Kane & Spencer

I never heard them leave, but there was a hell of a mess in our sitting room next morning. I telephoned housekeeping and apologised for the state of the room and asked for a cleaner immediately. I then ordered breakfast for two and by the time I'd put the phone down, a housemaid came into the room.

I could understand the expression on her face, but a hundred dollar bill, more than two weeks wages, put a smile on her face and she set to work with a will. I had breakfast put out on the balcony and went and got Tracey up, for I didn't think it good for him to sleep too long. I helped him into a bath robe and got him out from the bedroom and through the sitting room and sat him down in the morning sunshine.

'About last night,' Tracey began as I was pouring out some coffee.

'Forget last night,' I said, interrupting him. 'That's past and gone. You held up well and I was very proud of you.'

'Do the others know what happened?' he asked in a tremulous voice.

'No!' I said quite fiercely. 'I only said that they were about to attack you, so no one knows.'

'You do,' he said quietly.

'Tracey, I love you! This happened in a war zone. It wasn't your fault so I don't hold you responsible. Didn't I prove that last night? Didn't we have sex without a condom? It happened and that is that! The bastard is dead and at the bottom of the sea. He will be forgotten as you must forget too.' He still had tears in his eyes, but he nodded and poked at his breakfast but didn't eat much.

When I had the breakfast things cleared away by the house-maid and she had finished cleaning up the sitting room, I got Tracey to lie out in the sun. I took his robe off and oiled his body, paying special attention to his cock and balls as well as his bum when I rubbed it in.

We spent three days in the suite without going out, having all our meals sent up and we spent all the daylight hours out on the balcony getting a very good tan. I loved and fucked him as often as I could and let him have me and he was almost back to his normal self when Charlie paid us a visit.

He'd phoned first before coming up to see us and so I had some cold beers in the fridge ready for when he knocked on the door and came in. Tracey and I were in our bathrobes and he was in casual clothes and looking as though he'd got as much sunshine as us. I invited Charlie to sit down and Tracey went to get the beers.

'How is he coping?' Charlie asked.

'He's doing......fine,' I faltered. Realising that I'd fallen into his trap. 'Charlie, I...'

'It's all right sir. I've known from the start. When you brought Tracey into the apartment block.'

'Do the others know?' I asked, my mind in a turmoil at the revelation that he knew our secret. Who else apart from Spencer knew that Tracey wasn't a female?

'No sir, and they won't from me. He was raped, wasn't he?'

'Yes,' I said in a whisper.

'Well he's lucky to have you to hold and comfort him then. I've seen it in the past and the victim, without anyone to talk to or confide in and get comfort, has gone to pieces. She'll come out of it.' I didn't quite get his change of gender at first, but it further came to light as he continued. 'When the pair of you first walked into the apartment block together, it was the happiest I'd seen you for years. The fact that I recognised her, I didn't let on. I wouldn't have brought this up now, but I was getting a bit worried about the pair of you, not seeing you for three days. Thank you Tracey,' he said as he had just come to the sofa with our beers and handed us one each. 'I was just saying to the captain that I hadn't seen you for three days. How are you after our fracas at the villa. It's not good to see men shot at close range.'

'I'm fine Charlie, thank you. Seeing men get shot seems to be coming a habit when I'm with Marcus. No, I'm over the shock now, thank you.'

'I was just saying to the captain that I've never seen him happier since you came along. I hope you'll be staying round for a long time to come.'

'I do too, Charlie,' Tracey said, putting his arm through mine. I'm sure my face went a bit red at this sign of affection with Charlie knowing that it was another man that was now holding me in this intimate, but friendly way.

'Well, apart from seeing that things were all right up here,' Charlie said finishing up his beer, 'I came to say that I think that I should cut my holiday as it were, a bit short. I've still got an apartment block to look after and I hope you won't think it wrong if I return to London tomorrow?'

'Not at all,' I said. 'Look, why don't we all have a good dinner together, the squad and all tonight? What do you think Tracey?'

'I think it's a good idea. I can wear my red dress and diamond necklace and make all the other women envious. Not only for that but for the man that will be on my arm.' I couldn't bring my eyes up to meet Charlie's.

'I'm sure they will Miss Tracey,' he said as he smiled. He got up from the sofa. 'I tell the lads to be on their best behaviour and I think that your presence will brighten up the evening.' I got up too and went to the door with him.

'Thanks Charlie,' I said in a low voice.

'None needed sir. You are a lucky man and wish I could find someone to love me as she does you.' He smiled and left me speechless at the door.

I felt I should tell Tracey that Charlie knew about us, but seeing his face at the prospect of being able to wear his red dress and the diamond necklace, I didn't have the heart to spoil his happiness now that he seemed to have gotten over the rape.

We spent what was left of the day out on the balcony before we thought it might be time to have a shower and get dressed. Tracey

showered first and when I came out I saw this vision sitting at the dressing table wearing a white bra, white suspender belt and I could just see the these straps were attached to light brown stockings.

The contrast of this white lingerie to his tanned back and upper buttocks that I could see was quite erotic, as well as to see him leaning forward towards the mirror as he applied eye shadow to his eyelids. The soft lights above the mirror showed his tanned face and with it being framed by his light, almost blond hair, he looked the most beautiful creature on earth. His smile when he saw me reflected in the mirror took my breath away and the whole effect gave me an instant hard on.

'Would you fix my necklace for me darling,' he asked and my senses were reeling as I took the diamond piece and fixed the clip at the back of his slim neck. He'd held his hair up for me to do this and I couldn't resist bending my head down to kiss it. Our eyes met through the looking glass and his smile was out of this world with the love I saw shining out of them. I stood up and the tip of my erection brushed against his back.

'Is that a sign of your love?' he asked in a coy voice.

'It's more than a sign,' I said, my voice coming out rather hoarsely. 'It shows of my need for you.'

His rise from the stool was almost like a ballet it was so smooth and graceful and he turned and held my lower arms and gave me a gently kiss as he turned me round to sit down on his just vacated seat. His hand, without looking, moved to the table and instinctively picked up a condom which was quickly taken out of its wrapper and rolled down over my erection. Then a blob of cream appeared on top and I irreverently wondered if he was going to put a cherry on top of it, before he opened his legs and moved astride of the dressing table stool I was sitting on.

I loved the feel of his stockings move against my outer thighs as he got across them and then with one hand underneath him, he held my steaming cock upright, nuzzled it to his bum and slowly sank down on me.

The pressure on the head of my cock was exquisite as it was compressed as it opened him up, and with a swift movement of his thighs, it slipped inside and he then sank right down to sit on my thighs.

My blood was pounding in my heart and cock as it throbbed and pulsated round my body, giving the head extra strength and power as his inner body squeezed it. His eyes were alight with pleasure and held mine as his hand stroked the diamond necklace around his throat as he leaned into and kissed me.

His own cock I squashed between us as I pulled him close to me in a loving hug as we continued the kiss. I loved this boy in spite of the rape and I hoped I showed it by the way I held and kissed him. Then he began his moving and I sat and held his hips as he fucked himself on my throbbing shaft, giving us both the pleasure we desired. That Tracey loved me there was no doubt for it showed in his face, his touch and his body movements as he rode up and down on me. I hugged him fiercely to me as I took over the fucking between us by bucking my hips up and loved his letting me take over as I tried to ram up ever harder inside him as I came. I almost cried in the relief and the love I had for him as I shot my load in staccato bursts and kissed him wildly as my coming came to its end. We stayed enjoined for several more minutes as we held each other tight before he reluctantly rose up and my cock came out of him. He used some tissues from the box on the dressing table to remove the condom, going down onto his knees to suck on my still hard piece, but this was only the clean up exercise and one that I still enjoyed.

I got up to let Tracey finish his make up while I got dressed and then helped him on with his dress before he saw to his hair.

'I've been thinking darling,' I began, some thoughts having come into my mind. 'We've been out here over a week and had some trouble I know, but what about going back home? Or would you rather stay on here a bit longer?'

'Marcus, dear, I'll leave it up to you. I don't mind one way or the other, as long as I'm with you. Here or in London, it's all the same to me.' I gave him a kiss and then we went down to join the others in the bar for drinks before our meal. The rest of the squad were already there, booted and suited with Charlie saying to them earlier that Tracey was dressing up for the occasion.

They wouldn't let me buy one drink and all complimented Tracey on his dress and simply raved over the diamond necklace. Tracey positively bubbled with the attention he was receiving and I was glad that he was back to his normal self. Charlie must have had words with the dining room manager for we had one long table for all of us instead of the normal separate tables in the dining room.

Tracey was given the seat at the head of the table with Charlie and myself sitting opposite each other but next to him. Then it was the two corporals next to me and Charlie and the ranks lower down in seniority of their original enlistment. I actually had a swell of pride that these men had been with me in action, though I couldn't remember the fact, and had rallied round when I called for assistance.

The meal was excellent and at the end of it, I made a little speech to thank them and to say that Tracey and I were going back to London too, but they could stay on for the rest of the week and that they should enjoy the sunshine while they could. I wasn't sure if Tracey welcomed the news that we were going home or not, but the decision had been made. Charlie then said that Jimmy Knowles was also returning with them, he being another of my caretakers. Donald Fraser was the other one but Jimmy had said that he would look after his building for him, so he was staying with the rest of the squad.

Tracey and I were the first to leave the table for the others to enjoy the rest of the evening, and while I shook each members hand, Tracey gave them a kiss on the cheek. Charlie accepted his without a blink or a blush and I gave his hand an extra squeeze as a way of saying thanks.

'What a lovely crew of cut throats you've got there,' Tracey said as we went up to our suite, 'I'm glad they all came through all right.'

'So am I, considering that I was asking, well to me at least, almost perfect strangers, to risk their lives for me,' I said.

'Then that's another eleven people who love you as well as me, though maybe it's more adoration on their part than the kind of love I have for you.'

I'd drunk quite a lot with the boys at that wonderful dinner, and I may have been looking through rose coloured glasses, but Tracey looked a really radiant woman in that red dress with the diamond necklace at his throat. His eyes were shining with more than the few gin and tonics he'd drunk as well as the wine. There was a slight flush under the sun tan and he looked most desirable and I couldn't wait to get him into the bedroom. He was eager too at getting my clothes off and his dress.

'Leave the necklace and underwear on,' I said hoarsely.

'I was going to, he said in a voice that matched mine, our bodies clashing as we kissed passionately, falling on the bed to continue and spend our passion in each other's body. What a glorious fuck it was on our last night in Nassau, not going to sleep till the early hours of the morning as we talked, kissed, sucked and fucked.

We had breakfast in our suite and I got dressed and went out saying that I had a last thing I wanted to buy and left him to see to the packing of our clothes. I wasn't out long and Tracey wanted to know what it was I had gone out for, and told him that he would find out later.

I settled our bill and left what really amounted to an open cheque with the manager to pay the other bills when it was time for them to leave. He knew better, I think, than to try and cheat me on this. Charlie and Jimmy were ready and so we four said our goodbyes in the lobby and took a taxi to the airport where I had already booked our flights. I also paid for the rest of the flights and left the tickets for them to collect when they were ready to leave.

We boarded our plane, first class, and settled back to enjoy the flight and service and then I gave Tracey what I had bought just before leaving.

He smothered my face in kisses when he opened the box and found an engagement ring inside.

Chapter Eleven

'It was foolish of me not to have noticed it first, that when we checked in as Mr. and Mrs., you weren't wearing any rings on your finger. Even though our joint passport showed us as man and wife, you didn't have the rings to show that you were married. Do you 'It was foolish of me not to have noticed it first, that when we checked in as Mr. and Mrs., you weren't wearing any rings on your finger. Even though our joint passport showed us as man and wife, you didn't have the rings to show that you were married. Do you accept this ring as an engagement present?' I felt foolish asking this question as he had said many times that he loved me, but it had to be asked.

'Accept? 'he asked incredulously, 'Of course I accept! When can I expect the wedding ring?' He was really bubbling over.

'Well I was really going to leave it up to you as to when you wanted to wear one.'

'Can we make it formal?'

'As you like,' I said, not realising what I was letting myself in for, but that I wouldn't find out for another couple of days. Though a couple of glasses are the norm in first class, Tracey ordered a whole bottle of champagne and made me pay for it as glasses were passed across to Charlie and Jimmy, them not knowing the reason, but took the drinks anyway.

I had this little happy bunny beside me all the way home, and he said that we should have travelled by Lyon Air and then we could have gone to bed for him to show his appreciation.

'Wait till we get home,' I told him.

'That long? I've already creamed myself when you gave me the ring. I can't wait to give you mine.' We both laughed at this sally and spent the rest of the flight in telling each other in detail of what we would do when we got to bed. The whole time I sat there with a steaming hard on and when I asked for a blanket to have a sleep, that was all that Tracey needed to cover my thighs as he gave me a hand job to relieve me. That he took my come into his other hand and then swallowed it and licked his fingers, didn't surprise me in the slightest.

His eyes shone as he did this and I didn't have the gall to do the same and so I kissed him instead. We had both chosen different meals and it ended up with us both eating half of each others because he insisted on feeding me forkfuls from his plate and taking half of mine, but I couldn't say anything about this childish behaviour because he was so happy in what he was doing, and I loved him for it.

It was night by the time we landed and managed to get all four of us, plus luggage into one taxi to take us home. It wasn't any problem for Jimmy to lug his bag along to the next building where he lived as caretaker. We said our goodnights and went up to my apartment.

'I can now really call this home,' Tracey said as he kicked off his shoes and did a little twirl that flared out his dress before coming into my arms for a kiss. 'Can we get married now?' he asked with a grin.

'Of course we can,' I said in what I thought was a joking voice, 'and we can even consummate it now if you wish. Are you hungry?'

'Only for you darling,' he said as he clung to my arms. That was enough to take us into the bedroom to take each other's clothes off and roll around on the bed and fuck each other, with oral sex added in the so called cleaning up process.

I wondered, as I lay in bed with Tracey having gone to sleep in my arms if I'd ever felt happier. I'd only known Tracey for a month and here I was, giving him an engagement ring and had agreed to marry with him saying that he wanted to be my wife. That we'd been through two major fighting engagements seemed to have made the time seem that much longer. Not knowing what my life was like before Tracey in that time, I felt really content and would have done really anything that he asked for, even this promise of marriage.

All this was forgotten by morning as I woke up with his mouth over the head of my erection and gave myself up to the pleasure of being sucked and coerced into shooting my load into that waiting and exciting receptacle.

'God I love this man I'm with,' Tracey enthused as he came up from under the covers to kiss me with his sperm wet lips, hugging me as best he could in the position I was lying.

'I love you too, but there's things I've got to do today, so up and cook me breakfast for I've got to go and see Spencer.'

'Do you really have to? It's our first morning back!' he said.

'If he's half the man I think he is, he'll know that I'm back and will want a report of what has happened about the Boyle brothers.' There was a bit of a grumble from Tracey, but he got out of bed and put on a robe and went and saw to breakfast. I smiled to myself as I had my shower as that is what a wife was supposed to do. See to her husband's breakfast before he went off to work, or which I think what was done in most homes.

After which, I gave him a kiss and set off and walked to the building in Whitehall where Spencer sat like a spider in the middle of his web.

'I'm glad you dropped in Kane,' he began after I was shown into his office, 'saves me sending for you. Okay, verbal report first and then you can write it up for me.' So I told him what had occurred and that the Boyle brothers were no more, leaving out the rape of Tracey, but just saying that they were killed in the gun battle.

'Were the local police involved?' Spencer asked.

'No. By now, their names will be on some passenger list as having left the islands, so they'll not be any query as to their whereabouts.' That was it. I was there for just over an hour and not once did he mention Tracey for which I was glad. I left and went back home to find Tracey dressed and seeming a bit despondent at being left at home alone. So I got a nice welcome kiss and was asked as to what we were going to do? Could we go out for lunch?