Kane

'Sir,' the butler said, stepping forward out of the line, 'if I may speak.' I nodded for him to continue. 'Even though I did suffer somewhat from your intrusion, I can assure you that we will do as you have advised.'

'Thank you, and I apologise for the mess we have made for you to clean up, but I don't think you will see Sir Bernard again for him to complain.'

With that, I gave a signal to the others and they began moving out the boxes and things while others went to fetch the vehicles to carry away our booty.

Even though we were only four in our car on the way home, you could feel the jubilation in the air. Tracey had smothered my blackened face with kisses, much to the amusement of the others and recounted at how excited he/she had been at firing at the fleeing car of Bee Bee. The mini bus had been loaded with the files etc, while the other cars held our weapons and the ordinance we didn't use, and we stopped and piled out at our flat back in London.

It was a party. Everybody used the shower to get out of their fatigues and into their own clothing and then had a celebratory drink, well, more than one. The accolades that kept coming was most embarrassing for me at the conclusion of a successful attack again without loss as per my previous excursions into enemy held territories whilst leading them.

Tracey, having showered, made up his face and put on his best dress, rather low cut I thought, sat and lapped up the plaudits that was being given to me. They knew I was bonking him, or her as they thought of Tracey, and couldn't stop saying at how wonderful I was as a commander. As I said, it was most embarrassing for me, but Tracey loved it.

They were still partying as midnight approached and I then drew Charlie aside.

'Now I'm not quite sure of what we are doing, but this is what I want you to do. But first, is that mini bus clean?'

'Er, not quite. We pinched it this morning from Portobello Road. Changed the plates though.'

'Okay,' I said slowly, thinking fast. 'Okay, we can handle that. Now I want you to park this outside the apartment and go over to the parked watchers and tell them that I nicked the van and the contents are for the Treasury. Add that I've counted every penny of what's inside and expect to see the same figure on the report, if I ever get to see it that is. You were just given the van by me and had nothing to do with it but deliver it as per my instructions. Okay?'

'Perfect sir,' smiling as he had just earned ten thousand pounds this evening, now whether it was genuine money or forged, I didn't give a shit, and I think he didn't care either, for it would soon be lost in the economy somewhere. What was the problem with another hundred thousand floating about considering the billions I would be saving the government?

So with giving my thanks to all and saying what a splendid job that they had done, we started saying our farewells, me getting handshakes and thanks for the chance to relive old times, not forgetting the bonus. Tracey getting more than enough kisses from them all which he seemed to enjoy and for me to see that he loved the attention. I contained my laughter at what thoughts they might have had if they but knew that they had been kissing another man as they said their goodbyes.

With the door finally shut, Tracey came to me and almost slumped into my arms as he kissed me.

'By Christ! I've married myself not to a man, but a God. Them buggers actually love you as I do, though in their own way. You gave them back excitement to which I was thrilled to be involved in. It...it was incredible! You looked at the place and decided to take it. You planned it and it worked. You must be very pleased with yourself for doing it.'

'I...I, well, I don't know what to say to that. I just seemed to know what to do, so I did it. Of course, I couldn't have done it without their help, but....well, there it is.'

'Oh you lovely understating man,' he cried as he kissed me. 'You said that this will be done and it was! It was thrilling, it was exciting and I'm so happy that we had a happy ending for it,' and continued to plaster my face with kisses. Well there was only one thing left for us to do, and so we went down onto the carpet and I fucked him nearly senseless such was the surge of power I got from his words.

Cushions from the sofa under his hips and his dress riding high, his legs up on top of my shoulders, I ploughed and fucked that lovely little hole that belonged to the body that I loved. And all the time as I was moving my raging, throbbing cock in and out of him, he was smiling up at me and making kissing motions with his lips. I came with such violence that I'd not known before, my cock almost bursting itself as I came inside him as he squeezed me as tight as he could.

God, he looked lovely there sprawled on the carpet, his hair splayed out like a fan that surrounded his beautiful face that still held traces of lipstick that I hadn't kissed off yet. He was a wanton with his dress up over his hips as his legs seemed light up on my shoulders as my cock still throbbed deep inside him.

Such was my love and passion for him that I didn't even stop to wash myself when I slipped out of him for his legs to come down and me to take his erection in my mouth and suck on him till he came. His legs had come back over my shoulders as I lay on the floor, my unwashed cock scraping the carpet as I sucked and took his coming into my mouth to taste and savour before swallowing.

Only after he had been satisfied did I release him and get up to go and get undressed properly and take a shower. I didn't, or rather, couldn't stop him from seeing to the washing of myself. Even when washed, he still took me into his mouth to suck on me even though there wasn't any emission, he still sucked and told me how much he loved me.

We were both pleased to find that our exertions hadn't burst the stitches that were still in my side when he did the dressings for me. Then we went to bed where, an hour later, we were both so aroused again from our fondling of each other, that we had the other again. It was a mutual fucking that showed how much I loved him and he loved me.

Our first hour of waking the next morning was to show our love again by sucking on each others' cock till we came, to share the same experience and take the essence that was given in that name. I think I was now looking at Tracey through rose coloured spectacles as I watched him put on his stockings to fix them to his suspender belt before putting on the padded bra and then pirouette around before adding a see through dressing gown, which as the name implies, I could see his small cock and balls framed as I liked between the black straps and belt.

He came and kissed me and then went off humming to fix us some breakfast. I went into the kitchen naked and by the time we'd finished eating, I was hard again, and so, he came and sat on my lap for another session.

Where I got the strength from, I don't know, but I liked having my cock up inside him again as I held him tight as he bounced up and down on me till I came with as much gusto as if it were the first time that morning.

It was a couple of hours later that I went down the road to a public telephone to ring up Charlie. I cursed myself on the way that I hadn't got one of the other guy's telephone number, so I was being forced to use Charlie's.

'All done?' I asked without any preamble.

'All done. Surveillance has gone, but phone might still be tapped.'

'Roger,' and I rang off, pleased that the Special Branch had the mini bus with its contents and that Charlie or my place ceased to be watched. The phone tap I wouldn't know if and when it would be taken off. So I was fairly light hearted when I went back to our flat. That feeling was short lived.

I opened the door and went on into the lounge to find four men in there. My hand automatically went into my coat and I then cursed myself for not having put on the shoulder holster before I went out to the phone. I was unarmed and facing four quite large men, Tracey, white faced, was sitting down behind them on the sofa.

'Marcus Kane?' asked the man who was at the forefront of the others.

'No. Phineas Fogg. I've just been round the world in eighty days.'

'That's funny,' he said, not smiling. 'We believe you were in Wiltshire last night.'

'Well now, that is funny. What makes you think that?'

'Last night, we were delivered a bus full of papers that was reported as coming from you. These papers came from a place in Wiltshire.'

'So what does that mean?'

'That you are coming with us.'

'Have you got a warrant?'

'We don't need one Mr Kane. You and the lady are coming with us.'

'Leave her out of this,' I said.

'Sorry. Those are our orders, so please, no rough stuff. You might bust those stitches in your side.' I knew then I had no choice. Especially if they knew about my side wound. They probably knew a lot more than they had divulged, so I couldn't do anything but shrug my shoulders. One of them indicated Tracey to stand up and took his arm and led him out before me. I followed and saw that they now had three cars outside, and Tracey was escorted to one, and me to another.

I wasn't surprised to see that we went into Whitehall and take a small side entrance that sloped down into an underground car park. With the cars safely inside, they parked and we were escorted to an elevator and I couldn't see what floor button he pressed, but it wasn't a long ride before the doors opened and we were hustled out into a thick carpeted corridor.

I hadn't seen any plaques on arrival, but guessed we were somewhere inside the Foreign Office. The place we were in was plush enough for me to be right considering the tax payer paid for it. A few doors along from the lift, our escort knocked at a door and after a gruff unintelligible reply, he opened it and ushered us inside.

'It's okay Wells. Stay outside please,' said the man behind a huge desk as he rose up from his chair behind it and came round to show us with an open hand where we might sit.

'Come, sit down. Make yourselves comfortable. Drink?'

'A large gin and tonic,' Tracey said immediately. 'Two! I need one as I think my friend does after the way we've been dragged here.' The man ignored this outburst from Tracey as he poured out two large drinks and passed them to us before he went and sat down behind the desk.

'Dragged Mr. Spencer?' he asked, even if it was several minutes since Tracey had spoken.

'I beg your pardon?' Tracey asked.

'You heard, Mister Spencer. Oh yes we know all about you. A female impersonator, late of the Blue Parrot in Berlin. A somewhat seedy dive I've been led to believe. But it's not you were are here to talk about, it's Mr. Kane. How are you Marcus? That must have been some bullet you took to bring about your amnesia.' I didn't respond immediately. I took a little time to sip at my drink as I took in my surroundings. The office wasn't over furnished. Just his desk with chair. The two club chairs we were sitting in and a small bar that could be concealed to look like part of a bookcase. There was only one picture on the panelled walls and that was of the Queen. There were a couple of knick-knacks on the desk that I couldn't really see what they were, but otherwise, the place was most austere.

'Who are you?' I asked, ignoring his question as to my well being.

'I, Marcus, am your boss, if I might put it like that. You have been working for me for the past four years, though, if it is true what has been said, you cannot remember this.'

'In that you are right,' I conceded, speaking somewhat with a hostile manner. 'I don't know you or what you are saying.'

'Okay. Let me fill you in. You were a captain in Her Majesty's Forces and was brought before a court martial for striking a superior officer. Those present at the alleged attack, denied that you struck a blow that rendered the general unconscious. How he came to be in that condition, nobody knew or could answer the question. That the fact that they all committed perjury is neither here or there. I, upon hearing of this during the trial, intervened and offered you a position that I thought you had a talent for. You accepted and the trial never came to a decision because you resigned your commission before a verdict could be reached. It was a brave decision because it implied guilt but you accepted that.

Since then, you have been out on several undercover missions, all of which, I might say, were excellent in their planning and execution. You worked as an agent in the field with your control, one William Tolliver.' I think he saw me give a slight move at the mention of that name and was quick to perceive it.

'He, unfortunately, was not really up to your standard and did make a few mistakes, for which I blame myself, but that is hindsight. You survived and he didn't. I regret his loss but welcome wholeheartedly your survival considering what you have gone through.

In spite of losing your memory because of a bullet, you somehow still had it somewhere in your mind what you were in Berlin for. You were there to do exactly what you finished up doing, and that was to find out about the manufacturing of fake currency of Germany and of England. What was more outstanding was that you traced it back to England. One Sir Bernard Brakestone, who I can tell you now, has fled the country.

It took us several days to begin to piece bits together because, as good as his intentions were, Mr Spencer threw a spanner in the works by hiding you.' He saw the looks that passed between Tracey and myself and I'm sure he understood my look of anger that I directed towards him.

'Look! The fact that Mr. Spencer is a practising homosexual and that you have both been co-habitating has nothing to do with me. Your sex life is of no interest to me as long as it doesn't affect or....'

'Look!' Tracey had got up and looked like some fury out of a Wagner opera. 'The name is Tracey, so drop the mister. Yes, I'm a homosexual, but I pulled this poor bugger who'd been shot in the head and helped heal him. Yes, we have sex and we both enjoy it. But it hasn't affected him in the slightest in what he does. He didn't even know the fucking time of day when he came round from that head wound. But let me tell you this mister big shot,' he was now leaning on and over the desk. 'He did what he thought he had to do. That he did it is to his credit and it had nothing to do with you! We've been shot at and been in fights. His control as you call it, was killed right next to me and if it hadn't been for Marcus, I too would have died at the same time. He's done more than I think you expected and now you are fucking well sitting there trying to pat him on the back and yet still sneer at the fact that I love this man. Yes, I love him and he loves me. He fucks me like you fuck him. You are the cause of him being in this state. Sending him out with an incompetent that gets killed. Leaving too many clues for us to follow up, not knowing where we are going, avoiding gangs and gunfights and then hit and find the spider in the middle of the web and then you try to preach to us. Go to fucking hell! I need another drink or some fresh air!' He snatched the empty glass from my hand and went to get a refill and I felt very proud of him for what he had said for I couldn't have put it better myself and I clapped my hands and gave a big smile to the man behind the desk. He had the graciousness to go slightly pink in the face and give me a wan smile.

'Forgive me, er, Tracey for my brusqueness....'

'No. You were being sanctimonious.'

'I apologise most profusely Tracey for it wasn't intended, so let us get down to the events of last night.'

'Nothing happened last night,' Tracey said. 'He was in bed. With me!'

'I appreciate your loyalty Miss Tracey but not the untruths.'

'Cut the sarcasm,' Tracey replied in a low voice.

'Okay. Brakestone Manor was trashed last night...'

'Like Tolliver's place,' Tracey interrupted, the fact seeming to catch him by surprise.

'That I didn't know,' he admitted.

'Well you're not as big as you think you are then,' said Tracey.

'Hold it back Tracey,' I said. 'You've made your point and I think he knows where he and we stand.'

'If you say so Marcus. But I won't have him saying a word against you considering what you've done.'

'Okay, okay, but now let him finish.'

'Thank you Marcus. Police were called to Brakestone Manor and found that parts of the place had been demolished and several people bound and showed signs of trauma.' Tracey sniggered at this. 'The staff said that these, er, villains they called them, had caused disruption and had been overcome. Of course. Their stories conflicted so much it became a farce to try and get an accurate statement from any of them. Did you bribe them Marcus?'

'I was in bed with Tracey. She has already said this.' Tracey leaned over and gave my hand a squeeze.

'Oh for Christ's sake!' he roared standing up. 'You knocked over the place. Tied up the opposition for us to find. A mini bus is delivered, with your compliments that will take the Treasury men a year to sift through. If the prognosis is correct, Brakestone will be indicted if he is found and you broke up what you were originally sent out to do. The only thing I can say after that is, well done,' and he held out his hand to me which would have been churlish to refuse. 'Now Tracey, I see that you've finished your drink, would you like another one?' I couldn't help but smile and accepted another one myself.

'I can only repeat myself by saying well done Marcus. To take on that Manor without any loss of life was brilliant. Do you really know how much money was in the mini bus?'

'To the last ten pound note,' I grinned.

'Well I'd better let the boy's know. In case they get tempted.'

'Er, there is one question I'd like to ask. Well more than one really, I've got a whole host of them. Where did the Special Branch first pick us up?'

'When you arrived at Dover.'

'I thought as much. What about the shoot out on the A40?'

'All taken care of. We even have the Boyle brothers in custody already in respect of handling counterfeit money. Plus breaking and entering and a lot of other charges as well.'

'Wilson?'

'Skipped the country as no doubt Brakestone has done. We'll be hitting everyone in Europe soon because of what you uncovered.'

'Not just me. If Tracey hadn't had helped, I wouldn't have been able to do it.' Tracey gave me a smile and a small lift of his glass.

'For which I and the government are most grateful. Now if you would be so kind as to give me a written report as to your activities in this affair within the next few days and take a couple of weeks off so that the wound in your side can heal properly.'

'For that, I have an excellent nurse,' I said as I looked at Tracey. 'By the way, you have said that I work for you. What is your

name?'

'This will haunt you,' he chuckled. 'It's Spencer.'

Chapter Seventeen

'Of all the fucking names in the world it has to be the same as mine,' Tracey raged when we got back to the flat. I couldn't stop laughing. 'You might think it's funny,' he ranted at me, 'but I don't.'

'It seems,' I choked out, 'that I've been fucking two Spencer's at the same time,' and went off into another paroxysm of laughter, but he soon joined in with the joke.

'I was sort of hoping that his name would have been Abel,' he managed to get out and that set us off in another gale of mirth. We hugged each other as we laughed until we cried. Then it turned to kisses and then to taking each other's clothes off before we melded our bodies and went to bed to have the pleasure of having each other again.

We almost wrecked the bed as we fucked each other in the joy of our freedom and our love for one another and fell asleep, sated with sex and the knowledge that we loved each other.