Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2022 21:40:37 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 126a

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First, we called in and saw Dima and his mother. Both were distraught, I
don't know how Forts held it together as Theodora's mother thanked him for
everything he had done.

Next, we both went to kiss Draco goodnight. Then Forts insisted his cot was
moved into our room against everyone's advice and pleas, that we needed to
rest. The cot was moved. Marcus made up Theodora's bed and Maureen moved
into it for the night.

Neither Forts nor I slept, I think we were both in shock and stunned by the
sudden change in events, joy followed by tragedy. The new day would bring
the reality of the situation home hard.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 126a – A time for reflection

Marcus takes up the story

I didn't knock like I usually do. If by any chance Forts and Davy had
managed to get to sleep, I didn't want to rob them of it. From a quick
glance at the bed, I could see Davy asleep. Where was Forts? The room was
pretty dark due to its heavy blackout curtains. I knew Draco's cot was now
over near the window. I would have to tread carefully; I didn't want to
clatter in to that carrying the morning tea tray. I stood, letting my eyes
get more accustomed to the reduced lighting. Maybe Forts was in the
ensuite? I listened but couldn't hear any movement.

As my eyes began to be able to pick out the various bits of furniture, I
moved slowly forward. I stopped next to the cot and peered in, nearly
dropping the tray when I saw it was empty. I was about to awaken Davy when
I heard a gentle rumble of someone nearby breathing. I walked towards the
sound and found Forts asleep in one of the armchairs. He was cradling Draco
in his arms. The little mite was lying on his chest, fast asleep too, a
comforting blanket pulled up covering them both.

I placed down the tray on the small table, trying to decide if I should
wake Forts or let him sleep too. The decision was made for me when Draco
began to move about. I reached down and gently lifted him up off Forts and
took him in my arms, worried in case Draco woke Forts and frightened in
case he fell off his dad's chest. Alas, I obviously don't have the
touch. Draco chose that moment to start exercising his lungs.

Fort's eyes shot open, his hands clasping to his chest, then realising
Draco wasn't there, he panicked, and in that moment between sleep and being
fully awake, his eyes darted round, anxious to see where Draco was. The
next ear-splitting bellow had Forts on his feet.

"Fort's it's okay. I have him."

"Oh, thank God. I thought I had dropped him." Forts leant forward,
breathing heavily, "Hi little fella."

The noise of the cries seemed to go up a couple of decibels, "Forts, maybe
you had better take him."

Forts smiled and cooed to Draco as he took him from me. "Did that nasty man
give you a little fright?" The crying continued.

I looked at Forts with mock outrage, "That nasty man was trying to stop him
waking you." I leant into the bellowing Draco, "It doesn't look like that
big galloupe, is doing any better, does it Draco?" I tried playing
peek-a-boo with him; Draco that is not Forts.

"Can I help?" Davy yawned as he appeared next to us in his dressing
gown. "I imagine he is hungry." Davy held out his arms to take him.  "Here,
let me take him through to Maureen."

Forts looked at him questioningly. Davy nodded, "With Theodora in hospital,
Maureen..." His voice failed him. "Forts, Maureen has been feeding Draco
since Theodora went into the hospital. I am sorry I never got round to
letting you know. Theodora fed him herself for the first week... She was
really pleased when Maureen offered to help..." Davy glanced at the floor,
a tear rolled down his cheek. "I should have told you, sorry. But we all
had other things to worry about." He quickly wiped his eyes.

Forts stroked Draco's cheek. "Okay. That is really kind of her." He
swallowed, trying to hold back his tears, which suddenly and unexpectedly
surged to the surface. He turned away, dropping the blanket that was
covering his naked body behind him. His voice was breaking, as he began to
walk towards the ensuite, "I had better have a shower and get
dressed. There is a lot to arrange."

Davy stood next to me as he watched Forts go into the ensuite. "Marcus, can
you stay with him?"

Davy's eyes filled with tears. He bit his lip and forced himself to smile
down at the still gurning Draco. "Come on you. Let's go and wake up Aunty
Maureen."


**

Davy continues the story

I was sitting with Maureen in the sitting room. She was busy feeding Draco
while I entertained little Aaran. There were only six months between them,
yet Aaran was so much more interested in the world around him. I sat
looking into his eyes, my mind racing, repeating over and over in my head,
'You and Draco are going to be the best of friends'.

"Hello again, good morning Maureen."

Maureen glanced up smiling, "Good morning Forts."

Forts came into the room; he was dressed in one of his tunics and smart
trousers.

Marcus slid past him and headed towards his rooms. "I will bring a fresh
pot of teas."

Forts nodded and glanced round the room. Not that he really needed to, the
room wasn't that big. "Any sign of Dima, yet?"

I shook my head, "No, nothing."

Forts sighed, "Davy, do you think you could come with me? We had better
check that they are okay."

"Forts, can it wait? I am minding Aaran while Draco gets fed."

Forts, just called out, "Marcus!"

Marcus came out of this room, "You called?"

"Err, yes, can you take hold of Aaran for just a minute? I kinda need
Davy's help."

Marcus smiled, "Of course."

*

Forts knocked gently on Dima's door. It was opened by Robert; he had been
crying.

"Can we come in?"

"Certainly Forts, hello Davy."

As Forts walked into the room, I gave Robert a hug. He looked like he
needed one. Forts walked over to the armchairs. Dima was staring out the
window. Robert and I watched Forts approach him. Forts' voice was barely
audible, "Dima."

Dima turned to face him, his face tear stained. He took one look at Forts,
who held his arms out to him. Dima just began to sob and wrapped his arms
round Forts. I glanced at Robert, "Shall we give them some time to talk?"

Robert nodded, his eyes lost, "Maybe we can talk too."

I nodded and took his hand. "Forts, Robert and I are going for a walk. Will
you two be okay?"

Forts turned to face me, still hugging Dima. Fort's face was streaked with
tears now, too. He nodded, "Yes, we will be fine. Dima and I need to talk,
anyway."

Robert and I left, quietly closing the door behind us. Robert hugged me
again in the corridor. "Oh Davy, I am so worried about him. He just keeps
breaking down."

I nodded, "So does Forts. Come on, it's a lovely day outside, shall we take
Draco for a walk in the pram? We can talk then."

Maureen had finished feeding Draco. I think she was getting tired too.

"Maureen, why don't you go and have a lie down? Robert and I will take care
of Aaran and Draco. The pram is big enough to put them side by side."

"Well, if you wouldn't mind. I am tired."

*

A few minutes later, Robert and I were out in the sunshine. Draco and Aaran
lay sleeping side by side. Robert smiled down at them, "I hope they will be
there for each other as they grow up. Both are going to have pretty unusual
challenges to face."

"You're not wrong. One a Laird and one a Prince."

Robert chuckled.

"Hello, chaps."

"Oh, hello McPhee."

McPhee had obviously been down at the horses. He looked sad too, not his
usual jovial self.

"How are you both? And Forts and Dima?"

"Coping, just about." There was no point in lying. I felt Robert glance at
me, "How's Con?"

McPhee's face tensed as he struggled not to cry, "Not good, he keeps
blaming himself."

"No one is thinking that. He did everything he could."

Chris nodded sadly. "He just doesn't believe it himself..."

"Chris, we are just going for a walk. Do you want to come?"

"Thanks, but I had better make sure Con is okay. He said he wasn't going to
work today."

"Okay, well, if we can help at all, let us know and give him our love."

"I will. Thank you."

McPhee disappeared back inside the Castle. Robert sighed, "This is really
hitting everyone hard." He shook his head, "I still can't believe it
myself. It's just so unfair."

I nodded, "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, well, you know this is all new to me. My relationship with Dima, that
is."

"Yes. Go on."

"It's a bit embarrassing, really."

"Rob, you know, you are talking to the unshockable Davy... go for it."


**

Robert Meisner continues the story

I had to tell Davy how difficult this was for me. Up until a few weeks ago,
I hadn't even had a boyfriend, now I was in a relationship and actually
having amazing sex. But I had to speak to someone.

When Dima had returned last night, I could barely get him to speak. Word of
Theodora's death had already been brought to me by Athol. No matter what I
tried, Dima seemed distant. Eventually, I couldn't think of anything else
to do, so I went to bed. I had laid in bed, listening to him sobbing in one
of the chairs. It broke my heart hearing him so distraught.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep, not that I remember. I woke,
feeling the bed moving, it was Dima getting into bed. Without a word, he
reached for me and rolled me on to my back. He swung one of his legs over
mine and then began to forcibly kiss me. He still hadn't said a word. He
used his knees to force my legs apart. I could feel his hard cock pushing
against me. He pulled my nightshirt off over my head. His hands grabbed the
side of my face and, almost brutally, he forced his lips hard against mine,
driving his tongue into my mouth. There was nothing loving about it, just
raw need on his part. I wasn't sure what to do; he had never been like
this.

He still hadn't spoken. He pulled back and flipped me over onto my
front. He clambered over me again, his knees forcing my legs apart; still
not a word. I heard him cough up some phlegm and then felt it smeared on to
my hole. Next, his cockhead pushed between my arse cheeks. He gripped his
cock and guided by his hand. I went to turn round, he obviously felt me
move. His other hand pushed against my back and forced me down into the
mattress. His bellend jabbed and then pushed into me.

I tried to wriggle away, pleading, "Dima, please, you're hurting me." He
didn't answer. I was now fighting to get away from him. He just held me
down and thrust harder into me. "Dima, stop! I don't like this." He seemed
to freeze and stopped, then burst into tears, collapsing on to my back,
sobbing. He rolled off me and turned away, the bed shaking with his sobs,
his voice breaking as he said, sorry. I moved up, spooning myself behind
him, wrapping him in my arms.

"I am sorry Robert, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

I hugged him and nuzzled into his neck, "It's okay. It's okay." I kissed
his neck, "Dima, turn round. I love you. I just don't know what to say."

He turned to face me, I could feel his tears, "I just can't believe she is
gone."

I kissed him again and moved myself on top of him. Sitting astride him, I
leant forward and kissed him again. This time it was me pushing my tongue
into his mouth. His arms wrapped round me and pulled me tightly to him as
he began to respond to me. Our passion over took reason, turning into
unbridled lust and need, both of us needing each other. I reached back and
felt his cock was still hard. I reached for the bedside cabinet and grabbed
some of the lube Harding had got us. I smeared it on to his shaft and
bellend, then raised my arse and positioned his cock at my hole. I sank
down on to him. Feeling every vein and bump of his fat cock as I descended
down to the base of his shaft.

"Kiss me," he hissed.

I leant forward as his hands guided me back down across his chest. Holding
me tightly once more, he thrust his hips upwards, burying his cock deep
inside me. Our kisses became wild and frantic, his thrusts likewise only
matched by my pushing myself back to meet them. He flipped me over once
more and carried on thrusting into me; our bodies one.

I could feel him thrusting faster and faster, his breathing and moans
coming in gasps. With a final deep thrust, he barked, "I love you."

I felt his cock spasm inside me, as his legs went rigid, locking his cock
deep within me. My arse muscles pulsed as he came, impelling my balls to
begin spurting my cum between us. We collapsed into each other, a pair of
sweaty, driven bodies, now exhausted.

He rolled to the side, gasping, "I love you. Sorry and thank you."

*

Davy had stopped pushing the pram, he looked concerned. "Are you okay now?
He shouldn't have forced you like that!"

I nodded. "Yes, I actually think I needed it as badly as him. It's just
that we have never done it like that before."

Davy looked at me skeptically.

I smiled, "You know, how do you say it? Like the minutes before a
thunderstorm, when everything is tense and the air electric, then the
violence of the storm." I chuckled, "Then the peaceful, fresh morning air."

Davy raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, Davy, I am not explaining it very well, am I?"

He smiled, "Well, I think I know what you're on about. But I have never
heard it described like that." Davy gave a little chuckle and he began to
push the pram again. "Come on, let's walk over to Daphne's memorial..."
Davy seemed to hesitate and then quietly added, "Forts, hasn't...Not since
Theodora became ill..." His voice faltered.

"Forts hasn't what?

Davy shook his head, "Oh it doesn't matter... What's important is you and
Dima. Now...Although you ultimately enjoyed it, it sounds like you are
worried about him using you like that?

I sat down on the stone benches surrounding the statue. Davy went over and
touched the name plate and then kissed his fingers. He turned to me
smiling, "Sorry, it's a little Forts' ritual. He has me doing it now!"

"She must have meant a lot to you."

Davy nodded, bit his lip, then sighed. "It is funny looking back
now. Daphne was an Eastend Girl; rough as they come. But as it turned out,
she had a heart of gold." Davy sat down next to me and took my hand. "She
had a crush on Forts, or he thought that she did. He used to blush every
time she spoke to him. I think she was just teasing him, but sometimes she
was very suggestive; she was always trying to lift his kilt." Davy laughed
at the memory. "But we were both younger then. Anyway, I remember getting
all jealous." Davy smiled and shook his head. "Why is it I always think I
am going to lose him? See, it's nothing new... It is so silly. I was so
silly... Anyway, I remember onetime having a real go at him, accusing him
of cheating on me with her. I didn't speak to him for days." Davy stared at
the statue again, his eyes glassing up.

"But you made up and look you're as good as married now."

Davy nodded, "Yes... Well eventually Forts just grabbed me and showed me
how much he loved me... My bum hurt for a week..." Davy chuckled. "I
suppose what I am trying to say, God, I am getting as bad as you now. Dima
is hurting. Sometimes finding the words to express yourself can be
difficult... It is much easier to act. So, I would say, don't worry about
him being a bit rough, especially as he was tender after..." He giggled and
squeezed my hand. "Your bum will only be sore for a couple of days."

I squeezed back, and laughed, "And there was me thinking I am the only that
waffles..." Davy gave a mock hurt look, then smiled. I looked him in the
eye, "No, but really Davy, thank you."

He reached over and kissed my cheek. "You're welcome. Come on, we had
better be getting back."


**

Forts continues the story

I had managed to get Dima showered and dressed, there was a lot to arrange
and be done. We asked Mishcon to join us in the staffroom, he had more idea
what needed to be done than we did. He had handed me a copy of the Times
newspaper announcements. I read it, shaking my head as it proudly announced
the birth of His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Prince of the Blood
Imperial, Draco Drageonivanov, Romanov. Now we would have to submit a new
announcement, the death of Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess
Theodora Petrovich; it just didn't seem possible.

Dima, Mishcon, and I joined Dad and Archie in the staffroom. Everyone was
being very kind.

"Dad, I have been speaking with Dima. The Chikenoff family doesn't have a
family vault or anything like that, and although The Grand Duke was buried
in the Russian Orthodox cemetery, neither Dima, his mother, or I, want to
bury Theodora there."

Dad was listening intently, "Okay, son. My family doesn't have a vault or
anything like that either. Most of them are buried inside the local church
vault or in the graveyard. So, what are you thinking?"

"I was wondering if you would let me pay for a mausoleum to be built in the
grounds of the Castle for her. Of course, it would also become a family
vault for all of us... when the time comes... We can all be close to each
other... always." I took a deep breath, struggling with my emotions, "I
thought we could build it over near Daphne's memorial, maybe combine the
two..." At that point, my voice failed me and tears rolled down my cheeks.

Archie came and stood next to me, he put his arm round me. "I think that
sounds like a beautiful idea. What do you think, Athol?"

Athol just nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks, too. "It's a lovely
idea... Mishcon, can you sort out an architect?"

Mishcon nodded, "Certainly Athol. I think it is a lovely idea too..."

"Dad, do you think Minister Montrose will let us..." I couldn't say the
word. "Theodora, in the church vault, until the mausoleum can be built?
That way she can be close to us..."

I heard Dima sob, Archie crossed to him and hugged him. Athol came and
embraced me and kissed the side of my head, whispering, "I am so proud of
you, son. It is a lovely idea."

There was a little knock on the door and Gregor came in with a tray of
tea. He placed it down and crossed to me and Dad. His face crumpled as his
eyes glassed up. He stood in front of us, he couldn't speak, he just
squeezed my hand, mouthing, "Love you," he turned to Dima mouthing "And
you," and left, shaking his head and wiping away his eyes. Maybe it is an
English thing, but after a cup of tea, we all felt a bit better. While Dad,
Athol, Dima and I chatted, Mishcon phoned London.

He re-joined us when the call was finished. "Forts, Prince Dima, I have
asked my office to send up Theodora's papers. I already have the
Will. Theodora changed it after the birth of Draco last week. Basically,
she leaves everything to him in trust to be administered by you
both. Prince Dima, she has also left you a considerable sum. Her jewellery
she has left to you and Davy, Forts."

Dima and I nodded, both knowing it was essential, all the legal stuff, but
neither of us really having any heart for it. Luckily, before he could
continue, the door opened and Davy and Robert came in, Davy carrying Draco
and Robert, Aaran.

Davy smiled down at Draco, "Here's Daddy."

I quickly joined them and took Draco in to my arms. "Hello, little chap." I
could swear he had my smile, or maybe it was wind. Either way, it melted my
heart.

Dad appeared next to me, "My turn."

I laughed as I passed Draco to him, "Draco, this is grandad."


**

McPhee continues the story

Harding was finally starting to come round. He had been as shocked as the
rest of us at the turn of events. I wanted to believe that it wasn't just
his professionalism that had managed to suppress his feelings; only time
would tell.

"Come on, Chris, we can't just sit here. Shall we head down to the
staffroom?"

I leapt up, maybe a bit too quickly. Con smiled at me, "Have I been that
bad?...Sorry."

We headed down the stairs, meeting Robert Milner coming up from the castle
entrance.

"Hello chaps. Is everyone in the staffroom?"

I nodded, "I imagine so."

"Do you think they would like to see the photographs I took of Draco?"

Con stepped forward. "I think that is a splendid idea. Come along with us."

There was a bit of a crowd in the staffroom and more than a few red eyes.

"We are not intruding, are we?" Con stopped at the open door.

Athol was holding Draco, he smiled, "No, come in. Davy and Robert have just
brought Draco and Aaran to cheer us all up."

Con smiled, "And we have Milner with us. He has some photographs he wants
to show us all."

Athol waved us in. Archie cleared Athol's desk and Milner walked over. He
acknowledged Forts, Dima, Davy, and Mishcon. I heard him whisper to Athol,
"Do I show the pictures of Theodora too? They are really beautiful."

Forts overheard him, "Yes, Robert, we would like to see them all."

Milner laid out the photographs. Soon there wasn't a dry eye in the
room. All the photographs were amazing; but the ones he had taken of
Theodora and Draco were simply stunning,... she looked so happy.

Forts held it up, his voice quavering, "Robert, can you do this as an oil
painting too? I want it for Draco...He stopped speaking..." then mumbled,
"...He won't ever know his mother either."

Davy took hold of Fort's hand. Whispering something into his ear. Forts
turned to him and nodded, then kissed him, "Thank you."


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