Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2022 21:44:52 +0100 (BST) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 126b IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* 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." ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 126b – A time for reflection Davy takes up the story How long had I been at Fraser Castle now? And yet I didn't realise that the small stone building at the entrance to what we called the rear courtyard was, in fact, a long disused chapel. Athol had forgotten about it too; his father never used it for its original purpose. Certainly, since my arrival, it had always been a storeroom. It was The Clan MacDonald Minister, Finlay Montrose, who had mentioned it first. I was amazed as he pointed out on the roof a small stone construction containing a single bell. How had I missed that? I had always thought it was a chimney. Archie had located the keys, and we had all made our way down to it. In keeping with most Scottish chapels, the building was quite plain. It seemed to have been an afterthought addition to the Castle. The exterior gave no real hint as to what its purpose was. The walls were made of the same stone as the rest of the Castle and a single studded oak door gave access. The floor was made of rough local stone slabs. The interior walls were whitewashed and the arched single window, dominating one of the gable ends, was a mosaic of small green and purple stained-glass squares. Once we had removed all the rubbish, we also found there were a couple of original, small, old oak wooden pews. There was also a small altar table, which still held a large plain wooden cross. Actually, in its simplicity, the chapel was quite peaceful and beautiful. Forts called Dima over and took my hand. With those sad eyes I was growing accustomed to, he said, "I want Theodora to rest here until the mausoleum can be built. Do you think that will be okay? I want her close to her family and friends, rather than in the church vault." Dima bowed his head, "I think that would be lovely Prince." A large tear rolled down his cheek. Forts stepped forward and hugged him, then glanced back at me, "What do you think, Davy?" "I think it's a lovely idea, too." Forts nodded, mouthing, "Thank you. I love you." Then, in a loud voice, "Let's make it happen." He quickly explained to Athol and Montrose what he was thinking. Athol had initially had some reservations. He was worried that some of the pupils would be frightened if they heard what the building was being used for. So, it was decided that the door would remain locked with only a couple of people having keys; Forts being one of them. Montrose said he wanted to have a small service of re-consecration and then he would be happy. With everyone's help, we moved the wooden pews from their positions across the floor so that they sat back, parallel against the chapel walls, leaving a clear floor space in front of the altar. Indicating to the space, Forts mumbled, "The coffin can rest here. And we can sit on either side when we visit." He came and took my hand again. "Come on, let's go and see Draco, then we have a lot to do." * It had taken over two weeks for all the preparations to be made for the funeral. The Castle chapel had been the easiest bit to sort out. Firstly, Forts had contacted his Eminence Bishop Navarofski, head of the Russian Orthodox Church in the United Kingdom. He had arrived within a couple of days. He was personally going to perform the Orthodox death rights for Theodora. There would be two services. The first at the Orthodox church in Aberdeen, and then Theodora would be brought to the Chapel at Fraser Castle until the mausoleum could be built. Mr Montrose also wanted to conduct a short service of internment in the chapel. Forts, Dima, and I had met Bishop Navarofski at the station. He arrived with two priests, they would all be staying at Pittodrie. At the Bishop's insistence, we took them all straight to where Theodora's body was. The three of us waited outside until we were finally joined by the Bishop once more. Forts and Dima got down on their knees as he approached. He held out his hands to Forts and Dima, who both touched them to their heads. The bishop stroked Forts and Dima's faces, "My sons. She is at peace." I heard Dima let out a sob, Forts reached his hand to him. The bishop invited them both to stand. As Forts thanked him, one of the priests came forward. He was holding Forts' gold cross on its chain and the icon of 'Our Lady of Kazan' Forts had given to Dima when Theodora was in hospital. The priest handed them both to the bishop. Forts saw them, "Your Eminence, I wanted those to stay with Theodora." Navarofski gave a fatherly smile, "My son, we have given Theodora all that's needed for her journey. These items belong in the land of the living and with you." He took the cross on its chain and placed it once more round Forts' neck and then placed the icon in his hands. Forts nodded. On the way back to the Castle, Forts explained the idea of the mausoleum in the Castle grounds and using the old castle chapel to hold Theodora's body until it was ready. The bishop thought it was a lovely idea, but wanted to bless both places before the body was placed in them. * Forts squeezed my hand as we watched Theodora's coffin being removed from the hearse, we both exhaled. His sad eyes met mine, he didn't speak, just shook his head and then looked at the ground. I glanced over at Dima. He was standing stoically with his mother and the Grand Duchess Truorwskoy. Sometimes it seemed that these people had no feelings, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Like all Royals, they had been brought up never to show their feelings in public. They were certainly doing a better job of it than Forts and me. The small orthodox church was crowded. Luckily, the first couple of pews had been reserved for Theodora's close family, Forts, and me. To the peal of a single bell and the voices of the priests and choir chanting the Russian Orthodox "The Hymn of the Cherubim', the pallbearers lifted the coffin on to their shoulders and the procession began its sad entry into the church. Forts and I joined the Dowager Grand Duchess behind Dima and his mother, and slowly we followed the coffin into the church. The smell of incense met our noses, and our eyes were overwhelmed. The church was a mass of flickering taper candles, their flames dancing off the gilt and highly painted icons and walls. The coffin was placed on an ornate bier at the front of the church. There had been a discussion about whether the coffin should be open, as was the Orthodox tradition, but maybe because of the sensibilities of the rest of us, it was decided to keep it closed. I was pleased; I wasn't sure I could cope with an open coffin and I was pretty sure Forts couldn't. Once we were all in place, the service commenced, led by Bishop Navarofski. A lot of it was in Russian, I could catch the odd word, but most of what he was saying I didn't understand. * I stood with my head bowed, glancing at the coffin, draped with Theodora's Imperial Standard. I still couldn't believe she was gone. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Forts glanced at me and took my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. Luckily, he couldn't read my mind. I felt so ashamed of myself. I wished I had gotten the chance to say sorry for every slight I had done her and, more importantly, thank her for all her kindnesses to me, but I never really had. I bit my lip. She had every reason to hate me. I was her rival for Forts' love for a start. I wondered if she had wished me dead, as I had her so many times. Now I was sitting at her funeral. My mind drifted back to the night of the ballet at the manor, my shock at seeing Forts walk in to the room with Theodora on his arm for the meal. I hated her, and worse, thought I had lost him. Then he had sent me that note as I struggled to avoid his eyes; telling me how much he loved me. Then, hearing she was pregnant with his baby, I felt as if my heart had been torn out. I was jealous of her, jealous of the thing they had created together, something I could never do with him... Later, seeing the joy on Forts' face when Draco was born, I hated her even more. She had sensed it and rather than gloating or act cruelly, she constantly involved me, reminding me Draco was my son too. Now, I hated myself. The three priests each appeared and placed a framed photograph on a small table at the base of the bier. I heard myself gasp. The central picture was of Theodora, smiling, looking at her most beautiful and radiant. To the left was a more formal picture of Theodora, Dima, and their mother. But the third picture was the one that sent a chill through me to my very core. It was the one Milner had taken of Forts and me on either side of Theodora just after the birth of Draco, whom she was cradling in her arms. All of us smiling, the joy showing on our faces. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I shuddered, Theodora seemed to be staring straight at me, her eyes locked on mine as I stood here in the church. I was stunned. Then I jumped, as I could hear her voice, pleading with me to "look after Draco and love him as your own son." Then that little giggle she used to give as she added "and take care of Forts. You know he loves you more than anything." Another chuckle, "You know he would be completely hopeless on his own without you." "I promise you I will. I am so sorry Theodora...For everything." Her voice, as clear as a bell to me, reassured and comforted me, "Davy, you have nothing to be sorry about. I will always love you." Her voice faded, "Keep me alive for little Draco and tell him how much I loved him and that I will always watch over him. And tell Forts I will always love him too." Forts turned to me, looking both concerned and surprised. "Sorry Davy, pardon, what did you say?" He stared intently at my face. I just stood there. "Davy, you said something. You mentioned Theodora's name. Are you okay?" He whispered. God, I had spoken out loud. I shook my head, "It's nothing. Sorry. I love you." He squeezed my hand again as the tears rolled down my cheeks. ** Forts continues the story I had been concentrating on the bishop's voice, translating his words in my head, when Davy spoke, so I hadn't really heard what he had said. When I looked at him he appeared, I don't know, is the word confused? He had said it was nothing and told me he loved me. But I knew Davy too well, he never said things by accident. Before I could ask him anything else, the three priests began beautifully chanting, 'All Our Scared Hymns We Offer' and then 'The Kontakion of the Departed' before the ceremony came to an end with a final chant, 'The Lord's Prayer'. Holding Davy's hand, we followed the coffin as it was carried back down out of the church. I saw Dad and Archie, they were standing with McPhee and Harding. They all nodded at me stoically. No words were spoken, but I could sense the love and support flowing from each of them to us. At the door of the church, the bishop spoke to us all again. I thanked him for the beautiful service. The coffin was placed into the hearse and Theodora began her final journey back to Castle Fraser. Davy and I travelled back in the Rolls with Dima and his mother, the Princess Chikenoff. The Dowager Grand Duchess travelled in the second car with the Princess Alexandra Maloshia. Dima's mother now allowed herself to weep, Dima comforting her. I closed the privacy glass and screen between the passenger cabin and the driver. Even in her grief, she appreciated the gesture and nodded a thank you. Davy was sitting looking out of the window. I squeezed his hand, "Are you okay?" He turned to face me, nodding. I took out my hankie and wiped away a few stray tears, then leant in and kissed him. "I love you." The rest of the journey was completed in silence. I seldom took my eyes off Davy. I was so proud of him; he had been so strong for me. What mattered even more was he seemed to be really bonding with Draco. A couple of times I had woken as Davy got up to comfort and feed him, trying to shush him so I could sleep. I had secretly lain watching them through half-closed eyes, my heart swelling with love and pride for both of them. The crackle from the speaker caused my daydream to break apart. "We have arrived, your Imperial Highness." It was Andrei, my driver. * The cars pulled into the rear courtyard, as we called it. Minister Montrose met us by the door of the chapel. He entered with Navarofski and the three priests. Theodora's coffin was carried inside and placed on a specially constructed bier. Her Imperial Standard was draped over the coffin and a photograph of her taken by Milner was placed in front of the cross on the altar. The altar was flanked by two enormous displays of flowers, their heady scent filled the room. There was only room for close family as well as Athol, Archie, Davy and myself. There being no official ceremony for what was now taking place, we sang the 'Lords Prayer', the Church of Scotland version this time, and then were invited to enjoy a period of quiet contemplation and prayer. * Gregor had arranged for a meal to be served in the staffroom following the service. I had insisted it remain an informal affair. We needed to get back to some kind of normality. I found myself seated next to the Bishop Navarofski. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked around, it was Dima, he smiled, it was the first smile I had seen him give for weeks. Ah, so he had done the seating plan; I would speak to him later. As the meal went on, the bishop chided me for not pursuing my studies of the Russian Orthodox faith, as I had promised. "Drageon, I am going to leave one of my priests here. He will ensure you take your studies seriously." What could I say? I could only apologise for my lack of commitment. The bishop smiled and I am sure gave me a wink, "Father Vladimir will ensure you study diligently. You may one day become Tsar. He has my full authority to take you in hand and punish you when you fail." "Punish me?" The bishop smiled and winked again, "Another thing, Drageon. I hope you are intending to have the young Prince Draco baptised into our faith. Like you, he may one day become Tsar." "Please stop saying that. I can't think of anything worse than becoming Tsar. Look, sorry. Your Eminence, Davy and I haven't really thought about a christening just yet. What with every..." "Nonsense! We will do it next Sunday. I will stay until then and conduct the ceremony myself." I think I gasped, "Wow." He leant into me again. "Well, announce it, or do you want me to?" "No, no, I will do it, your Eminence." I stood and tapped my glass for order. "Your Imperial Highnesses, Your Eminence, Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen. Bishop Navarofski has offered to christen our son, Prince Draco, into the Orthodox faith this Sunday. You are all, of course, invited." There was some polite applause, I glanced round to see Davy staring at me. I shrugged my shoulders, mouthing, "Sorry, he left me no choice." Davy shook his head, smiling, mouthing back, "You're hopeless." I winked and mouthed back, "Sorry. I love you, remember!" I sat back down. The bishop smiled at me again and then squeezed my knee. I was pretty sure that wasn't a religious thing. After the meal, I was introduced formally to the Priest Father Vladimir. I called Davy over, fixing my smile. "Davy, allow me to introduce Father Vladimir; he is a Priest." "Yes, I know." Davy shook his hand. "Very pleased to meet you." I felt my speech become garbled. "Err, Father Vladimir, is going to be staying with us at the Castle to help us with our Russian Orthodox studies. Isn't that marvellous?... He is going to stay at least until the mausoleum is completed and Theodora is finally laid to rest. In the meantime, he is going to make sure the candles remain lit in the chapel...And lead a Sunday service for us both...Every week." I carried on smiling, my eyes not leaving Davy's. I hoped Vladimir didn't catch Davy's skyward look. I just continued smiling, my face fixed, my expression unchanging. Boy, was I going to have some explaining to do later. ** Davy continues the story God, I loved this man. I watched Forts strip off, kiss Draco goodnight and then run and leap into the bed next to me. He hadn't mentioned Father Vladimir or the christening again. "Well?" He gave me a Forts smile. "What?" I leapt on him and began tickling him. "You bloody well know what!" Forts shrieked with laughter, "Stop, stop, you will wake Draco." "It's not me that's making all the noise." "Stop, stop, hehehehehehe, stop." He tried to wriggle away from me. "Forts, you are bloody hopeless. The Christening is okay.. but a church service every Sunday. Do you know how long Russian Orthodox services last?" "Sorry, sorry... what could I say? He is a bishop!" More shrieks of laughter. "You could have said no." I stopped tickling him, he lay panting getting his breath back. The room fell very quiet, uncomfortably so. My own dark thoughts now filling my head. Forts kissed my cheek, "Well, goodnight then." He turned on to his side, facing away from me. "Is that it?" I mumbled. "Do you know you haven't laid a finger on me since Theodora died?" Forts didn't answer, I knew he had heard me and was just laying there; he was way too still. Does that make sense? I knew he didn't want to answer or face what I had said. "You do still love me, don't you?" I heard him sigh, "Davy, you know I do." "Well, it would be nice if you showed me that." Another sigh. "Oh, forget it." I turned away and lay on my side, our bodies not touching, not even our bums. I felt the bed moving as Forts moved himself over on to his back and then on to his side so he was facing me. His hand touched my side and gently stroked it. "Davy, you know I love you. It's just been dif..." "It's been difficult for us all, Forts! And you ignoring me isn't helping me. Theodora is dead, but we are still alive! This is killing me!" I felt him shuffle up behind me, his arm came over my chest and he kissed the back of my neck and my ear. "I'm sorry. I love you more than anything, believe me." He kissed my neck again. I turned my head, so I was facing him. "You know I love you too. But she is gone Forts. It's awful, but she is gone. But we are still here and she left us to look after Draco." Forts nodded, his nose pressing against my cheek. I kissed the side of his head. In the dark, I felt his lips kiss me again. He gasped, "I love you," as our lips moved to connect. I turned on to my back and he moved his body half over mine. Our mouths never parting, our tongues entwined with a passion, and an uncontrolled hunger. He pulled his body totally over mine, almost whimpering, "I'm sorry. I love you so much." "I love you too." I parted my legs and wrapped them round his waist, pulling him tightly against me, "I couldn't love you more if I tried." I could feel rather than see his face looking at mine. He kissed my lips once more and then began to slide down my body, easing himself down between my legs. "Where are you going?" I heard him chuckle, "There is someone I have to say hello to." He kissed my neck and down on to my chest, pausing at each nipple. He kissed and licked them, then carried on downwards. My cock had become hard the moment he had nuzzled into my neck. Now it throbbed with expectation as he kissed down my stomach. He paused at my belly button and kissed me lovingly once more. I felt my cock bob up from my groin and heard Forts give a little chuckle as my leaking bellend smeared cock snot against his cheek. He mumbled, "Someone is pleased to see me," then engulfed my cockhead in his warm mouth. His fingers wrapped round my shaft, and he gently squeezed. His tongue flicked over my impatient bellend. I heard myself moan as I thrust my hips upwards, forcing my cock deeper into his mouth. His tongue wrapped round my glans ridge. My body ignited in waves of pleasure and lust. I grabbed his head, pushing my fingers through his thick hair and pushed him deeper on to my dick. He didn't resist, just opened his throat to take my cock deeper. Eagerly, his mouth worked my cock. His fingers caressing my balls and taint. I felt a couple of fingers slid in to his mouth alongside his tongue, then felt their wetness and as he slid them under my balls to my taint. I moaned, "Oh, yes please," as they arrived at my hole. Gently, he circled them against my pucker. I could feel the wetness as my hole relaxed, desperately wanting his fingers inside of me. He pulled off my cock, it slapped wetly to my stomach. His mouth moved to my balls. Kissing each in turn, before licking them, rolling them in their loose sack. He sucked each into his mouth and then both together, his tongue never stopping as it caressed them in warm saliva. His fingers moved to his mouth again and reloaded before they moved back to my hole. I let out a low, deep moan as he worked his fingers inside me, my body relishing that closeness and touch. He moved his tongue down to join his fingers. I lifted my hips, almost involuntarily, as I gave him better access. I heard him give a little giggle and then felt his tongue plunge into my hole. His hands moved to grip my hips, spreading my arse cheeks wider as his tongue worked its magic inside me. I reached for my throbbing cock, wanking myself furiously as a fingertip brushed against my boynut. I let out another drawn-out moan and my cock spurted out precum on to my stomach. "Forts, please make love to me." I heard another muffled chuckle from between my legs, I suppose it had sounded a bit desperate. Forts began to manoeuvre himself backwards, his lips once more kissing my taint and then my balls. His tongue took over and licked the length of my rod of steel and lapped away the copious precum. He gave another chuckle. I opened my legs as he kissed up my body once more. My neck thrusting my head back into the pillow as I felt the familiar touch of his hard cock pushing into my balls. His mouth found mine and once more, our tongues collided passionately. I could taste my sweat and precum on his lips, as I tilted my pelvis. I felt him raise his hips and reach for some lube. He smeared some onto his shaft and then added a finger load to my hole. I writhed as his throbbing wet bellend slid under my balls, across my taint, seemingly knowing exactly where to go. Our mouths broke apart, "Ready?" he whispered, lovingly. He didn't wait for my answer; he didn't have to, my gripping legs told him, I wanted him. His belled eased itself inside me, my hole spasming and twitching as it welcomed its friend. Our mouths joined once more as he opened me up until he was balls deep. "I love you. Never forget that." He kissed me again and slowly eased his cock back before sliding it back into me, his flared cockhead brushing over my boynut sending tingles all over my body and causing my cock to spasm and belch out more precum between us. He continued his slow steady rhythm, my body grinding itself against his, my cock sliding in the ever-growing pool of my precum. Its head was being constantly stimulated by the friction from his treasure trail. We were both moaning, both of us lost in the moment. I hugged him tighter, licking his neck and ear, "Fuck I love you." "I love you too." He increased the speed of his thrusts as his own excitement grew and he thought against cumming. It was a battle he was destined to lose. His stokes grew faster and deeper, his balls slapping noisily against my arse. I couldn't hold back myself any more, my cock had passed the point of no return, my balls pulled tight to the base of my shaft and my arse muscles spasmed as I began to cum. Forts froze for a moment, before groaning himself as he slammed deep and hard into me, filling me with his cum. We lay embracing, kissing and stroking each other as our bodies came down from their highs. I kissed him, "Thank you. That was amazing." He kissed me back and rubbed his nose against mine. He let out a little chuckle, "I think that's us back to normal." I squeezed him tighter with my legs. He chuckled once more, "Are you ready to go again?" "Anytime with you." He laughed again. It was at that precise moment Draco began to bellow. I sighed, "Oh well. Maybe next time. I had better get up and make sure he is okay." Forts giggled, "Come on. I will help, Mum." ********************** Folks, I really hope you're enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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