Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2022 16:11:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 136b

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He kissed the top of my head, "I love you, thank you."

We lay together, me resting on him, trying to keep most of my weight off of
him. "I love you too, more than you will ever realise."

He kissed my head again, "Will you stay the night with me?"

"If you want me to, I would love to, but am I not too heavy for you like
this?"

He kissed me again. "No, I want you to. I will be fine."

I looked up in to his dreamy eyes and winked, then flicked off the light.

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Operation Pied Piper – Part 136b –

Davy takes up the story

It was a frosty, cold morning. The kind of morning that usually had people
smiling, a 'Jack frost biting at your nose,' sort of morning.

Yet here we all were. Athol had greeted Forts and me as we all got
ready. He made a fuss of little Draco, then paused. I was sure a tear
formed in his eye. He turned, mumbling before vanishing, "Media vita in
morte sumus". Archie translated the Latin for us, 'in the midst of life, we
are in death'.

Theodora's led lined coffin was conveyed to the mausoleum in solemn
procession, following a short service in the old Castle Chapel. Once more,
the boys of the school turned out to line the path to the mausoleum as they
had done for Gunny's funeral just a few short weeks ago.

As the procession passed the front of the Castle, Athol had paid his own
personal respects. Forts and Dima both had to wipe their eyes as the
haunting melody from Athol's lone pipes drifted down across the sad
procession from high up on the Castle tower.

We followed the coffin on foot. Immediately behind the horse-drawn hearse
were Forts and Dima. Dima carried a painted gilt icon of 'Our Lady of
Kazan'. Forts had insisted on carrying little Draco in his arms. Behind
them, Count Samara carried a black velvet cushion and Niki carried the
smiling photograph of Theodora that had been taken by Robert Milner in
happier times, then the rest of the mourners.

Forts, Dima, and Draco were all dressed in similar outfits of dark green,
Russian over the head style tunics, with red and gold shoulder boards, dark
blue Cossack style baggy trousers and black knee-length boots. I had
insisted that Draco wear a little woollen hat, while Forts and Dima wore
dark green flat caps with broad red bands. The rest of us were in dark
suits, including Athol, who had changed from his kilt following his lament.

*

We were all asked to wait outside in the garden by the bronze doors of the
mausoleum as the coffin was made ready inside for the short service to
follow. Entering, I felt Forts freeze. He stopped and steadied himself as
the voices of Vlad and Edik chanting the 23rd Psalm in Russian filtered out
to us.

The smell of fresh flowers and incense assailed our noses as we entered, a
huge spray of white flowers of varying heights formed a screen of natural
beauty at the head of the coffin. We knew that Brookmeyer had been growing
flowers in the walled garden greenhouses for weeks in anticipation of this
very day. He had excelled himself. Forts turned to him and nodded, his lip
trembling as he tried to smile and mouth 'thank you'.

The morning's winter sun glistened through the glass cupola above us,
directly above the statue Forts had designed as the monument to Daphne, its
bronze doves now both seemingly flying towards the light.

The sun's rays filled the white marble interior of the mausoleum with
brightness. The Standard of The Grand Duchess Theodora, a colourful
interruption to the white marble and flowers surrounding us. Sitting at the
head of the coffin was the picture of Theodora, smiling out at us
all. Then, midway down the standard, was the black velvet cushion Count
Samara had carried. It supported 'the silver embroidered scarlet sash',
'The jewel', and 'Brilliant Star,' the insignia of a 'Dame Grand Cordon' of
the 'Imperial Order of Saint Catherine', a posthumous honour Forts had
bestowed on Theodora that morning. Standing at the foot of the coffin stood
'The icon'.

The small remaining area was crowded with mourners. Forts exhaled and
squeezed my hand tightly. Dima was softly sobbing, the first time I think I
had ever seen that. Robert was next to him, his arm tightly round him, his
eyes also filled with tears, not only for Theodora but also seeing the
person he loved in so much pain. Forts glanced over to Dima and reached out
a hand, then stifled a sob himself. I took a deep breath and exhaled,
passing Forts a hankie.

After a short service, the voices of Father Vladimir and Edik filled the
mausoleum with the Kontakion for the Departed.

"Give rest, O Christ, to thy servants with thy Saints: Where sorrow and
pain are no more; neither sighing but life everlasting..."

Once again, they sang with no musical accompaniment as is the Russian
Orthodox tradition, just their voices in a perfect harmony. It was as
simple as it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Father Vladimir was resplendent in his golden robes, a golden jewel
encrusted 'Eastern Mitre' as worn in the Russian Orthodox Church on his
head. A large gold cross and the jewelled Panagia the gift from Forts and
me hung on his chest. Edik, as a trainee, was in plain black Orthodox
robes, bareheaded. He wore a simple wooden cross round his neck.

Forts quietly blew his nose. He glanced at me and forced a smile through
tear-filled eyes.

"... All we go down to the dust; and weeping o'er the grave we make our
song: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia."

*

My eyes were focused on all the empty niches around me, my heart quickened
and sent my mind racing, so much so, I missed Father Vladimir bring the
service to an end. He came over to Prince Dima and blessed him, then to
Draco, and finally Forts, just as it should be.

The coffin would be placed in its niche later, after we had all left. Then
a carved marble door would be placed, sealing the niche and Theodora's
final resting place. Forts, Dima, Robert, Father Vladimir, Edik and I would
return later this evening to observe the final rights.

The urn containing Daphne's ashes was to be placed on a specially built
shelf in the Church of England apse at the same time. The day before, Forts
had struggled to hold back his tears as he insisted he didn't want Theodora
alone anymore.

*

It was still frosty as we filed out of the mausoleum. The grass, still
white, sparkled as if sprinkled with diamonds. Forts let out a sigh and
looked at me. He smiled at a sleeping Draco in his arms. He kissed his
forehead. "Well done, you... No tears..."

Forts was right, Draco had conducted himself impeccably. Dima and Robert
joined us with Father Vladimir and Edik. Forts handed Draco to me and
embraced Dima. I didn't hear what he said to him, but Dima nodded
appreciatively. Athol, Archie, Mishcon, Count Samara, Count Ouranoff, Count
Niki Igoreovich, and Professor Harding joined us in the garden in front of
the mausoleum. Forts and Dima both thanked Athol for his wonderful act of
respect. Once more, we all made our way back to the Castle for a beautiful
brunch served by Gregor and Landers. Was it really nearly six months since
Theodora had died? I really couldn't believe it.

*

Even this close to Christmas, there were still many things to be done. The
school would be closing for the winter break. The Christmas trees still had
to be erected and decorated at both Pittodrie and here at the
Castle. Sadly, the orphans wouldn't now be arriving until the New
Year. There just hadn't been time to make all the legal arrangements to get
them up before then.

Additionally, Forts had to have meetings with both Samara and Mishcon and
there were the Children's parties to arrange.


**

Will takes up the story

I picked up the note from Colin and read it again, seething. "Off to Castle
Fraser. See you later." I screwed it up and threw it in the bin. My
conversation with George came back to me. So, Colin had a crush on
Forts. Well, I was about to crush that!

I hurriedly checked myself over in the full-length mirror. I smiled, even I
thought I looked really smart in the new uniform Forts wanted me to wear. I
adjusted my cock in my jodhpurs, maybe I would see Forts today, I hoped
so. I picked up my riding crop and ran it over my obvious cockhead,
enjoying the sensations its bamboo shaft caused. I smiled and slapped the
crop's shaft hard against my riding boots, taking pleasure from the audible
crack. I pushed it down the leg of my boot and stood looking at myself in
the mirror again. No, it looked better being carried in my hand. I removed
it and held it two handed, yes that was the look I was after. Now to sort
out Colin... 'A crush on my Forts indeed'?

I slammed the door behind me, more for effect than anything else. Colin and
George were standing chatting in the stable yard.

"Haven't you two any work to do?" I shouted at them.

George nodded, "Yes, sorry Will." and hurried off towards one of the open
stables.

Colin stood his ground, "Good morning, Will. I was just about to leave for
the Castle to check on Pegasus... And hopefully see Forts."

"I take it you mean His Imperial Highness..."

"Err, yes, but Forts said I was to call him... just Forts."

"No more, you will refer and address him as Your Imperial Highness and Davy
as Your Grace."

"Forts... Sorry His Imperial Highness,... said that?"

"No, I did." I was about to walk away when I heard Colin come up behind me
and take hold of my arm.

"Will, have I done something wrong?"

I stopped, "Let go of me! You do realise I am your boss, don't you? Now
haven't you got work to do?"

"Yes, but..."

"Oh, and another thing. I don't want you going over to the Castle anymore,
stay here. I will ride over and check on Pegasus and speak to Forts."

"You? But he put me in charge of Pegasus."

I ignored him, continuing, "Didn't you hear what I said? Now get along and
muck out those remaining stalls, then check all the horses' water and
refill all the hay nets."

"But Forts... Sorry His Imperial Highness, said I was to report directly to
him about Pegasus."

"What did you just say to me?" I slapped my riding crop against my
thigh. He flinched at the crack as it hit the leather of my boots. The
threat was clear.

"I was told to report..." Colin murmured.

"You will do as you're told, reporting only to me, understand?"

I watched as Colin huffed and turned on his heels towards the horse
stalls. "Do you understand?" I called after him.

"YES!" He snapped back. For a moment, I thought I would stop him again. But
smiled to myself. That would stop his little 'love in' with Forts.

Barely able to contain my grin, I glanced round. "George, where are you?"

"Here Will." George's head popped out from one of the stalls.

"Right, saddle up two horses, you can come over to the Castle with me,
while Colin mucks out all the stalls here."

George glanced at a furious-looking Colin. He hesitated, "You want me to
come with you?"

"That's what I said. Now hurry up."

*

We rode into the stable yard at the Castle and dismounted. My heart leapt
as I saw Pegasus' stable door was wide open. "Shit!" We both ran to it,
only to be met by Forts' smiling face and, I am sure, a wink from Pegasus.

"Good morning chaps."

"Forts, phew, you had me worried there. What are you doing?"

Forts clapped Pegasus on the neck. "Oh, I have missed him. I needed to see
him after the service this morning. I was just going to take him out, but
decided to muck him out first."

My eyes travelled slowly over Forts' body. He was so gorgeous, not only
dashingly handsome, but the clothes, especially the white jodhpurs,
emphasised his muscular arse and, let's not forget to mention it, his large
cock and cockhead. I imagined those muscular hips slamming that large cock
into me, just like George had last night.

I licked my lips, dragging my eyes up his body. Forts' eyes met mine. I
felt for a second we connected. He smiled one of his smiles and then sadly,
his expression changed to a questioning look. "Is everything alright Will?"

I forced myself to break eye contact, "Yes, fine, all good."

Forts glanced at George and nodded, his expression still questioning, or
was it suspicion? Had he noticed me letching at him?

He glanced past George and me into the yard, "No Colin today?"

George looked at me, I glared at him and then turned smiling back to Forts,
"No... It seems he is late in today..."

Forts looked thoughtful, "Oh. That's not like him. Make sure he is okay
when he gets in, will you?"

"Of course, Forts." I felt George watching me again.

I couldn't risk George contradicting me, "George, go and get Pegasus'
bridle and saddle, will you? And then saddle up Hunter."

I turned to Forts, "I will come with you, Hunter needs to have his legs
stretched too."

Forts smiled, "Great. I could do with the company. George, do you fancy
joining us?"

George stopped and turned to face Forts and me, he was about to speak.

NO! That wasn't part of my plan, "I think George should get on with mucking
out, there is a lot of work still to do at Pittodrie too."

Forts winked at George, "Sorry George, he is the boss." He smiled and
turned back to mucking out Pegasus. George shook his head, glaring at me,
and stomped off across the yard.

I stood watching Forts as he continued working with Pegasus. It was hard to
drag my eyes from him. While he worked, he glanced up at me and smiled,
"Hello, earth to Will. Is everything okay? You are very quiet."

I heard his voice, shit I was staring at him again. "Yes. All good
thanks... Sorry I was miles away."

"Excuse me, you're in the way." I felt the barge into me as George pushed
past me with Pegasus' saddle.

Furious, I glowered back at George as I stumbled forward. Recovering
myself, I raised my riding crop.

Forts jumped forward, "Hey, hey, it was an accident." Forts' hand grabbed
the riding crop in the air.

I smiled and tried to make a joke of it, "It was only going to be a playful
brotherly pat."

Forts raised his eyebrows, "It sure didn't look like that. Come on. Get
Hunter saddled up and let's get rid of some of this excess energy you seem
to have."

Moments later, I was sitting on Hunter, my eyes again watching Forts as he
sprung up onto Pegasus' back. Time to implement part two of my plan.


**

Davy takes up the story

Mum and Dad came over to the Castle after the service at the mausoleum had
finished. We all had a quick lunch, then Forts said he wanted to clear his
head and was going for a ride on Pegasus. I am not sure how he managed it,
but he convinced Darius and Tobias he would be fine and suggested instead
Darius could help Tobias move into one of the rooms at Pittodrie.

So here I was with Athol, Archie, Mum, Andrew, Vlad, and Edik, busy
decorating the Christmas tree in the Great Hall. As it was the last few
days of term time, I had also enlisted the help of the boys from my
class. They had formed a human chain to bring the decorations up from the
cellars.

Athol had laughed, "I knew that bloody rifle range would come in useful for
something."

You will remember it had been constructed by Captain Leahy when it looked
like Britain would be invaded to provide a practice shooting range for a
planned rifle club. Luckily, the club had never needed to be formed, so the
area was repurposed into more storage. Oh, and for growing
mushrooms. Gregor had found the conditions idea for growing our own Castle
mushroom crop. So now half of it was filled with boxes of evil smelling
mushroom compost and their white bulbous crops.

*

With the boxes of decorations all laid out round the tree, it now became a
battle of stopping the boys from pulling out odd ornaments and placing them
haphazardly on the tree. The job was made all the more difficult as little
Andrew seemed intent on helping, pulling items from each box, reducing the
rest of its contents to a tangled twinkling pile of tinsel and glitter.

Archie came to the rescue. He gathered all the boys up and told them all to
get their winter coats on, they were all going to gather some 'holly, fir
cones and boughs of evergreens to decorate the rest of the hall. With them
all gone, relative peace and quiet took over as the rest of us decorated
the tree.

"Who's for mulled wine and mince pies?" Gregor and Landers stood by the
door, both struggling with large trays. Needless to say, we all were.

"Hey what am I missing?" It was Forts, back from his ride.

He came striding into the room, still in his riding gear.

"Unrcle Florts, Unrcle Florts."

I turned to mum as Andrew scampered off down the hall to meet him. "I
should have warned you, Andrew is the president of the Unrcle Florts fan
club."

Forts swept Andrew up in his arms and sat him on his hip as he came over to
me and kissed my cheek whispering in my ear, "Hi sexy." I chuckled and
kissed him back. Forts winked and picked up a mince pie, little Andrew held
his mouth open like a baby bird. Forts pretended to offer the pie to Andrew
before quickly stuffing it all into his own mouth.

Andrew let out a cry. Forts tried not to laugh, flakes of pastry and minced
fruit bulging in his mouth as he grabbed another pie off the tray. He held
it to Andrew's gaping mouth, then teased him again, laughing, pulling it
away as Andrew tried to take bites. Little Andrew folded his arms,
obviously now in the huff. Forts buried his face into Andrew's neck and
kissed his cheek, "Sorry, am I being mean? I love you."

Andrew nodded and pouted, Forts offered him another a bite of the pie.
Andrew shook his head and squirmed to get down. Forts lowered him gently,
"Don't you love me anymore?"

Andrew shook his head and ran to Mum. Forts chased after him and got down
on his hunkers, and covering his face began to pretend to cry.

Andrew glanced at Mum and then back towards Forts before launching himself
at him again, "Not cry... not cry."

Forts slowly removed his hands and pushed out his lips for a kiss, which
Andrew willingly gave him.

Forts got up and ruffled Andrews hair before joining me again. "Did you
have a good ride?"

Forts froze, "Pardon?"

"On Pegasus? You were going riding!"

"Oh yeah. It was a lovely, fresh afternoon."

"Did Colin go with you?"

Forts smiled, "What's with the thousand questions?"

"Sorry? I was just asking if Colin went with you."

"No, he didn't, Will came over, he wanted to speak to me."

"Oh, what did he want?"

Forts sighed, "Nothing to worry about."

I put my arm around Forts' waist, "What's wrong? Have I done something?"

Forts shook his head and kissed mine. "No, you haven't done
anything... Look, can we speak about it later?"

I nodded and slipped my hand down over the front of his jodhpurs and gave
his obvious cockhead a subtle, gentle squeeze.

He knocked my hand away, "Davy!"

Before I could say anything else, he had marched over to Edik and taken
Draco in to his arms. I stood, unsure what the fuck was going on, casually
rubbing my thumb and forefinger together, feeling the wet stickiness.


**

McPhee picks up the story

"Colin Jones, as I live and breathe. Colin come in!" I shuffled myself up
the bed, not an easy thing to do when you can't use your hands.

He was beaming, "I brought you a mince pie and a glass of mulled wine. Is
that alright?"

I nodded, "Yes, I hope you have gotten yourself one too."

He nodded, smiling.

I hadn't seen Colin for weeks. We had barely spoken since we had broken
up. You will all remember Colin was the little boy Forts had rescued from
the old witch who had raised him after she had died in a German air raid.

He sat down on the bed, "Come and sit down. I have missed you."

Colin glanced away. "Me too. I was sorry to hear what had happened to you."

I tried to laugh, "Well, if Gerry wins, I will be able to surrender easily
with my hands like this."

Colin giggled, his cheeks creasing up. I loved that little smile of his. He
took a sip of his mulled wine and a small bite of his mince pie. "Aren't
you eating yours?"

I grinned and nodded at my hands. "I need help."

"Oh, sorry Chris, of course you do. How stupid of me... No wonder you got
rid of me."

"Colin, it wasn't like that! We agreed to have sometime apart if you
remember."

He nodded and picked up my pie and held it while I took a bite.

"Drink?"

I smiled, "Yes, please."

I watched the tear roll down his cheek. "Oh, Colin, come here, give me a
hug."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He moved the tray and kicked off his
shoes and clambered onto the bed and lay on top of me, his head buried in
the crook of my neck.

"Chris, can I sit next to you at the Christmas dinner?"

"Yes sure. Is that what's upsetting you?"

He let out another sob, "You are the only family I really have now..."

"Hey that's not true. There are Forts and Davy." I tried to peer down at
his little face.

"Forts hasn't spoken to me for ages. He has forgotten me, especially now
that he married Davy and they have little Draco and Andrew."

"Colin, that's not true." I shuffled, trying to get him to look up at
me. "Forts loves you." I tried to sound reassuring.

"No, he doesn't... he only wanted that red dragon."

I would have to speak to Forts. I know Davy and he had a lot on their
plates, but Colin was only just twelve and obviously unhappy.


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