Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2023 14:45:34 +0000 (GMT) From: blackscar01 Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 141a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organisations, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organisations, or events is entirely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ******* Forts stepped forward. "Now, I have a confession. I have lied to the guy I love more than anything in the world. That wasn't the last dance, this is." Forts took my hand and led me into the centre of the dance floor as the orchestra, who I hadn't even noticed hadn't left, began to play, Aram Khachaturian's 'Masquerade Waltz'. The Waltz that was fast becoming Forts and my tune, having been played the first time we danced together in public. I was floating in the arms of my Forts, my heart lost in his eyes as we waltzed round and round on the dance floor. After a few bars, Forts waved everyone else to join us. The faces of everyone I loved and cared for flashed past us, laughing and smiling. Now, strangely, I didn't want the night to end. ********************** Operation Pied Piper – Part 141a – Folks, it has been suggested that I list the minor characters appearing in each chapter, so here goes. Part 141a minor characters making an appearance: Mark McElroy – (Mark) Gay male nurse working at Aberdeen Infirmary – Mid-twenties Gregor Duncan – (Gregor/Mr Duncan) Castle Fraser School chef Colin Jones – (Little Colin) Rescued by Forts and brought to Castle Fraser following the death of Mrs Griffiths, the lady who Forts stayed with. Hamish McKrankie – Coordinator of the further education courses. ** Archie takes up the story I lay watching Athol sleep. He had been reading that bloody diary of his father's again. I thought the damn thing was consigned to the past, but here it was again. I picked it up and placed it on the bedside table. Athol shifted on the bed and turned onto his back. The loose sheet rucked around his middle. I snuggled closer, intending to pat down the sheet. I stifled a giggle as my hand touched his morning wood. It twitched and slowly rose, taking the loose sheet with it, a great Dow sail raising at sunrise. My cock throbbed at the sight. He needed his sleep. I should leave him alone. All these thoughts raced through my head. But then again, it had been a while, poor Athol had been worrying about Forts and Davy. He spent a lot of his time worrying about them. I shuffled down the bed and slipped my head under the sheets, my destination, Athol's hard cock. I could feel the heat coming from his huge thighs. Then that smell, that horny, hot, sexy smell. I breathed in, washing it over my nose's sensors. My brain's electrons burst into life. Memories of many years ago filled my mind. The smell had never changed, not since we were teenagers all those years ago. It excited me, filled me with a hot, horny expectancy of illicit pleasures to come. My lips touched against his thigh. The coarse hairs tickled my nose. The aroma of maleness was growing ever stronger. Gently, I placed my hand on his stomach, easing my head forward, desperately trying not to wake him. I found my face in a heady space. The material of the sheets brushed against my hair, no longer against my skin. At first I struggled to work out what it was, what was causing it. I moved the fingers of my other hand forward slowly. They felt the growing warmth moments before touching his thick throbbing upright shaft. I smiled to myself. It was his fucking erection that was causing the tent I had found myself in. My lips pushed against the wisps of his pubes. His balls felt rough against my chin as I buried my nose in his ginger forest. With one hand now wrapped round his shaft, I gave it a little squeeze. My tongue hunted round the base of the thick pillar of meat. My lips nibbling, absorbing all the amazing tastes of my man. Slowly, I licked up the shaft, my tongue tracing along the thick vein that stretched from his balls to just under his glans. His foreskin hadn't yet fully retracted. I nibbled the collar of skin, flicking my tongue from it on to the taut wet skin of his glans. Above me, Athol groaned and his knees bent slightly as his legs moved wider apart. His slick, thick shaft slipped free of the bedsheet and, with a wet splat, slapped down against his stomach. I licked my lips, barely able to contain myself. I waited until he had settled and then moved my tongue back to his cockhead. I slid my tongue in his precum, then worked it down between the glans and under his thick foreskin, hot, humid and tasty. I slowly eased the skin back, using my hand on his shaft, exposing more and more of that tasty lump. Enthusiastically, I began devouring his cock, licking up and savouring every molecule of his precum. My mind was back to when we were teenagers. I had always been in awe of Athol's fucking lump of meat and huge balls. I must have been still arguing in the face queue when dicks and balls like that were being handed out. I grinned, and chuckled, at least I didn't have red pubes. He must have felt that. He gave a little grunt, a stretch, and asked, "You having fun?" "Mmmm, glots." Remember how difficult it is to speak with your mouth full. He lifted the sheet, revealing my head. I pulled off his shaft, dragging my tongue slowly between his cock lips, coating it in his tasty cock slime, then turned and smiled up at him, my tongue pressed on his frenulum, between his glans. He gave a deep moan, and winked, "Morning sexy." I kissed his cockhead, "Morning... You don't want me to stop do you?" His hands moved to the top of my head and he pushed my mouth back over his bellend, "Of course not!" Still holding my head, he fucked his hips upwards, firmly burying his shaft into my throat. He ground my lips hard against his wiry pubes. "Oh, yes!" He knew instinctively when to ease back and let me breathe. I loved it when he was all dominant like this. "Hey, swing your arse up this way." Firm hands slid down my torso and began manoeuvring me round. Clumsily, he manhandled one of my legs over his huge chest. My mouth still had his bellend safely inside it. I felt my arse cheeks being pulled apart, a quick blast of warm air and then the roughness of his beard on the sensitive inner skin of my arse cheeks. That was followed by his tongue, that long piercing tongue flicking over and worming into my hole. Fuck, this felt amazing, his cockhead kept up a steady stream of tasty salty, sweet man honey into my mouth as my hole yielded to his probing tongue. Fingers followed his tongue, slowly but determinedly opening me, ready for the main event. He slapped my arse as he pulled away, "Spin round." I really didn't want to let his bellend leave my mouth, but the promise of even more pleasure compelled me. His cock pulled from my mouth and slapped against his treasure trail once more. Firm hands manoeuvred me round once more until we were face to face. He reached behind me and stood his cock vertically and wedged it between my butt cheeks. He smiled, and leaning forward, pushed his tongue into my mouth. Growling, "Fuck, I need this." His hands moved to my hips, and he began to ease me down onto his throbbing, precum belching cock. I moaned at the intrusion of my sphincter, his persistence overcoming its resistance. Slowly, the lips peeled back, engulfing his throbbing bellend. There isn't a feeling in the world to compare to it. "Hang on, I forgot this." I reached for the lube on the bedside cabinet and put some onto my fingers. I smeared it on the exposed part of his shaft and just inside my arse lips. He winked and began to ease me downwards once more. Both of us groaned. Soon, with his hands cupping and holding open my arse cheeks, and gravity taking over, I could feel his wiry pubes hard against me. He moved his legs, raising his knees slightly as his hips thrust upwards, burying him even deeper into me. "Ride it," he moaned. Straining my thigh muscles, I began to raise and lower myself on his shaft. My cock was bouncing up and down, slapping against his chest. He gripped it and squeezed, then began to wank it hard, his thumb wiping across the sensitive head, smearing it with my precum. I knew I wouldn't be able to take this for much longer. He matched my rhythm, as I bottomed out on his shaft, my own bellend was stretched taut, forcing more precum out of my cock lips on to the skin. Then as the action was reversed, his thumb dragging over my cockhead intensified the pleasure flooding my body. "Athol, I am going to cum... I'm sorry..." I had barely gasped out the words as a spurt of cum left my cock, followed by a longer spray, several inches long. My sphincter spasmed, gripping the base of his shaft vice-like. He let out a long groan and thrust upward once more. "Me too." His words slipped out, coated in ecstasy. My sphincter registered the spasms of his shaft as those huge balls powered his cum up his shaft, deep inside me. I collapsed on to his chest, momentarily registering the wet stickiness of my own cum. I pushed my mouth to his, our tongues tumbling over each other as we both came down from our highs. We lay snuggling in each other's arms. He kissed the top of my head, "That was amazing, thank you." ** Tobias takes up the story I drove like a crazy person back to the Castle. I had just dropped off Olly and Con at the Aberdeen Infirmary. I hoped I wouldn't be too late for breakfast. I had to see little Colin. I was really missing the little chap. Plus, I wanted to know if he realised he had had a visitor. I am sure I ran up the stairs two or three at a time and dodging round a few corridor blockers; you know those people who dawdle. I hurried into the dining room. Breakfast was in full swing. Quickly, I scanned for my little man. I couldn't see him. "Tobias, this is for you." It was Gregor, he thrust a plate of scrambled eggs and a sausage in to my hand and winked, "He is over there." I followed his eyes and at that moment, little Colin looked up. He did a double take and leapt up, "Tobias!" Leaping around his peers, he threw himself at me and hugged me. I could barely keep myself under control. I smiled down at him through glassy eyes, "Come on little fella, let's sit down." We now had quite an audience. Thankfully, Gregor spotted that too and came over, chastising the boys for gawking and not eating. I mouthed, "Thank you," to him and sat down with Colin. I ruffled the little chaps hair, he still hadn't let go of me. "I've missed you, little fella." "I've missed you too." He held my arm tighter. I wanted to give him a kiss, but knew that wasn't really on. While I pondered what to do, the surrounding chairs began to scrap the floor as they were all pushed back at the same time. As one the boys chanted out, "Good morning, Mr MacDonald, Sir." Athol's musical voice returned the greeting, "Good morning boys... Sit, sit, sit, carry on with your breakfasts." Next, I knew Athol was standing by our table. "There you are Tobias, I thought you might be in here. Good morning Colin." Colin looked up, "Hello Mr MacDonald." Athol gave him a wink, "Tobias, I saw the car on the forecourt, would you be able to give me a lift to Pittodrie, I need to attend the morning meeting." I began to stand. Athol stopped me, "Finish your breakfast first and catch up with the little chap here." Athol ruffled Colin's hair, "I will be in the staffroom when you are ready." ** Harding takes up the story Today was the day we were to find out if Jeremy could still walk. I was apprehensive. I knew he could move his toes, but that was a long way off walking again. We had seemed to have cured his pain. We had started him with genuine painkillers, and then, unknown to him, changed them to a placebo. He hadn't complained about any pain, which Olly and I found really positive. I was still worried that I may have damaged some vital nerve endings when I had to remove the fractured bullet in a hurry, as his blood pressure crashed, but it was that or lose him altogether and I wasn't prepared to let that happen. I fixed a smile as we entered the room. "Good morning chaps." Will was sitting beside Jeremy's bed, as always, reading to him. Jeremy, under my orders, was still flat on his back. Will jumped up and Jeremy peered along his nose at us and broke into a smile. "Good morning." Will took hold of Jeremy's hand and moved down and stood at the bottom of his bed, out of our way still holding Jeremy's hand tightly in his. Jeremy's eyes followed us to the bed. "Do I get to walk today, Professor?" I smiled at him, "I am certainly hoping so." I winked at Will, "Do you mind if we have a quick look at Jeremy here?" Will nodded, he squeezed Jeremy's hand and winked at him, before moving over to his bed. He sat at the end, watching us. His eyes were totally focused on his friend. I gave Jeremey a reassuring smile. "Now, let us have a look at you, young man." I eased down the blanket and sheet. His cock sprung up to meet us. Olly let out a little chuckle, "No problems with the morning wood then, that's good." Jeremy grinned, "No, no problems there." "Can we just roll you over? I want to have a look at your back." Olly and I gently rolled Jeremy on to his side so I could see the dressing on his back. Delicately, Olly removed it. I was pleased to see that the wound had healed up nicely. Now only a thin red line showed where the surgery had taken place. Olly moved closer, "This is amazing, it has healed perfectly. No sign of any infection, like you would expect." I dropped my voice, "Yes, Forts insisted I give him Benzylpenicillin, just to be on the safe side." Olly looked impressed, "No expense spared then?" "No, but look at the results, nothing short of amazing." My eyes made contact with Jeremy, he gave a nod, I was sure I saw a tear roll down his cheek as he buried his face into his pillow. He knew what he owed Forts and Davy, we both did, not that either of them saw it in those terms, they just wanted the best for him and had the means to make sure he got it. I tapped Jeremy on the shoulder, "When you are ready, we will turn you back over and see about sitting you up." Jeremy slipped his hand up and wiped his eyes. The doors swung open. "Here Professor, sorry I had to sort out a bedpan for Mr Jackson." It was the male nurse, Mark. "Good morning, chaps." He smiled as Jeremy turned to face him, "You already for the big day?" Jeremy nodded, but looked apprehensive. Mark hurried over to the bed as Jeremy turned over. His now soft cock flopped across his thigh. Talking to Jeremy, Mark gave a little giggle and winked. "Hang on, we had better put some shorts on you. Don't want that thing swinging all over the place." Mark quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them up Jeremy's legs. "Now you're decent." I was really impressed with Mark, oh, some of his comments bordered on the fringes of what was acceptable. But his smile always got him out of trouble, and it was clear that both Will and Jeremy really liked his cheeky double entrendres. On the count of three, Mark helped Olly and me slowly sit Jeremy up. I focused on Jeremy's face. "How does that feel? Any pain or pulling?" He shook his head. I let him sit for a few moments, allowing the blood to return to his head. Jeremy smiled. I was happy for him to move on to the next stage. "Are you ready to try to stand?" Jeremy nodded again. We moved him slowly to the edge of the bed, "Now slowly, and sit straight back down if you feel any discomfort or pain." One of the voices in my head wanted just that. What I really didn't want to hear was he had no sensation, that would have been far worse. There was a shout of, "Good luck, you can do it!" From Will. Jeremy nodded and gave him a thumbs up sigh. Almost in slow motion, I watched as Jeremy's feet went to the floor. He scrunched his toes and hesitated. I took one arm and Mark the other, "Okay, when you are ready. On the count of three. One, two, three..." ** Dima takes up the story I was waiting to start the morning meeting. It was the first to take place following the weekend's events. Forts was smiling. Everything was getting back to normal at Pittodrie. The Grand Duchess and my mother had left the day before. Their public support of Forts had reinforced Forts' position more than anyone could have predicted. It had been quite touching to see the bond that had formed between Forts and the Grand Duchess, they had a real affinity and had genuinely seemed sad to be parting. Forts had insisted he would see her again when he was next in London for the Sotheby's sale. I checked my watch. I was feeling a bit guilty. I hadn't been totally honest when asked what was on the agenda. Forts glanced at the clock and smiled at me, "Well, I am ready when you are Dima." If the truth be known, I was waiting for Darius to arrive. I crossed to get myself another cup of tea, anything to delay the start for just a few more minutes. "Anyone else want a top up?" There was a light tap on the door, and it opened. Thank god it was Vlad, behind him came Athol and Darius. Forts had only seen Vlad, he chuckled, "Hi Vlad, making a bit of a habit of being later aren't you?" He then spotted Athol and Darius. Forts stood, his smile changing to a look of surprise. "Dad?" He turned and looked at Darius, then me, then back to Darius. "Darius, hello, is there a problem?" I swallowed, "Athol and Darius are here for the meeting, Forts." I moved back to the table. Forts met my glance with a look of suspicion. He scrambled for the agenda and scanned down it. He stopped and glared at me. "Dima, I had better not be about to be ambushed." Athol crossed to the table and kissed Forts on the cheek and sat down. "Son... keep calm. We are here because we care." Under Forts' tense, constant stare, Darius came over to the table and sat down next to Athol. He looked really uncomfortable, his eyes avoiding Forts'. Forts finally sat down and folded his arms. I exhaled and sat down too, and picked up the agenda. "If we can start with item three, Darius, perhaps you can start things off. I know how busy you are." Forts raised his eyebrows towards me, but said nothing, obviously he was thinking that last bit had been said just for him. Darius stood and nodded, "I was employed to be a bodyguard for you, Forts." Finally, the two made serious eye contact. Darius swallowed and continued, "Then Davy was added and also Draco. Tobias joined me at the suggestion of Gethin, and that has really helped. However, this past weekend had shown that two chaps are not enough. The protection we gave had huge holes in it. Forts when you were alone, Davy and Draco had no protection. Similarly, when you and Davy were together, Draco was left unguarded. The team is just not big enough. I cannot, in all good conscience, allow this to continue without saying something. With your expanding family and raised profile, you need a bigger team. I would say at least three more chaps." Forts sighed audibly. "No." Darius looked at me, and then at Athol, who nodded. He stood slowly, "Son, we all know why you don't want a larger security team, it is because of Davy." "Dad... Be careful, even you are on dangerous ground. I won't have Davy..." Forts practically hissed at him. Athol took a deep breath, interrupting. "Listen! That's as may be, but if you do not increase the team, there is a very good likelihood that Davy's dream could become a reality. I, for one, do not want to lose either you or Davy, let alone little Draco!" I don't think he intended it, but Athol's voice rose, betraying his growing frustration and passion, as he finished his sentence. Forts glared at him, "Dad, that's not fair! Davy is really struggling with all this." Forts turned and sneered at Darius, "And what with you brandishing your gun about..." Darius sat impassively. I thought Forts' last comments a bit unfair. This situation was most definitely not of Darius' making. Darius mumbled, "I am sorry about that, that was a mistake... But Davy should have been told we were both armed." Forts said nothing. Darius spoke again, "Forts, please. I cannot guarantee your safety or that of Davy or Draco and now with Aaran and Andrew..." I watched my friend Forts, he knew what he was hearing was correct, but he was struggling. He knew too well also Davy's feelings. Darius waited before continuing, "Forts, I have heard that you want to go to London soon. Tobias and I will both have to accompany you. That leaves no one here with Davy, Prince Draco, Aaran, and Andrew. It is not only assassination attempts we have to be concerned with, kidnapping is also an issue. You are, after all, very wealthy." Forts glanced at me. He knew that the initial information about the London trip must have come from me. I looked down. I hated this, hated to put my friend in to a corner like this. Forts sighed, he nodded, beaten. "Do you have some people in mind? And can they be in place soon? My trip to London is in two weeks... I don't want to leave Davy and the boys unprotected." Darius nodded, he looked sad too, not in the least bit triumphalist. "I do. I spoke with Gethin, and he had a couple of suggestions as well." Forts looked up and gave a half cheeky grin, "Gethin?" He raised his eyebrows. "More of your old school friends?" Forts shook his head, forcing another smile. "Alright, get them here as soon as you can. I will speak to Davy." Darius glanced at me again, I knew he had one more thing he wanted to mention. I gave him a nod. "Forts, Tobias thought it would be a sensible idea for you and Davy to both be trained in the use of a handgun. Maybe that would make Davy more comfortable having them around?" Forts glanced round the table, making eye contact with each of us in turn. Receiving no words to the contrary, he nodded again, "I will speak to Davy about that too." Forts sighed, "And thank you, Darius, my friend, I am sure you understand my reticence has nothing to do with you personally." Darius nodded. He sounded equally despondent. "I know. Thank you, Forts." Forts turned back to me, "Okay Dima, what's next?" Darius and Athol both stood and went to leave. Athol paused, "Son, you are doing the right thing." He placed his hand on Forts' cheek. Forts took it and kissed it. "I hope you're right. Bye Dad, and thank you." "Son." * With Athol and Darius gone, I looked at the agenda and picked up my crib sheet to update Forts on a few things. "Forts, the new stable block is nearly completed. Mr McKrankie hopes that the finishing touches can be made to the internals by the end of this week. The chaps have done an amazing job, I think you will agree." Forts nodded. "Mishcon has been back in touch about the orphans moving up to Downe House, another problem, I am afraid. It appears that the 'men from the ministry' would rather the boys, as they are all from London, stayed there. They claim it is safe now." Forts looked surprised, "Really?" I handed Forts Mishcon's briefing note. Forts scanned it and chewed his lip. "Hmmm, I am not sure how Davy will take this. The orphanage was to have been his project." I nodded, "Well, you can see. It is very unlikely to be given the go ahead now." Forts put down the paper, "Something else I am going to have to tell Davy." I stood silently until Forts glanced up at me. I took a deep breath. "My Prince." Forts cocked his head and chuckled, "Prince? Really Dima? Now I know something is up." I smiled and nodded. "Forts, over the weekend I received a number of requests for... err... financial help from some of your guests... Many are struggling, especially with the war." "They want loans, Dima?" Before I could speak Forts looked towards Samara, "I would appreciate your input in a moment too, Count." The old man nodded. I glanced down at the list of names Robert had compiled for me. "Forts, I don't think it is a case of loans... I doubt any of them would be able to be repaid if you gave them." Forts sat back in his chair. "Surely you're not suggesting charity?" I chuckled, "Forts, aristocrats don't see a gift of cash as charity, more, just a friendly gesture to which they are entitled." Forts looked bemused, "I must remember that. What are you suggesting then, Dima?" "Well, maybe a hardship fund." Samara chuckled and looked up, "Dima, Forts, I didn't notice too much hardship over the weekend. Stunning jewellery was in abundance." "Count, you cannot surely be suggesting that those families sell their heirlooms?" I glanced at him disbelievingly, then back to Forts. Samara looked at Forts and me, then let his comments hang. "Prince Dima, there may be items they are happy to sell, and are just looking for buyers." Forts gave a sly smile, "I am glad you are a friend Count, I would hate you as an enemy... Dima, have Robert speak with Mishcon about setting up a hardship fund... Count, maybe you can put it out on the grapevine that we will consider purchasing small items of quality." Samara nodded. Forts reached for his hand, "Count, at a fair price, okay. Not too much haggling." Forts turned back to me, "Dima, can I see that list of names?" I hesitated and then handed it to Forts, watching his eyes as he read the first name, Count Sergey Uvarov. Forts looked straight back up at me, "Explain." "Forts, our cousin Alexandra's family, lost everything when they left Russia. Count Uvarov's father's didn't do much better. Forts, there is another thing. I hesitate to ask, but I must make a further request. Would you consider paying Alexandra's dowry?" Forts glanced at Samara, then back at me. He bit his lip, "Tell me about his family. What do you know about him? Is he a suitable match for our cousin?" The room was silent, Samara watched on, waiting for my reply. I hesitated. Forts glanced up at me again, putting down the list of names. "Well, his father was Count Alexander Uvarov, from an incredibly rich family with very close links to the Imperial Family. Alexander was a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Army. After the Tsar abdicated, Alexander fought on with the 'White Russian Alliance', trying desperately to restore the monarchy. Finally, he had to flee with his family though Crimea, they were taken on board HMS Marlborough, the British warship sent to evacuate the Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna. Unfortunately for the Uvarov family, unlike your own, they lost all of their wealth in the exodus from the motherland. They came to Britain and, with the support of the Grand Duke Truorwskoy, set up home once more. It is said that Alexander died of a broken heart, unable to reconcile his new position with that he once held. His wife died shortly after, leaving their son Sergey and his sister Irina to inherit their titles, but precious little else." Forts sighed, "Such a depressing, yet familiar story for our families. I don't think I was introduced to his sister Irina, was I?" "No, sadly, she took her own life. Another tragic consequence of the revolution." Forts shook his head. "Once again Dima, you present me with 'Hobson's choice'. I have no choice, do I? Of course, I will pay the dowry. Where are they going to live? Does he have a job?" Forts looked straight at me, "I mean, a real job Dima?" My silence spoke all the words my mouth didn't. Perceptively, Forts nodded. "Offer him a job working for me. Let me speak to Davy, but if the orphanage is not moving up here, there is always Downe House." Samara spluttered, "Forts, Downe House? Are you sure? Surely that is too much?" Forts sighed. "You are probably right, Count. Dima, there are several places on the estate that can be done up for them. Can you speak to Chris? He has the full list of properties on the estate. Short term, they can move into one of the smaller ones until a larger one is identified and refurbished. As for a job, find out what he can do." "Prince." Forts stood and glanced at his watch, "Right, I had better go and speak to Davy... Wish me luck." ** Forts takes up the story I left the meeting, none too happy about the security matter. With a heavy heart, now all I had to do was tell Davy what had been decided. I made my way back to the apartment, the strains of 'The Masquerade Waltz' greeting my ears. I peeked into the sitting room. Aaran was sitting up gurgling in his high chair, as Davy, with Draco in his arms, was waltzing round the room. Davy was smiling, "It's your turn now." The two of them with their eyes fixed on each other. Both of them were grinning, even Draco. Davy looked so happy. He was humming in time with the tune to the chuckling, Draco, 'da... dda... ddda... dd... adda... dda... dda'. I slipped into the room. Davy hadn't notice me, he looked so happy, just like when we waltzed together after the Ball. I stood, thoughtfully, watching the two most important people in my life. I couldn't imagine being able to live life without them. Davy came to an abrupt halt as Andrew appeared, scampering on his knees from behind the couch, chasing a yapping and excited Radost and Nadya. Andrew jumped to his feet and ran towards me with his arms open. "Urncle Frots, urncle Frots." Davy grinned, "Hello, darling." He looked down at Draco as I picked up Andrew. "Did daddy see us dancing?" Davy chuckled and smiled at me, "How long were you watching?" I crossed to Davy and kissed him and then Draco. "It could never be long enough." Davy gave me a cheeky smile and looked back at Draco, "Your daddy says the nicest things... Now, don't forget a kiss for Andrew, and Aaran, too." I kissed them both and picked up Aaran. I balanced both the boys on my hips and I crossed back to Davy and embraced all five members of our family while Radost and Nadya tottered on their hind legs, desperate to join in the family cuddle. "Davy, I have to tell you something." "And there was me, just about to ask how your morning meeting went. Hang on, let me call for Edik. He can take the boys while we talk." * With the boys and the pups away, Davy and I could finally sit down together. Davy looked at me expectantly. "Well?" "Davy," I started to feel wretched, my pulse was racing. "Davy, Darius was at the meeting this morning." Davy nodded and gave me a knowing smile, "Yes, I know." Now I don't think I heard him say that or registered the change in his facial expression. Probably because my mind was racing, trying to formulate a sentence, how to tell him what had been decided. I continued, "He, he... Darius, that is... He" Davy took my hand, his voice clear. "Wants us to increase the security team... Oh, and for us both to learn how to shoot a handgun." I heard the words coming from Davy's mouth, but couldn't work out how he knew... "You know?" Davy smiled, nodding, "Gethin phoned me earlier... While you were in the meeting. Athol and Darius had phoned him and explained what had happened." Davy blushed and looked down, "You know... with me." "Gethin?" I am sure I was in shock... Now I had no idea what to say. Davy nodded, "Yes, the Air Marshall... You know, Gethin...? Our friend," he was grinning at me. "So, you know? And you are okay with it?" I stammered. Davy grabbed me and kissed me, "Yes, silly. Gethin thought you might struggle to put it into words." Davy grinned, "And he wasn't wrong, so he explained the reasons behind it to me." "And you're sure you don't mind?" I am sure my mouth was hanging open. Davy smiled resignedly, "It doesn't sound like we have much choice, does it?" "No... Not really." We made eye contact, I squeezed his hand, "I'm sorry I know how you feel about the intrusion of always having them around... and the guns..." I knew my voice had dropped as I said the last word. "Forts, I don't want to lose any of you just because something is an inconvenience or I don't like something." I nodded and forced myself to smile. Good old Gethin. He always had a special connection with Davy. I was so grateful he was a friend. Davy shuffled closer, "You know, I will be honest, it wasn't what I was expecting when I was evacuated up to a school in the middle of Scotland... But then again... I wasn't expecting to fall in love with a guy who turned out to be a Russian Prince either..." Davy turned full on to me on the couch. Once more, he had wrong-footed me. I smiled, "You do know I love you with all my heart, don't you?" His lips met mine, "And I love you more than anything, too." ********************** Folks, there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from you that you are enjoying the story. Please take the time to email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. 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