Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2022 16:47:05 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 134c

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He shook his head and glanced at his watch before looking up at me, his
eyes appearing to have problems focusing on either.

He looked angry; I had been expecting a smile. "Well?" he slurred, "Where
have you been?..." He snapped indignantly. He shook his head again,
"Oh... You don't have to tell me... Brandt told me he saw you sneaking out
with Gethin... A good shag, was it? How could you today, of all days?" He
shook his head again, "I thought you loved me. This was my special
day... And I end up celebrating alone!" He looked broken-hearted, his
bottom lip quivering under his moustache. He reached for the bedside lamp
and flicked it off. His words slammed into me in the darkness... "I thought
we had decided we would only have fun when each of us were there now. I was
waiting for you to come back. I loved you." He slurred tearfully and began
drunkenly sobbing.

I was left standing in darkness. I still hadn't had a chance to speak.

"Forts, I can explain..."

He sniffed, his voice breaking like my heart, "Davy, go away."

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 134c -

Davy continues the story

I moved slowly closer to the bed. My foot kicking another empty champagne
bottle, sending it spinning across the floor.

"Shit. Put the light back on Forts."

"Go away. Go back to your boyfriend." Another sob.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Well, if I ever needed more proof that doing someone a
good turn can go tits up fast, this was it. I stripped off my clothes,
further speaking tonight was pointless. I suppose it was lucky, sitting
drinking coffee and talking with Callum and Gethin had sobered me up, or
Forts and I could have been having a real humdinger of a drunken
argument. You know the ones, a huge row about 'nothing', leaving you just
feeling silly and ashamed in the morning.

As I reached for the side of the bed, I suddenly remembered what else
Callum, of all people, had said to me years ago. 'Never go to bed following
an argument with your partner, without speaking and telling them how much
you love them, because if anything was to happen to them during the night,
you would never forgive yourself'.

I eased myself under the sheets and snuggled over to Forts' naked body. As
I pressed up against him, he grunted and turned away. Gingerly, I placed my
arm over him and my hand on his hairy chest. I spooned up tightly against
his warm body. He let out a mix of a sigh and a groan. I leant into his
neck, "Nothing happened... It's you and only you I love."

He didn't answer unless you count him grinding his bum back against me and
then the steady rhythmic breathing as he fell asleep.


**

Forts take up the story

I slowly came round. I was now awake, I think... But my eyes were still
closed. I could feel a warm body tucked up close against me. God, I hoped
it was Davy or there would be hell to pay. I slowly turned, peering out of
my half-closed eyes, phew it was Davy. He gave a little murmur as I moved
and then snuggled up against me again without waking. FUCK, my head
hurts. I went to lick my dry lips, my tongue felt like it didn't belong in
my mouth. I swallowed, trying to produce some saliva to wet it.

I peered round the room; it looked like a bomb had gone off in it. My
clothes were scattered around, mainly on the carpet, including my tunic
complete with all my decorations. There was an empty Champagne bottle on
the bedside cabinet next to two toppled Champagne flutes. God, there had
been two bottles of Champagne in that ice bucket when I had come to
bed. Had I drunk both of them?

I glanced back over my shoulder. When had Davy got back? Oh, no, it came
flooding back to me. I slowly manoeuvred myself on to my back. Davy was on
his side snuggled up to me, his hand remained on my chest as I turned. He
gave a little moan and his fingers moved in my chest hairs. I turned to
look at him. The morning light was catching his blond hair, it shimmered,
his sleeping face just beautiful, his full lips, so kissable.  I couldn't
remember a thing about last night, only the room spinning as I laid
flat... Then Davy had come back. Shit, what had I said to him?

I lay looking at the ceiling as my head throbbed, groaning to myself as I
slowly remembered. Christ, I had snogged Brandt. He had gotten all morose
that McPhee hadn't come to the ceremony. He had hoped they might spend the
night together. I closed my eyes, hoping to block it all out. So why the
fuck had I ended up snogging him? I loved Davy.

I opened my eyes as I heard the door handle turning. The door opened and
closed and then Denis' head peered into the bedroom. He saw I was awake, he
smiled and mouthed, "Morning." Now you are probably wondering why Denis was
with us and not Marcus? Well, basically, Marcus was much better with the
boys than Denis. Draco, Aaran, and Andrew seemed to like nothing better
than snuggling up to Marcus.

Denis came into the bedroom and chuckled as he glanced round the bedroom,
and began picking up my clothes. He winked, whispering, "Did you two have a
bit of a party?"

I didn't answer that question. He continued picking up clothes and another
empty bottle of Champagne from the floor as I watched.

"Denis, sorry about this, what time is it?" I tried not to speak too loud
for fear of waking Davy.

Denis came closer to the bed, "Aww, so cute, you're letting him sleep."

I forced a smile, God, my head was throbbing. I nodded, not wanting to
admit I was more worried about him waking than not waking him.

Denis glanced at his watch. "It is eight o'clock, well, just
after. Breakfast is just being served in the Officers' Mess."

"Oh, I am not sure if I fancy anything." I could feel the bile rising in my
throat just at the thought.

Denis nodded and turned away. "Wha..."

Denis went down like a sack of potatoes as he slipped on yet another empty
Champagne bottle. No wonder I felt so bad, I had drunk three of them, not
just two, which would have been bad enough.

I jumped out of bed as Denis sat up, rubbing his head. He burst out
laughing.

I reached down to help him up, "Are you okay? Why are you laughing?"

He grinned at me, still rubbing his head, "If I don't laugh, I will cry."

Having leapt up, I suddenly wasn't feeling very well either, convinced I
was now going to be sick.

"Are you two having fun?"

"Davy! It's not what it looks like. Denis slipped on a Champagne bottle and
fell and hit his head... I was just trying to help him up..."

I followed Davy's bemused gaze. I glanced down, shit my cock was rock hard
and only inches from Denis' face.

Davy burst out laughing, "Oh well that's okay then... Good morning Denis."

I helped Denis up, then was overwhelmed with a feeling of nausea as I stood
up. "I'm going to be sick." I ran for the bathroom. Strangely thankful for
the laughs of Davy and Denis accompanying me.

*

When I got back into the bedroom, Davy was sitting up with a cup of tea and
Denis had the room back in a reasonable semblance of order.

"Ah, my prince returns." Davy smiled up at me from the bed. "Denis tells me
they are serving breakfast, are you up for that?"

To be honest, I wasn't sure. "Maybe in a few minutes." I climbed onto the
bed alongside Davy and snuggled up to him, my head on his chest.

His hand stroked through my hair, "Ah, has my little Fortsy Wartsee got a
bad head? Maybe Denis can make you a 'Prairie oyster' a nice raw
egg... some Worcestershire sauce, tomato juice... That will make you feel
better."

I felt my stomach heave, "Davy, please, I will be sick again."

He leant down and kissed my head, whispering, "I love you."

I cuddled him tighter, "Davy, I am so sorry. I know what I said and I am
ashamed. I was drunk, I know you wouldn't cheat on me. You do still love
me, don't you?"

He kissed my head again, "You know I do... I am sorry too, I was only late
because Gethin and Callum looked like they were splitting up. I couldn't
let that happen just because they weren't communicating with each
other. Callum was shit faced too, so it took a while to sober him up so
they could speak sensibly."

"Tea?" Denis placed down another cup on the bedside cabinet next to Davy
and me.

I glanced up, "Thank you, Denis. You go and have some breakfast, we will be
along shortly."

Denis bowed his head and turned for the door, "I have left out your clothes
in the ensuite. I will see you both later."

As the door closed, I sat back up. "Davy, I am so sorry. I was a complete
arse last night."

Davy looked serious, "Yes, you were!" His face then broke into a big grin,
"But I still love you and you are forgiven." He kissed me on the lips, "Am
I forgiven for not being here to celebrate with you? I promise, nothing
happened other than a kiss with Gethin and Callum."

I was about to say yes, when Davy pinched the skin on my neck, "At least, I
didn't get a love bite from someone."

My heart sank. I put my hand to my neck. Davy looked at me, "Well?" Then
burst out laughing.

I looked down, "I kissed Brandt. Sorry... He was upset McPhee hadn't come
with us... It was only a kiss, I promise. I was drunk... And missing
you..."

Davy winked, "Good ending... I missed you too. Now come on, up we get or we
will miss breakfast."

I tried my puppy dog look, "Don't you want to have a snuggle?"

He grinned, "Not until your dog's breath has cleared up... Later, I
promise."

*

"Good morning everyone." I thought Davy was overly loud, wickedly so.

Davy and I entered the rather subdued Officers' Mess. It wasn't only me
feeling rough luckily.

"Your Imperial Highness, Your Grace." It was Sergeant Bob. He smiled at us
both, "This way." He showed us to the table where Athol, Archie, and Vlad
were already seated.

"Good morning, everyone."

Dad smiled, "How are you two this morning?"

Davy raised his eyebrows, chuckling, "Well, I am fine..."

"Full English?" Bob was placing down a pot of tea and two cups.

"Yes please, I am famished... What about you darling..." Davy turned to me.

I nodded, "Yes, please." I waited until Bob moved away, "Davy, you know
this is why the RSPCA was set up... to stop cruelty..."

Davy laughed, "Ahh, but you're not a dumb animal."

He squeezed my hand. I suppose I had to put up with a bit of leg
pulling... especially after what I had done.

"Air Marshall, Group Captain, good morning, this way." It was Bob.

Davy had his back to the door, he looked directly at me, whispering, "How
do they look?"

"Fine, they are even holding hands."

Davy let out a sigh of relief.

Gethin sounded positively buoyant, "Good morning everyone."

While everyone said hello, Callum leant down to Davy's ear, and I heard him
whisper, "Thank you." He kissed Davy's cheek.

Gethin leant down to me, "Thank you. You have an amazing partner, sorry we
kept him late."

They both sat down, their words confirming what a fool I had been to doubt
Davy. I could feel Davy's eyes on me. He gripped my knee under the table
and mouthed, "It's okay, you were drunk."

"Prince Chikenoff, Captain Brandt. This way."

"Good morning everyone, are we last?" Brandt smiled.

We all shuffled up and let them both sit.

Dad winked at Dima, who obviously had a hangover, "Looks like you two had a
good night."

Dima glared at him, "What do you mean?"

Dad was a bit taken aback, he glanced at Davy and me.

Brandt quickly reached for Dima's arm, "He means at the party... last
night."

Dima's smile returned, "Oh yes, of course... Great fun."

I felt Davy kick me under the table. He was thinking just what I was.

I thought I had better change the subject. "Has anyone seen Darius?"

"I just spoke to him. He is talking with Tobias. He thought you might be
able to eat your breakfast without him guarding you..." Gethin
chuckled. "Unless that fried egg is worrying you? I could get him...?"

I knew I had to put up with as much of this as they were all prepared to
dish out. "No, it will be fine."

Gethin winked, "Before you all head back to the Castle, I would like to
have a chat with Tobias, Darius and you, if that's okay?"

I felt Davy's eyes on me again. He thought for a moment, "Are we going back
today, then?"

Athol interrupted, "We have to." He glanced at Archie, "Why?"

Davy looked sad, "It doesn't matter, I would just like to have had a look
around Inverness."

My time to shine, "Dad, you don't mind if I take Davy to Inverness for the
night, do you? Gethin, Callum, why don't you come too, a nice night in a
posh hotel, just the four of us... well and Darius and Tobias, as he is
obviously going to be our additional bodyguard."

I winked at Gethin. He just blushed.

"Vlad, Dima, you are both welcome to come too."

Dima shook his head, "No, but thank you, I had better get back with Athol
and Archie."

"Vlad?"

"Forts, you have obviously forgotten, I am heading to London tomorrow to
meet the bishop and Edik."

I had.

"You want to go though, don't you, Davy?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Gethin, Callum?"

Callum looked all serious, "It depends on what my boss says."

Gethin laughed and reached for Callum's hand, squeezing it, "Well, let me
think... Yes, that would be amazing Forts."

"Great, that's settled then. Inverness, here we come!"


**

Davy picks up the story

The Station Hotel in Inverness looked magnificent. Tobias was driving the
Rolls Royce. Darius sat up front next to him with Gethin, Callum, my
darling Forts and me in the back.

Gethin peered out the window, "Tobias is driving well don't you think?" he
said to no one in particular... Well, if you don't count Forts and me.

Forts squeezed my knee. "I knew it... Okay, come on Gethin, tell us all
about him. Can he be trusted to know about Davy and me? And everyone else,
for that matter."

Gethin winked, "He was at Eton... That should answer your question."

Callum threw his head back, "No worries there Forts... All boys
together... You know the sort of thing, 'knees bent, trousers down'"

Gethin pouted, then winked. "Well, there was a bit of that..." then joined
us all, laughing.

Then you should have seen his face as the speaker crackled, "We can hear
every word, you know!" Darius was grinning at us through the security
screen. "You have to turn off the microphones..." There was laughing from
the front and then the speaker went dead.

Gethin glanced down at his elbow, "Bloody hell, I was leaning on the Speak
to the Driver switch."

That was it. We all dissolved in to laughter...

*

It didn't take long to get us all booked into the hotel. I was getting used
to all the fawning now. I glanced round the reception. Hanging on the walls
were various pictures of the rich and famous who had stayed there. The
general manager was desperate to have his photograph taken with Forts for
another wall photograph, but Darius and Tobias wouldn't hear of it. It was
strange, really. I thought to myself how very few official public
photographs existed of His Imperial Highness, Grand Duke, Prince Drageon
Drageonivanov Romanov. In fact the only one I could think of was the one
released to the papers in London at the time of Truorwskoys' death, the one
with him and Theodora.

Obviously not pleased, the rather disgruntled general manager had made sure
anyone nearby heard him addressing Forts using his full title and all the
hotel staff were definitely made aware that an important royal was amongst
them, even if he was a foreign one.

We were shown to the best suite, with Gethin and Callum, in the one next
door to us. Darius and Tobias, also nearby, but not in a suite. Forts and I
wanted the six of us all to eat our evening meals together, but once more
Darius and Tobias over ruled that. They had the hotel manager put the four
of us in the private dining room off the main dining room, while they sat
at a table beside the entrance, controlling who had access to us.

Actually, it did mean the four of us could relax. We laughed and giggled
just like old times before our lives had changed. I was so pleased to see
Callum and Gethin acting like love struck teenagers again. Forts was, as
usual, on top form, giving me the occasional loving smile and squeezing my
knee under the table. I hadn't mentioned the 'evening' at Fort George
again. What was the point?

*

Later, back in our room, it was the first time since we had left the Castle
that it was just the two of us together. Forts put on the radio. As chance
would have it, the BBC orchestra was playing Shostakovich's, Second
Waltz. You remember that was the one that Forts and I had first danced to
at the Grand Ball. Forts turned to me flashing me one of his amazing loving
smiles, he held out his hand, "Shall we?" I felt my eyes glassing up... He
had remembered.

Our heads floated on the bubbles of the champagne we had consumed at the
meal. As my love and I giddily waltzed round and round, our hearts were
full of love and joy. It was actually quite sad when it came to an end,
apart from I got to embrace and kiss him with all the passion I possessed.

Forts suddenly looked concerned as we broke apart, "Davy, Did I tell you
how sorry I am ... about you know..." I put my finger to his lips, stopping
him speaking.

His eyes focused on mine, "You know I love you more than anything, don't
you?"

I nodded and then, with a cheeky grin, glanced over at the bed, "Well,
maybe you had better show me too..."

His face erupted into one of his smiles, and he leant down and swept me off
my feet. I shrieked with laughter as he staggered over to the bed, cradling
me in his arms, before dumping me unceremoniously on to it. He jumped on
top of me and straddled me.

His lips pressed hard against mine, and his tongue slipped forcefully into
my mouth. I hugged him back, forcing my tongue back into his
mouth. Breathless, we broke apart.

"Shall we get rid of these?" Forts began pulling off his clothes. I nodded
and jumped up, quickly stripping off before jumping back onto the bed and
slipping under the sheets.

Forts was chuckling, "One minute, I need a pee." He dashed off into the
ensuite bathroom.

I lay in the bed thinking, okay, he had been out of order at Fort George,
but golly, was he making it up to me.

He came running out of the ensuite, his semi hard cock flopping back and
forth. "I'm back!" He leapt onto the bed and snuggled down under the
covers, and then moved over me once more. His still wet dick dragging
across my thigh.

"Yuck, Forts, you really must shake it more."

He giggled and kissed me, "More than two shakes is a wank, remember?"

What could I do but laugh. He kissed me again, "Plus, he was desperate to
get back to you. So, it is not really my fault... Blame him." He nodded
down towards his dick, grinning.

Forts moved on top of me, both of us giving the other loving little pecks
on the lips. As these became more passionate, I could feel his shaft
swelling, pushing against my balls and cock. He moved his legs, easing mine
apart as he slipped between them. I reached down for his cock. My fingers
wrapped round his thick precum leaking bellend. Slowly, he let out a deep
moan as I slid my hand down his shaft, gripping it tightly in the
middle. He gave a little shudder, "God, I love you."

"I love you too."

I suddenly stopped, "Forts, I didn't pack any lube, did you?"

"No, but don't worry, I know what we can do. Up on your knees."

Forts guided me with his hands until I was in front of him on all fours. He
gently eased my head down in to the pillows, stroking my back.

"I love your bum."  I felt his hands sliding over my arse cheeks, they each
gently massaged a handful of my bum, before gripping and easing my cheeks
apart. Forts let out a moan, and I felt his breath on my hole as he moved
his face closer to it.

My body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. I could feel Forts'
beard and moustache on the soft sensitive inner cheeks of my arse. His
mouth was hovering so close to my twitching hole. I heard a little giggle
behind me. "Forts, don't tease me... That's cruel."

I waggled my arse and ground it backwards moaning as I felt his lips
against my pucker. He gave a couple of large licks, dragging his flattened
tongue across my rose. Then a couple of kisses, I was sure my hole was
kissing him back, it seemed alive to his touch.

"Now, to really open you up." He moaned.

I felt my knees giving way as the tip of his tongue traced round and round
my pucker, then plunged into its centre.

He mumbled, "Bullseye."

He wasn't wrong. His tongue continued to work its way into me. His saliva,
and his tongue's constant battering, reduced me and my hole to dreamy,
mushy compliance. He followed his tongue with his index fingers, easing
them both into me and slowly working them inside me, stretching me open,
ready to take him.

He sat back, and I thought he had finished, but then felt his hands reach
for my hard cock and hanging balls. He stroked my shaft firmly, before
dropping lower and kissing each of my balls in turn and then lower, before
he took my leaking cockhead into his mouth.

His tongue swirled over and over the sensitive head, concentrating on the
spot just below where the frenulum joins the shaft. I groaned, feeling my
balls tighten. No, I can't cum yet.

"Forts please, fuck me." I gasped, my head turning to the side, yet still
buried in the fluffy pillows of the bed.

"But I haven't finished yet..." He giggled.

"Forts please, I am going to cum soon if you don't."

Another chuckle. I felt him sit back on his calves. His hard cock bounced
over my arse's cheeks as he shuffled closer up behind me. I glanced back,
Forts winked and gripped his cock. I reached up and pulled my cheeks apart,
mumbling, "Please."

He directed his bellend between my cheeks and positioned it against my
hole. I let go of my cheeks and buried my face into the pillows once more,
groaning.

I felt some spit join his precum oozing against my hole, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, yes, please." I mumbled into the pillows.

Forts eased himself forward. His huge cockhead seemed unable to gain access
to my hole. I felt the pressure increase, another dollop of spit landed on
my hole. Slowly, I felt my hole opening, his bellend slowly being engulfed,
drawn inexorably inside me. I gasped as his bellend popped past my
sphincter.

Forts stopped pushing. "Are you okay?"

I gasped, "Yes, but go slowly to start."

More spit landed on his shaft, it cooled my burning hole. What fucking
idiot forgets to pack lube, I thought to myself. If only we had brought
Denis with us, but Forts had given him some days off, so we had to pack
ourselves and, well, neither of us thought of lube.

Fort's thick eight-inch shaft began its journey into me. It wasn't that I
wasn't used to getting shagged by him, far from it. But the lack of lube
meant I felt each and every inch. By the time he was balls deep inside me,
my hole was screaming.

He spat again, once more I felt the cooling relief it offered as well as
the lubrication it provided to his shaft.

I reached for my cock and began to wank myself in time with his thrusts.
His balls began to slap noisily against my arse cheeks as his tempo
increased.

I felt my legs give way. Forts dropped on top of me, his hairy chest
pressed against my back. My hand was no longer able to wank my cock, but
soon the thrusts of him on top of me were forcing and stimulating my cock
against the mattress.

He nuzzled into my neck, nibbling and kissing my skin. Slowly, he worked
his way to my earlobe, his lips pulling on my fleshy lobe. The thrusts of
his hips were growing ever more forceful as he really got into his stride,
hammering his cock home into me. My own cock lost the fight and I felt my
balls tighten just before I began to cum into the sheets.

Forts stopped, then whispered into my ear, "You're cumming, aren't you?"

I could only grunt, he increased his thrusts, really slamming into me. I
could feel my hole gripping his shaft, with one final deep thrust, his legs
went stiff, "Oh fuck."

He collapsed on top of me, his cock spasming as it fired off bolt after
bolt of cum deep into me. I lay taking it, enjoying every moment.

Forts took a deep breath and exhaled next to me, "That was fucking
amazing... How's your bum?" He ground his hips into me.

"Like the steak tonight, well tenderised." I cooed.


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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.

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