases slightly, and I sit closer to him, "I told you that nothing happened when I was away. What's the matter with you? Have you stopped loving me?"

 

The wailing stops as if I've turned off a tap, and his head swivels to look at me. I'm shocked. His eyes are full of hatred when he spits out a tirade of terrible swear words interspersing his question, "How dare you ask me that?!!!"

 

I'm reeling from the terrible blow of those words. Aleric, even though I've told him that I don't like him being gratuitous with bad language, sometimes slips up and uses occasional schoolyard talk, but he never resorts to obscenities that belong in the depths of a coal mine. His terrible language has to have deep meaning, as in I'm the worst person in the world to warrant him using them. I'm shocked and shattered, and now he's dismissed my question about whether he still loves me with such venom, I can only think of one thing that may have brought this on: Jealousy. And that's why I say to him, "I haven't been unfaithful, Aleric. I never touched Yokiko."

 

Aleric howls with surreal laughter into my face, and then, with wide, staring eyes, he yells, "Of course you haven't been with your fucking Jap boyfriend! How could you?! You're fucking useless!"

 

"Useless?"

 

Still those mad eyes glare at me when he spews from deep within him the most horrible things I've ever heard. "Yes, you fucking useless bastard! You're useless. But I'm not! Oh no! Aleric fucking Hahn is not useless. I was enjoying earth-shattering sex with a fucking old man while you were being fucking useless with fucking Yokiko or whatever his useless fucking name is!"

 

I can't help it. I slap him so hard that his head is knocked sideways. Slowly it returns to the position it was in before, and he stares at me with those mad eyes. And then, very coldly, I tell him, "If I hear one more vile swearword come out of your mouth, so help me, I'll hit you so hard I'll break every tooth you've got!"

 

Aleric's head slants to one side, "Swearwords? Is that all that's bothering you? What about what I've just told you?"

 

I stare right into his eyes. "You didn't answer my question. Have you stopped loving me?"

 

He shakes his head from side to side, and then he spits the words out through gritted teeth, "Don't be so stupid! If I didn't love you like crazy, do you think I'd be doing what I'm doing now?!"

 

 

**********

 

Enter the Dragon.

 

Aleric has not said a single word since I dragged him from the apartment and threw him into the car. It's a good job I had the presence of mind to press the gate remote when we were coming out of the elevator or the Bentley would be a complete wreck now, but like the beautiful machine it is, that has an almost telepathic symmetry with what I am, even though I'm driving like a lunatic, never once does it let me down on the long drive, and I think I hear an audible sigh from it when I turn off the motor when I park it by the Wannsee at the exact place where I parked it here last. Without saying a word, I get out and walk to the water's edge. Then I wait. I don't hear him get out of the car, but I do hear soft footsteps in the shingle as he approaches. Then he's by my side and I feel his hand slip into mine and tightly close on it. Without looking at him, I ask, "Are you ready for this?"

 

I hear his sweet, unhesitating voice. "Yes Gareth. I love you with all my heart and soul. But before we do it, please tell me you forgive me."

 

I grasp his hand tighter. "There's nothing to forgive." Aleric moves closer, so I break the grip of our hands and put an arm around his shoulder. His arm comes around my waist. I look up at the stars and the few scudding clouds that occasionally blank out some of them. I draw in a deep breath of air and hold it in, and then exhale. "Did you kiss him?"

 

I feel his head shake on my shoulder. "No. Don't be stupid!"

 

"Why am I stupid?"

 

He snorts. "Because you are! It wasn't like that. How could it be?"

 

"I don't know. I'm useless and don't understand these things. I only know about love."

 

Aleric's voice is breaking with emotion when he says, "I know you do. And the reason I love you is because you're useless. That's what I can't understand. How can you love me when you know I'm not useless?"

 

I kiss his hair. "Because we're all made differently, and when your God made you, he made you not useless, but when he made me, he made me useless. Do you mind if I recite you a little poem?"

 

"No... I don't mind. But why do you want to recite a poem right now?"

 

I kiss his hair again. "Because when I read it, I realized it described what I feel." And despite the seriousness of our situation, I chuckle when I tell him, "I was actually in naughty places when I discovered it."

 

"Naughty places?"

 

"Yes, you know... places that deal with people like you and me and where I could learn how to be not useless."

 

Aleric also chuckles. "You mean porn sites?"

 

"Not porn sites really. I was in places where men and boys talk about the things we do and what we are. As for porn sites, it's amazing what goes on in those places. They make what you and me do look like angels playing."

 

Aleric is giggling now. "Tell me the poem before I start laughing."

 

I hug him tighter.

 

My little liar,

Cheat and swindler.

Thief and trickster.

Beautiful boy.

Soft, warm in my arms.

Languid and unholy.

All smiles and hisses.

All screams and soft moans.

All fight and surrender.

 

Never mine.

But me,

Always yours.

 

Aleric asks, "Is that how you see me?"

 

"Yes... partly. Especially now you've told me about what you did last night. The cap fits. You might deny it fits, but I've accepted it does. I did a long time ago. Well, not so long ago, but I always reckon my life now in terms of just the time we've been together. I didn't really exist before I met you. I know I'm useless and you're not. I've already accepted that. I've corresponded with the person who wrote the poem."

 

"What's his name?"

 

"His name is unimportant. It's why he wrote the poem that's important. You see, he understands."

 

"Understands?"

 

"Yes... he understands that you can't make someone into what you want them to be. You either accept them as they are, or you shouldn't venture into such dark places. Nor should you be afraid to. Now, before we walk into the water, tell me how that old pervert managed to get you into his bed."

 

"He didn't. I invited him into mine."

 

"And did it move the earth for you?"

 

"Not really."

 

"Why was that?"

 

"Because when he left, I felt empty."

 

"I'm not surprised. That was because he'd drained you."

 

Aleric giggles. "I didn't mean it that way."

 

"Then how did you mean it?"

 

"I meant that there was something missing."

 

"And what was that?"

 

"You. Your love. Bedri was like a special vibrator. Using him was brilliant, but when he was switched off, there were no warm arms to sink into. I was depressed from when he left me until I saw you at the airport. Then, when I did see you, I felt terrible because I'd betrayed you, and when you talked about how nothing would make you do what I did, I felt filthy dirty and not worthy of you."

 

I hug Aleric closer. "As long as you love me, you're always worthy of me. Are you hungry?"

 

Aleric lifts his head and looks puzzled when he says, "I had an omelette and some bacon earlier, but I suppose I could eat something. Why do you ask?"

 

"Fancy a meal?"

 

"Where?"

 

"At the old vibrator's place."

 

Aleric chuckles. "We can't go there!"

 

"Why not? You do love me, don't you?"

 

"Yes. I've just told you that I do."

 

"Then what is there to fear? An ancient Turkish vibrator who knows a beautiful boy when he sees one? I might shoot him after he's served us our meal, but now you've told me everything, it's not because I'm afraid of him stealing you from me."

 

"Then why would you shoot him?"

 

"Because the coffee he served us last time wasn't very warm. I like my coffee hot. Ring your mother and tell her we're going to be late. She'll be wondering if you're okay."

 

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

 

Aleric.

I'm shaking with nerves when Gareth ushers me forcefully through the door and into the restaurant. It's almost midnight and the place is only half full, and most of the clientele who are left are drinking coffee and talking. Well, they are for a few seconds until they look at me and Gareth, and then the place goes quiet. Bedri walks out of the shadows from the back of the room, and I'm surprised at his demeanour. I expected him to be afraid, but he's bright and polite when he comes to us with a white cloth folded neatly over his arm and does his small bow. "Good evening gentlemen. I was expecting you a little earlier, and we close at midnight tonight. But it would be a shame to waste the table I've reserved for you." He waves an arm. "Table twelve... the same table as Master Aleric had last night?"

 

I expect Gareth to explode, but he doesn't. Instead, he ushers me into a seat and takes the next one to me. Then he fiddles in his pockets before asking Bedri, "Have you got any cigarettes? And bring us a bottle of white wine and some water. Good white! Oh, and to save you the bother, we'll have whatever my boy had to eat last night."

 

Now I am worried. The only time Gareth smokes is when he's angry, and I expect that when Bedri tells Gareth that smoking is not allowed in restaurants, he'll blow up like a bottle of pop. But Bedri doesn't do that, he simply gives another of his small bows and goes away. Within a minute he's back with a tray containing two glasses, a bottle of white wine, a bottle of water, an ice bowl full of ice, an ash tray, and a packet of twenty cigarettes and a box of matches. He places them on the table, picks up the glasses one at a time, and while holding them up to the dim light, polishes them with the white cloth until he's satisfied he can get them no cleaner. One he places in front of Gareth, and the other in front of me. By this time, Gareth has lit a cigarette and is staring at Bedri. I'm still shitting myself. Then Bedri asks, "Would you like me to pour the wine?" Gareth nods at him, so he pours a good measure into Gareth's glass, and a small measure into mine. Then he tops mine up with water and adds an ice cube.

 

Gareth smiles at him. "You know what my boy likes."

 

Bedri's eyes twinkle when he says, "Indeed I do, Sir, but the one thing your boy desires most, I can never give him." Again he does his small bow. "I am like the cur dog waiting for scraps to fall from his table. Sometimes, because he likes to play, he'll deliberately push a few crumbs from the table, and because he is a good boy at heart, he will then fondle my ears. I appreciate that, so I lick his feet clean for his master."

 

Gareth takes a drink from his glass and pulls on his cigarette. I'm surprised when he inhales like a habitual smoker, and then he blows the smoke out across the table. When he's emptied his lungs, he looks at Bedri again, and says, "Suppose his feet are already clean?"

 

Bedri chuckles. "A boy's feet are never clean, Sir. It is the way of boys. They are life's most beautiful and greatest mystery. Put them in a spotless environment and they will always get their feet dirty. The secret is to make sure the tongue of the cur dog has no diseases. Because the boy is fond of cur dogs, better it is that you make sure the cur dogs the boy spends his time with are both loyal and clean."

 

Gareth slants his head questioningly. "Cur dogs are loyal?"

 

Another small low bow. "Indeed they are, Sir. The cur dog is the most loyal of all the species. He would rather die than allow a hair on his master's head be harmed. But a cur dog is also a clever one. He's knows that what he desires most, he can never have."

 

"And what's that?" asks Gareth.

 

Bedri smiles. "In this particular case, Sir, his love. That belongs to another, and if you will permit me to say so, Sir, never has this cur dog seen one so beautiful; so spiritual; so complete."

 

I'm squirming in my pants at all this stuff, and I ask, "Can we have something to eat?"

 

Gareth puts his hand on mine and pins it to the table. "In a moment. I have one more question to ask. Then he stares right into Bedri's eyes, and asks, "How do you know that?"

 

Bedri stares back into Gareth's eyes. "I am certain of it. This cur dog has licked the feet of many boys and left them purring with delight, for there's nothing a boy likes better than to have his feet licked clean, but last night the cur dog went away with his tail between his legs because the boy was filled with tears and remorse that he had allowed anyone but the one he loves to lick his feet. That's why I have been making ready for your arrival. I knew after I had licked the boy's feet that he was too loyal not to tell the one who owns his heart. I will now prepare your food. Would you like a room after you've eaten?"

 

Gareth glares at Bedri. "No, we're going home after we've eaten."

 

Bedri's eyes are like twinkling stars when he looks into mine, and says, "It is best. There will be more tears tonight, but you will shed them for the right reasons. Let them flow. The more you shed, the better it will be for you. They will cleanse your whole body and spirit and you will have no need of a cur dog." Then he grins. "Well, not until you get your feet really dirty and there's no one around to lick them clean except the friendly cur dog that does have a clean tongue and knows his place." He winks. "You need to teach your master that he should not fear this cur dog. Fear. Fear kills. Fear kills love. Love. Love kills. Love kills fear. Understand that and accept it, and you will live happily ever after."

 

When he's gone, Gareth grips my hand tightly, and says, "I thought you said he was a vibrator."

 

I chuckle. "I meant a dog with a vibrating tongue."

 

Gareth stares with wide open eyes into mine. "Really! Is he that good?"

 

Tears of relief are flowing from the grin on my face when I say. "Yes. Better than you."

 

Thankfully, Gareth is still grinning when he says, "I'm not surprised. I'm fucking useless."

 

I link his arm, squeeze it tightly, and rest my head against his upper arm. "You are, but that's because you don't go around licking all the boy's feet you can find."

 

Gareth leans his head on mine. "No, but I have visited a few porn sites while I was away. It's surprising what you can do if you're really randy."

 

I chuckle. "And what would they be?"

 

Gareth also chuckles. "I was surprised how many boys like to be tied up when they get it."

 

"I'm not surprised. I would imagine it's nice to be tied up and powerless."

 

Gareth chuckles even more. "Not when you're hanging up by your balls and having it shoved into your mouth."    

 

**********

 

I can't stop giggling, but I am embarrassed for Bedri when everything Gareth wants, he catches Bedri's attention with a sharp whistle through his lips like a shepherd giving signals to his dog. Bedri, bless him, never loses the smile from his face, and he is the soul of discretion whenever he serves us. After a while, I stop being nervous and begin to feel the deep love I have for my Beautiful Man, and my head is often leaning on his upper arm while we talk. Quite often we can't eat for chuckling when I prompt him to tell me what he discovered when he was visiting porn sites. Then I ask him if he'll get in trouble by downloading such material. He kisses the top of my head, and says, "I didn't download anything. Some Japanese street seller did that."

 

I'm puzzled when I say, "I don't understand."

 

Gareth pushes the wine towards me. "I don't want any more of that crap. Anyway, I'm driving, so that one glass I've had is enough for me. I got a street seller to buy me a mobile phone and make sure it was in his name. I gave him some money and he came back with a phone all ready for the internet. It's at the bottom of Tokyo Bay now." He stares at me. "I hope you don't get visiting those places!"

 

I smirk at him. "I've no need to. I'm not useless, and I've got a cur dog to lick my feet clean if you're not here."

 

Gareth chuckles. Then he's serious again. Most of the clientele have gone by now, but there are a few odd couples left dotted about the room. He waves a hand to indicate he's referring to them. "Can I tell you what worries me most about what's happened?"

 

I can tell he's upset, so I link his arm and look into his eyes when I say, "Yes. Tell me."

 

He takes a deep breath and then shudders when he exhales. "Some of these folk are like Kurt. He's as randy as you, and he's not averse to seeking his pleasures elsewhere.  I don't want you to be like Kurt. It's the one thing that terrifies me. What's just happened hasn't made me jealous; it's put the fear of death into me. It's why I felt like killing Bedri when I found out. But it isn't Bedri's fault. It's you!" He fiddles with the cigarette packet in front of him. "I know I'm useless, and I'm always thinking of ways to satiate that amazing sexual appetite of yours, but at the moment with you only being fourteen, I've got no chance. I know that, so that's why I know why you had it off with Bedri last night. But I want you to promise me something, and I mean it! Apart from that stupid brother of yours, the cur dog with the vibrating tongue is the only person you'll ever use to clean your feet." Then he screws up the packet of cigarettes, throws them across the table, grabs the hair at the back of my head and swivels my head so he's staring into my face. "Promise me!"

 

Tears are rolling down my cheeks when I start to cry and mumble, "I promise I won't ever go with him again."

 

Gareth shakes my head roughly. "No! You heard what he said: Fear. Fear kills. Fear kills love. Love. Love kills. Love kills fear. I'm not frightened of him, but I am frightened that your crazy sex drive will land you in the arms of somebody who isn't fit to lick your feet; somebody with a dirty tongue who will fill you with disease and I'll be left alone in this world without the young man who is my whole life because I drove him to it because I was useless. It won't be your fault, it will be mine. It will be mine because I was too frightened to understand you, thinking only of what my feelings are and not yours. Despite what we mean to each other, we're two different people. That person who wrote the poem taught me a lot; especially that sometimes you have to accept the limitations that circumstances impose upon us. We have to make the best of it."

 

Because Gareth's words are so serious and deep, I've stopped crying, and I put my head to one side and stare into his beautiful eyes. "The person who wrote the poem must be a wise man."

 

Gareth humphs and shrugs his shoulders. "He is, but wisdom comes at a price. He's a good man, but being a good man doesn't mean you won't get hurt in this world. As a matter of fact, it's usually the good folk who get hurt the most, and that's because good folk care. Do you want to know the name of the house where he lives?"

 

"I'm intrigued."

 

"You'll go cold all over when I tell you, so be prepared. A-Dragon's-Dream. That's the name of his house up in the hills of the Iberian Peninsula."

 

I shudder and cling tightly to Gareth. "Oh, my God! This is unreal! Are we going to meet him?"

 

Gareth shakes his head. "No. It's not necessary to meet someone to be with them. Tell me; is part of him not in your heart now?"

 

"Yes. And do you know why he is?"

 

Gareth smiles. "Yes. Because part of the reason we've got through this shit is because of him." Then he chuckles. "Anyway, because he likes lizards, I wouldn't let you near him."

 

"Lizards?"

 

Gareth grins. "Yes... lizards. That's what he calls the thing between little boys' legs, and apart from that damned sexy brother of yours and old vibrating dog over there, nobody is getting his hands on my boy's lizard except me."

 

I chuckle. "Spoilsport. I'd love to visit A-Dragon's-Dream."

 

Gareth lifts my chin and kisses me softly on the lips. "There's no need to visit. You already are."

 

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Bedri Tabak.

Muhammad (PBUH) has indeed blessed me. Tonight has gone exactly how Muhammad (PBUH) planned this dance of love. Last night I was the instrument of sexual satisfaction, and tonight I have been the tool he has used to seal the most beautiful love I have ever known. Just being part of it is an honour to this unworthy cur dog... but I'm not complaining. The scraps from the table are uncommonly tasty and filling. And there will be more. Of that I'm sure. But a cur dog has other uses besides licking feet. A cur dog has many senses that most humans have lost through the fullness of time. I still have some of them. Bedri Tabak will not be alone in caring for their welfare. I felt and saw the spirit that is protecting these beautiful lovers when I was preparing their meal. It came upon me when I was adding spice: the deep red of chilli. Red is important to this saga. Especially the red that swirls like a desert storm and creates visions. When I was stirring in the red spices, I saw it. It was as real as real. It was the face of a tormented man of long ago, burning in flames the colour of the chilli, and beside it, suffering the same fate was a boy who looked exactly like the boy of my dreams: Aleric Hahn. But it was not him. Of that I am sure.

 

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Gareth.

Tears are flowing from Aleric's eyes and he's sobbing when he slips his underpants down and comes to the side of the bed, and because his penis is soft and hanging over his ballsac, I know he's not thinking about sex when he stops and looks at me, waiting for permission to join me. He has sinned, and he's very much aware of it. The beautiful body before me was caressed by other hands; other lips; other things last night, and I should be jealous. But I'm not. My boy was on loan last night to someone I have learned to trust. Bedri Tabak might be an old pervert, but he is a good man. Very much like my favourite real-life poet whose name shall not slip from my lips. I smile inwardly.

 

My little liar,

Cheat and swindler.

Thief and trickster.

Beautiful boy.

Soft, warm in my arms.

Languid and unholy.

All smiles and hisses.

All screams and soft moans.

All fight and surrender.

 

Never mine.

But me,

Always yours.

 

And I lift the duvet and welcome the soft, warm, amorphous body of the boy who I fell in love with the moment I first set eyes upon him, into my arms as he lies on top of me. Tears are cascading down as he hovers above me, looking into my eyes, and then he crushes his lips against mine, and when I taste the saltiness of our love and feel the shuddering of deep sobs emanating from within his heart, I am transported into a world from which there is no egress. Nor will I ever want there to be. 

 

To be continued...

 

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