Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2022 16:06:56 +0100 (BST)
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Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 132b

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We lay, our chests heaving. He licked my neck, giggling, "You are a
natural."

I am sure I blushed AGAIN.

"Will, Colin, where are you?" The voice calling, followed by the clump of
heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs, had both of us jumping up and
scrabbling for our clothes.

"Ah, there you both are."

Will spoke first, "Hello Denis, sorry we were both just having lunch."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 132b -

Forts continues the story

Mishcon was shuffling a wad of papers as Dima and I entered. Sitting next
to him on the desk was a strong looking padlocked wooden box.

He stood, "Good morning Forts, Prince Dima."

I smiled, "Is that the box Count Samara was sending me?"

Mishcon nodded and heaved the box across the table to me.

"Forts, I wonder if you realise exactly how much of this stuff Count Samara
is buying up, and the cost?"

I glanced at Dima, then back at Mishcon.

"If you mean, do I realise how many irreplaceable works of Russian Imperial
art he is buying to save them from being broken up? The answer is yes, I
do."

Mishcon sighed, "But the cost, Forts."

Dima chuckled.

I smiled at Mishcon, "Have I run out of money, then?" I asked, winking at
Dima.

Mishcon signed, "No, of course not."

"Nearly?" I asked, toying with him.

"No, not even nearly."

"So, what is the problem?"

Mishcon shook his head, "There isn't one."

"Good, oh, did he give you the key to the padlock?"

Mishcon nodded, rummaging in his trouser pocket. "Yes, here it is, I nearly
forgot." With the key in his hand, he took out another small leather box
from his inside jacket pocket. The box was blue leather and had an Imperial
Russian cypher in gold on it. "He said you are expecting this too, he hopes
you will like it."

He slid the box over to me with the key.

"Yes, he told me he had managed to buy this." I pressed the claps and
opened the case.

Dima shuffled closer, "What is it?" He gasped, "It is a Panagia! Is it for
Father Vladimir?"

I nodded, "Yes, I want him to have it to thank him for all he has done for
Davy and me."

Mishcon leant over the table, "What is it?"

Dima shook his head, "Mishcon, you are a Philistine! It is a jewelled icon
worn round a priest's neck, see it has a gold chain."

Dima removed it from the box, it shimmered in the light.

"Is that solid gold?" Mishcon leant closer.

"Yes, inlaid with enamel, sapphires, rubies, pearls, and diamonds."

Dima held it up so Mishcon could see it clearly.

"My god, it is beautiful... It must have cost a..."

I chuckled, "Mishcon, NO!"

Mishcon sat down smiling as Dima placed the Panagia back into its case.

I picked up the small bronze key and undid the padlock on the wooden box,
"I am hoping Vlad is going to love this, too."

Dima looked at me quizzically, "What is it?"

I winked and removed the padlock, then lifted the hasp, "Ready?"

Dima nodded, I even sensed Mishcon lean forward. I lifted the lid.

"My GOD!" Dima gasped. He reached for one of the engraved silver gilt
candlesticks, he turned it over in his hands and then looked at the
bottom. "Forts, this is Nicholls and Plincke."

Mishcon, had now joined us on our side of the table, "Who are they?"

Dima shook his head, "You mean, who were they!... Only one of the foremost
Russian Imperial Jewellers."

"What is it?" Mishcon lifted out one of the silver gilt plates."

Dima shook his head, "It is an Orthodox Liturgical set."

Mishcon cocked his head, "Sorry, but what's that?"

Dima guffawed, shaking his head.

I took the plate from Mishcon's hands and placed it back in the box. "It is
a set of religious altar pieces to be used by a priest."

Mishcon still didn't get it, "And you brought it for Father Vladimir?"

"Yes, and to save it from being melted down."

Mishcon shook his head, "Who is selling all this stuff?"

Dima glanced up at him, "Russians families in exile. It is all they have!"

Mishcon sat down once more, suitably chastised and realising how
insensitive he had been.

Dima had his head now buried in the box, carefully removing each piece and
setting them out on the desk. It all there were twelve stunning pieces of
silver gilt.

"It is amazing, all of this is solid silver washed in gold, just amazing."

Almost reverently, Dima picked up the Orthodox cross and kissed it, then
offered it to my mouth. I kissed it too.

He placed it back on to the table and took my hand, "Oh Forts, Vlad is
going to be so grateful, this is amazing."

I nodded, "I hope so. I want him to use it in the chapel until Theodora is
finally laid to rest in the mausoleum, and then he can use it in the chapel
being constructed at Pittodrie."

Dima nodded earnestly, "Yes, that will be lovely." He took my hand again,
"Forts, it is also so important Draco is brought up in the true faith."

I nodded, but didn't answer. I would have to speak to Davy before I agreed
to that.

Mishcon gave a little cough. I looked up and smiled, "Dima, Mishcon is
ready to move on."

Dima gave a slight bow, "Yes, sorry Prince," and resumed his seat.

Mishcon picked up another folder, I could see the word, Krillp, handwritten
along the top.

Mishcon opened it, "Forts, as you instructed, I engaged a well know firm of
New York attorneys. They have contacted the Grand Duke Krillp and shown him
copies of the documents we hold."

"And?" Mishcon was talking far too slowly for me. "What did he say?"

Mishcon shook his head, "It appears very little. He apparently became very
agitated having read the documents and then threw them back at your
representatives before storming out shouting, 'agreed'."

"Agreed?... What did he agree to?"

Mishcon seemed to be searching for the relevant passage, "Well Forts, if
you remember. We insisted that he 'Cease and desist,' with his accusations
about Theodora, Draco and you, both in private and public, and instead make
a public apology to Draco and yourself recognising your positions and
titles. And further that, he makes a substantial donation to one of
Theodora's charities."

"Well, has he done these things?" Dima snapped.

Mishcon nodded, "I am having a copy sent over, but he placed an article in
the New York Times, recognising and celebrating the birth of His Imperial
Highness, The Grand Duke Draco Drageonivanov, Romanov, to the Grand
Duchess, Theodora Petrovich and His Imperial Highness, The Grand Duke,
Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov. Offering his profuse apologies for the
delay in welcoming him to the family... Then something about wartime
confusion. It ends with him giving one million dollars to the Grand Duchess
Theodora's estate to be used for charitable works."

"Has he?" Dima hissed.

"Actually Prince, yes he has. The money was transferred to my office and is
now in one of the accounts for Draco."

"How much is that in pounds?"

Mishcon glanced down again, "Roughly, two hundred and fifty thousand
pounds."

I nodded. I had to bite my lip. I felt my eyes watering. "Thank you
Mishcon. This has been worrying me more than anything else."

Dima took my arm, "You should press your advantage Forts. Make him suffer
for what he said about Theodora, Draco and you."

I shook my head, "Dima, that is not my style, you know that... In fact, if
it hadn't been for Count Samara having those documents... It would have
been us apologising. What he said was basically true, I am the father of
Draco and I wasn't married to your sister. We will let sleeping dogs lie
now, my friend."

Dima sighed and then nodded.

I looked up at Mishcon, "Is there anything else?"

He nodded. "A couple of things."

He swapped files. "I understand that you have asked the architect to move
the Daphne memorial inside the mausoleum, is that correct?"

"Yes. I thought it would keep it safer and it would look good sitting
against the wall in the front trefoil. He assured me there would still be
plenty of room."

"Changing the plan at this late stage will add to the cost..."

"Mishcon, it is what I want!"

Mishcon nodded and scribbled a quick note on the file and then picked up
another.

"And finally, the transfer of the Orphanage from London up here. The issue
seems to be a suitable premises."

I nodded. With our sensible heads on, it was obvious the Castle couldn't
accommodate anyone else and Pittodrie House was full now, being used for
the further education department, we needed another building.

"I might have a solution, however."

"Go on."

"One of your neighbours at Pittodrie is selling up. Their house," He
chuckled, "I say house, it is a huge Victorian hunting lodge. It is
actually surrounded by the Pittodrie estate. Purchasing it will allow you
to own all the land there and give you a nice large Victorian hunting lodge
to turn into a children's home."

"Buy it!"

Mishcon glanced from me to Dima, "Surely you want to see it first, Forts?"

I shook my head, "No, I promised Davy the orphanage would be moved up
here. So please, go ahead and buy it. No penny pinching Mishcon, make sure
we get it! Once we have, let me know and I will tell Davy. Until then, I
don't want either of you to say a word about it in front of him."

Mishcon laughed, "Don't you want to know what the name of the place is?"

"Okay, go on."

"Downe House."

"Buy it! Get on to it today."


**

Vlad continues the story

I had never been called for over the tannoy before. Nervously, I made my
way to the room as requested. What could have happened that needed a
priest?

Forts, Davy, and Dima met me, all smiling.

"Is everything okay?"

"Come in, come in."

Now they were all grinning, I was starting to feel uncomfortable. "What is
it?"

Synchronised, they parted, revealing the covered table behind them. All of
them were still grinning.

"What?" I looked at the covered table.

Forts took hold of one end of the cover, beaming with one of his smiles.

"It gives me great pleasure to present you with this."

He pulled the cloth away.

I gasped, "Oh, my goodness."

Laid out on the table was a highly decorated gilt Orthodox Liturgical
set. I picked up the gold hand cross, staggering to really take it all in.

Dima moved next to me, "Forts would like you to use it in the chapel here
until Theodora is finally laid to rest in the mausoleum, then it can be
moved to the chapel at Pittodrie House."

I stoked the cross' surface. "It's Russian isn't it...?"

Dima nodded, "It is Imperial Russian, solid silver gilt, made by Nicholls
and Plincke."

I looked at Forts, "This must have cost a small fortune! I can't accept
this."

Forts embraced me, "Not you too."

He smiled at Davy, "Davy keeps saying the same. So, think of it as you are
looking after it for future generations."

Davy took my hand and giggled, "That's what he told me about the Faberge
things he brought me for my birthday."

I was stunned, but Forts hadn't finished, he handed me another blue leather
box with an Imperial cypher on it. "Vlad, I want you to have this, too, in
recognition of all you have done for Davy, Dima, and me... and
for... Theodora." Forts' voice cracked and he hugged me.

I opened the case, "Forts, I can't..."

He smiled, "Oh yes you can. Think of it as you..."

Davy, Dima and I joined in, "Are looking after it for future generations."


**

Harding continues the story

I sat looking at the pathetic lad laying in the bed in front of me. Lillis
could only mumble until his jaw healed, he wouldn't be able to speak
properly. I gave him a drink through a straw. His eyes looked so sad. He
just lay all day staring at the wall. No one wanted to talk to him, he knew
that, not even his father.

I had gotten a real shock to see how the Marquess of Dunbar had treated his
son. He hadn't even spoken to him when they came face to face as we exited
the ambulance. He just shook his head, got into his car, and then had his
chauffeur drive away, despite his son's cries of "Father, please."

No matter what he had done, no kid deserved to be treated like that by his
own father. I decided to raise it in the staffroom that evening.

*

I waited until everyone was sitting chatting. Chris had made sure Forts and
Davy were there, too. I was learning fast. Forts was an amazing young man
with compassion by the bucket full. That being said, he was also the person
who had the most to hate Lillis for. But if I could win Chris over to my
idea, I had a chance with Forts, too, I thought.

"Chaps," I stood, feeling everyone's eyes on me. "I want to talk to you
about Lillis."

Forts exhaled and shook his head, "Is he still here?"

"He is."

Forts stood, "Well, if you are going to talk about him I have somewhere
else to be."

I glanced at Chris, my eyes pleading for his help. I saw it wasn't easy for
Chris either.

He stood and touched Forts' arm. "Forts, please wait, hear Con out. Please,
for me."

Forts sighed, "Only because you asked me like that, I am doing this for
you." He smiled at Chris and both of them sat down once more.

"Thank you Forts." I made eye contact with him, hoping he knew I was
sincere.

"As you all know, I have been sitting with Lillis for a few days now. In
all that time, no one has come to see him, or even enquired how he is."

"Do you seriously expect us to?" Forts snapped.

"No one deserves to be treated like that Forts, you know that." It was
Vlad.

Forts huffed, "Well, you visit him then!"

Vlad looked disappointed, he looked at me, "Professor, I would like to do
that if you think he would see me. I know what it is like not to feel
wanted or loved."

Forts glared at him.

I continued, "I don't think all of you know, but his father came to the
castle the other day, ostensibly, to see his son and find out what had been
happening. Athol and Forts both spoke to him."

Both Athol and Forts shuffled in their seats, now watching and listening to
me closely.

"As a result of what they told him, Lord Dunbar left the castle without
even speaking to his son. Even though the two of them came face to face,
his father turned his back on Lillis and drove away... I can't begin to
imagine how that felt. Your own flesh and blood abandoning you... Cutting
you adrift. To hear that boy calling, 'Father Please, Father please,' was
nothing short of heart-breaking."

Forts slumped back in his seat, snarling, "So, it is our fault now! You
can't be serious?"

Athol shook his head, "Son, please, it was awful to see... All he wanted
was for his father to acknowledge him. I know how that..." his voice faded.

I glanced at Athol. He was wiping his eyes with his hankie, then stared at
the carpet.

I saw Forts glance at his Dad.

I pressed on, "Some of us grew up without a loving family, unloved, in
fact."

I felt Forts' eyes lock on me, challenging me to continue. We still hadn't
really spoken about how he had threatened to sack me if I didn't check
Draco first rather than Lillis. The atmosphere was tense.

Davy took Forts' hand and shuffled closer to him, whispering to him.

I stared directly at Forts, realising my next words may well be my
last. "But they were warmly embraced and loved even though they were
strangers to their blood families."

Forts looked like he was going to explode. Davy was now whispering ten to
the dozen in his ear while stroking his hand. Gradually Forts' face
softened, and I could see he was processing what Davy and I had said, just
like Athol had moments before.

No one said a word. Then, with the silence becoming unbearable, Forts
snapped, "Okay, what do you want us to do?"

I looked at Vlad, sure he would come up with better words than me.

He smiled and leant forward towards the assembled group, "Show him some
love and compassion." He paused, "It seems Lillis is struggling with who he
is and where he fits in the world, and struggling to cope with his father
and us rejecting him totally."

"That's the way the English aristocracy treats its children. It's character
building, apparently." Archie grumbled.

"It's not just the English aristocracy." Athol blew his nose as Archie put
his arm round him.

I saw Forts nod and turn to Davy, they looked deeply into each other's
eyes.

Davy's voice was barely a whisper, "Draco wasn't seriously hurt."

Forts nodded again and then turned to me. "So, what are you recommending?"

"I would like to get Professor Hamilton to come and see him. I don't think
he is mad, just lost. But Hamilton would be able to give us his
professional opinion... But that will cost money."

Forts shook his head, "Money is not a problem, I will pay. Go ahead and get
Professor Hamilton to see him if you think it will help."

Davy gave Forts a kiss and hugged him.

As I felt the emotions rising in me, I wanted to do the same.  Instead, I
mouthed, "Thank you." I meant it too.


**

Davy takes up the story the following morning

I wasn't happy. Here I was, sat on this bloody horse again. Neither Dima,
McPhee, Darius nor bloody Forts would tell me why, just that it was
important.

Forts came running out of the Castle grinning. He paused as he went to
mount Pegasus, glancing back at the Castle. Mishcon was by the door and
gave a wave.

Forts leapt up on to Pegasus and called back to Mishcon, "Thank you,
again!"

Forts turned and smiled, "Sorry about that, come on everyone."

"What was that all about?"

He winked and flashed me one of his smiles, "Oh, nothing."

"Forts! Tell me."

He shook his head, going, "Uh, uh."

"FORTS! Well, at least tell me where we are we going?"

Forts flashed me another smile. Exasperated, I turned to McPhee, Darius,
and Dima, "Come on, one of you tell me why I am on this bloody horse
again!"

No one did. They were all now laughing at me and tapping their noses as I
fumed.

I stopped Baxter, "Right, I am not going" I snapped petulantly!

Forts shook his head and pouted, then smiled at me, "Don't you trust me?"

"NO!"

He threw his head back and laughed, "Did you hear that, chaps?"

More laughter. Forts was now alongside me, on the prancing Pegasus. He
smiled again, "Come on Davy, trust me."

"No."

He laughed again and smacked Baxter across the rump. I had to grab the
reins as Baxter broke into a trot, we were off. "Forts! I hate you!" I
shouted after him.

Another cascade of laughter from everyone else. It looked like I was going
no matter what I wanted.

McPhee circled back to me on Hunter, "Come on, Mr Grumpy, smile."

I ignored him. He blew me an air kiss. He smiled again and mouthed, "Come
on, you will be so pleased." Then turned to the others and, with a kick to
Hunter's flanks, he shouted out, "Last one to Pittodrie is a Mary."

Well, at least I knew where I was going now. I kicked Baxter on, thinking,
if you can't beat them, join them.

*

We had just turned on to the Pittodrie carriage driveway when Forts shouted
to McPhee and Dima, "You go on ahead. Join us later."

The two of them spurred their horses on and disappeared off towards the
house and stables.

Forts manoeuvred Pegasus alongside Baxter and me. "Darius, have you got the
blindfold?"

I glanced at Darius, he smiled and took a piece of black cloth out of his
pocket and handed it to Forts.

"Lean over." Forts was grinning at me.

"What? You have to be kidding. I am not wearing a blindfold while sat on
this thing."

Forts became serious, "Come on, trust me."

"Forts, you said no more surprises."

"I lied," he chuckled, "But you will really like this one."

So here I was, blindfolded on a horse being led by Forts and Darius, who
knows where.

We moved off slowly, my knees gripped Baxter's side like a vice.

"Duck!"

"Shit!" I dived forward. My face ending up buried in Baxter's mane.

Forts started laughing. "Oh, you're okay. Sorry, it was miles away."

Disorientated, I sat back up, "That's NOT bloody funny... DRAGEON!"

Forts was trying to stifle his laughter. I could hear Darius was chuckling
now too, "Oh, you better be careful Forts. He is using your proper name
now."

With that, Baxter stopped, and I heard a slight thud. Forts' hand was on my
leg. "Down you come. I will catch you."

I jumped down, Forts good to his word guiding me down.

"Forts, can I take this off now?"

"Not yet, one more minute." He kissed my cheek.

Slowly, I was led on to a gravel path. "Right, now you can take the
blindfold off."

I reached up and undid the loose knot, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the
morning sunlight. I was standing in front of an impressive looking old
Manor House. I looked round at Forts, he was grinning.

"What's this?"

Forts hugged me and swung me round, "Unless I am very much mistaken, it is
the Downe House Home for Boys."

I stood open-mouthed, glancing between Forts and the Manor House. "You
brought this for the Boy's Home?"

He nodded, grinning, "Come on, it is amazing. Mishcon made an offer
yesterday, and they accepted it. He gave me the keys this morning."

"But, but, but."

Forts grabbed my hand, "I couldn't say anything, I didn't want you getting
all excited and then ending up disappointed if we didn't get it." He spun
me round, "Pittodrie is just the other side of those trees, so it is nice
and close, so you can get here easily."

"Forts, I, I,... It's beautiful."

He led me across the gravel and up to the main entrance. The building was
whitewashed, two large, no huge, bay windows formed what looked like wings
to the building.

As we got closer to the door, Darius came out, "I will wait here, the house
is secure Forts."

Forts nodded, "Thank you Darius."

*

We entered through the large double doors into a large wood panelled foyer
with numerous doors off it. I stood facing the sweeping stone staircase. At
the top of the first landing was an enormous window, filling the place with
light. At this landing the stairs split in two, one to the left, one to the
right, each of the new fights sweeping back on themselves, chased by the
ornate black and gilt wrought-iron balustrade to the second level.

Forts was beaming, "What do you think?"

I couldn't speak, I just hugged him, shaking my head.

"It's got twenty-two bedrooms, four large reception rooms and numerous
smaller rooms." He paused, "Probably not enough bathrooms, but we can get
that changed. Come on, let me show you the front room."

Forts dragged a bewildered me through one of the doors off the foyer and
into one of the main front rooms. Tall windows looked out over where we had
come in and the hills beyond. The room was huge with panelled oak walls,
oak floorboards, and with a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"It's still furnished..."

"Yes, we brought it lock, stock and barrel. It will save us having to
source furniture... Well apart from beds."

"That's super. I really want it to be like a real home for the boys." I
still couldn't believe it.

Forts kissed me again, "Come on, let me show you upstairs."

*

I ran my fingers over the wrought iron as we climbed the stairs, this place
was really great. Forts led me into one of the front rooms. "This could be
a bedroom or dormitory."

"Forts please, can we make them bedrooms, single bedrooms, no dormitories?
I want the boys to have their own rooms, like normal kids."

Forts nodded, "Whatever you want."

Together, we moved to the window. Forts smiled at me, "I wish I had had a
bedroom with a view like this."

I had to chuckle, "Me too."

Forts moved behind me, his head nuzzled into my neck. Slowly he nibbled up
to my earlobe. "Am I forgiven for keeping it a secret?"

I didn't answer, just tilted my head, giving him total access to my
neck. He let out a low moan and licked me, then blew across it. It was my
turn to moan. His lips closed on my neck and I felt his teeth nip me while
he sucked on my skin.

I reached back behind me, feeling for his hips. I gripped my thumbs through
the belt loops on either side of his jodhpurs and pulled him tight against
me. I ground my arse cheeks against his groin, feeling his cock throb and
begin to swell.

He moved up from my neck and nibbled my earlobe, "You know what is going to
happen if you keep that up, don't you?"

"I hope so," I moaned, pushing back harder. His cock was now fully hard, so
was mine, come to that. I turned to face him, looking deep into his green
eyes. "I love you so much."

He winked, "I love you too."

While he kissed me, I felt the buttons on my Jodhpurs being undone. His
fingers hooked into the waistband and began to ease them down, slowly,
carefully, over my now throbbing cock and arse. He dropped to his knees,
dragging the jodhpurs with him.

"Shit!" he tugged at the jodhpurs.

I giggled, "We should probably have taken my boots off first."

He winked up at me, nodding, then stood, "There's more than one way to skin
a cat, up you get."

Forts lifted me up on to the window seat, hoisting my legs up in the air as
I screamed with laughter.

"Hold them there!"

"Who do you think I am, Houdini?"

He laughed, undoing his Jodhpurs and releasing his throbbing cock. He
shoved them down a few inches, tucking them under his balls, "Keep your
legs up."

He advanced on me, grinning wickedly, holding his hard cock.

"Forts, lube first!"

He glanced round, seeing nothing to use, he spat on to his fingers and
began working it into my hole and on his shaft. Luckily, his bellend was
glistening and slick with precum.

"Ready?" He grinned.

"As I will ever be."

He lowered himself and shuffled forward. The fingers on the hand gripping
his cock guiding his bellend to my waiting hole. He thrust forward. I
gasped, throwing my head back, banging it loudly on the window. "Ouch!"

"Sorry, are you okay?"

I giggled, nodding as he slipped deeper into me. Then he began waving out
the window.

"What is it?" I mumbled through gritted teeth.

"It's Dima and McPhee, they are talking to Darius." Forts laughed, "I think
they thought you were knocking on the window. They all started waving."

"Shit, hurry then, before they all come up!"

He flashed me a smile and leant forward, pushing his tongue between my
lips. I moaned into his mouth as his cock stretched me open.

I let out a cry. Forts stopped and looked down at me, then smiled, "I hit
your boy nut, didn't I?"

I nodded, biting my lip. He grinned mischievously and eased back an inch or
two, and then slowly pushed forward once more. Another moan escaped my
lips, as once more his flared bellend rubbed across my boynut. "Oh, yes."

He winked and eased back again. His hand gripped my hard cock. My precum
was trickling out of my bellend, he slicked it over his fingers and began
wanking me.

"Oh, yes!" I gasped as he slid over my boynut again. Another chuckle from
him.

He increased the tempo of his thrusts. He was still concentrating on
brushing over my prostate, but his balls were now slapping lightly against
my upturned arse cheeks. His fist was getting faster and faster, wanking my
foreskin back and forth over my glans.

I felt my breathing changing. I was gasping between moans as he fucked
me. "Forts, I am going to cum."

He smiled and kept going. My first rope of cum spurted out of my throbbing
cockhead and shot several feet into the air before splattering onto the
window pane. It was joined by the second and the third, the fourth and
fifth landing on my face and chest as my orgasm ended.

Forts had stopped and was grinning down at me, "WOW! You hit the windows!"

I felt like purring as my body flooded with all those nice, calming
chemicals.

I winked at Forts, "Your turn now."

"Do you mind?"

I shook my head and reached for his hips. It didn't take Forts long to
bring himself off inside me. He collapsed forward, banging his head on the
window as he began panting on top of me. He began to laugh, "They are all
waving again."

*

Forts and I stayed entwined on the window seat.

"Are you two at it again? All I ever see are your arses." It was Chris.

We laughed and managed to get apart and dressed.

Chris grinned, "So Davy, what do you think?"

"Of the house or the shag?"

Darius chuckled from the door.

Chris smiled, "Both!"

"Both are, were excellent."

I turned to Dima. "Have you got it?"

Dima nodded and came towards me, handing me a small leather box. Now, what
you all don't know is, Count Samara had sent something up to the Castle for
me to give to Forts. What Forts didn't know was Samara was especially on
the lookout for any items which had Forts' family's crest on, and he had
found one.

Forts saw the Cyrillic initials on the box. Blurting out, "That was my real
dad's cypher!"

I nodded and handed him the box. He looked stunned and tears filled his
eyes as he opened it. Inside was a White Guilloche enamel cigarette
box. Inlaid on the lid was Forts' family's Red Dragon emblem in square cut
rubies. Forts took it in his hands and rolled it over and over.

He began to sob as he looked over at me, "Thank you, thank you."


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