Kane

'Now if it ever comes to court, you can truthfully say that I had an empty gun when I threatened to shoot you,' I said as I passed over the empty clip to Tracey. The fact that I then took a fresh clip from my pocket and inserted it into the butt and holstered it, was irrelevant.

'Where are we going in this now stolen car?' Tracey asked as he negotiated the roundabout that was at the end of the M40.

'The nearest station.'

'That'll be Uxbridge. The underground, Metropolitan line I think.'

'That'll do,' I said, and so, about five minutes later, we were there. I had already wiped the dashboard where Tracey had touched it on getting into the car, and as we came to a stop near the station, I wiped the gear shift knob and then did the steering wheel. I didn't want his prints in the car, mine, I didn't worry about for they already knew who I was. I took the keys from him as we walked the few yards to the entrance to the station and threw them into some waste sacks in an empty doorway.

We went to one of the automatic ticket machines and I noted that the station had camera's set up on the wall, so I knew these would be checked. Bearing this in mind, I dithered at the machine and was really wasting time for if when these tickets were issued, there was some way of them working out the time between the previous person buying a ticket and us, I wanted a big enough time gap for them to sort out for which station we bought tickets for. 'Look as though you are still under the threat of a gun,' I said to Tracey, 'for we are definitely on camera. Now where shall we let them think we are going,' I said as I dropped some coins and pushed Tracey to make him bend down and pick them up. I was scanning an Underground map as he picked them up and settled on Stockwell in South London and told him to get two tickets for there. I also noted that we would have to change at Baker's Street for another line to change yet again to get to Notting Hill Gate. But let them start looking for us in Stockwell was my main idea in this delay. So with tickets for that station, we went down to the platform to make our way back to our flat after a rather, on reflection, an exciting day out in the country.

With Uxbridge being the end of the line for this particular route, the train was almost empty. It was only a few minutes later after we had sat down that it moved off. I hadn't worried about our dallying at the ticket machine, for I knew that even with their walkie talkie radio's, those men we left behind wouldn't have been able to catch up with us. Not even if they had flagged down a passing car, for it would only have been a guess as to which direction we took. They would only know when they found their car would then concentrate on the station.

Chapter Eleven

Yes, it had been a rather eventful morning and it was only just now afternoon I mused as the train rattled along, still above ground, stopping at every station it came to. I studied the route that was above the seat opposite, working out where we had to change trains to get to Notting Hill Gate. But then I thought, why the hell am I running back to my hole to hide. The whole purpose of today's trip was to take the fight to the opposition, and it was the Blister's who came top in that poll.

When Tracey made to get up as we approached Baker's Street, I stopped him and told him of the change of plan.

'We're going on to Liverpool Street to change, and then on to Whitechapel.'

'Whitechapel?' he asked, looking slightly alarmed.

'Yes. To be precise, the Rose and Crown. I think that's the name. Let's get the Boyle gang off our backs first.' So that's where we finished up by walking into the pub. The inside was L shaped and had two entrances in the lower part and was really like the public section, while the top end of the L was more of a saloon type of place by having a small stretch of carpet.

We entered at the lower end of the L and walked towards the bar on our right, passing occupied tables under the large windows to our left. At one of these tables I spotted the Weasel, quite obvious by having a big plaster across his nose that was half sunk into his glass of beer. He nearly choked on it when he saw me and dropped his glass and tried to get out of my way, but I caught him by the throat and pulled him away from his table to slam his back against the bar.

'Where's Boyle?' I snarled at him. His frightened eyes flickered toward the saloon part of the pub and I could see several men at tables at the far end. I changed my grip on the Weasel by using my left hand at the back of his scrawny neck and put my right hand inside my coat to hold the butt of my pistol. I then marched the Weasel round the corner of the bar and up to the table at the far end.

It was a long table that was crosswise to the rest of the room, having a wall at the back so that the people sitting there could see right down to the door at the other end. It was apparent that the two men seated in the middle were brothers, with what I assumed to be others of their gang seated on either side and at the two ends.

I gave the Weasel a shove when we were close enough and he stumbled and landed half on the table, rattling the bottles and glasses that were on the top.

'I don't know which of you is George or Arthur,' I said, looking at the two brothers, 'but my name is Kane. I've come to tell you that the three you sent after me today will not be coming back. I do hope that you give out pensions to their widows.' My words were clearly heard in the silence that had fallen in the pub on my approach to their table. 'My advice to you is stop sending what few men you've got left after me.' I saw the man seated at the left end of the table begin to move his hand towards his coat. 'I wouldn't move that hand any further if you want to live,' I snapped, switching my glance to him. 'Didn't your mother ever tell you to never shit on your own doorstep?'

'You've got some gall coming in here Kane,' the brother on the right said to me.

'Well I thought that you would rather have me telling you the news than the Special Branch who were also involved in the shoot out. I also came to tell you that your involvement with Wilson and the E.C.B. is known by them now and so it would be wise to leave me and mine alone from now on.'

'Could it be,' a young black man seated to the right of the brother I had been speaking to, now began to talk, 'that the person in the dress right behind you is Tracey Spencer? Old man Spencer isn't going to like being told that his little boy is a faggot,' he sniggered. I pulled out my gun and smashed the barrel against the side of his face, splitting the skin.

'Another remark like that and I'll put a hole in your head.' He whimpered and pulled out a white handkerchief and held it to his face and the colours were a stark contrast. Black face, red blood now spreading over the whiteness of the handkerchief. I'm not a racist for I would have done the same to a white man for his remark. 'Have I made myself quite clear?' I said talking to the brother Boyle again. 'Leave us alone and no more of your men will die.' I got a nod and a look of hatred from Boyle and not wanting to push my luck any further, slowly put my gun back in its holster but kept my hand on the butt. I began to move backwards and kept facing them as I retreated to the door that Tracey held open for me.

The air seemed that much fresher when we got outside and quickly walked away from the pub towards the underground station, but I saw an empty taxi coming so I flagged it down.

'Pity about that,' I said to Tracey, taking his hand as we settled back in the seat of the taxi as he began to drive us to Notting Hill. 'I shouldn't have taken you in there.'

'It doesn't matter. He has to know sometime though I'd rather he didn't learn it from them.' I could see tears in his eyes as he said this.

'Shouldn't we go and see him ourselves first then?' I said.

'No,' Tracey said, giving a little sniff. 'I don't think he'd care one way or the other really. He never had time for me in the first place.' We sat in silence for a while as the taxi made its way to our flat. He broke it by asking me what had actually happened at the shoot out, not seeing anything as his head had been in my lap, so I told him what had occurred.

'So who were they following? Us or the Boyle's gang?' he asked.

'I don't really know, but I've a sneaking suspicion that it was us they were trailing and the Blisters got in the way.'

'Well at least we don't have to bother taking the car back. The police will have it now.'

'Oh shit!' I exclaimed, slapping my forehead and making myself wince for hitting the dressing. 'There's me wiping your fingerprints off their car and the one we'd been driving was in your name anyway. Shit!' I said again. 'I think they've been onto us ever since we landed at Dover.'

'Which ones?' Tracey asked.

'Special branch. I don't think Boyle's lot did until Tampon showed up dead. But the special branch I think have known you've been with me all the time. But why haven't they done anything? Why are they keeping back?'

'Could it be that you are doing something that they can't?' he asked with some insight. 'I mean, they can't go around killing Boyle's men, or roughing up vice president's of banks, but you seem to be getting away with it.'

'I see where you're coming from and damn it, I think you're right. The bastard's have been using me to flush out the villains, but it still doesn't say which side I'm on.'

'Does it matter?'

'To me, yes. But the odds are now swinging round to me working for the government. Look, the Boyle's know of me and have tried to kill us. Special branch know about us, but have not. Also, if I was working for another gang, why hasn't anyone else tried to make contact with me?'

'Good argument,' Tracey said as the taxi pulled up at the end of our road. I hadn't given him a house or flat number, I still tried to keep my whereabouts secret. I paid him off and waited till he was out of sight before moving us off to our flat.

'Oh what a tangled web we weave,' Tracey quoted as he held his arm in mine as we moved along the road. I gave his arm a squeeze and we went up the stairs to our flat.

'I don't know if I could call it home, but I'm glad to get here,' he said, kicking off his shoes and going to our drinks cabinet and pouring us both out a drink.

'So am I,' I said, giving him a kiss as I took my glass from his hand. He then pressed his front against mine and returned the kiss, making it last twice as long as the one I had given him.

'Home is the hunter, home from the hill,' he gave out with another quote.

'Will it be Shakespeare next?' I asked, giving him a grin. 'Like, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?'

'That was to be my next line,' he said, putting his hand into my lap and beginning to rub me, 'and ask you to take me to bed.'

'What about dinner?'

'Fuck dinner. I want to be fucked first. Dinner can wait, I can't,' and so I was dragged into the bedroom, drink and all, and had my clothes taken off. Then I had that thrill again of seeing him pull the dress off and stand before me in that gorgeous underwear, his prick sticking out in front like mine now was. He pulled me up so that he could hold me, our cocks banging against each as they got squashed between our bodies.

'Have I told you how much I love you Marcus Kane?'

'Not today you haven't.'

'Well I've said it now. You know, you even said you loved me when we got out of our car.'

'Did I? How remiss of me,' I grinned.

'Ooh, you beast,' he said, but with a smile as he kissed me.

'You didn't let me finish. I was saying how remiss of me for only saying it once.'

'Oh you darling,' he said, pulling me down onto the bed. 'Now we're here, make love to me.'

'I never thought you'd ask,' I laughed as he rolled over and got a condom and quickly and expertly, rolled it down on my cock. He got astride my legs and then held my cock upright and inserted it into himself and sank down on the shaft with a big smile on his face. He gave out a big sigh as he lowered himself till he was sitting on my thighs with my cock stuck up inside him like a flagpole.

'Have I told you what a lovely big cock you've got?' he asked as he wiggled his bum and sent a thrill right up my body.

'Not lately,' I said, making my cock twitch inside him. 'Nor have I said what a lovely backside you've got or how lovely you look when you're wearing these,' as I snapped at the suspender straps running down his thighs to the stocking tops, loving this young man sitting there impaled on my erection and having him squeeze me with his inner muscle.

'I just wish that my cock was as big as yours,' he said as he stroked his erection that was jutting out in front of him.

'I thought it was big enough for what you want,' I said, giving him a little bounce to remind him what he was sitting on my cock for.

'Huh!' he snorted. 'It disappears in one of your hands. Yours, I need two hands to cover it. But then I get a lot of satisfaction from where your cock is right now,' he said as he began to raise himself up and down on me.

'Is that right?' I asked.

'You just wouldn't believe the pleasure I get out of doing this though it's better when you take me from behind. This way I can look at you and keep telling myself how lucky I am to have met you and have you inside me like this.' His smile was warm, loving and he really did look beautiful when he smiled in that way at me, and it gave me a glow inside to be loved like this.

He had now closed his eyes and held his head back as he arched himself as he moved up and down on me, a smile playing round his lips as he moved. I too was getting the pleasure of fucking him this way while being able to see the enjoyment he was obviously getting from doing what he was doing. This then brought to mind the thought I'd had once before to wonder what it was like to have a prick up inside me. Would I get the same pleasure as he was getting? Could I let him do the same to me? Would I? It was something that I'd would never have dreamed of before, having somebody fuck me. But then, what did I know of my past? Was I, as it seemed now, really a homosexual? Did I ever have a man up inside me before? I watched as his prick kept lightly tapping my stomach every time he came down onto my thighs and wondered if I could have him put it up inside me. The more I watched it, the more I began to feel a hunger inside me to just try it for once. Even the thought of having him fuck me seemed to make me swell even larger as he rode me and I began to ache inside. So when I began to get near to my coming, he felt this and began to jerk himself off and I reached out a hand to stop him.

'Don't,' I said, my voice sounding very hoarse as I visualised him sticking his cock inside me. He looked at me in some surprise at me stopping him from jerking off. 'I...I want to know,' my voice beginning to crack, 'what it's like. What you are getting from this.' His eyes came alight as he understood what I was saying and moved even faster on me as I closed my eyes and came in great pain relieving bursts inside him. He kept on moving on top of me till he felt my body sag and he knew that I'd finished. He was quickly off me and with tissues to hand, pulled off the condom and began to suck on me and then lick me clean.

'Do you really mean what I think you said,' he said as he lay down on top of me, his cock feeling hot against my stomach, letting me feel his hardness and heat as well as the throb that it gave out as it pulsated between us.

'Yes,' I said in a hoarse voice. 'Loving someone is a matter of give and take. Well I'm prepared to try to take it for once.' I couldn't really believe what I was saying as tears came to his eyes and he kissed me with lots of love and with feeling.

'Darling Marcus, you don't know what this means to me,' he said. 'Are you sure that you want me to make love to you the way you do to me?' I nodded, not trusting my voice any longer.

'We'll use some cream for the first time,' he said as he rolled off and got a fresh condom and rolled it down on himself as I rolled over onto my stomach and went up on my knees. I found I was trembling and thought that I didn't feel like this during the morning when I had bullets being fired at me with the purpose of killing me. This somehow seemed more dangerous than bullets.

'The secret is to relax,' Tracey said as I flinched as a smear of cold cream was applied to my backside. His hand came onto my hip and I began to quiver at the thought I was now going to suffer a fate worse than death, and felt the tip of his covered cock touch where the cream was. 'Relax,' he said in a soothing voice and I tried but my body still fought at the intrusion as he pressed forward and I felt the head of his cock start to enter me.

My sphincter muscle kept flexing as he pushed and then he was inside and a warmth flooded my body as the rest of his erection followed and filled me and his thighs came up tight to the cheeks of my bum.

It was an incredible sensation to feel his throbbing piece vibrate my very insides as he paused to let me get the feel and used to having it inside me. His hands stroked my waist and upper thighs as I felt his heart beat pulsate through his hard cock. I think it was only then that I started to relax and realised that my muscle had been gripping him very tight indeed.

He felt my relaxing for he then began to move and it sent all the nerves in my body into a spin as he stroked the very insides of me with his cock slipping its way in and out of me. God, I found I was liking it and also to hear his voice crooning out at how much he loved me for me loving him to let him fuck me in this way.

He must have been very excited for it wasn't long before he gripped me tightly at the hips and really began to thrust inside me and I was loving every minute of it as he strained against my cheeks as he came, jerking as he pulled me back to him each time as he pumped out his sperm into the condom. Then I realised why he gave out a cry every time I pulled out of him, for I did the very same, crying out at the loss of that throbbing piece of flesh that warmed my very inside like nothing had ever done before. I think I was almost sobbing at the loss and felt the cold air waft around my backside where I had been so hot.

He was all over me with kisses and crying at the same time as he said how much he loved me. I think I also cried, me, the macho man who stood up to gunfights, crying just because I'd had a prick up my arse and had loved every minute of it and was now crying because, like a child, my toy had just been taken away from me.

We kissed and cried for I don't know how long before we calmed down but kept telling each other how much we loved being together, and I think I had never before ever felt so contented as I felt then as I held him in my arms.

'We're truly one now,' he said as he snuggled in my arms, 'and no one is going to part us. The Boyle's, the Special Branch, not anyone. You're Mr Marcus Kane and I am Mrs. Marcus Kane. God, I wish I could give you a baby,' he said, startlingly me somewhat. 'This,' and he was holding me and I felt through his touch that I was as hard as iron again, 'is the means to try. Take me again Marcus,' he pleaded as he extricated himself from my arms and rolled over and went back up on his knees. 'No condom. Give me a baby!' It was ludicrous to think that he could ever conceive being a man for one thing and having it up the backside for another, but I wasn't going to spoil his pleasure, or mine if it came to that by not fucking him. So up behind him I rose again and pushed myself into him and fucked him for the second time within an hour and I enjoyed it better now that I understood what he was getting out of it.