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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 126c IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* 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. ********************* He kissed me back and rubbed his nose against mine. He let out a little chuckle, “I think that’s us back to normal.” I squeezed him tighter with my legs. He chuckled once more, “Are you ready to go again?” “Anytime with you.” He laughed again. It was at that precise moment Draco began to bellow. I sighed, “Oh well. Maybe next time. I had better get up and make sure he is okay.” Forts giggled, “Come on. I will help, Mum.” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 126c � A time for reflection Forts continues the story “Daveeee, quick, he’s weeing on me.” God, I wasn’t expecting that. I had just started changing little Draco, finally managing to have undone the bloody baby safe safety pins, cleaned his bum and gotten him all ready and laying on the new terry nappy, when the little devil began peeing straight up into the air. “Daveeee quick. It’s going everywhere!” I couldn’t believe it. I covered his little winkle with my hand, trying to stop the fountain. “Daveeee.” “For God’s sake Forts. I’m here. I was getting his bottle… What are you doing? …Out of the way!” “I am covering his little winkle.” Davy looked incredulously at me, “Little? He is as big as Andrew already… He takes after his daddy, obviously.” I grinned, “Hey…Who’s going to be as big as his daddy then?” Davy shook his head, “Don’t get all big-headed, come on Forts, out of the way… We can only hope you have more brains than your Daddy…Can’t we, Draco?” I gave a little pout, my hand still deflecting the piddle, “But, if I move my hand, it will go everywhere.” “Forts! It is going everywhere. Hold this.” Davy thrust the bottle at me, “Out of the way! Why didn’t you just use the old nappy? That would soak it up.” Davy grabbed the nappy I had just removed, but before he got it in place, Draco had finished. I was sure the kid was smiling at us. Davy looked at me, then began laughing, “Forts, your hair is wet and it’s dripping off your chin.” “I know. It was like one of those geyser things in America.” Davy was practically hysterical, he padded Draco dry with the old nappy. His face suddenly becoming all serious. He looked at me, “Forts, this nappy has got blood on it…” I felt like a naughty schoolboy, “Yes, the safety pin got me.” Pouting again, I held up my finger, “Look.” Davy just shook his head, reached for another clean nappy and placed Draco on it, before powdering his bum and bits. “Your silly daddy thinks I am going to fall for his ‘helpless’ routine. Well, it won’t work will it…Daddy will have to learn how to change you too.” I watched mesmerised as Davy fastened up the new clean nappy and pulled on the little baby suit. “Wow, that was quick. Who taught you to do that?” “Theodora and Maureen.” “Well, I am impressed. I was having enough problems, just keeping my eye on him.” “Don’t be impressed. I will be teaching you VERY soon.” Davy continued speaking to a now giggling Draco, as he picked him up, “Now, shall we see if your daddy can feed you without it going everywhere?” I could taste pee on my lips, “Can I just wash my face? I won’t be a minute.” Davy glanced skywards and held out his hand for the bottle and offered it to Draco, who began feeding peacefully. “Darling, I thought you said Maureen was feeding him?” Davy moved to one of the armchairs, “She is during the day. At night times, she suggested we use this evaporated milk stuff. Draco seems to love it.” “Is that okay for him?” “Yes, I spoke to Harding. He said it was fine, and it was a good idea to let Maureen rest overnight. Now go and wash your face. You can feed him while I clean up.” I turned for the ensuite, as Davy cooed and chatted softly to Draco. Davy looked so natural, sat there with Draco in his arms. I just had to give them both a kiss, I crossed to them. With my emotions rapidly overwhelming me, I kissed them both. “I love you both so much.” I felt my lips trembling. Davy kissed me back, “We love you too.” He then spoiled it as he looked back down at Draco, “Your daddy is soppy…isn’t he…” I didn’t think I was that long, but then I had jumped quickly into the shower. When I came back through, the bottle was empty and both of them were asleep. I lifted up Draco from Davy’s arms and placed him back in his cot; luckily he didn’t wake. Then I gently roused Davy and helped him back to bed. Two hours later, it all began again, as Draco began to cry. Davy yawned, “Your turn.” And went back to sleep. ** Athol takes up the story “Yes, Mrs Smyth, both Anthony and Jonathon are eligible to stay on and take up any of the courses we are providing. No, that’s correct, there is no cost. No, not even for bed and board. Okay, well let me know as soon as you can. Yes, and you. Thank you, goodbye.” Archie glanced up from his paper, “You’re never through, are you?” I shook my head, “No. But with Theodora’s death, I am way behind.” I picked up the phone, “Mishcon, yes, it’s me. Can you pop down to the staffroom? I need to find out where we are with everything. Okay, thank you.” Archie came and put his arms round me, “How many of the boys will be staying for the summer holidays? Do you know yet?” “I think quite a few. Are you going to run some activities for them again this year?” “I hope to.” Erzincan Escort Archie kissed my cheek. “I wonder if Forts would fancy taking them on a camping and pony trekking holiday again?” Archie chuckled, “I don’t think either he or Davy will have the time, what now with young Draco to take care of.” “Well, maybe McPhee and Harding then?” I suggested. Archie gave me another squeeze, “McPhee and Harding? How are they getting on? Davy told me Harding had taken Theodora’s death very badly. He was worried about them both… Chris said to him, he didn’t know what to do.” I nodded, “Yes, we need something to lighten the mood around here. Hopefully, the Christening next weekend will provide a turning point. And let me speak to Forts about Harding and McPhee.” * There was a light knock on the door, “Come in.” Archie, let go of me, as Mishcon came into the room, “Do you want me to go?” “No Archie, have a seat… Mishcon, thank you for coming.” “Not a problem. I have something I want to raise with you, too. But you go first.” “Well, really, I just want an update of where we are with extending the courses for the fourth years?” “That, I am pleased to say, is all under control. McPhee showed me some of the out buildings at Pittodrie. I think they will lend themselves to easy conversion to what we need. Archie was also good enough to show me the large room down at the stables here, above the entrance arch. That, with a bit of work, could become a new dormitory.” Archie laughed, “Just a pity it’s not nearer bonfire night. There is a load of shit to get rid of in it.” “Err, no bonfires Archie. We don’t want any uninvited German visitors. Christ, the local Air Raid Wardens would have a fit.” We discussed a few more things, and I was finished. “Now, what do you have that you want to raise with me?” Mishcon reached into his jacket pocket and produced a telegram message. “What’s that?” “It is a telegram from His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke Krillp.” Archie guffawed, “Not another one! I thought there were only two now after the death of Truorwskoy and Petrovich. Forts and Draco.” Mishcon continued, “So I thought, too. However, it appears there is a third, Krillp. It also appears that Krillp is, or should I say, was related to Petrovich.” “And?” “Well, he has seen the announcement in the papers about the birth of Draco to Theodora Petrovich and wants to know why instead of Petrovich he has been given the name Drageonivanov. He is demanding an explanation.” Archie shook his head, “Tell him to go and mind his own business.” “Archie, that’s not very helpful… Mishcon go on.” “Well, this could get legally messy very quickly. Forts has publicly stated, he is Draco’s father…Chaps, I am not sure if you are both aware quite how much animosity there is between the surviving branches of the Romanov family scattered round the globe.” “I still think you should tell him to mind his own business. Tell him Forts is the head of the Romanov family in the United Kingdom and to butt out!” “Archie!” “The problem, Archie, is Krillp, declared himself head of the surviving Romanovs worldwide and heir apparent to the Russian Throne, should it be restored.” “Just tell him he can have it. Forts doesn’t want it.” “Archie! … So, what’s to be done Mishcon?” “Well, I haven’t spoken to Forts about it yet. I wanted to speak to you first. I did try to warn him about picking up the baby and declaring he was the father.” “So, what do we do now?” “My advice is to wait… See what Krillp does next. We can all hope, nothing… He could contest Theodora’s Will and more importantly for Draco, her fortune. Can I leave it to you to speak to Forts, Athol?” “I am not sure that is a good idea, actually. You know how he gets about me being involved in his business.” Mishcon nodded, “You’re right, of course. I keep forgetting he is his own man now; not the boy you adopted. ** Davy takes up the story on the morning of the Christening Forts and I were kneeling in front of Father Vladimir, supposedly praying. Both of us dressed in matching green tunics and black trousers, our chests resplendent in with all our awards. Father Vladimir was waving an incense burner over us. I stifled a cough and glanced up at him through the cloud of fragrant smoke. He gave me a wink. I had grown to like him. For a priest, he had an amazingly funny sense of humour; he wasn’t bad looking either. He gave a final exaltation and bowed to Forts. Forts smiled and we both stood. “Thank you, Father Vladimir.” He bowed again, “Your Imperial Highness.” Then left us. He was nearly knocked out of the way as Gary stormed into our room, closely followed by a distressed Marcus. It was Marcus who spoke first, “Forts, I am sorry. I couldn’t get him to wait outside.” Gary snarled back at Marcus, “Fucking right, you couldn’t.” Forts stepped towards Gary, “Marcus, thank you, leave it with me.” Marcus looked relieved, he bowed his head and withdrew, closing the door behind him. “Gary, what can I do for you?” “Well, for a start, the two of you can start looking after your own baby. Maureen has enough to do looking after Aaran… MY SON!” “Gary, sorry, I don’t understand. Calm down and tell me what the problem is?” “She’s my wife! Arran is my child. That’s who she should be looking after, not your kid… If, in fact, it is yours!” “Gary! I don’t know what your problem is. But be very careful how you speak about Davy and my son Draco.” Forts took my hand, then continued, “Nor do I have time for this now. Can we speak later after the christening?” Gary dug into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Screwing it up, he threw it at Forts, who caught it mid-flight. “You fucking stand there in your silly outfit and pretend it’s not you who did this? I thought you were my friend.” “Gary, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Forts unscrewed the paper ball. His face dropped as he read it. “What is it?” I couldn’t remain silent any longer. Forts looked confused and looked at Gary, then me, “Gary’s call-up papers.” “Call-up papers? But Gary is employed here on the farm.” Forts nodded at me. Gary began to clap, “Oh well done, you two. Great acting. You nearly had me convinced.” Gary sneered, “And all this time you have been pretending you cared for me… You BASTARD!” I could see Forts was stunned, Erzincan Escort Bayan “Gary, I know nothing about this. I promise you.” Gary shook his head. “Forts, stop lying. I phoned them and told them they had made a mistake. But you know what they told me? You phoned them! And that I am no longer employed here! I thought you were my friend.” Gary’s voice faded as he collapsed to his knees. Forts went to him and dropped down to him and embraced him, “Gary, I know nothing about this. BUT, I will sort it out!” I glanced at my watch, “Forts, I’m sorry, but we don’t have time. We have to leave for the church.” Forts hugged Gary, then pulled back and looked him in the eye. “Gary, I have to go. Wait here until we get back. I will sort this.” Gary nodded. His aggressive anger now transformed into despair. I couldn’t believe it. I had just witnessed the arrival of Mr Hyde and now, before me, sobbing, was Dr Jekyll. * I went to the cot and picked up Draco, Forts joined me and we made our way down to the courtyard. Forts looked at me, shaking his head, “Who could have done this?” I bit my lip and said nothing. Andrei was standing by the open door to the Rolls. Forts took his hand and shook it, “Andrei, sorry, we had a bit of a problem.” Andrei just bowed, “Your Imperial Highness.” We both climbed into the car, me carrying Draco. Dima, his mother, Robert, and the Princess Alexandra were in the other car. Athol, Archie, McPhee, Harding, Gregor, Landers, Niki and Ouranoff bring up the rear in the school bus. I could see Forts was seething, he closed the security glass. “Did you know about this with Gary?” I shook my head, “No, but I can understand why someone did it.” Forts didn’t even turn to face me, just snapped, “What do you mean by that?” “Forts, you just REALLY don’t see what he is like, do you? The man is dangerous…” Forts snapped back at me, “NO DAVY! He is not dangerous, he is ill. Christ, this could push him over the edge. When I find out who did it, it will be them out of a job! Not Gary.” “Forts stop. Listen to yourself. What is it about Gary, he can do anything he wants and treat everyone appallingly, yet you always take his side?” Forts grunted, “I am not prepared to talk about it anymore.” I could feel my own anger rising, “Exactly, that’s your problem, Forts. Anything unpleasant… and you throw up walls!” “Davy, I don’t want to hear this… NOT today of all days.” “Forts, you have to listen. How can it be, everyone else is wrong and you’re the only one who is right about him?” He didn’t answer me. The rest of the journey went in silence. * Andrei pulled the car up outside the Orthodox church, I could see Bishop Navarofski waiting for us at the door. Forts turned to me, “Davy, come on. I’m sorry. I am not going to fall out with you over, Gary. I love you way too much. Give me a kiss.” He took my hand and squeezed my fingers. I leant forward and kissed him. He was right. Why was I getting involved, anyway? Once out of the car, we greeted the bishop and were led inside. It was with a mixture of dread and excitement I entered the church again, Draco sleeping peacefully in my arms. Thankfully, the atmosphere inside was lighter. The place smelled fresher than the day of the funeral. Maybe because there wasn’t as much of the heavy incense in the air. Instead, bright flowers mingled with the candles, and everyone was smiling. Forts and I were shown down to our places at the front next to Dima, his mother, Athol and a grinning Archie. Once more, the bishop conducted the main service. The priests chanted various orthodox hymns. Father Vladimir was one of them, I was amazed how deep his voice was chanting. It was nothing like his speaking voice. We made eye contact, and he gave me a friendly wink. I blushed. Eventually, we were called forward to the font. Draco had begun to stir, he was probably bored like me. Fixing my smile, Forts and I took Draco up to the font. Athol, Archie, Dima and his mother joined us. After addressing us all and asking the questions regarding everyone agreeing to support Draco as he was admitted into the Church, the bishop took him from me. In a loud voice, the bishop announced, “I baptise you Draco, Pytor, David, Dimitri, Drageonivanov, Romanov.” The bishop dipped his fingers into the font and made the sign of the Orthodox cross on Draco’s forehead, who promptly let everyone know he was not impressed. With everyone smiling and chuckling, the bishop went to hand him back to me; I smiled and nodded towards Forts. Forts glanced at me as he took Draco, “I thought you would…” I smiled, “No, no, I am fine. You can hold him.” Fort’s face was a picture as he struggled with the crying octopus; that was Prince Draco. Dima came to his rescue and took Draco into his arms. Draco immediately settled. Forts laughed, “Ah, Uncle Dima, to the rescue.” Forts turned and winked at me, grinning. I just shook my head. He had gotten out of it again. We were all invited into an anteroom for some refreshments. Forts went on ahead with the bishop and Athol. Archie took my arm, “Is everything okay? You looked a bit concerned as you entered the church.” “You know me too well, Archie.” I smiled. “Davy, you have one of those faces. You just can’t disguise your true feelings. Is everything sorted now?” “I am hoping so… Just before we left, Gary came storming into our room, accusing Forts of notifying the draft board that he no longer works at the castle. They have called Gary up.” Archie’s reaction wasn’t what I was expecting, “What was Fort’s reaction?” “Apart from anger and shock, you mean?” “Ahh.” “Do you know something about this, Archie?” He took my hand. His voice was suddenly all serious. “Davy, listen to me. You know nothing. If you know nothing, you can’t be accused of anything. Come on, I need a cool drink. Remember, you know nothing and say nothing.” ** Harding takes up the story After the service, everyone was heading back to the Castle. I had a surprise for Chris. I took hold of his arm, “How do you fancy staying in Aberdeen tonight? We can walk down to the coast and look at the sea.” He looked straight at me. His eyes looked sad. “Is this the breaking up talk then already?” That shocked me, “No Chris. Quite the opposite. I just want some time alone with you. I have booked us in to a hotel for a night… Escort Erzincan Well, someone has.” Chris looked confused, “A hotel? So you’re not dumping me?” A tear rolled down his cheek. I pulled him to me, “No, you daft thing. I love you. I am sorry I have been a bit off since… Well, you know… But I realise now, I did everything I could, some things are just not meant to be. I have gone over and over everything in my head. Theodora had the best medical treatment you could get… I forgot that primary thing for doctors; all doctors, including me. ‘No one lives forever.’ …I am sorry, I have been wasting our time together, wallowing in my own pity.” Chris put his fingers to my lips, smiling with joy, “Shush. Which way is it to the sea?” * A couple of hours later, we arrived at the reception desk of the Grand Hotel, looking ever so slightly windswept. Chris grinned, allow me. He stepped up to the desk, “Good afternoon, how do you do? I am the Baronet Kingholm, you have a room reserved for me in the name of C Harding.” The tailed receptionist immediately broke into a smile. He tapped his nose, “Of course. I took the call from His Imperi…” He stopped and smiled at McPhee, “Your Lordship.” He gave a bow, “One moment,” he wrote something in the ledger and clicked his fingers for one of the bellhops. “Take his Lordship to the Royal Suite.” The bellhop nodded and looked round for luggage. Of course, we had none. The receptionist clicked his fingers and gestured towards the lift, his fawning smile momentarily dropping as he glared at the boy. We were soon in a very nice suite, with a distant view of the sea. I pulled Chris to me, “I hope you don’t expect me to call you, My Lord.” Chris laughed, “No, it’s not even the correct address for a baronet. I was hoping that idiot wouldn’t know any better, and he didn’t.” I laughed, “YOU have obviously pulled that stunt before. Nice room though… You do it anytime I take us to a nice hotel.” “Did he say his Imperi? … Did Forts book this for us?” I nodded, “He thought we need a night away together. He was right, I was going to book it myself, but he insisted. It’s all on him, including the Champagne.” Chris smiled, “Good old Forts! You just have to love him.” “You do!” I walked to the large ice bucket and picked up one of the bottles of Champagne. “Drink?” Chris nodded, beaming. “I am just leaping in the shower, give me one minute.” He vanished into the bathroom. “Con, come here! You have to see this.” I poked my head round the door. Chris was standing next to a huge bathtub. “Look at the size of this!” I smiled, “Big enough for two, don’t you think? You start running it. I will get some glasses and a bottle of bubbles.” Chris grinned, smiling, and began pulling off his clothes as the water started to run. When I got back he was pouring something into the water, “I hope this is bubble bath?” He sniffed at the neck of the empty bottle. I laughed, “Let’s hope so now you have poured it all in.” Naked, he climbed into the tub, giving me a lovely view of his teenage body and his low hanging balls, and cut cockhead dangling below his beautiful arse. He sat down, smiling, “Come on. In you get!” “Let me pick up your clothes first. We have to go home in these tomorrow.” He smiled and began splashing the water, he looked so happy, “Hey it is bubble bath.” I stripped off and poured two glasses of Champagne. Once in the bathroom, I handed him his glass and put down the bottle next to the bath, then climbed in beside him. “To us.” I chinked glasses with him. “To us,” he beamed. “Oh, and thank you Forts!” he called out, raising his glass into the air. I copied him, “Yes, a big thank you Forts!” We sat entwined, laughing and drinking, until the water went cold. I poured the last dribbles from the Champagne bottle into our glasses and we finished it off. I gave Chris a kiss, “Time to get out.” He nodded. * We hadn’t heard anyone come into the room while we were both in the bath. But someone had and two white towelling dressing gowns were laid on the bed. We both shed the towels round our waists and put them on. “Look, the Champagne and ice have been replaced too.” Chris couldn’t believe it. Nor could I. Forts was full of surprises. There was a knock on the door. I went and opened it, “Good evening, Sir. I am Malcolm, the maitre de, your room service order.” That took me by surprise, “But we haven’t ordered anything.” I glanced past him into the corridor to see two more members of staff and a couple of trolleys with several plates covered by large silver domes. “It was ordered at the time of the booking… Your evening meal, Sir.” I had forgotten about eating. I stood back, just shaking my head as the three of them came in. Malcolm supervised, one of the others laid the small table by the window. The other set up plate warmers on the sideboard. Between them, they soon had it looking amazing. Two formal place settings, each with a domed plate cover concealing the plates. Malcolm invited us to sit down and then simultaneously, the covers were removed, “Your lobster entr�e, Gentlemen.” I think both Chris and I gasped. Malcolm smiled, obviously pleased at our reaction. “My Lord, Sir, I will leave Brian here to serve the rest of your meal. Please don’t hesitate to ask him for anything.” Chris gave me a dirty wink, thankfully Malcolm missed it. Then, with a final flourish and a bow of his head, Malcolm turned to Chris and me, “Bon appetite, My Lord, sir.” And he left. ********************** Guy’s I promise some steamy hot sex in the next chapter. I know some of you are missing it. ********************** 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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