Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2022 10:15:49 +0100 (BST)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 129c

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Athol takes up the story

"Gethin, hello, yes, I am listening. Really?"

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 129c


Davy takes up the story

"Nathan, I am sorry. I am never going to get this."

"Davy, you have to, come on, concentrate. Your mind seems elsewhere."

"I just don't understand why it is important."

There was a crackle from the tannoy speaker up on the wall. Bing, Bing,
Bong.

"David Thomas, David Thomas, please come to the staff room immediately,
that's immediately, telephone call."

"That was Athol."

Nathan nodded his head. "It sounds urgent. You had better go. And tell
Forts if it's him messing about to get you out of this, I will skelp his
arse."

It made me laugh hearing Nathan using the local Scottish word for smacking
someone's bottom. I could just see Forts bent over getting a good
whacking. I began to gather up the papers, "Shall I pack this up first?"

Nathan stood, "No, on you go, I will do it. I hope everything is okay."

"Thank you." I headed out of the classroom towards the staffroom. The door
was already open. I went straight in.

Archie was standing with his back to me, facing Athol, who had the phone
handset in his hand. "Fucking Germans. We all know why this has happened."

"No, we don't Archie. Remember what Gethin said. We know nothing."

Athol suddenly noticed me, his face changing as he realised I had heard
Archie's words. He was holding the telephone handset close to his body.

"Davy, you're here. It's your mum." I watched as Athol held his hand over
the receiver. His voice dropping as he handed it to me, "She sounds pretty
upset..."

My stomach flipped as I hurriedly scrambled to take hold of the
phone. "Mum, it's me!"

Athol mouthed to me, "Do you want us to leave?" I shook my head.

"Mum, I can barely hear you. What did you say?"

Archie whispered, "Is everything okay?"

I could only shake my head. I just couldn't make sense of what mum was
saying.

Forts came frantically running through the door and over to my side,
"What's happened? It sounded serious."

I gestured for him to hang on. I could hear Archie whispering to him that
we didn't know yet. Forts nodded and stood by my side, trying to get his
ear close to the phone speaker.

"Mum, sorry... Who's been bombed?"

I heard the three of them repeat, "Bombed?" in hushed voices.

"Sorry mum, can Forts and I do what?"

Forts mouthed at me, "Say yes. We will do anything!"

"Sorry mum, did you say, can we look after Andrew?"

Forts was already nodding. He glanced at Athol, "He can stay with us. You
don't mind, do you?"

It didn't really sound like Forts was asking. Athol looked apprehensive, it
was Archie who spoke, "Of course not."

Forts began rattling on, "They can all come... tell your
mum,... our mum."

I had to cover the mouthpiece.

"Forts, darling, hang on while I try to listen to what mum is saying." I
thought for a moment Forts was going to take the phone off me.

While I struggled to hear mum, listening with one ear, Forts kept talking
in the other, "Tell her we are coming down to get him, as soon as we can."

I repeated what Forts had said to mum. Finally, she calmed down enough for
me to understand her.

"Yes mum. We did hear that the Germans had bombed London again...
Nearby? ... Oh no... Not the Carters? ... Yes, of
course he will be safer here. Forts says you can all come up
here... I know dad has his job... well you then? ... I
understand... but you know you can come anytime... Okay mum, I
will speak to you later, once we have sorted out a few things... I
love you too... Forts and everyone send their love... Bye."

I put the receiver back onto the cradle, suddenly aware everyone was
waiting for me to speak.


**

Robert takes up the story

I met Dima coming out of the small chapel. Father Vladimir was with
him. They both smiled as I approached with the pram, yes it was my turn to
take care of Arran and Draco. I could see Dima has been crying, he glanced
away and rubbed his eyes as I looked at his face. There was that bloody
Russian stoicism again. I wished he would just have a good cry with me; he
was missing his sister Theodora so much. Father Vladimir smiled and nodded
at me. Seeing the concern on my face, he mouthed, "He is okay."

I decided it was best not to mention it. "Dima, Father Vladimir, have you
heard the news?"

Dima glanced at Father Vladimir and then back at me, both were shaking
their heads.

"Forts and Davy are heading down to London to pick up Davy's brother,
Andrew. He is going to be coming to the Castle to live. The Germans have
started bombing London again. Davy's mum thinks he will be safer up here
with us."

Father Vladimir smiled, "The Grand Prince is going to London? How old is
Andrew?"

"Yes, tomorrow. Andrew is three, I think, or maybe two and a half? I am not
sure."

Vladimir nodded.

"Father Vladimir, why did you call Forts the Grand Prince? I thought he was
a Grand Duke?"

"Oh, he is. The literal translation from the Russian is Grand Prince, but
here in the west they use the Grand Duke honorific."

I nodded acknowledgement, "Thank you, I did wonder."

Dima shook his head. "Grand Prince, Grand Duke, it doesn't matter anymore."
He smiled as he leant into the pram, "It sounds like you two are going to
get a readymade big brother."

Vladimir joined Dima, "I am sure you will all become great friends." He
looked up at me, "At least the age difference is not too big."

Father Vladimir smiled again, "I had better be getting on." I saw him put a
hand on Dima's back and say in Russian, "blagoslovi tebya, syn moi." Both
of them glanced at me, it dawning on them both at the same time I
understood. Vladimir repeated in English, "Bless you, my son...
And you Robert."

Dima took his hand and kissed it, "Thank you, Father."

*

Father Vladimir was about to turn away, it was now or never. "Sorry Father,
would it be possible for you to look after Arran and Draco for a while?" I
blushed and looked at Dima, "I would like to have some time with
Dima... and Davy left them..."

Vladimir smiled and chuckled, he looked into the pram at the two smiling
faces. "I think I am going to have to change my calling and become a
nanny."

I hesitated, "Sorry, are you sure you don't mind?"

He shook his head, "No, off you go, the two of you."

"Thank you, Father." I meant it. Dima seemed to have been avoiding any
intimacy since he got back. We had to talk, and I desperately needed a
cuddle.

*

Father Vladimir clamped his hands round the handle of the prams and headed
out of the rear gate. I could hear him chattering to his two charges. Yes,
you guessed it, in that daft voice adults use to babies.

I hooked my arm round Dima's. "Come on, you."

Dima half smiled, "What is it?"

I pulled him tighter, "Dima, you know what it is. You have barely touched
me since you came back. Don't you love me anymore?"

He looked into the distance. I watched as his bottom lip trembled. He
turned and faced me, "The question is, do you still want me? I made a
complete fool of myself."

"Dima stop, no you didn't! None of you did. You have to stop beating
yourself up about it. God, if I had been there, I would have been the first
to toast Forts as Tsar Nicholas III."

Dima gave a weak smile. "But I actually did."

"Dima, come on, Forts doesn't hold it against you. He loves you nearly as
much as I do." I winked and dropped into Russian, "Noh ya lublu tebya
bolsze." (But I love you more)

This time I got a real smile. I leant forward and kissed him, "Come
on. Let's go back to our room."

He grinned and winked, "Come on then. But I don't like the idea of Forts
and Davy going to London alone. How would you feel if I went with them?
Someone needs to keep Forts safe."

"Well, Davy will be with him!"

"Davy is as important as Forts. Without Davy, Forts would go to pieces. I
will speak to McPhee and see what he says. Things have changed now Gary
isn't around."

I could only nod. "Well, you have to do what is best."

Dima nodded, obviously lost in his thoughts again.

*

We made our way back up to the apartment. Forts and Davy were speaking with
Marcus and Denis. Forts smiled as we entered.

"Chaps, I am glad you're back." He glanced at Davy, who gave a quick
nod. "Chaps, you have probably heard that we are heading to London to pick
up Davy's brother, Andrew. He is going to be coming to live at the Castle
with us all."

Dima smiled and nodded. "Robert has just told me. Forts, I want to talk to
you about your trip to London."

Forts nodded. "And I need to speak to you both... about your
room..." Forts glanced back at Davy again, obviously uneasy. "It's
just that..." Forts blushed and looked round once more.

Denis gave a little cough and stepped forward. "Forts, if I may?"

Forts actually looked relieved. He stepped back, "Please do."

Davy shook his head and muttered, "You're hopeless." Forts shrugged his
shoulders and just looked uncomfortable.

Denis gave a head bow to Dima. "Your Highness, Robert, I have been looking
at the accommodation, what with Andrew coming to stay with us. I hope you
don't mind, but I have organised a suite of rooms for you at Pittodrie
House and a large ensuite room here for you in the main castle on the fifth
floor. I hope that will be okay for you both. That allows me to put Andrew
near to his brother and Forts."

Forts stepped forward, "The apartment at Pittodrie is next door to Davy and
me. And the room here is a nice one." He glanced at Davy again, then back
at us, "You don't mind, do you? I feel awful, as if we are throwing you
out."

I watched Dima's face. I caught his face twitch. I knew he was about to get
up to mischief; he just loved to see Forts squirm.

I squeezed his arm and spoke first. "Of course not. When do you want us out
by?"

Forts looked at Denis, then Davy.

Davy shook his head, he sounded exasperated, "Forts!..." He
turned to us. "Dima, Robert, it has already happened. The room is ready for
you upstairs. It is our old one, so it is nice. We have to get it all
rearranged next door. Forts and I are leaving tomorrow and should be back
in a day or two."

Forts squirmed again, "Sorry chaps, I hope you don't mind..."

Davy shook his head again and glanced skyward, then looked back at us. "I
am sure you understand. Maureen will be staying in Theo... in her
room and the three boys will be in the other room. A sort of nursery, so
she can watch over all three of them."

I could still sense Dima was up for some mischief, Denis could too. He
stepped forward, "Shall I show you both the room upstairs?"

Dima interrupted him, "One minute. Forts, I am not happy about you going to
London with just Davy. You should have some sort of body guard."

This time it was Davy who glanced at Forts.

"Dima, is right Forts... Dima, that's what I said. I don't
like the idea of him being unprotected now, either."

Forts took Davy's hand, "We will be fine."

Dima shook his head, "No, I agree with Davy. I was going to ask McPhee if
he could go with you. Failing that, I will. I have already asked Robert,
and he is okay with me doing that." Dima turned to me and took my arm.

Forts thought for a moment. "Okay, if you all insist. I am happy for one of
you to come. But, we can't use my carriage this time. We didn't give them
enough notice apparently... So, we will be travelling in the
first-class carriage instead."

Dima grinned, "Oh dear, slumming it."

Forts nodded, smiling. "I am afraid so."

Davy looked relieved, "Well, that's settled then." I watched him mouth,
"Thank you, Dima."

Denis moved forward once more, "Shall I show you both your room now?"

I nodded. The corners of Dimas' mouth creased as he baited Forts once
more. "I don't know, travelling with the plebs. Thrown out of our
room. Next you will be telling me I have to make my own morning tea."

Forts looked uncomfortable once more and glanced at Denis.

Denis raised his eyebrows, then with a deadpan face delivered his next
line. "OH, I am sure Marcus can do that for you while you are in residence
here at the Castle, and I will be personally waiting on you at Pittodrie."
He gave a low bow, then smiled and winked at me, before adding a
sarcastic. "Your Highness."

Dima chuckled and mockingly bowed back. I punched him in the arm,
smiling. "Denis, I am more than capable of making us a cup of tea in the
morning, but thank you."

He winked and nodded, "I know you ARE Robert, as for his..."

Now it was Dima's turn to look all hurt. "Hey... I can make tea." He
grinned, "I just shouldn't have to." He then burst out laughing.

Forts gave a Grrr sound. "Dima, you bastard... I thought you were
serious. I have been really worrying about this."

While Davy just shook his head, Dima grinned, "Got you again." He crossed
to Forts and gave him a hug. "Of course, it is not a problem." He paused
and winked at me, "At least we won't be woken by babies crying all night
now." He followed it with another wink.

*

Denis led us up to the fifth floor and stopped by the door, he opened it
and stepped aside, allowing us to enter first, then followed us in. The
room was flooded with sunlight; the window was open. Sitting on the small
table in front of it was an ice bucket with a bottle of Champagne chilling
in it and two glasses.

Dima looked quizzically at Denis, who had begun opening the bottle. "A
present from His Imperial Highness to welcome you to your new room."

The cork popped, and Denis poured us both glasses of the golden bubbles. He
handed them both to Dima with a slight head bow. "Your Highness."

Dima took them both and turned to hand me mine. He stared into my eyes and
had just said, "Ya tebya lublu. Tvoyo zdorovye." (I love you. Cheers) We
heard the door click shut as Denis left us.

Dima smiled and leant forward, kissing me, "He really is an amazing member
of staff."

I nodded.


**

Davy takes up the story

Secretly I was pleased to be leaving for London in the morning, at least I
didn't have to wear my brain out trying to make sense of the grading system
with Nathan.

Forts came and put his arm round me and kissed my neck. "Are you okay? That
went easier than I thought it would."

I kissed him back. "No thanks to you! But I am pleased one of them will be
coming with us."

He pouted. "We would have been fine."

*

We moved into the new nursery bedroom, or should it be called the nursery
dormitory? "Forts, here, give me a hand with this. If we put the three beds
along the walls, it will give them plenty of play room in the middle."

Forts smiled and kissed me again. "I love you."

"I love you to... You don't mind that Andrew is coming here too, do
you?"

Forts hugged me tightly, "Of course not..." He gave a giggle, "But I
think we might need a bigger house if our family keeps growing."

We both laughed and kissed as we surveyed the new room layout.

"Oops, sorry chaps... I hope I am not interrupting?"

"Hi Dad, no come in, it's fine."

Athol came in and looked round the room. "Good layout."

Forts hugged me, "All Davy's idea. But you're right, it works."

Athol nodded approvingly and turned to Forts. "Drageon."

Forts raised his eyebrows and winked at me, "Sounds like I am in trouble!"

Athol smiled, "No, not at all. Gethin just rang me and I was telling him
that you were heading down to London. He is worried about your security."

Forts sighed, "Not another one."

I shook my head, "You can see we have already had this discussion. McPhee
or Dima are going to come with us."

Athol looked thoughtful. "Hmmm, Gethin had an idea... I think you
should really take it seriously and consider it."

Forts didn't answer.

Athol continued, "I know that both Dima and Chris would give their lives
for you. But Gethin, well, all of us actually think that you should have a
properly trained permanent bodyguard."

Forts coughed, "A Bodyguard?"

I gripped Fort's arm, "Listen to what Dad has to say... It is not just
you now, it's Draco too we have to think about."

Forts looked towards the ceiling, shaking his head.

I looked at Athol. "Does Gethin have someone in mind? ...
Someone he recommends?"

Athol's eyes hadn't left his son. "He does actually. He is going to get him
to meet you in London and you can see if you think you could all get on."

"Dad, I really don't think..."

"Forts," I gripped his arm, "Darling, please. Let's meet him and if you
really don't like him, I will support you. But if Gethin recommends him, I
think we should at least meet him."

Forts forced a smile as he looked at me, "Okay, we can meet him. What did
Gethin say about him, Dad?"

"Well, his name is Darius Guppy. He is a Captain in the Royal Marine
Commandos. Apparently, the King has already said he can be redeployed to be
your bodyguard."

Now it was time for me to balk, "The King! After what he put Forts
through?"

Forts squeezed my hand, "Davy..."

"No, I can't believe that Gethin would suggest him if the King recommended
him."

Athol spoke, "Davy, Gethin knows what Forts, and you went through, he
wouldn't recommend Darius if he had any concerns about him."

Forts snuggled up to me, "Dad's right, Davy. Let's meet him and see what we
both think... As long as you're with me, if he is dodgy, you will
sniff him out." Forts kissed my cheek, then nodded at Athol. "Okay Dad, let
Gethin know the suite we will be staying in and we can meet him before we
go to collect Andrew."


**

Robert picks up the story

We both took a sip of our Champagne. I took Dima's glass and put it on the
small table next to us. He stepped towards me, his legs on either side of
mine. He slipped his arms round me and ground his hips into me. His lips
pushed against mine. I pressed back, pushing my tongue between his loosely
closed lips. With my eyes closed, I felt, rather than saw, his face break
into a warm smile, as his tongue responded and met mine.

Our tongues duelled as they hadn't for days. I eased him backwards towards
the bed, still kissing. His legs buckled as the back of the bed caught him
at the knee. Our lips parted as he gave a cry as he fell backwards, still
gripping me tightly onto the bed. He grinned up at me, "You're as
insatiable as Davy." He giggled and kissed me again as I lay on top of him.

"Hey how do you know?"

Dima laughed, "Forts told me."

I kissed him again. "LIAR! Liar." I began tickling him.

Dima shrieked with laughter under me, "Forts told me... Forts told
me... Don't tickle me, I can't stand it!"

I gripped his shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying off in all
directions. More laughter, "Stop... stop... please... I
surrender! I surrender."

I had already begun undoing his trouser belt buckle and then pulling down
his trousers. He grinned and winked... "You are just like
Davy..."

"YOU..." I renewed my assault, tickling him harder, my fingers
sending him gasping for breath and squirming to get away from me."

I clambered after him, rolling him on to his back. I pulled his trousers
off his feet. His cock bulged hard and throbbed in his loose American Army
boxer shorts. I fell on it, rubbing my face over it and the small wet
patch. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and hauled them down.

"No, Davy... Control yourself... Robert will catch
us..." More shrieked laughter. "Now I know how Forts feels."
He gasped out, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks.

His shrieks were replaced with moans as my mouth engulfed his pulsing, wet
cockhead.

His hands gripped the side of my head and held me in place, moaning, "Oh
Robert, that's amazing."

I pulled off and looked into his eyes, "Sure you wouldn't rather have Davy
doing it?"

"Oh God no."

His hips thrust upwards as his hand moved to my shirt and began pulling it
off over my head.


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