Kane

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

Title; Kane. Chapter Sixteen.

D-day! I woke up with a start and couldn't roll Tracey over quick enough to fuck him. Ramming into him like it might be my last time to do this and wanted to get the most out of what could be our last coupling. He even cried out at the savagery of my attack that was almost like rape, but I cried and apologised after and I think he understood why I had acted in that way.

I begged him to do the same to me but he did the complete opposite by being as gentle and loving as he could as he slowly fucked me as opposed to the rough way I had handled him.

'I once saw a film,' Tracey began as he made himself comfortable in my arms afterwards. 'It was really a documentary about an abattoir. There was this pen that held a lot of bulls, and as the slaughtering began, they could smell the blood and the whole lot seemed to go berserk. The bulls kept mounting each other and fucking as hard and as many as they could for I think they knew they were about to die and wanted to fuck anything to try and leave something of themselves behind before they were killed. Now don't take this wrong, but you reminded me of that film. Not that you are going to die, but the thought is there, somewhere back in your mind.

It happened in the last World war. Men went with completely strange women for sex with the same thought in their mind, that if they didn't come back, maybe they'd leave one of the women with a child that was part of them, and so they would still be an entity in the years to come even if they were dead.'

'You sure do have some strange thoughts,' I said.

'Don't laugh at me, for you have just behaved in the same way. The only thing is, I wish that I could have a baby by you. I am, and I hope that you agree, that I am your wife and that you are my husband. Just because we are of the same sex shouldn't matter when you are in love. Oh Christ, I'm crying now,' and he actually began to sob. 'I do love you Marcus and I want to be with you forever.' His tears brought tears to my own eyes and I kissed him and let our tears mingle together as they ran down our cheeks.

'I love you too Tracey, and will also continue to do so as long as I should live.'

That, if that wasn't a statement or declaration of love, I don't know anything about anything, but I loved this young man in my arms and would go through heaven and hell for him. There was not much more we could say so we just held each other tight exchanging the occasional kiss until nature called.

We got up and saw to the morning ritual of showering, teeth cleaning etc. making each task last and I came to realise that I was a bag of nerves. Was it always like this I wondered as I kept running through my mind the actions we would be taking this coming night? I had been going through each man's role and even changing some around but kept coming back to the original plan.

'You are thinking of the others,' Tracey said over breakfast when I mentioned this. 'Before, the fight has come to you and you've acted by instinct. To you and you alone, I was just a bystander as it were. This time you are taking the fight to them and feeling responsible for the men who will be behind you. I would say that it's a natural reaction on your part and I would probably think less of you if you didn't worry about them.'

'It's that I don't want to let them down or for them to get hurt on my behalf.'

'You probably are a very good captain but would make a lousy general.'

'Why?'

'Because you think of the men as they are and not as cannon fodder. You care, and that's what is important, so stop worrying for I'm sure that your crew will do you credit tonight.' Wise words from one so young and not really versed in war but knew of the danger that was involved. In spite of that, I still spent the morning going over the whole plan again to see if I'd missed anything that could backfire on us.

I forced myself to eat the lunch that Tracey prepared and was glad when the first car drew up outside and that Charlie and Flanagan had arrived. I let Charlie look through my notes while Flanagan told me what he had procured. The best was the four explosive devices which could be used for the diversion, though I wanted to hold back on two as a reserve. Flares, stun grenades, the lot, as well as guns and rubber bullets and also some live ammunition that would be for Charlie and myself to be used only as a last resort. Welsh, Tyler and Fraser arrived shortly afterwards in another vehicle.

Donald had the others bring in the clothing and let Tracey and I have first choice. Army surplus stores are great if you know what you want. Camouflage dress and sturdy boots and blacking that would be applied to our faces at the last minute.

'You look a proper soldier now,' Tracey said when I was dressed, even down to the beret.

'You look bloody good yourself,' I said, but he still looked like a woman in spite of the garb he was wearing. Then Knowles, Stiles, Jones and Foster arrived in a mini bus with the balance of what we needed. I was glad they'd all arrived early for it gave us a bit longer to go over our attack plan.

If we were to say that the building was square, which it almost was, you can picture it. The back was the North where I would be with Colin and Donald, covering the rear entrance to the kitchens and most likely place for the guardroom to be. Charlie and Nobby would cover the North East corner. David and Mark, the North West corner. Mick would cover the front and place explosives under any, or at least one vehicle at the front and throw if he couldn't place it, another charge at the front door. Dick would cover his approach on his right flank and the South East corner. Jimmy would cover his left as well as the South West corner. Tracey would be behind and well back to my left to watch for signals.

We'd noticed on our daylight reconnaissance that the guards patrolled in pairs. Now we wouldn't know till we got there if they had one or two pairs out at the same time which is what I would have done, though I would also have had a forward observation post of which I saw no sign there.

If two pairs were patrolling, they would or should be on opposite sides of the Manor on their rounds, so Charlie and Nobby would take one pair and David and Mark take the other, moving in as close to eight o'clock as they could though it would be on Tracey's signal that they were in the right place so that they could be taken out, without any alarm being given I hoped. Then Mick would set off the diversionary explosion and hopefully one against the main front door.

With the first charge going off, Colin, Donald and myself would go in through the kitchen and hope to catch the off duty guards before they were ready. Nobby would then go back to support Dick and Mark to support Jimmy. With Mick, they would then attempt to enter from the front while Charlie and David came to back us up at the kitchen.

From there, it would be in-house fighting to take out all that got in our way until we secured every room. With luck, we should all converge in the middle and then we would attack the upper floors together. Advance parties and those giving covering fire were sorted out and the briefing was over. Each man was given a tot of brandy and then we went out to the vehicles and set off for Wiltshire.

We were ahead of schedule so there was no need for speed and our convoy was kept within the limits. I was in the lead car with Colin bringing up the rear as he also knew where we were going and we had the mini bus in between us. The light was beginning to fade when we reached the place where I wanted to park the vehicles. It was a track we had found off the main road that led into a copse and out of sight of the main road and about five hundred yards from our objective.

We parked and disembarked and donned our berets and blacked up our faces before sorting out our weapons. Charlie and I were to be the only ones carrying pistols with live ammunition, the rest had rubber bullets, which, if hit in the right place, could still render a man unconscious. We all loaded ourselves with stun grenades and a pencil flashlight. Flares and two explosive charges were carried by Mick for his frontal attack. I carried the other two charges.

Tracey was over the moon to be given his first gun and gave me a big smile as he slipped the carrying strap over his shoulder so that it nestled in his arms.

With everybody ready and watches checked, we moved off for a quick look at the target before the last of the light disappeared. This was a line of trees about a hundred yards from the Manor that was just now beginning to put on the inside lights. With us hunkered down, we saw that they had in fact put out two patrols as I had predicted, and they moved round the place so as to be on opposite sides at the same time. They didn't meet as they were both moving in a clockwise direction which meant that we could take one out without the other one knowing, but I wanted both out at the same time for I didn't want them about when the first explosion came.

With a lot of whispered good lucks, we separated to take up our positions. We had been at the South West corner and so Jimmy didn't have to move as we left. Mick and Dick didn't have as far to go as the rest of us. We were all in our respective places a good five minutes early and so we sat and looked at our watches as the minute hand slowly crept round towards eight.

Tracey, at two minutes to the hour, gave me a kiss and a hug, much to the amusement of Colin and Donald, and moved off to his position. I prayed and wished that no harm came to him in this endeavour and that we all would come out safe at the other end.