Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2022 15:59:15 +0100 (BST)
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Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 130b

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I reached for his hand, "Up you get. Sit here on my lap while we both
recover."

He leapt up and wrapped his arms round me as we sat there. "Drew, Forts
told me you and Banner were good friends once, I never see you with him
now, did you two fall out?"

Drew buried his face into my shirt, "He developed faster than me... we fell
out when he called me a little boy."

I pulled him tighter to me. "Well, you will soon be able to show him how
much you have changed soon." He looked up at me, as I winked, "And tell him
how much fun you had doing it."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 130b - London


Davy continues the story from earlier

Carson gave a polite cough. "Your Imperial Highness. There are two
gentlemen here to see you. Air Marshal Evans and a Major Darius Guppy."

I leapt up, "Forts... Gethin's here?"

Forts smiled, "Sounds like it."

Gethin's unmistakable smiling face peaked round the door. He winked at me,
grinning. "I certainly am!" He stood in the doorway, in full uniform, his
flat cap in his hand.

I launched myself at him, jumping up into his arms, my house coat falling
open as I leapt. He caught me and plonked his flat cap on my head as he
hugged me, turning to the man with him, "Oh, I forgot to warn you. Darius,
you will have to get used to being greeted by Davy like this! Always a kiss
and usually a flash of cock and balls." Gethin chuckled at his joke, as he
carried me into the room, before stopping near the seats. He squeezed me
tightly and kissed my cheek. The tickle of his moustache bringing back a
flood of sensations I never thought I would experience again. He winked,
looking into my eyes, "I think you're getting a bit old for this
now... Your Grace." Another beautiful smile and he put me down.

I was blushing now, "I don't always flash..." Gethin nodded down at my open
house coat. I quickly pulled it together and tied the cord.

Standing to his full height, Gethin embraced Forts, who had been standing
patiently. "Forts." He gave him a big hug and kissed his cheek,
too. "Prince Dima, Father Vladimir, it is very nice to see you both again."

They both acknowledged his greeting with nods and smiles.

*

I couldn't wait, "Gethin, did you hear about the death of Prince George,
The Duke of Kent?"

Gethin's face changed. He nodded and looked suddenly very serious. "I did."

"We were all worried that he had been done away with and Forts would be
next." I blurted out, looking round at the others.

Gethin shook his head, "Hey, slow down Davy. No, I can assure you it was an
unfortunate accident. That plane should never have been allowed to take
off." He glanced round at Major Guppy.

Dima stepped forward, "So you don't think Prince George was murdered?" Dima
glanced round the room, hesitating before continuing, "Because of
what... happened?"

Gethin shook his head. "No. I can assure you all, it was just a tragic
accident. I was concerned that you would think it was something
sinister. That is why I came straight over with Major Guppy. I want Forts
to be as safe and protected as all of you. The sooner he has a trained
protection officer, the better."

Dima looked at the floor.

Gethin smiled at him, "Dima, you have done an amazing job." Gethin winked
and put his arm round Forts briefly, "Forts is still here, isn't he? How
many attempts is it now?"

Dima nodded and smiled. "I wasn't responsible for protecting him on all of
them, but thank you..."

Gethin huffed, "Dima, you took a bullet for this chap. You could never do
more than that!"

Gethin squeezed Forts, making him wince. "You are here still, aren't you?"

Forts nodded, smiling at Gethin and Dima. "I am. I am."

Forts broke free of Gethin's grip and nodded as he turned to him and Major
Guppy, "Well, thank you both for coming straight over. I am sorry to say, I
allowed things to get a bit silly here at the station... When we heard the
news..."

I gave Forts a reassuring hug. "You weren't alone."

He looked embarrassed, "Davy, you were the only one who didn't."

I hugged him tighter.

*

Since their arrival, I had been looking over Major Darius Guppy who had
been standing listening to the exchanges, his face showing no emotion. Who
knew what he was thinking? I didn't. He was at least six feet tall and
looked incredibly fit. He was in his dark green Royal Marine Commando
battle fatigues. His Green Beret was tucked under one of his epaulettes. He
had short cropped black hair, high and tight military style. Darius
obviously felt my gaze. He glanced at me and smiled. I think my mouth fell
open as I suddenly noticed his eyes!

Gethin leant into me, whispering, "Just like Pilot Officer Stuart Burgess."
He chuckled, "I thought you would like that."

I nodded. What was it about men with heterochromia, two different coloured
eyes? I found them fascinating. I tried not to stare. Unlike Stuart, who
you will remember had a blue and a green eye, Darius had one pale brown one
and the other emerald green. I must have been staring more than I
thought. He smiled at me again, "Ah, you spotted it." He winked.

I looked away quickly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude... I just find it
irresistible."

Gethin grinned and chuckled. "You are going to have to watch yourself,
Darius."

I felt myself blushing once more.

*

Gethin winked at me and grabbed his flat cap from my head, he turned to
Forts. "Your Imperial Highness, Forts, and you too, Davy. It is my pleasure
to formally introduce Major Darius Guppy. I understand Athol told you about
him."

Forts nodded and extended his hand to Darius, "Yes, he has... I am very
pleased to meet you Major." Forts gave a chuckle, as he gestured to me,
"You have already met his Grace, the Duke of Pittodrie... The love of my
life and partner forever, Davy."

I blushed again and held out my hand, "Very pleased to meet you, Major."

With a slightly cheeky smile which set his eyes sparkling, he shook my
hand, "And you Davy... Don't I get a hug and a flash?"

I felt myself blushing again and looked at the floor. "Only when you become
our bodyguard."

The Major laughed, "Where do I sign?" I blushed even more, as Gethin and
Forts joined him laughing.

Forts put one arm round me as he gesticulated with the other towards Dima,
before he continued, "This is Prince Dimitri Chikenoff, Dima to his
friends, my cousin, and one of my closest friends and advisors."

Darius held out his hand, "Prince Dimitri."

Dima nodded. "Very pleased to meet you, Major. Please call me Dima, any
friend of Gethin's is a friend of mine."

Darius nodded, "Thank you, Dima."

Forts continued, "And this is Father Vladimir, my spiritual advisor,
primarily, but also a close friend and always trusted with his advice on
other matters."

Darius looked at Vladimir, obviously trying to reconcile, the good-looking
young man standing before him with a close-trimmed beard, wearing a short
house coat that barely covered his bum cheeks, with the image of a Russian
Orthodox Priest he had in his head.

Vlad stepped forward and offered his hand. He smiled at Darius and then
glanced at me, before continuing, "Major, I am very pleased to meet you
too. Please, like everyone else, when it is just us, call me Vlad. You can
see, and I am sure Gethin has told you, Forts doesn't like us to stand on
ceremony in private."

Darius nodded and took his hand. "Vlad, I am very pleased to meet you."

*

With the formal introductions over, Forts invited everyone to sit. After
all, this was a serious matter we were all going to discuss. I popped out
and found Carson. I asked him to bring through the drinks trolly. Then
returned to my seat, now conscious just how short my house coat was, as I
attempted to stop myself from flashing anymore. Forts grinned at me and
chuckled, "I am having the same problem... Oh, fuck it." He gave up trying
and sat with his legs comfortably apart.

"Drinks? Your Imperial Highness."

"Yes please, Carson."

Forts turned to Darius, "What would you like?"

Darius looked a little uncomfortable. He raised his hand slightly, "Not for
me." He glanced at Forts, "Would you mind if I don't, until we have
concluded the meeting?"

Gethin shuffled to the front of his seat, "Forts, that is probably a good
idea." He turned to Carson, "Could you just bring some soft drinks... but
put some Champagne on ice."

"Certainly, Sir." Carson withdrew, pulling the trolly with him.

Gethin waited until the door closed, "I am sorry, Forts, Davy. I hope that
is okay? I don't mean to take over."

We both nodded. They were right, this was an important meeting. Depending
on its outcome, we could all celebrate afterwards.

*

Vlad stood and gave a slight bow to Forts. "I should probably withdraw."

Forts reached for his arm, squeezing it gently. "No, please stay Vlad. You
are a principal part of my household and a trusted friend. Please stay and
feel free to contribute to the discussion as well."

Vlad raised his right hand and placed it over his heart. "Thank you, my
Prince." He bowed his head once more and sat back down. Struggling also to
pull down his house coat, he eventually gave up with a shrug of his
shoulders and a muttered, "Sorry."

Major Guppy winked and smiled, "I hope I get this job. It looks a shed load
of fun."

*

Gethin smiled, "Right, let's get down to business."

I won't go into all the details, but it was agreed by all of us that we
would be pleased to have Darius as bodyguard for Forts, Draco and
myself. He would leave the army and come and reside with us at Fraser
Castle and also at Pittodrie when we were there. He insisted on two
points. The first was that his word was final on all matters regarding our
security or it wouldn't work. Secondly, that Andrei undergo some additional
driver training, as he put it, "Just in case."

Major Guppy sat back, "Oh, I should have said, I hope you will all feel
comfortable calling me Darius..." He chuckled, "After all, a Guppy is a
little wet fish..."

We all smiled. Gethin, who had sat and listened throughout, asked if Forts
and I wanted to have a chat about what had been discussed. We both shook
our heads. Personally, I felt a flood of relief wash through me. Finally,
we would have a professional in charge of our security. Gary's face
suddenly popped into my consciousness. No, I would leave telling Darius
about him until another time.

Forts stood and pressed one of the concealed call bells and a second later,
the door open and Carson came back in.

"Carson, can we have that Champagne now? Oh, and please can you let the
restaurant know, there will now be eight this evening, not six." Forts
turned to Gethin and Darius, "You will both stay for the evening?"

They both nodded, Gethin adding, "That is very nice of you... I hope Carson
can find us somewhere to sleep too."

Forts grinned, "You know this suite has several bedrooms. Of course, you
can both stay. Carson, can you make sure the other bedrooms are ready for
later?"

"Certainly, Your Imperial Highness. I will fetch the Champagne and inform
the restaurant for you, then attend to the additional rooms."

*

In all the excitement, I had forgotten to tell you that Forts had booked
Mum, Dad and Andrew into a suite for the night, too. They would be joining
us, well, Mum and Dad would for dinner. The hotel had arranged for a nanny
to watch over Andrew while we were eating.

We were all a bit tipsy when Mum and Dad arrived around five o'clock in the
evening. She was quite upset, not about us being tipsy, but about little
Andrew going back with us. I think it had finally hit her she wouldn't be
seeing him every day. Forts had, of course, renewed the invite for them
both to come back with us to the Castle to live. But Dad was adamant that
couldn't happen. While the others watched on, chatting, Forts and I began
the process of getting to know my little brother better.

Again, I watched in awe as Forts played with Andrew. How did he manage it?
He had a real connection with Andrew. It didn't take long for Forts to be
crawling around on all fours, Andrew on his back, pretending he was on a
horse. I was just too self-conscious to do that.

During this time, Mum sat with Vlad on the couch, the two of them in quiet
conversation. I don't know what he said to her, but later she seemed so
much calmer. I sat in admiration of his compassion and empathy; he always
seemed to know just what to say to make people feel better.

I was deep in discussion with Gethin when I heard a shriek from Mum. She
jumped up from the sofa, gripping Forts' hands. "Oh, please can we? The
Ball was such fun."

Forts was grinning and nodding. I called over. "Is everything okay?"

Mum was beaming, "Yes, yes, Forts says we can dress up for dinner... I must
go and get ready!"

She called my dad and the two of them headed off to their suite. Moments
later, Mum came rushing back into the room blushing, "Oop's, I nearly
forgot him." Sweeping Andrew up into her arms, she turned back to Forts,
"Thank you, thank you." And she was gone. Forts came over smiling and gave
me a hug.

I leant into his ear, "Dress up for dinner? Really? You might have
mentioned it back at the castle. I didn't pack anything."

Forts grinned and kissed my cheek. "Ah, but Denis and Marcus did."

I hugged him, "What would I do without you? I wondered what was in all that
luggage."

"Err, there is something else I should probably tell you."

I stepped back, "Forts!"

"It's nothing bad, I promise... I had Mishcon arrange for the sapphire and
diamond necklace, bracelet and earrings to be brought over. I had them put
in your mum's room so she can wear them tonight."

"You planned dressing up for dinner all along, didn't you?"

He gave me one of his smiles. What could I do but kiss him again.

"I am not interrupting, am I?"

I turned to Gethin, "You could never interrupt us."

He smiled and wrapped his arms round us both, kissing us both on the
cheeks. "You don't know how much I love you two." He squeezed us
again. "There is just one thing," he continued, "Darius and I only have the
clothes we are in. I hope you don't mind two guys in uniform at the table."

I kissed Gethin and winked at Forts, "Oh, lovely, two men in uniform."

*

There was a gentle ring of the lift bell as the attendant opened the doors
on the ground floor. I could see Mum and Dad were already waiting for us
and standing alongside them, the Princess Alexandra Maloshia.

I grabbed Fort's arm. "Forts, what is she doing here?"

"Davy, Dima invited her."

"Really, why?"

"Come on, don't be like that, she is my cousin."

I shook my head, "Is there anything else you have forgotten... to mention?"

"Davy. Please, she is just here for dinner."

As we approached, Mum and Alexandra gave a curtsey to Forts, while Dad gave
a rigid head bow. Forts just shook his head, smiling.

Dima crossed to Alexandra and greeted her warmly. Together they approached
Forts and I.

Alexandra smiled sweetly, "Your Imperial Highness..." then a sickly giggle,
followed by, "Forts." She smiled and curtseyed again. Then I am sure it was
an afterthought, "Davy, how lovely to see you again too."

I nodded, fixing my smile. "Princess," then moved away to talk to Mum,
leaving her with Dima and Forts.

Moments later, the General Manager appeared, he spoke briefly to Forts and
had us form up to enter the restaurant. I heard Mum excitedly whispering,
"Thank you, Drageon. This is so exciting."

Forts answered, "It was all Davy's idea." It hadn't been, but Mum turned
back to me and mouthed, "Thank you, Davy." Forts gave me a smile and a
loving wink.

As the General Manager led us through the doors into the Riverside
Restaurant dining area, I smiled to myself hearing the gasps of the other
diners.

"This way, Your Imperial Highness."

I couldn't believe it as the chamber orchestra began playing, "God Save the
Tsar."

I caught Forts' look as he shook his head. It made me shudder, how close
had he been to being hailed as Tsar Nicholas III. I put the thought from my
head, determined to enjoy the evening for what it was.

Forts was just in front of me with mum on his arm. I felt so proud of them
both. Mum was in a beautiful, silver and white evening dress, the perfect
deep blue sapphire and diamond necklace, bracelet and earrings looked
amazing on her. I could see more than one pair of envious ladies' eyes
watching her as we made our way to the table.

Forts, well he was in his white uniform tunic, embroidered in silver
bullion. The heavy silver braided epaulets with thick tassels emphasising
his broad shoulders. His chest, like mine, was sparkling in the light as
his award diamond stars shimmered and glistened. The silk turquoise sash of
the Order of St Andrew, with the diamond broach belonging to Katherine the
Great, a gift from Theodora, completed what was an amazing look. He looked
every bit a fairy-tale prince.

I was next to Dad. I was similarly dressed to Forts, Dad in evening
suit. Immediately behind me on his own was Vlad, dressed in his black
priestly robes, complete with black Kalimavkion and a huge cross. Next came
Dima and Alexandra. Dima resplendent in the dress uniform of the
Preobrazhensky Life Guards Regiment. Bringing up the rear were Gethin and
Darius, both in their uniforms.

I was sure a few of the other diners raised themselves and gave curtseys
and bows as Forts and Mum passed. As we all sat down, I could see Darius
whispering to Gethin. The Major didn't look too happy; I saw Gethin touch
him on the arm and managed to make out the words, "Give them tonight... But
I know what you mean."

I wasn't sure who had arranged the seating plan round the table, but Forts
was sitting in the middle. Mum on one side of him and the Princess
Alexandra on the other. I suspected it was Dima's doing. Me, I seemed as
far away from Forts as it seemed possible to be to me.

The meal, as you would expect, was absolutely fantastic. Again, unknown to
me, Forts had ordered beef wellington for our main course. As the army of
waiters surrounding our table were getting ready to carve and serve it; but
wait, I am jumping ahead.

The entrιe plates had just been cleared. I was again in deep
conversation with Gethin when I heard a commotion over by Forts and
Mum. Mum and the Princess shrieked, this was followed by the alarmed gasps
and cries from the other diners around us.

Startled, I had looked up to see Darius flying towards Forts. He had leapt
up from his seat at the first cry and had pushed an older man away from
him. Darius was now standing protectively in front of a startled looking
Forts, while the other man lay cowering on the carpet a few feet away.

Darius barked at Forts, "Are you okay, Your Imperial Highness?" He turned
back to face the man placing his own body firmly between him and
Forts. Gethin and I jumped up, Forts was glancing round, his face betraying
his confusion and shock.

"I am fine. He didn't manage to reach me... Ladies, are you okay?"

Mum and the Princess both nodded.

I heard a broken Russian and English voice, "I meant you no harm, Your
Imperial Highness. I stumbled as I approached you."

I heard Darius bark at Forts, "Stay back, Your Imperial Highness." Darius
was standing, the palm of one hand pointing at Forts, the other at the man
on the carpet.

For a few seconds, confusion had reigned. Darius ordered the hotel staff to
get the General Manager and security.

Forts was still looking confused. He stepped forward as I got to his
side. Darius was still standing between Forts and the man, he indicated
quite forcefully for Forts to stop. "No! Your Highness, stay there."

I took hold of Forts' arm. He glanced at me, then smiled. "You had better
stay back Davy, keep you safe... Just in case."

"Forts, it's you we are worried about."

Forts winked, "Not me, I am worried about you." I squeezed his arm. God, I
loved my Prince.

The Savoy's General Manager hurried over with a number of security guards,
he glanced between Forts and the old man.

Disbelieving, I watched as the old man, crawled onto his knees and held his
hand up in supplication. Stuttering out in broken English mixed with some
Russian, "I would never hurt your Imperial Highness; I knew your father and
mother."

Forts glanced at me, now obviously really confused.

Darius shook his head and stayed between us all. "Stay where you are!" he
growled at the man.

The General Manager moved towards the man kneeling on the carpet. His eyes
fixed on him. His face suddenly changing as he realised he recognised
him. The Manager's eyes betrayed the rising panic he was obviously
feeling. He turned and bowed to Forts. "Your Imperial Highness, please
accept my profuse apologies. I don't know what can have possessed the Count
Samara."

Forts glanced at me and back at the Manager, "Did you say, Count Samara?"

"Yes, Your Imperial Highness, this gentleman is the Count of Samara, once
part of the Imperial Russian Empire."

Forts' demeanour changed immediately, he glanced round, "Dima, help the
Count of Samara up please."

I hadn't really noticed his arrival beside us, but Gethin was now on one
side of Forts and I, and Darius on the other. Dima was immediately to Forts
right arm. No sooner had the old man been helped up, he bowed from the
waist and stepped towards Forts. He dropped to one knee and reached for
Forts' hand. Once more speaking in broken English, smattered with
occasional Russian words. "Please forgive me, Your Imperial Highness." A
tear formed and rolled down his cheek. He seemed to be searching for the
correct words. "I knew your father, Prince Pytor Drageonivanov. You are the
absolute image of him, I knew you had to be his son. I am sorry. I just
wanted to meet you."

Forts turned to Dima. I heard him whisper, "How come I have never met him?
I thought I had met all the Russian aristocrats in Britain."

Dima shook his head. "I thought you had. Although I have heard of the Count
of Samara."

Forts glanced at me and stepped towards the Count, proffering his
hand. Darius went to move between them, but Forts signalled for him to
wait. "It's okay." The Count took Forts' hand and kissed it, bowing.

Dima began speaking in Russian to the Count, alas too quickly for me to
fully understand. The Count nodded and stood slowly; he bowed again. "I am
sorry to have disturbed your meal, Your Imperial Highness."

Forts held on to his hand, "Count no apology necessary..."

He then turned back to Vlad. "Father Vladimir, sorry, can you make sure the
Count is okay after his ordeal? If he would like, I will meet with him
tomorrow."

"His ordeal?" I couldn't stop myself. "FORTS!"

"Davy, everything is okay." He gave me a reassuring smile. "He is just an
old man who wanted to meet me. Unfortunately, he stumbled and fell towards
me. I over reacted. Everything is okay. I am fine. There is no harm done,
look."

I shook my head, there was Forts again, showing his consummate compassion
and goodness.

Vladimir nodded, moved forward to the Count, and began speaking in Russian
to him. I heard the Count speak again, "I meant him no harm. I promise."
Father Vladimir, reassuring took his arm and with the General Manager
leading the way, escorted the Count out of the room.

I took Forts' hand, "Are you sure you are okay?"

He nodded, "Can you believe it? He knew my parents."

"Forts! Stop being nice. He could have been anyone."

"Davy, it's okay, He was no threat... Please..."

I heard Darius, his voice slightly raised, speaking to Gethin just to our
side, "I should never have agreed to this meal, it is nothing but a
spectacle!... Look at the way they are all dressed." He shook his head,
obviously annoyed at allowing himself to be swayed; he had expressed
reservations earlier when he heard we would be getting dressed up to
eat. He mumbled on, "Not without a lot more planning. This meal should
end. I can't keep him safe here."

Gethin's voice remained calm and reassuring as always, "Just let them enjoy
tonight. Everyone is fine, there is no problem. Forts is okay, please."

Darius knew he was defeated and nodded. They both resumed their seats. Vlad
reappeared with the General Manager a few moments later. I watched Vlad
whisper something to Forts, who nodded and smiled. "I want you there to
translate for me." Vlad nodded and gave a head bow before going back to his
seat.

The General Manager shuffled forwards next. I couldn't hear what he said,
but again Forts nodded and added, "Yes, for everyone here, with my
apologies for disturbing their meals."

The General Manager bowed and moved away. Like I said, I didn't know what
had been said, but a few moments later, I saw the waiters in the restaurant
moving between the tables, serving complimentary drinks. I looked over at
Forts and shook my head; he just winked at me and smiled.

Forts was now back in full control. He stood, and in a low voice he
apologised to everyone at our table and, with a flash of his famous smile,
invited us all to enjoy the Beef Wellington. I saw him wink at Mum as he
sat down; she beamed. I was sure she loved him now every bit as much as she
loved me; maybe more. I felt all warm inside; I loved him so much.

Thankfully, the meal passed without any further incident. We actually left
the restaurant to polite applause. Forts invited everyone to our suite to
have a final drink and chat. Darius looked visibly relieved as the suite
door closed behind us all with a reassuring solid clunk.

Mum, Dad and Alexandra didn't stay much longer. I think Mum was a bit
tipsy, Forts was grinning and giggling as she threw her arms round his neck
and kissed him, her jewels going everywhere. I went to his rescue, "Mum,
put him down and remember those were just a loan for tonight, you can't
take them home."

She looked all sad holding the large sapphire in the centre of the
necklace. "Please..."

Forts shook his head and winked, mouthing, "Sorry." The rest of us
laughed. Well, apart from Dad, he was muttering about how he was sorry that
Mum was drunk as he ushered her out. We would see them again the following
morning.


**

Gethin takes up the story

Darius pulled me aside when we got back to Forts' and Davys' suite. I could
see he was not happy. "Gethin, I don't think this is going to work. I like
the chaps, but..."

I stood listening with growing concern. "Darius, please, I know you are the
right man for the job. You have to remember these are just boys, really,
thrust into a crazy world. Remember what we were like as teenagers?" I felt
a warm feeling flood through me. Darius had been my very first secret love;
I hadn't even told Callum about him.

"Gethin, but I don't think they can cope with the restrictions I would want
to place on them... Look at tonight. They couldn't have been more obvious
if they had tried."

"Yes, I know, but nothing aside from us all being in a private room would
have made any difference to that chap the Count, approaching him. Please,
don't make a hasty decision. All of you have to get to know each other, and
get comfortable with each other... please... Darius."

He nodded, "Okay, but only because it is you asking, let's see how it
goes."

*

"Good night, Gethin... Did I tell you how dashing you look in your
uniform... Oh and you..."

Darius winked and laughed at me as I untangled myself from a giggling
Davy's mum. She moved towards Darius, he managed a rather swift
sidestep. Davy's dad, grabbed her arm, apologising profusely, as he eased
her out of the door.

"Good night, everyone." She giggled as the door closed, and they were gone.

With Davy's mum and dad now gone, we all grabbed a seat and got
comfortable. I suppose we chaps felt we could relax a bit more. Forts led
the way, he unbuttoned his collar and several of his tunic buttons, then
kicked off his black shoes and wiggled his toes. "Oh, that feels better."

Vlad followed, tossing off his Kalimavkion and cross, quickly followed by
his shoes, then standing he pulled his outer robe off, before plonking back
down on the couch.

I looked over at Davy, "What about you?"

He smiled, "I am going to go and put my house coat on again. I can't wait
to get out of this lot." He said, pulling at the neck of his tunic.

Forts leapt up, "Great idea! Everyone back in five minutes, only house
coats allowed!" Before anyone could answer, he had pinched Davy's bum and
was putting his arm round him and dragging him out of the room, both of
them giggling. It was a joy to hear them so happy. I glanced at Darius, he
just nodded; he knew what my look meant.

Dima looked at Vlad and me, "Well, you heard his Imperial Highness... house
coats." He vanished, quickly followed by Vlad.

Darius looked at me, "Is he serious?"

"He certainly is, come on." I held out my hand to Darius to help him out of
the chair.

Before he stood, Darius finished off his drink, "I am not letting this go
to waste. I am well behind you all already."

I nodded, he smiled and laughed as I added, "I told you the Court of Forts
and Davy was a bizarre one... But it is great fun... Come on, give it a
try."

Darius smiled, "Well, house coats it is then."

*

Probably nearer fifteen minutes later, Darius and I re-entered the sitting
room. The record player was on and Davy was belting out the wartime
classic, "We'll Hang Out the Washing on the Siegfried Line," complete with
all the movements. The funniest thing was Forts and Vlad were alongside him
in fits of laughter, trying to copy the dance. The three of them, all fit
young men in short, some would say indecently short, white house coats,
hairy legs, and big feet plodding about on the carpet. Dima, as always, was
sitting, looking bemused at the surrounding antics on the couch.

"We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line, have you any
dirty washing, mother dear." Poor Forts definitely couldn't sing.

The three of them started the 'rub a dub' clothes washing action, first to
the left, then to the right. Each movement of them bending forward, raising
the back of their house coats and giving Darius and I, a flash of their
gorgeous arses. Then the spin, hand raised; more cocks, balls and arses,
finally the goose step, more swinging cocks and balls.

Darius grinned at me, "Christ, Forts is hung like you."

"He certainly is." I winked back. Davy gestured for us to join in, Forts
was now trying to get Dima up, but he was having none of it. That was when,
with a cheeky grin, he spotted Darius and me.

"Come on, you two. This bloody miserable Russian won't dance!" He was
giggling, his champagne glass swaying precariously in his hand.

Dima laughed. "Hey you're a miserable bloody Russian too... Your Imperial
Highness."

Darius smiled and whispered, "That's true, that's what I am finding hard,
you couldn't get anyone less Royal than Forts."

"I told you he hates all that stuffy stuff. Only ever uses it to bring
pleasure to others... like Davy's Mum earlier... all that dressing up and
show was only for her."

Darius nodded sagely.

I grabbed him, "Come on. I am sure you know this one."

Darius hesitated, he looked a little concerned, "Err, this is a bit short
for dancing... Well for anything, actually." He pulled on the hem of his
house coat.

Forts had obviously heard him and pulled up the front of his house coat,
revealing his fat cock and balls. "No secrets here. Come on!"

I winked at Darius, who was standing staring, shaking his head,
open-mouthed at Forts' heavy, long cock as it swung about.

"I told you the Court of Forts and Davy was great fun, come on." I lifted
the hem of my house coat, showing off my cock and balls too. That was it,
Davy giggled and whispered to Vlad, next thing they both lifted the front
of their house coats.

Forts grinned round at Dima, "Come on, show him!"

Dima shook his head, smiling, and quickly flashed his cock and balls at
Darius.

Darius grinned, "Well, if it's that sort of party." He turned to Forts,
Dima and me. "I am not embarrassing myself dancing next to you three hung
donkeys." He quickly joined Davy and Vlad and the dancing continued, and
the drink flowed. Even Dima joined in ... eventually... and under orders
from Forts.

It was great to see the male bonding taking place. Large quantities of
alcohol were consumed, jokes told, and hugs exchanged. Darius, once he
relaxed, seemed to be having great fun. He even joined Davy singing, he was
pretty good.

Somehow, I can't remember whose idea it was, but four of us ended up out on
the balcony overlooking the River Thames. Thankfully the Luftwaffe didn't
visit tonight. I was standing looking out over the dark London skyline when
I felt a hand round my waist, I glanced round it was Darius.

I smiled at him, "Well?"

He nodded, "You are right, they are amazing." He snuggled into me. I felt
his head rest on my shoulders. "Gethin... Do you ever... wonder... "

"Darius please,... don't..."

He lifted his head, and I felt him nod, "Of course, you're right... sorry."

I exhaled, fighting hard to keep my emotions under control. Darius moved
away from me slightly, "How is Callum?"

I swallowed, exhaling again. "Oh, he is fine... busy, or he would have been
here too."

Before Darius could answer, Big Ben began the first of its Westminster
chimes, climaxing in two final long bongs.

"Two O'clock, what are you two up to?"

Davy wrapped his arms round me.

"Just reminiscing..."

Davy squeezed me and smiled at Darius, "I thought you two must have a past,
the way you react to each other."

I felt myself tense. Davy felt it and looked into my eyes. "It's okay to
love someone Gethin."

I hugged him, "Davy, I have never told Callum about it... can you
understand?"

He squeezed me back and took Darius' hand, "We all have secrets..."


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