Kane

This fictional story of gay men is for persons over the age of eighteen.

Title; Kane. Chapter Fifteen.

I woke with us still top to tail in the bed, a sheet loosely drawn over us, but he'd rolled over onto his front and all I had in front of my face was his lovely bum cheeks. I gave each one a kiss and then moved down and pulled him half up on his knees to a series of groans and ignoring his waking moans, pushed my erection into him. He gave out a gasp and came fully awake as my thighs met his bum and then I let him go to slide back down onto his front with me inside him.

'Oh you darling,' he said in a muffled voice. 'You know just the right way to wake me up,' as I began to fuck him while laying fully on his back. With my hands up under his armpits to grasp his shoulders, I was able to exert more pressure in my fucking, and he loved it. Why is that morning erection the hardest it gets all day? I can never at night achieve that iron bar attitude of flesh that makes me wonder if I could knocks nails into wood with it. So a morning fuck is wonderful more for the recipient than the giver as it really ploughs his furrow and it drew cries of pleasure from Tracey as it swelled even more as I came, him coming too from his squashed penis beneath his body.

I lay on his back panting and feeling my heart beat a strong fast tattoo against his body. It took several minutes for it to slow down to its normal rate, my hips that had been tight and rigid now relaxed as did my grip to his shoulders.

'How many times a day do I say I love you?' came his voice from the pillow. 'Because I don't think I say it enough. My lovely Marcus with his, and my favourite weapon up inside me like it is now.' He really had strong muscles in the cheeks of his bum and they were constantly flexing themselves to tighten them up and subsequently his insides that surrounded my tool. The pressure was all round and far much better than a hand being used to squeeze it.

'Shower time my little lovely one,' I said as I kissed the back of his neck. 'We've got a lot to do today,' and I got his little cry as I pulled out of him. I showered and shaved and did the other things one does in the morning and went and put the coffee on while he performed his ablutions. Our breakfast was quick and we were soon dressed and out to get a taxi to take me to my bank in the Strand. There I drew out ten thousand pounds and we went off and spent three of them on a computer and all the works and also something to suit Tracey for the coming night action against the Manor.

We stayed in the city for a light lunch before heading back to the flat for Tracey to set up the computer. I had to get this to be able to print out the pictures taken with the digital camera and blow them up. It would have looked silly having a briefing and have to keep passing around the camera for all to see what I was talking about.

While Tracey was doing all this, with some large paper that we'd also bought, I drew the lay-out of the manor and grounds showing all the key points. Then I wrote a sheaf of notes and as I did so, wondered where this knowledge was coming from? I can't say that I was recalling anything but the pen flew across the paper as if it knew exactly what to put down.

Tracey was finished before me, so I sent him off to the shops to get a load of beer and some snacks for at least twelve people. He had to get a taxi back. The snacks were all pre-packed food, sausage rolls, small pork pies and the like so that there was no preparation required.

Charlie was the first to arrive just after dark and I asked him not to disclose my amnesia but to get the others to announce their name, rank and number for the benefit of Tracey. To Tracey I said that he was to appear to be taking notes, but just really note their names and an outstanding facial feature, like big left ear, red nose or whatever against their name for me to note as I spoke to them later.

Eleven of us were gathered in our small lounge after the last two arrived, so we had myself, Captain Marcus Kane, leader. Tracey Spencer as aide. Sergeant Charlie Feathers, Corporals Jimmy Knowles and David Welsh. Privates Colin Jones, Nobby Stiles, Mick Flanagan, Richard (Dick) Tyler, Mark Foster and Donald Fraser. They had all given their names etc so I was able at a quick glance be able to put a name to a face though, if the truth be known, I didn't recognise one of them even though we had all served together.

'I feel so proud for you,' Tracey whispered when the men made their greetings to each other, some not having been seen for a couple of years. 'A call goes out and they come running. They must really feel something for you.'

'They do Miss,' Charlie said, overhearing the last part. 'They're alive and the Captain got court martialled for it. So when I called them on his behalf, not one man refused.'

'Okay, that's enough,' I said. 'Tracey. Hand out some beer and put a few trays out please.'

'Too late, they've already found it all.'

'Well let's get started,' I said and when Charlie and Tracey were settled I began. 'I most sincerely thank you all for answering Charlie's call and being here tonight. Now you all know me and I know you, but if you see me hesitate it's because of this,' and I touched the plaster on my head. 'Now the only person you are not familiar with and that's Tracey. Tracey Spencer who has helped me enormously over the past few weeks. She knows as much as I do of what I'm about to tell you.

Two weeks ago in Berlin, we uncovered a massive counterfeit operation which we subsequently broke up, but I lost a colleague in the process. Tracey and I have survived four attacks but have now decided to go for the top honcho, one Sir Bernard Brakestone.'

There were some murmurs from the men sat around the lounge, so some of them knew the name. 'He has definitely been tied into a world- wide counterfeiting and laundering operation and I need to get the information from his Manor to put this leech away.

Now to get this, we will be meeting some opposition as you will see from the pictures in a few minutes time. Now I don't really want bloodshed that will be fatal. Hospitalisation and such like is all right. For you, if you vote to come along, will be a thousand pounds per man for the night's work. If wounded or injured, I will meet all hospital bills. If, and I say if, any one, God forbid, is killed, there will be a twenty thousand pound sum paid to your next of kin. But I don't want you to put yourself into such a situation where this might happen. I'd rather you surrender, loathsome as the thought is, you are not fighting for King and country, so you are more valuable alive than dead because we can always negotiate terms if you are taken. Oh, one last thing. We reckon that the opposition is around twelve, maybe fifteen men, and they have been recruited from the East End of London. The Boyle brothers gang, the Blisters being the most, though Tracey and I have already reduced their number by four. Now if anyone wishes to withdraw, please say so now. It will not be held against you at any time by any of us that remain.' I waited, but nobody made a move, except to turn to a neighbour to speak in whispers, some of them I caught. Just like old times eh? Feels good to be back in action. Thieving bastard, I can't wait!

'Okay,' I started again and got a smile from Tracey. 'Let's get down to it.' Then came my presentation showing them the layout of the Manor, the likely hot spots and then the photos, pointing out names when they were identified. Next came the timing and positions of everybody before we got down to the detailing of jobs to be done the next day for us to be ready.

'Sergeant Feathers will be the coordinator, so work through him. Jimmy, I want you to organise the transport. Four vehicles if possible. David, I want you to be in charge of arms and munitions, aided by Nobby, Mick and Dick. Now stun guns if possible and other guns to use rubber bullets. Smoke and stun grenades, flares, well you know what we'll need for this, I shouldn't have to spell it out. Mark, I want you to get small flashlights and whatever to aid in signals and communication. Now we are not going in for radios and such like because of the budget. Just keep it simple. Lastly, Donald. I want you to get night camouflage kit for all of us. Take a guess at sizes and then go one higher. Make it two for Charlie as he appears to have put on a bit more weight than the rest of us.' This brought out a laugh just as I'd hoped. 'Mick,' he was Irish, well with a surname of Flanagan, what did you expect. 'You know who to contact for a few explosive charges that we can use for diversionary purposes. Get what you can, okay?'

'No problem captain,' he replied with a grin. 'I just hope the others aren't Irish.'

'No. They are the low life of London, so there's no problem of your countrymen being at the receiving end. Now as to collection of materials. My place where Charlie is working is under surveillance by the Special Branch, so you other two, put up your hands so that the others know.' I waited to find out who these other two were, apart from Digby, who looked after my interests in respect of the properties that ran alongside my place. Jimmy and Donald raised their hands, the last surprising me by being one who worked for me, dour as any Scotsman could be.

'We don't really want our material being collected where you live and work, so liaise with Colin of transport for this.'

That, basically was that. I gave out monies to all who needed it for buying what they needed and we set the time for meeting here in Notting Hill at four o'clock the following afternoon. It didn't give them a lot of time to get all that we wanted, but time was short and we would have to do the best we could with what we could get. The plan of attack had been decided as had the time, it was now just a matter of them doing their job the following day. They were a noisy lot as they finished off the beer and food before taking their leave in twos and threes.

'Phew! That was some heavy stuff you've loaded onto them,' Tracey said as he went and opened some windows to clear the lounge of the haze of cigarette smoke and beer fumes. Then began collecting up the debris left behind.

'Somehow I think they would have said if it was too much for them,' I answered him.

'Bollocks! I watched their faces as you were talking. Those men were more like fans. If you'd have said shit and eat it, they would have done so! Those blokes love you! I could see it in their eyes. They're old soldiers. They can't wait to get a whiff of cordite and gun smoke again. You've rejuvenated them, I could see it. I thought you were asking too much of them in such a short time, but somehow, I think they'll do it,' he smiled as he came over and took me into his arms. 'Those men love you nearly as much as I do,' he said as he kissed me on the nose.

'They will even bend over backwards for you, but it is me that is going to do that, or should I say bend forwards.' I gave out a laugh as I thought he was reading too much into their enthusiasm to really believe him.

'In spite of what we are going to do tomorrow night, I'd rather have you with me than any of them,' giving him a kiss in return on his nose before kissing his lips and running my hands over the cheeks of his bum underneath the dress he was wearing.

'I'd rather have you too,' he smiled as he pulled me towards the bedroom and Nirvana beyond. And heaven it was. We fucked each other twice before we went to sleep.