Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 09:21:03 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: A Spy Can be in Love 07/11 (Military)

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A SPY CAN BE IN LOVE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on March 4, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Will Hawkins

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"A SPY CAN BE IN LOVE" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 7 - Faithful to his Duty

Yuri was awakened by the first rays of the sunrise. He saw Roger at his
side, still asleep. He sat up on the bed, uncovered that beautiful,
naked body still relaxed in sleep, and admired him for a long time. The
previous evening they had finally made love for the first time. It had
been something special, really beautiful and Yuri quivered recalling
their union. The more he looked at Roger, the more beautiful he seemed.
That body, so surprisingly perfect, with its well defined and
proportioned muscles, really worthy to be a statue of a Greek athlete
carved by a classical artist, had vibrated with desire and passion for
him.

They made love on that hotel bed, and Yuri had felt a peculiar
sensation, almost as if it had been his first time. He offered himself
to Roger with great spontaneity, he took Roger with naturalness, and
everything happened as if they had waited for that moment forever - as
if one had been created expressly for the other. Everything simply
happened because of how it was destined to happen. Because it couldn't
be different. That body that, up to a few hours before, was alien, now
belonged to him. Yuri was astounded - what was this magic he was living?

Almost shyly he stretched out a hand and with his fingertips lightly
brushed the silky skin of that very beautiful man who had vibrated for
him, with him. Roger moved slightly but didn't wake up. Yuri didn't want
to wake him, not yet. He wanted to admire him, to enjoy that vision, to
delight his eyes and his fantasy with last night's innocent and pure
abandon.

When he had had sex with others, before, he had lived his experiences,
as good as they were, as something essentially physical, carnal,
material. It had been different with Roger. All the others, as
agreeable, as desirable as they were, remained always... others. Not
Roger. He was not another, he was... what was he? Yuri was not able to
understand, to provide his own answer, but he knew, he could feel that
Roger was no longer an "other" to him.

Other than his beauty, what did Roger have that was special, was
different from the others? Yuri didn't understand it and yet he knew
that there really was something special. Was it that face, mature,
manly, with the pure eyes and the fresh smile of a child? Or was it how
Roger looked at him, touched him? Or was it only the magic of that
place? Or was just the fact that both of them had desired that union for
so long before surrendering to it?

Yuri didn't know. But he knew that the previous night, with that so
beautiful young man, something... special had happened. He couldn't find
the right words to describe it.

Now the sun's rays were playing with Roger's hair, creating warm golden
highlights, of the same old gold as the ancient icons he had seen in the
museums and churches, Yuri was waiting for the man to open his eyes to
capture that aquamarine colour into which he could dive, and the limpid
smile, pure as spring water. Yuri was waiting for those lips to part to
repeat his name. Roger had told him that his name had a good sound, and
when the man uttered it, Yuri felt it to be the most beautiful name one
could have.

The miracle happened again - Roger opened his eyes, saw Yuri looking at
him, his face brightened with his warm smile and he said his name.

"Yuri... why are you so beautiful?"

Yuri smiled and caressed him without answering him. Roger raised his
arms, embraced Yuri and pulled him to himself. They kissed. Their bodies
searched each other, quivered at the union, each resonating with the
other. Their tongues tenderly played and the boy and the young man
united again, starting once more to make love. Yuri lost the sensation
of time and space. He was feeling as if he were suspended in a new
dimension. Roger was absorbing all his thoughts, all his emotions, all
his energy. Nothing else existed any more. That anonymous hotel bed was
the whole cosmos and their union was the vital essence of that
mysterious, wonderful, fascinating and new universe.

Yuri was feeling within himself such irrepressible happiness that tears
of joy welled up. Roger recognized the passion of those tears and tasted
them with his lips, kissing and caressing Yuri, making him feel all his
tenderness. They finally both felt all their energies concentrate,
accumulate, grow out of all measure... then sweetly flow away in a
majestic and relentless stream, until a sweet calm pervaded them.

"Roger..." Yuri murmured, gently smiling.

"Yes... We came back on earth, as you see."

"But what a journey!"

"Yes, it has been wonderful, Yuri."

"But now it we had better go downstairs. Do you see the time? It's
almost ten o'clock."

"The lake is waiting for us. It's a pity we couldn't make love for the
first time on the shore of the lake, under the sun."

They went down, paid for the two rooms and went back to the lake. Yuri
took out the car the remaining things he had prepared to eat, and they
ate their luncheon with great appetite, laughing and joking with each
other.

Then Roger said, "Now that we... have broken the ice, can we make love
again? I don't want to wait so long next time."

"Nor I, Roger; I want to make love as often as possible. But where can
we do it? We cannot go to a hotel in Moscow, as you know. Not I, anyway,
as my residence is Moscow."

"It is not possible at my place; I live in the same building with other
Embassy staff so I cannot take you there. How about at your apartment?"

"Yes... I could set it up with my roommates and some times, for a few
moments, we can be alone. But it would be better if my roommates don't
see you... You see, they don't know about my sexual preferences... I
would have to tell them I am taking a girl to my bed, as at times they
do. At times they ask me not to come back home until a certain hour,
just for that reason."

"So it will not be easy doing it as often as we would like..."

"That's so. But on the weekends, they often go to their parent's
villages, and at times also during the weekdays. Unless we can meet in
the morning... I can skip some lessons..."

"It would not be easy to leave the Embassy during the work day. At times
I can, but not very often."

"Roger, I would like making love with you every day..."

"I too, Yuri. But we have to be content with the times we can manage to
meet, when our schedules coincide."

Yuri was glad that Roger so easily accepted going to his place. He
thought that the people at the listening centre could see and listen to
them easily... and he felt at once annoyed and satisfied. Annoyed
because it lay heavily on him to let others see the beauty of their
union, and satisfied that he would be able to make Roger talk and his
KGB superiors would be happy with him. These two feelings were at war.

"What's up, Yuri?" Roger asked, feeling the sudden change in mood of the
boy.

"Nothing... just a slight headache."

"Did I exhaust you?"

"No, no... Not at all. I was just thinking where and how we could meet,
besides my apartment."

"When we cannot go there, we can be together anyway, go for a walk on
the fine days, or to the theatre, to movies, to a museum, if the time is
bad... but anyway we can see each other."

"Yes, sure, but I... I would like to make love with you as often as
possible and not just once in a while."

"I too, Yuri. But we have to be content with what we can work out."

At the end of the day they had to go back to Moscow. Roger took Yuri
home and they said goodbye making a date for the next day. Yuri found
Nikita sleeping and Stanislav absorbed in his studies.

"Why is Nikita in bed?"

"He was tired. It seems that his Brazilian last night didn't let him
close his eyes, he never got enough, and he fucked Nikita and made him
fuck him lots of times... Then this afternoon he could not rest, as I
brought here my Australian."

"How' is it going with that target?"

"Fine; I'm squeezing information out of him between one fuck and
another. And you, how are you doing with your Canadian?"

"I managed to get into his bed, in a little hotel. I have to start
bringing him home now. We need to agree about a schedule. In order to
make up for all the time I lost; I need to bring him here rather
often..."

"How is he in bed?"

"Very agreeable. He does anything I ask him and does it nicely. In a
word, he is skilled. He gave me pleasure and above all he likes me."

"Good! Mine is a little... how to say... of fixed habit. In the long run
he becomes a little boring, anyway he's not bad - and above all very
talkative. Not as much as Nikita's Brazilian, but enough. Jusichev told
Aleksandr that he is quite happy with my work, and this is what counts.
But tell me in detail how has it gone between you two... Is his body as
beautiful as his face?"

"Oh yes he is very beautiful. So, while we were on the shores of Lake
Dubna he made some odd speeches..." Yuri started to tell of what had
happened, while Stanislav listened carefully.

Yuri was aware that it was difficult not to talk in superlative terms.
As he was narrating the various moments he spent with Roger in those two
days, Yuri was living through the beauty of those moments and found
difficult not to show his enthusiasm, to remain as cold and detached as
he would have liked. Describing the two times they made love, Yuri
became aroused and he strongly felt the desire to still be with Roger,
in contact with his sexy body, admiring his intimate and sweet smile.

At the end Stanislav commented, "From how you talk about it, it seems
that everything was really good. I wish you well with him. At times, at
the beginning, they can seem almost like Prince Charming, but then... a
little like Nikita's Brazilian, who when he fucks is a satyr, or like
mine who is more boring than an old wife. But a job is a job - the
important thing is we get to squeeze them well. Ah, by the way, did you
hear that it seems that poor Dmitri got assigned an American target with
a cock like an elephant, who practically raped him? He asked to leave
him but in spite of Ivan and Aleksandr backing him, Jusichev didn't
accept, because they are too interested in spying on that American.
Timotej says that the poor Dmitri almost needed to get stitches..."

"How is our little Timotej? And the others?"

"Fine. Timotej's target is a black man... I can't remember from which
African nation. He says that his black man has a huge tool too, but
happily for him, he only likes getting blowjobs, so our Timotej doesn't
have the same sort of problem with him that Dmitri has with his target.
Pavel had a Chinese target, but he was falling in love with him, so he
asked to be replaced. So they passed the Chinese to Valery who was free.
Valery is as usual - he just needs to be near a man for him to try to
get into his trousers. It seems that Mikail is having difficulty in
making him behave. Well, possibly Valery would be satisfied with
Nikita's Brazilian. But so many problems, such a mess... When they first
proposed for us to work at the NOD, I felt like it was almost a fairy
tale, but now..."

"What do you want, after all we are nothing but the homosexual whores of
the KGB. They tell us with whom we have to go to bed, and we have to do
our best to satisfy our targets, including the risk of having them tear
us a new asshole, or to go all night long without a moment of rest.
Moreover we absolutely have to not fall in love with one of our targets,
or else we would no longer be efficient. A spy cannot fall in love..."

"You sound bitter, Yuri. Yet we have always known it to be so, Aleksandr
clearly told us from the very first day. He has been honest with us, you
can't deny that."

"Yes, sure, and I'm absolutely not complaining. My three targets were
all fine, especially this last one, it seems. But we remain only people
paid to fuck. Possibly it is because of that that at times we enjoy
having sex amongst ourselves. It is healthy sex made for the pleasure of
having it, not as work, not for a salary. Do you know what I mean,
Stanislav? Why don't we undress and go in the other room to wake up
Nikita? I would really like to make love with no hidden purpose, now."

"A threesome?"

"Why not? Quietly, slowly, just waiting for supper time... Are you
game?"

Stanislav smiled and nodded in assent. They undressed and slipped into
Nikita's small bed, lying against him, one on each side. As soon as
Nikita woke up between their naked and aroused bodies, they started to
make love.

But, while he was with his fellows, Yuri kept asking himself what was
happening to him. He was always thinking of Roger, he wasn't able to
erase him from his mind even for a moment. And, he realized, it was not
only the image of the perfect body of the young man, not even the
special way he was able to make love, or the way Roger looked and smiled
to him... it was all of Roger, his character, his personality, that,
together with all the rest, was fascinating. Something like an obsession
beat out in his thoughts - my Roger, my Roger...

At that thought Yuri rebelled - the man wasn't his fucking Roger! He was
just the prey of the KGB, and Yuri was the spider who had to
painstakingly weave his web to lure him by using his body, fucking with
him.

And yet... he was now having sex with his friends, like he had before
with Jean Pierre and with Olaf... he fucked with them too... but with
Roger it had been something more. Or possibly it was for Roger that it
had been something more. His Canadian target was in love with him; he
was already in love with Yuri. This was better bait to lure him into the
web, to hit the target, to fool him completely.

At a one point Nikita asked him, "Hey, where are you, Yuri? I feel you
are miles away..."

"No, I'm here fucking with you... and with Stanislav."

"And yet you're oddly pensive and silent. What's up? What are you
thinking about?"

"About that I would like you to fuck me in my ass and Stanislav in my
mouth. I really would like that a lot..."

"If that is your only problem, we will make you happy at once, right,
Stanislav? Get on all fours, go on, Comrade Dudaev!" Nikita said,
smiling merrily.

Yuri assumed the position and his two friends took him from both ends...
but Yuri was still thinking of Roger... What would his Roger have said
if he could now see him in that position, stuffed at both his ends?
Would his sweet smile fade away... would his tenderness become cold...
would his affection become contempt? Or would he join them in an
unrestrained orgy? And what would he feel seeing Roger in his place,
fucked at once by two males in rut, the fiery Nikita vigorously
hammering into him in a fast rhythm and the sexy Stanislav moving back
and fro with his mouth with calm but determination?

Yuri knew the answer. He would go to him and ask him if he weren't
enough for him... he would send away his two friends; he would embrace
Roger and would ask him - them or me; which do you choose? While his two
companions were accelerating their strokes, nearing their orgasm, Yuri
told himself - I would feel jealous of Roger... and this was like a
revelation.

"Are you satisfied, now, my friend?" Nikita asked him, afterwards.

"Yes, I needed that."

"What's that? Your handsome Canadian is not enough?" Stanislav asked him
with a sly smile, caressing Yuri's body all over; while Nikita went down
to satisfy Yuri with his mouth.

"I don't want to think of my job, now. I just need to come..." Yuri
murmured, feeling his orgasm approach.

Stanislav kissed him on the mouth, going on to caress his body, while
Nikita brought to an end his masterwork with his lips and tongue. While
finally Yuri was unloading arching his back in a spasm of pleasure,
shutting his eyes, he saw again the so sweet smile of Roger who was
looking at him during his orgasm, there in that little hotel not far
from the lake, both on the previous night and that morning. And he
thought that the day after he would see Roger again, but he could not
make again love with him... unless...

"Could you let me use the apartment between four and seven p.m.
tomorrow?"

"Do you want to bring your Canadian here?" Nikita asked him.

"Right. Have you two a date for tomorrow evening?"

"No, I'm to meet my target between nine p.m. and midnight." Stanislav
answered.

"And I don't have to meet mine until the day after tomorrow, between
three and eight p.m." added Nikita.

"Now that all three we have our target, it would be better we write down
a schedule, possibly fixing shifts in rotation. While you fix our
supper, Nikita and I will start to write a draft. What do you think?
Let's get up, boys!" Stanislav said.

While they were eating, they established the timetable for a full week
so that at certain times one of them would have the apartment at his
disposal and the other two would stay away; so they wouldn't have to ask
each time. Nikita and Stanislav willingly let Yuri have more time as he
was just beginning with his target and at first, they all knew, their
targets wanted to meet them more often.

The day after, when Yuri met Roger, his heart gave a sudden leap - God,
how beautiful, desirable he seemed him... When the boy said that there
would be no one at home until suppertime, Roger had a pleased smile.

He said, "Then, we can go immediately at your place. If you knew how
much I missed you in these twenty hours. You are bewitching me, my boy.
Today at work I did nothing but think of you."

They went to Yuri's home and immediately started making love. Yuri was
thinking about the people at the listening centre who were watching them
in that moment or would look at them later on the videotapes where their
shows of affection were recorded. For the first time this thought
disturbed him. He could feel that what Roger and he were doing was a
wonderful thing and the fact they were recording, looking at it made it
become something dirty. The people of the listening centre would not
tell the difference from any other fuck...

Then a new thought hit him - the people of the listening centre would
not understand that this time it was something different. Yuri felt
terribly confused.

"What's up, Yuri? You seem different, today. Is something worrying you?"

"No, no, nothing, really nothing..." the boy answered, almost scared,
then, trying to put on a more casual tone, he added, "I like very much
making love with you, Roger, you know?"

"Yes, Yuri, I like it very much too ... but I feel that today you are
somewhat more... distant than yesterday. Can you possibly be upset
because today when I came here I at once started to... without first
chatting for a while with you? Do you think that I'm only interested in
having sex with you? But it is not so, I assure you. I just thought you
too desired doing it immediately... For me you are not just a pastime.
To me you are important. This is why it took me so long decide to tell
you I desired you physically, can you understand that? With the other
boys I finished in a twinkling of an eye. I just looked at them and if I
liked them I immediately asked them if they had a place... With you it
has been different, from the first time I saw you."

"Did you have many boys?"

"Yes, I admit it, more than a few. But all were just banal adventures
with no or almost no sequel. You are different, I can feel it."

"Did you ever have a steady boyfriend, a serious relationship?"

"Just once, but there was no real love. We were together for a full
school year, our last at the University. We were roommates and we made
love practically every night. Until, when we graduated, each of us went
his way, without regret."

"Was he your first boy? Was he your first time?"

"No, this time was when I was more or less your age, in the last
University year, as I said. My first time happened long before, when I
was fifteen. Dad adopted a fourteen-year-old mulatto boy, the
illegitimate son of a cousin who died. We slept in the same room. After
a couple months of living together, one night he came to my bed and told
me that he loved me as I was to him more than a brother... and he
started to caress me in a more and more intimate way, and got me
aroused... and he taught me to make love. But later I discovered that he
did it also with other boys - that was my first big disappointment. So I
refused to do it again with him and, for a while, I even tried to steal
his boys from him. But then I started to look for my own boys... Until,
after I graduated at the University, I enlisted in the Navy."

"And in the Navy, who knows how many adventures, with your mates..."

"No, with just one. But when we were on leave, yes. A young man in
uniform always finds lots of men trying with him, in every port. There
was an embarrassment of riches!"

"You are also so beautiful... And also here in Moscow..."

"Before meeting you I met four or five other boys, here in Moscow, but
none was exceptional as you are. You really are special, Yuri, believe
me. And I don't mean just in bed. To me you are special in every
context."

"If you had to make a choice between being just friend to me without
making love, or to have just sex without being friends, which would you
choose?"

"You are asking me to choose between air and food... one without the
other would lead to death."

"But if you were bound to make a choice?"

"Friendship, I think, but I would die."

"Come off it!"

"No, Yuri. Since yesterday evening I have thought a lot of you, of us.
We still don't know each other deeply, it's true, but... you are the
most splendid person I have ever known. I really hope that ours is not
only an adventure to forget in a day."

"You don't know me, as you said. As well I don't still know you. I don't
even know what work you do at your Embassy."

Yuri said this sentence on purpose, for the benefit of whoever was
listening to them. Roger started quietly to tell him about his work as
cultural attachˇ. Of course he was just speaking of the official aspect
of his work, but this was just a first step. Yuri was listening and
asking mostly innocent questions.

Then suddenly, without even knowing the reason, he asked, "Is it true
what I've heard, that all those who work in the Embassy are also spies?"

"Not everybody. Just some."

"And you?"

Roger looked at him with a smile, "If I were a spy, my answer would of
course be a no. If I weren't, my answer would of course be a no.
Therefore your question is useless, Yuri, isn't it?"

The boy smiled in his turn but asked, "What if you instead answered me
yes?"

"I will be either a liar or a two bit spy."

"Anyway, do you see, between us there would never be something really
deep? Your job, our nationalities... Our story, in the best of worlds,
would be just an agreeable adventure, nothing more than an adventure."

"Let time tell Yuri. For the moment let's try to get to know each other
better, to feel comfortable together. Let's try to profit from the
chance that made us meet, know, discover each other..."

Yuri thought that that "chance" had really another name - KGB. And yet,
inside, the boy could feel that Roger was becoming something more than
one of his many targets. And he was afraid. It seemed that Roger was
really falling for him, and this would allow him to play him like a
fiddle. But he was also aware that he was feeling particularly
sentimental about that young man, something that he was not allowed to
feel, and this was really dangerous.

"Why are you so beautiful, Roger?" he asked, heart-broken.

"For you... As you are beautiful for me."

They went on talking for a long time, lying on the bed, flirting from
time to time until their senses were once again awakened.

At a certain point Roger looked at his watch. "I would like making love
with you again, before leaving. Would you like it too, my sweet Yuri?"

"Yes. How could I be near you, especially now, both naked, without
feeling an overwhelming desire? Answer me, my wonderful man coming from
so far away! Afterwards will out take me out for supper?"

"I can't, Yuri. I have a working supper."

"Or possibly, instead, you are going to meet another boy..."

"No, don't worry; he is fat and ugly, and rather elderly. But he is a
big wig, and I cannot skip it."

"Is he your boss?"

"No, one of your representatives... and he is even unpleasant."

They started again to make love, and this time Yuri enjoyed it even more
than before, as he was able to forget about the bugs and the recording,
but thought only of Roger.

Roger perceived the difference, for while they were dressing he said, "I
am happy we loved again. I have again found the Yuri of Dubna, the one
who conquered me."

They went out and said goodbye. Yuri took the underground and went
rapidly to the Lubyanka through one of the secret entrances they used,
to avoid being seen if they were followed. Korobilo was not there, but
he met Ivan and told him how a last he succeeded in starting his
relationship with the Canadian diplomat.

He also told him he felt that his target had a really big crush on him,
and that therefore he should give him rope, making him believe he too
was in love with Roger. Ivan approved, gave him some advice then told
him he would check the recording, after it was gone over by the
specialists, to be able to give him more pertinent advice.

"If you really get him to love you, you have to try to bind him tightly
to you, so that you can squeeze out good information from him. Give him
enough rope and you will see that he will hang himself. If he is a
romantic type as you say, the more you show you are in love with him,
the more you will have him in the palm of your hand. You know that our
superiors are very keen about him, as he surely works in close contact
with the CIA. Please, Yuri, play your cards carefully; we count on you a
lot. This target is one of the most important we have been assigned up
to now."

Yuri assured him he would play all his cards in the best way and that
they would be proud of him. He asked for news about the new cadets,
especially the ones he had known, and about his old mates. Then he also
asked him how was proceeding his relationship with Aleksandr. Ivan said
it was going better and better and that they were looking for a nicer
apartment, now that both of them were getting a best pay.

They said goodbye, then Yuri went to see a movie, to wait for the time
when he could go back home.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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