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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

 

By John T. S. Teller.

 

Part 63.

 

Book two: Journey of the Coin.

 

The Spirit of Csaba Szolnoky.

I watch them leave the chapel and switch off the lights.

 

I've been with them all through this wonderful day. Aleric so reminds me of my beautiful László Nemeth. Their human brains are so similar that it's uncanny. If I didn't know otherwise, Aleric's brain could be a reincarnation of László's. His features certainly are.

 

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Since the day of The Burning I have pined for the beautiful spirit that was in László Nemeth. Ours was a love that that usually ends life-existences... a special love so strong and powerful that those who are blessed with this special love will roam for evermore in the Other Dimension, requiring nothing other than we are together as one enjoined spirit. But the spirit of László has not forgotten me, and he knows I'm around. He spoke to me in the chapel through The Painting, just after Aleric had thanked his God. It was beautiful. He told me that he still loves me. But he also asked my blessing because he has found a spirit within Gareth that he's also fallen in love with. He asked me to protect them both and offered the three gold rings for me to kiss as a sign of my blessing. He also offered up to me the locket of gold that contained the coin that has been our conduit throughout many years. Tears flowed from my eyes when he did that. I wanted to go to him as my real self as I am now, but I could not do that. It would have been beyond cruel to a boy so young and fragile, so I revealed myself in a familiar form to him... I presented as Raul Garcia Ramirez when I kissed those rings and the gold locket containing the coin. They have my blessing, and more than that, those three rings and that gold coin will be a conduit between all our spirits henceforth. Any one of them only has to be in close contact with their ring or the coin and I will be with them. I have told him so. But I did not tell him everything. I saw no need to do so and never will unless I am forced to do so to protect him.

 

I knew a long time ago that the spirit of Stanisław Jabłonowski would come back to avenge what I did to his earthly body after he destroyed us. Fight fire with fire. That's what I did. I am a spirit of The Dragon, as is Gareth's spirit. It was easy. I am an old spirit and I possess the power to move earthly objects. But unlike Jabłonowski's spirit, I am not so cruel as to destroy the life-existence of innocent spirits as he did with László's Life-Mother. So, after he destroyed our beautiful life existences, when he was sixty-four years old, in the year 1702, while he was intoxicated with too much wine and asleep, the night-candle I moved to ignite his bed put paid to him.

 

I am a wise spirit. I have had many existences to be so. That is why I know where the anger of the spirit of Stanisław Jabłonowski will be directed... at my weakest point... the spirit of László Nemeth, which is now in the life-existence of Aleric Hahn. I knew that a long time ago and that is why I have been the Guiding Spirit of the coin when I discovered my László's spirit was within it, and in recent times I have used many cryptic clues to forewarn Aleric and Gareth of the dangers around them, including taking the gold Byzantium coin and the bandages from the fingers of the body of the non-spiritual Norbert after he had passed over. Those I later placed on the table while Raul Garcia Ramirez was working on the most beautiful and meaningful work of art he had ever produced, and understanding the significance of the unexpected find, he placed it in the box where he kept small souvenirs of his past life. Then he swallowed part of Aleric's humanity. Or so he thought. What he actually swallowed was a minute part of László's spirit. Only then was he capable of completing the painting. Only then could he reveal the real spirit of László that can only be seen in the eyes of the body it possesses. He did it brilliantly, and even I am amazed at how accurate he has revealed it. I have looked at the painting often, and I shed tears each time I look at it.

 

Since I first had the forewarnings that the spirit of Stanisław Jabłonowski was about to return, I have influenced other life-existences besides Raul Garcia Ramirez. I also controlled Muhammad Tabak, and I am now controlling Bedri Tabak, two life-existences that are after my own ideals.

 

Poor Bedri Tabak has not been blessed with the perfect life-existence partner yet, but I have provided him with a sweetener before he seeks one in another existence. I have influenced my sweet László's spirit to affect this life-existence for him. And the spirit of Bedri Tabak is happy. That man makes me smile. He talks of crumbs from the table. I have given him that with affection from Aleric Hahn, and I have also not interfered with his naughtiness of recording on film the beautiful moments between Aleric and Gareth. But he has rewarded me for my leniency. The spirit of László was crying with joy at the delights the old man gave to him. In that regard, I have more than met my match at being able to satiate the wild, sexual spirit of a loved boy. But I have more work for Bedri Tabak. He owes me a favour.

 

And now I will leave these two beautiful life-existences to be happy on their own. But I will not be far away. I cannot leave them entirely. I have a duty of care to remain with them until the spirits of Aleric Hahn and Gareth Rhys-Jones become a love that that ends life-existences... a special love so strong and powerful that they will roam for evermore as one enjoined spirit. When I have achieved that, then I will, once again, attempt to attain that perfect state of spirituality. God forbid that I fail in my task. I have failed once. I must not do so again.

 

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Gunther.

I have my arm around Angharad's shoulder. She's snuggled into me as the waves are washing against the shore as we sit on a large stone, both of us saying nothing, but both deep in thought. Our silence is mainly because we've accepted what is happening to us... we've fallen foul of one of those crazy things they call a `whirlwind romance' where two people meet and both know they love each other completely, but we don't know how to progress what we have. I've probably got the most complicated part to work out. How on earth do I explain to her that my fourteen year old brother is in love with and living with a man of thirty-three? What sort of family would allow that? She'll think we're a family of leeches, prostituting Aleric to gain favour with Gareth to make our lives better... taking money and no end of other things from him just so he can fuck my brother. I know it isn't like that, but that's what it looks like. Any normal person would think that way. The only possible way is to leave Germany and come and live here and earn a living as a mechanic. I'm prepared to do that, but it will mean hurting those nearest and dearest to me when I do. Aleric will probably work out why I'm doing what I'm doing and take the hump and never speak to me again. Then Gottwin will do the same because those two are thicker than thieves. Mum and Dad would accept what I did, and, strangely, I'm sure Gareth would too.

 

Angharad seems to sense my mood, and she asks, "What are you thinking?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I was thinking about us. I'm having difficulty coming to grips with it. We've only known each other for a few hours and yet we're both so certain that we want to be together. I know I do. I fell in love with you the moment I looked into your eyes."

 

I feel Angharad snuggle closer to me. "It was the same for me. Don't you believe two people can fall in love at first sight?"

 

The irony of Angharad's word hit home to me. I know two people can fall in love at first sight. It happened between my bloody brother and Gareth! But I can't tell her that. So, instead, I say, "Yes, I know people who have."

 

"And are they still in love?"

 

"Oh yes! They're still in love. Nothing will ever break their love."

 

"Are you referring to Gareth and Aleric?"

 

I'm stunned. I look at her. "Gareth and Aleric?"

 

She sets me with a firm stare. "Don't tell me you're not aware of it?"

 

"How did you know?"

 

She reverses our positions and hugs me. "So that's what you were thinking about. I knew something deep was going on in your silly head. You think that because you've got a fourteen year old brother who is madly in love with a man of thirty-three, that I would reject you if I found out. Am I right?"

 

"Yes. Most girls would."

 

Angharad lifts my head and kisses me. "But I'm not most girls. I'm Angharad Williams, the woman who's fallen in love with you, and you're a very silly German young man who thinks the world is full of silly, self-righteous, moralistic girls where everything is black and white." She strokes the side of my face. "I'm not one of those, Gunther. I feel sorry for people like that. Just think of the consequences of being like that. For a start, if I was like them I would be throwing away a life with the man I've fallen in love with. That would be a terrible crime and I'd spend the rest of my life knowing I'd made a terrible mistake. There's only one question I have for you Gunther... are you sure you love me?"

 

I stare into her beautiful brown eyes that stole my soul the moment I looked into them, and there's no ambiguity in my words when I tell her, "As sure as Aleric was when he fell in love with Gareth, and as sure as Gareth was when he fell in love with Aleric. I know how much they love each other, so I can't be more sure than that."

 

Angharad hugs me tightly. "Then I can put my plans into action."

 

"And what are those?" I ask.

 

She laughs. "When you took me home last night, I couldn't go to sleep. I was making plans. I want to come to Germany to live with you."

 

"When?"

 

 "Whenever we can arrange it."

 

"And in the meantime?"

 

"We try to see each other as often as we can. It's about time I got a proper job instead of helping Mum with Dad's paperwork. I haven't had one since I left University. But it won't be easy. There's very little work around here."

 

"And I could fly here at weekends until we've sorted things. I could stay at the house Gareth has bought."

 

"Would he let you do that?"

 

"Yes. Why wouldn't he? And when you come over we could stay at the house he has opposite where Mum and Dad live. I wouldn't want us to be stopping with Mum and Dad."

 

"And why's that?"

 

I chuckle. "Dad's a bit funny about that sort of stuff. Even now Aleric has to sort of sneak down to Gareth when he's having a stayover. That also applies to Gottwin's girlfriend, Lydia. She has to have her own room."

 

"And does Gottwin sneak down to her?"

 

Again I chuckle. "Of course! He's a Hahn."

 

Angharad chuckles. "Meaning he has crazy sex drive like someone else I know."

 

I grin at her. "Pot calling the kettle black? You don't do so bad! The Welsh water must contain the same minerals as our German water. I'll have to open a fresh batch of condoms tomorrow."

 

Another deep chuckle from Angharad. And then she says, "Just as a matter of curiosity, how come you had some condoms handy?"

 

I chuckle. "I always carry some with me. You never know when you're going to get lucky."

 

Angharad chuckles. "And how many times did you get lucky before you met me?"

 

"None of your business girl. Now it's your business, but not then, just as it's not my business how many times you got lucky before you met me. And don't tell me you didn't."

 

"University, Boyo. You learn more than a degree at Uni."

 

"That's fine. But I have to tell you that we Hahn's are very Lutheran when we choose a life-partner."

 

Angharad hugs me. "Just what I wanted to hear, Boyo. You've just added the icing on the cake for me. I'm the same. Fun's fun, but then comes the real thing, and you never ruin that by wandering to pastures new. Now tell me about the Gareth and Aleric affair. How did that come about?"

 

"Aleric was in a boys' choir that was performing in Berlin. Gareth had a front row seat. They looked into each other's eyes and that was that. Gareth, aided and abetted by his cunning mate Kurt did the scheming so they could be together, but it was Aleric who was driving the agenda. He's the boss really in what they are. Occasionally, because of work, Gareth has to do some things that Aleric doesn't like, and then they have a blazing row. Sometimes Aleric doesn't speak to him for a couple of days. But he goes crawling back when Gareth is firm with him."

 

"And what's Gareth really like?"   

 

"He's a wonderful person. He has so much money he doesn't know what to do with it. But the strange thing about him is that he hardly ever uses his money for his own personal comforts like some billionaires do. He doesn't buy big houses all over the world. I know he's bought the one we're staying in now, but he didn't buy it for himself... he bought it for Aleric. He bought the house Mum and Dad live in, but he did it for them and not himself. That's what I was worried about when I was thinking earlier. I thought you might think we've prostituted Aleric to gain favour. It isn't like that. Mum and Dad would never do that. They'd have stayed in the north and lived as they were before they'd do that. I wouldn't have let that happen, and Aleric would never do that anyway. Gareth is just crazy. He's turned our lives upside down like whirlwind in just eight months. We were just a poor family in the north with a father with a broken back. Eight months later and Dad's on his feet and we're living in a big posh house by the Wannsee. And he's bought a house and chapel here just so Aleric could have his own way and be married to him."

 

Angharad's eyes are wide when she asks, "When's the wedding?"

 

"It was today. They've already done it."

 

She laughs. "That Gareth doesn't waste any time!"

 

I chuckle. "It wasn't Gareth's doing. It was that daft brother of mine who sorted it all. He even arranged the ceremony and did it all himself."

 

Angharad is astonished. "And what was it like?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know how to describe it. You've got to know Aleric to understand it. Let's put it this way. I haven't cried for years, ever since Dad broke his back, but I couldn't stop my tears when it was going on."

 

"That must have been nice. I enjoyed watching him and Gareth last night. The love in his eyes for Gareth was amazing, and he's got beautiful eyes, just like you. And you've got your father's eyes."

 

"You don't miss much, do you?"

 

"No I don't. I've been to lots of dinners with friends, but I've never been with such a happy group of people as I was last night. Nor have I been with such a mixed bunch. I was blown away by you all. There was two homosexuals who've adopted a small boy; a homosexual aged thirty-three who's in love with a homosexual boy of fourteen and the boy is in love with him, and that boy is one of the most beautiful pair of identical twins I've ever seen; a mum and dad who adore their three children and were completely at ease with everything, and last but not least, I met the most handsome young man who I fell for the moment he looked into my eyes."

 

I laugh. "You're not very observant."

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"The boy the two homosexuals have adopted... he's also gay and he went to the wedding in a dress today."

 

Angharad bursts out laughing and hugs me until she stops. Then she says, "Oh, my goodness, whatever am I getting myself into?"

 

I chuckle. "I'm not sure you could cope with us all. It gets really crazy at times. Are you sure you want to be associated with me?"

 

She kisses me on the lips. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, but I have a couple of rules to set in place. Do you want to hear what they are?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Right... number one rule. You and I make our own way in the world. You carry on working and I'll try and get a job somewhere. I don't mind Gareth helping us out to get started, but once we're on our feet then it's just you and me. I don't mean in a cutting us off from your family and friends way, just that I don't want Gareth's money involved in what we are."

 

"Why's that?"

 

"It's important to me. I don't want the slightest whiff that I'm getting involved with you because you have a close relationship with someone as rich as Gareth is. I don't mean we'll be completely cutting him out of our lives. He can help us out as family does. But that's it. We'll both work hard and buy our own house. Then we'll have a family, but they'll be a normal family with a normal mum and dad that have worked for everything they have. That's if you want children?"

 

I grin at her. "I'd love our own children, just as long as we don't have identical twins like my brothers. They're murder at times."

 

She giggles. "All kids are murder at times. That's part of the price you have to pay to have them. Ask your Mum and Dad about that."

 

"Any more rules?"

 

"Yes. I love my Mum and Dad. I want to see them as often as possible. And my sisters."

 

"No problem. They can visit us as often as they want, and we'll take holidays here. We can stay at Gareth's house here unless that comes under your rule of not accepting any of Gareth's wealth?"

 

She grins. "No. We'll make the odd exception. That will be fine. Will Gareth let us do that?"

 

"Of course! I've got an idea, but I hardly dare put it to you. You speak English and German fluently. You've taken business studies for your degree, so, to start you on the employment ladder, I could ask Gareth to give you a job in his offices."

 

Angharad thinks about what I've said for a moment, and then she says, "No. I'll be the one asking Gareth, not you. Is that alright with you?"

 

"It's fine with me. Any more rules?"

 

Just one. "It's a ladies problem. When I'm on my period I'm really grumpy. Mum and Dad say I should go and be a hermit when I am. Promise me you'll give me some slack that week."

 

"And the other three weeks?"

 

She giggles. "That's another problem. You've seen tonight what I'm like when I'm with you. You'll have to keep it up for three weeks."

 

I laugh. "No problem. There's something I haven't told you! We Hahns are renowned for our libido. Gareth has to go away for a week for a rest to get away from Aleric."

 

Again Angharad's eyes are wide when she looks at me. "Really! The little bugger!"

 

"Tell me about it. Gottwin is just as bad. Since we've been in Berlin, he's had girls on every street corner until he met the steady girlfriend he's going with now. And when Lydia stays with us, as I told you, he's soon sneaking down to her bedroom."

 

Angharad giggles. "I think I'm going to enjoy being with your crazy lot. Who do you think will be my confidante? We girls all need a confidante."

 

"Mum, and then Aleric. He's going to adore you."

 

"Because he's the feminine one of the two?"

 

"Trust me... don't even go there. He gave Gareth an almighty telling off when Gareth was teasing him today. Gareth said Aleric was going to be his wife. Aleric went crazy and did his pointing finger thing. You know Aleric is angry when he does that."

 

"What did Gareth say?"

 

"He just laughed and raised his glass to him. We're used to them. They love each other like crazy, but they've had some mad wars at times. Mum says they're both as crazy as one another."

 

"What did your parents say when they found out about Aleric and Gareth?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "Mum found out first. Dad later. I suspected something was going on between them, but I'm not very bright that way. Then we three talked about it and decided there wasn't much that could be done about it. You have to understand Aleric before you can work that out."

 

Angharad laughs. "Sounds fun. I think I'm going to like Aleric. So when will we tell everyone what we're going to do."

 

I think about things. "Why don't we give it until later in the week?" I chuckle. "Say Thursday. We'll have known each other for six days then. That's better than telling them tomorrow. Gareth is ordering another hire car for me, so how about we make each other's families get used to us being together until then? We can spend our days with either or both of them, and we'll have our evenings to ourselves. That's if you aren't about to get the grumps?"

 

Angharad kisses me on the cheek. "You're lucky, Boyo. That ended last week. Saturday was your lucky day. Just one other thing. Aren't Gareth and Aleric afraid that the law will put paid to what they have? He's only fourteen."

 

I shake my head. "Our age of consent is different to yours. It's sixteen here, isn't it?"

 

"Yes. But our law will be down on Gareth like a ton of bricks if they find out anything has been going on between them. Our law about these things has no boundaries. No matter where you are in the world our law is enforced. They could be at it in China and Gareth would still be prosecuted if Aleric was under sixteen when they found out."

 

I smile. "But they won't. Those two are too clever for that. You won't find them doing anything really untoward in public. They don't do it back home. Our age of consent is fourteen. In a case like Gareth's and Aleric's, providing the parents of the younger person give their consent for it to happen, then they're not breaking the law. That doesn't mean Gareth wouldn't get some shit if it came out what they're doing, but they don't advertise what they are. I know they flirt with one another in public... well that crazy brother of mine does... but they never cross the line between flirting and doing things in public. But that's another thing. I want you to promise me that you won't discuss their relationship with anybody, either here or when you come to live in Germany. It will be okay in about another ten years, and then they'll probably out themselves and not bother then."

 

"And you think it will last that long?"

 

"Uhuh. I'm certain of it. You'll understand more when you get to know them both."

 

"So it's not the case of a man being attracted to boys."

 

I chuckle. "I can't say that. Gareth is a man and he's attracted to a boy. But those two will be together when Aleric has a beard, if he does grow one. At the moment he's only got bum-fluff, and not even enough of it that a cat can't lick it off."

 

 Angharad pulls my arm around her shoulders and we come together, chuckling. I look out at the sea and the star filled sky, and once again in my life I wonder why us Hahns have been blessed with such wonderful people in our lives. Mum and Dad are right... it's God's will.

 

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Herr Biermaier.

Evil does as evil is. That describes Pieter Brucher perfectly. I knew he was into S&M, but this man is something else. He's a monster. I know I'm a bastard when my sexual juices are flowing, but compared to him I've got a halo around my head. 

 

Adolph Breitling. He's just fourteen years old and he's a sweet boy. He's into S&M too, but this is all too much for him. His face is puffed and his eyes are black from the pain and stress he's suffered at the hands of my supposed friend, Brucher.

 

Pieter is drunk again. When is he ever not so? Well, various stages of inebriation. He's really drunk now and that's because he's been celebrating his latest episode with Adolph. I could hear the screams from the lounge where I've been sitting with Raul Ramirez. Poor Raul. He's shaking in my arms. That's because Pieter keeps looking at him. Before Pieter arrived, Raul and I shared a bit of S&M, but he was always free to stop it at any time. And we only did things he was prepared to do for a few extra Euros.

 

I want to call Adolph over to me on the sofa and comfort him, but I daren't do that. Pieter Brucher has too much information on me for me not to do as he says. But I have managed to keep Raul out of his clutches up to yet. I think had Raul been a couple of years older then I would have failed to do that. Pieter likes his victims to be a bit older than Raul.

 

I'm going to have to leave this place, but I'll have to be clever when I do. I'm already working on it. I've told Pieter that there's a vacancy for a choirmaster in Seville. I humoured him when he was semi-drunk and said that I needed a real blush of boys to satisfy my desires. I even winked at him and told him I would send him a nice juicy fifteen year old to him if I could find one that was into S&M. I need to humour him. He knows too much about me.

 

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I'm wishing now that I'd kept my big mouth shut. During a couple of our drunken episodes, I've told him the finer details of what went on in Germany. He knows about that bastard fairy who's stolen my gorgeous little Hansie, and about Rhys-Jones who is fucking Aleric. He still has influence in Germany. He said he's going to sort The Fairy out and then make Rhys-Jones's life hell for him. He said that by the time he's finished with the Welshman, he won't be able to show his face in public when the world finds out that he's a paedophile who's been shagging an innocent choirboy.

 

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I take Raul to the gate to see him off. I never normally do this, and he did look at me strangely when I said I would. When we get to the gate, I pull him into my arms and tell him, "I don't want you to come here again. I'll be leaving here soon to take a job in Seville. Keep away from here... do you hear me?!"

 

He nods. "But what about Adolph?"

 

I shrug my shoulders. "Don't get involved. Just go away and keep away! Do you understand me?! And make sure you tell Carlos to do the same! I don't want either of you to come here again!"

 

Raul goes to walk away, and then he comes back to me and gives me a hug. I'm moved by what he's done. It tells me something. I know boys, and they don't give hugs to old men unless the boys think they deserve them. I've had hugs before. They only come from the boys who've enjoyed what we've done. It's the end of an era for them.

 

And then he walks away, but again he stops. He looks at me. "Take care of yourself. Get away from that monster."

 

I nod at him, and he walks away into the darkness. I'm sad. I'll never see him again. But at least I've got lots of photos and films of him. He'll be in my bed in thought if not in body. Have a good life Raul.

 

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Gareth.

Aleric is asleep in my arms. I would be too if he hadn't given me orders not to drink too much. He intended that his proper wedding night would not be ruined by drink or tiredness as was his pretend one. So we made special love when we retired to our room after the celebrations, which have been one of the most fun-filled times we've all spent together. At one point, when I was filling our glasses at the drinks bar, I looked at them all enjoying themselves. The three boys were doing their own thing on the sofa, playing on the games console, and Ralf and Gretel and Kurt and Heindrich were sitting at the other end of the room at the large circular table, all getting along fine... laughing and joking and enjoying themselves. The room was echoing to the warmth and bonhomie of mutual, friendly togetherness, and all because I went to a theatre and met the boy who stole my heart.  So is Aleric right? Is there this omnipotent God that he believes in? I'm still an agnostic, but I'm wavering on the side that maybe there is something in it. I now believe that spirits exist, and if anyone had told me they did less than a year ago then I would have wagered everything I have that they were wrong. And I would have laughed in their faces while I was putting my money down.

 

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I can't stop thinking about what happened at the ceremony, and later when he said he was talking to our Guardian Spirit, and then he seemed to speak with certainty when he was able to say that the one inside him is a different entity. It's not the first time he's spoken in the plural about them. It was the night after he'd been to see Bedri and I caught him out lying about him having sex with the old cur dog. We were talking about the painting and the spirit and how it might be affecting us. He said, They don't bother me anymore. They won't harm us. What's going on? Does Aleric know more than me? It's all so strange! I just don't know what to make of it. But what's worrying me the most is that Aleric might not be able to handle things if they get spiritually out of hand. I've dealt with some things in my life, but this lot is beyond my ability to control. Yes, that's what's worrying me... I'm not in control, and where my boy is concerned, in my book that's a sickening thought. 

 

But at least they haven't been in our bed tonight. What I got was all Aleric. At his sexy best! He's a clever little sod. He thinks I haven't worked him out yet, but I have. The first thing he did was to suck me off. He made me lie on my back and got between my legs and began to maul my cock... licking and sucking it and loving it until I ejaculated. I thought he might let it spurt over his face as he sometimes does when he's lost in his perversions, but he didn't do that. He couldn't take all of what I produced, but he got most of it down him, and when he came up and sat on my chest, waggling his cock at my face, he burped and giggled. And then he made me laugh when he said, "7up tastes better with a drop of your semen to go with it."

 

But he'd achieved what he wanted...to take away my most urgent needs. That was important to him. So after I'd sucked him off, he lay on his back with his ankles on his shoulders while I pleasured his insides, first with my tongue, and then at least a half hour of slow, beautiful fucking that brought him to two more climaxes, aided and abetted by his own fingers stimulating the nerves of his swollen glans. Only then did he allow me to satiate my own desires that he'd worked me up to, and he did that by going onto his knees in the doggy fashion and insisted, "Give it to me really hard! Pretend that I'm Cody and I've been teasing you all day and you're angry with me." But I couldn't do that... not on our `wedding night'. I didn't need fantasies after the day I'd had, so I gave him exactly what he sometimes likes doing and pounded him into sexual submission.

 

When it was over and we were doing our loving stuff, he asked me, "Did you enjoy fucking Cody?" I decided to tease him and told him that I wasn't thinking of Cody and that I was thinking about Yokiko. He giggled and giggled and called me a liar. Then he said, "I always know when you're fucking Cody."

 

"How do you know?" I asked.

 

He kissed me on the lips and said, "Because of how hard you do it. He's older than me and Yokiko and you think you can fuck him harder because he is. You don't like hurting us little boys. Then he grinned and said, "I can't wait until I'm older. I reckon you'll be really brutal to me."

 

I grinned back at him and called him a tart. That sent him into a paroxysm of laughter, and that was because he thought he knew he was right, and also because he knows the word tart is my way of saying that I love him.

 

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I'm cursing the slow internet speed here. I shouldn't be doing this on our wedding night, but I can never separate work and my social life. I deal with a load of mundane but important stuff, and I'm just about to close down when I think about something else, and using a Panama VPN, I access one of my encrypted Email accounts. There's a mail waiting for me.  

 

Ref B. Velilla de San Esteban. C. 41° 36' 0" N, 3° 18' 0" W. B is there. Staying in a house belonging to Pieter Brucher. Brucher is now in Velilla de San Esteban together with a 14 year old boy, Adolph Breitling.

 

Brucher. Unmarried. German National. Retired. Former middle-ranking employee of Bundesnachrichtendienst. Permanent residence Rosenheim, Bavaria. Record clean but three arrests. 1) Accused of sodomy with a 14 year old boy in Venezuela. No case to answer. 2) Accused of rape and sodomy with a 15 year old boy in Mexico. No case to answer. 3) Accused of sodomy and grievous harm to a minor (again with a 14 year old boy) in Bangkok. No case to answer. Conclusion: Brucher is a sadist paedophile with connections. Await further instructions.

 

I close the laptop down and pour myself a large Bourbon.

 

The plot thickens. I now know who helped Biermaier out of the country, and the information is not good.

 

I'm in Biermaier's shoes now. He will not have been pleased to have been found out even though, relatively, he's got off light for his crimes. But he won't be looking at it that way. Kurt was the one who dealt with him and he'll not have forgotten it. His friend is a former member of the Bundesnachrichtendienst, the German Federal Intelligence Service, which has many tentacles. He will have contacts. Biermaier will have told him exactly what went on. They may even be plotting to harm Kurt even now. I may be involved in some way. Biermaier knows who his executioner is going to be if there are repercussions. Kurt told me that much. But more than that, if Brucher has decent contacts then they'll soon find out about me and Aleric. I don't need to be in the fucking secret service to know what's going on. Who was it who took Aleric to the concert in S******** just before last Christmas? Me. I saw the look of surprise in Biermaier's face when he saw me. And as for that cock and bull story I told him about how we met, even a ten year old would see through it if they knew all the circumstances that had happened before. He won't have forgotten who took Aleric for a drive in his car, neither will he have missed out that the best presents from Kurt's shop went to Aleric and Hansie. He'll work out that I'm just as much to blame for his demise as Kurt is.

 

But what to do? I need another bourbon.

 

I look at my watch... 3.07 am. Another Bourbon. I'm almost in tears and I'm fucking angry! Come on Rhys-Fucking-Jones! Think... think... think! Okay, let's take it one step at a time. Will things happen right now? Probably not, but I can't bank on it. Han Chu Li is half the world away. He'll do the job for me, but that will take time. Probably a week. Perhaps even longer if the Visa people drag their feet. Then he's got to get to Velilla de San Esteban. He'll need whatever fucking weapons he'll need to do the job. Yes, it will take a longer than a week. I could be in Velilla de San Esteban myself in less than twenty-four hours if I pull my finger out. I'd kill the pair of the bastards. No problem, but I'm not a professional killer. They'd have me behind bars in no time. That would be the end of everything, but at least Aleric and Kurt would be okay. Well, at least they'd be safe from harm. With a good team of lawyers and the awful mitigating circumstances we could bring up about the bastards, I'd probably get a few years in jail and not a life-sentence.

 

But there might be another way, and the thought of it is making me tingle all over just thinking about it. But I'm desperate.

 

I look at the gold ring on my finger. This is one of the rings that Aleric offered up to The Painting. What was it he said about our Guiding Spirit? He was so sure of himself when he said it. It's our Guiding Spirit. Don't be afraid of it and listen to what it tells you. Promise me you will. It will keep us safe. Then he laughed and added, Pretend there's a genie in our rings. Just kiss your ring, and hey-presto... your wish will come true just like in the fairy stories.

 

I take an extra large slug of Bourbon so I don't feel so bloody stupid, and whisper. "Okay, Genie-in-The-Ring, or whatever you are... I'm desperate. I need your help. Not for me, but for the boy you seem to love as much as I do." And then I tell Him/It everything. When I've finished that, I say to Him/It... "But I don't have time to mess about. I need a sign... no, two signs... no, three signs that you've got the message. If you are real then you'll know why that is. I'm a natural born sceptic and I need proof of things. If you've been around today then you'll have seen the heated discussion between me and Aleric about his God. Well, that's what I'm like." I look at my watch. 3.12 am. "Twenty-four hours. That's all I can wait. If I haven't had the three signs in twenty-four hours then I'll soon be doing a spell in jail. And as you know, that won't do the boy you seem to love much good, will it? I'm not saying anything else. I feel like a bloody idiot now! Twenty-four hours! Thanks. I'm going to bed now and hold our boy until I go to sleep. I love him more than life itself. If you need something from me to save him and my friends, you can take my life in exchange for their well-being. I can't spell it out more strongly than that!"    

 

To be continued...

 

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