A Night to Remember
March
11th,
1983
Paris
Tiredness
clung to his bones despite his mere twenty-five years of age. The
dreaded Good
Friday meeting
loomed in his near future, and nothing was good enough to please the
associates, all looking for a way to get rid of him as soon as
possible. Nothing would ever be
good enough for them.
His
uncle Hermann and Gustav zu Löwenstein—the
Magnus
Commendator—,
along with Razim Mladic Pavicevic—the Summus
Marescalus—,
were his only
supporters. Strong
as they were, though, they would account for nothing if he didn’t
get the required two-thirds of the votes, and he only controlled
forty-two percent of them.
‘Just
a year more, that
is all that I ask of them. All that I have built over the past year
cannot be crushed in one day.'
He
opened the door to the large Executive Suite, permanently rented for
the past two years, and wondered why he had been so
stupid as to
keep it. 'It
shouldn't have gone beyond that one night. Maybe
two, but nothing else. He's
the son of the Head in France! He's married to Maria Augusta! If the
Vicomte finds
out, he will kill me. Löwenstein will kill me for ruining his
niece's marriage. There’s
no other way, I
have to get rid of him! I
will break up with him after tonight!'
Standing
in the middle of the living room, his eyes took in the baroque,
golden-cream decoration. He sighed before he threw his
briefcase over
the red damask chair in front of the fireplace. On top of the small
round coffee table was a tiny envelope and the young man opened it.
The card only said “327”,
and he sighed again. 'Roger could at least show some enthusiasm to
see me,
or use the other bedroom. He loves to make me crawl to his own dingy
place.'
One
crazy night of champagne and oysters had been all
he had needed to
ruin his life. Their liaison was never meant to be, but it was, and
he couldn't find a way to break free from the invisible chains
pulling him into Roger de Lisle's bed. ‘It
wasn’t supposed to be serious and yet, here we are: with me
working like a
madman in Manhattan to finish all pending issues, almost living in
the Concorde, just to be here at eight o'clock for a cold dinner and
a good night of fun.'
He
loosened his silk tie and threw it over the chair, to be followed by
the jacket, crumpled over it. He flexed his
sore neck
muscles and looked around once more, unable to identify the source of
the sudden sadness that had overtaken him.
'Why? I'm only going to meet with Roger. His wife is in
Vienna. It should be easy.'
“What
you feel for this man has one name, Konrad von Lintorff: Lust. As
simple as that,” his tutor
had scolded him not a week ago, after he had confessed his forbidden
relationship. “You like the danger and the risk, nothing else. Love
is not what you're describing.”
“What can you know about love?” Konrad had yelled,
completely out of himself. He didn't need to be told off like a
little boy; he needed some support and understanding. “You were
never married or lived with anyone!”
Konrad
had immediately regretted his words because no one had felt more
his father's death some years ago than
Friederich. The tutor
had remained by the former duke’s sickbed without complaints till
the last moment, while Konrad had been busy trying to solve some
investments in Southeast Asia.
Ashamed, he cast his eyes down, unable to hold the azure gaze
examining him.
“I
know more than you can imagine, boy,” Friederich had growled. “To
love is to sacrifice yourself
for the other person. Love is companionship and generosity. What you
feel is only lust. Satisfy it,
but don't call it love.”
But
Konrad didn't know how to retreat;
he had not been educated to relinquish his position, so he answered
as he had been taught by his late father:
“I will do as I see fit, Friederich. Thank you.”
Hearing
that, the Austrian had turned around and left the room. Konrad knew
that it would take some time for his tutor's fury at his ungrateful
words to lessen. 'Friederich has to understand that I'm not his boy
any longer. I am the Duke now;
and Roger loves me, as
I him. Friederich does not understand how things are done nowadays.
He's as outdated as all of the other members. For them, banking is
just lending money to buy a house or selling insurance policies to
public servants!
'Only Roger can understand me. If only he would take me
more seriously, everything would be perfect.'
* * *
Konrad
opened the door to the main bedroom and took an informal
outfit from the closet—a
pair of beige jeans, a light blue Lacoste polo shirt, and a V-neck
pink angora jersey. He quickly undressed himself, revelling in the
freedom of being able to leave the clothes scattered all around, with
no one to tell him to fold them and put them on a chair. He hated
disorder,
but the strict discipline under which he had lived as Friederich's
pupil tempted him to behave like a pig, especially when he was away
from home.
The
shower brought him back to life, the hot water spray
relaxing tired muscles and making him feel once more his twenty-five
years of
age instead of like an old man. 'While Albert was probably dating
Carolina, and Ferdinand was looking for a way to escape Gertrud, I
was in a room full of people wearing
suspenders so that their trousers could feel free to strangle them.'
Konrad chuckled like a boy at the image of old von Ribbentrop,
wearing his trousers well atop of the Equator Line and firmly held up
by black and red striped suspenders adorned with the newest trend in
fashion: golden
loops. 'Why can't they adopt my views,
if they're
willing to wear such ridiculous things? I should bribe their
girlfriends so they talk about emerging markets instead of fashion.'
Chuckling
still,
he dried his blond hair with a
towel and threw it onto the floor, combing
his messy hair towards the right in three precise moves. He got
dressed quickly, and once more acting like a child, ran to the
bathroom to check if he looked good enough to meet with Roger. His
hair was in disarray after putting on the shirt and he combed it
again, and then he remembered to put on some of that apple-scented
cologne his lover had given him some weeks ago; the same he always
wore. With trembling fingers,
he fastened the Rolex President around his wrist and tied the jersey
around his shoulders.
Still
smiling, he pushed the elevator call button, only to remember that,
“Educated people
don't smile like dodos, Konrad.”
He regained his composure and serious air, straightening his back
just before the
elevator's door opened.
'How
can dodos smile if they have beaks?' Konrad wondered as he bowed his
head to the two ladies
in flashy cocktail dresses that descended on his floor. 'Their hair
is longer than their skirts.
Don't they realise how ridiculous they look in those outfits? So
much fabric in that puffed skirt, but all wrongly used. What a
waste!'
he thought,
moving to one side of the corridor to let them pass.
He was almost bouncing on his feet when he reached the
fourth floor and knocked twice on the wooden door.
“Ah,
it's you already,” Roger said nonchalantly and moved aside to allow
him to enter. He was still dressed from work and had not bothered to
change himself. After all,
it was just dinner and sex, not
a date. “I have company so you'll have to be fast.”
Konrad
felt his blood boil at those words but did his best to keep his cool,
feigning an air of aloofness before the older man. “Do I get the
first or the
second shift, Roger?”
“That depends on him. He's tired and sleeping.”
“Do you have a man in here?” Konrad's temper
surfaced. “This is too much!”
“Sure, why not?” Roger challenged him defiantly.
“He sucks quite strongly.”
“You're a whore, Roger. Good only for the bed.”
“Well, you need someone to tell you what to do once
you are there. You are simply clueless. Do you have blood running
through your veins, German? Or is it too diluted with cheap beer?”
“I
don't know why I waste my time with you,”
Konrad growled and turned
to leave. “A
whore is cheaper and less complicated than you!”
“A whore has clear working hours and doesn't have to
look after his nephew,” Roger said very amused at the other's
explosion. 'Lord, how childish can he be? A tantrum after just one
joke?'
“What?”
“You
should see him with a bottle. Nothing left after fifteen minutes, but
that's too long for you, n'est-ce
pas, mon lapin?”
Roger taunted him with evident satisfaction in his voice.
“I
don't understand,” Konrad stammered, uncertain of the game his
lover had devised now. He truly hated it
when Roger played with him like when the older boys played with you:
you got all the blows while they got all the fun.
“My
brother
Jerôme left his
baby with me. He's gone to Geneva, and Angelique, the governess,
stood him up at the last minute. The baby's sleeping in his basket
after drinking a full bottle. Don't worry, Jerôme changed him before
he left. He will pick him up tomorrow morning.”
“Is he staying here? With us?” Konrad asked in
shock.
“He's
staying with me. Don't
worry, he was baptised last December. No danger of demon transfer in
case he bites you,”
he smirked. “You can stay
too, or go home.
I have enough with one baby, Konrad.”
Konrad
glared at Roger,
but the other only had to raise an eyebrow defiantly, and the younger
man was lost once more in those bluish-grey eyes. “Guntram sleeps
very deeply once he drinks his bottle. An
easy to deal with little fellow.”
“Must come from his mother's side,” Konrad growled.
“How old is he?”
“Hard
to tell,”
Roger said, and
the other man looked at him in disbelief. “He was born in New York
on October 19th,
but he arrived very early, on his seventh month. His mother almost
miscarried him during the flight over there. My brother brought him
home on December for his baptism, after he was released from the
hospital. He was very small,
indeed, and
probably will be an idiot. All premature babies are weak and
retarded.”
“That's not true!”
“They're
not fully formed when they come out. His mother died in childbirth as
she had a heart condition. Still, my brother insisted on marrying
her. Papa
was furious with him, but he calmed down a bit after seeing Guntram.”
“I had no idea. Who was she?”
“Not
from our entourage. A half-breed,
if I remember correctly. An artist my brother saw on the streets;
good for a mistress, but not for a wife. Impossible choice! But
Jerôme has always had
such strange ideas.”
“I've
never met him. No, I think I did,
but I don't
remember him.”
“You
miss nothing. My brother is the dullest person to walk this earth.
Imagine:
a corporate lawyer. My father is funnier than him!”
“I
find that hard to believe,” Konrad chuckled, the image of the stern
Vicomte
flashing through his mind. 'The old creep hates me,
and he would have preferred my cousin Georg over me.'
“Do
you want to meet him?” Roger asked casually after deep kissing
Konrad to distract him from his brooding over the forthcoming
meeting.
“Your
brother? No,
thank you.”
“The baby. You're stuck with him too,” Roger huffed
upset at his lover's lack of attention.
“No,
you're
stuck with him. I have no idea about babies. There are nannies for
that.”
“They
want long-term working contracts now,
and you can't get one at such a short notice. Dealing with the
service is a nightmare nowadays.”
“Don't tell me,” Konrad mumbled, still thinking
about the meeting. “You change him if something happens. Take him
to my rooms.”
“Apologize first.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You
called me ‘whore’
twice,” Roger reminded him sweetly. “If you need one, go
downstairs to the bar.”
“Roger, your reputation precedes you,” Konrad
answered hotly. “Three weeks ago you disappeared with a brunette
and stood me up.”
“So? Did I call you names?”
“You have no shame!”
“If you can't keep your date interested, don't come
to me crying. You know what? Go home, learn a few things, and come
back in, let's say, four of five years, when you have grown up,”
Roger said disdainfully. “Little boys are hot when you're over
forty, but before that they're a nuisance, clinging to your arm and
crying for the slightest things. Good night.”
He opened the door for Konrad.
The
younger
man just stood there, bewildered and transfixed. Was Roger throwing
him out? After all that he had risked for this relationship? The room
seemed to shrink and swayed dangerously around him, like a wild boat.
It was always like this with Roger. Things felt wild and out of
control,
following none of the codes he had learned over the years, codes that
he relied on to understand the rest of mankind. One night with Roger
was like a walk on the wild side. His intelligence, wealth, and
position were worth nothing before the other man's eyes. He felt
exposed and lost in front of him, but the desire to conquer that
mountain too was too strong for him to cast aside.
“Go home, Konrad. It's well past your bedtime,”
Roger said tiredly.
“I
apologize for my words. My behaviour was inexcusable, Roger,”
Konrad said with great dignity, his head held high,
his steel blue
eyes fixed on the adorable grey ones that matched with the dark brown
hair he loved so much to pet in the aftermath of their love-making.
“Good
Lord! Can't you say something normal? We are not in the
headmaster's
office!” Roger sneered. “All right, you're a hopeless case. Did
you even go out when you were seventeen?”
“Of course I did! With Ferdinand and Albert!”
“I
can imagine that,” the other chortled. “Popcorn and Star
Wars.
Maybe buying a pack of cigarettes. I bet you’ve
never smoked grass. Have you ever met a dealer?”
'If
you had the slightest idea of what we are up to
these days, you wouldn't joke so much about our customers. They are
our true strength, clever and aggressive businessmen, merciless but
with honour. We have to recover somehow all that wealth that some
idiots throw to the streets. Billions of dollars that leave the
circuit to
gather dust in cardboard boxes. It's the solution to leave behind
this recession and to create an economic boost like never before.
What's dragging us down are
the old industrialization patterns. Why can't some people understand
that one million dollars given to someone with a clever technological
idea is better than to bury fifty million investing in an old
factory? Technology is the future,
and we have to copy here the Silicon Valley model. Capital is not the
key factor any longer. Two men in a garage can create an empire,
and we are still arguing over size and monolithic structures.'
“I
had marijuana once or twice,
but it made me nauseous. Cocaine twice, but it wasn't as good as they
told me,
so I dropped it. Never rode a dragon or tried pills as you can't be
sure about their provenance. Tell me, did you participate in the
issuance of shares for the London-based company as I told you to?”
“You're throwing your money in the trash, Konrad.
Four million pounds invested in a small thing that only produces
software! Computers are very expensive and no one uses them!”
“Did you?”
“Yes, of course. You're the proud owner of 67% of a
nerds club called Shock Software Solutions.”
“Good,”
Konrad mumbled, thinking that it would be a good idea to speak with
their main programmer. After all, he was in charge of designing most
of the software to handle banking transactions. 'I have to tell Erika
to make me an appointment with them;
this TCP-IP protocol sounds
intriguing and we have to control it. Arpanet could mean a
breakthrough once it leaves the sphere of the American Defence
Department. What they showed me of data transfers between Stanford
and the University College London is very impressive. Just imagine,
being able to trade the whole day, no more boundaries or borders
between markets. We have walked a long way since Enigma. I need some
advisers on the new technologies because I have little knowledge
about physics or engineering.'
“Suit
yourself,” Roger mumbled, disgruntled that once again Konrad had
his head lost in his own personal cloud,
thinking who knows what.
'I've never seen anyone with
less knowledge of human relations than him in my entire life. They're
going to eat him alive at the meeting.'
“Sorry?”
Konrad said coming back to the present. 'Yes, IBM is the future, and
this Apple—what
kind of name is that for a company?—looks very
promising indeed. Different conceptions,
but both are valid and targeted towards the people. Personal
computers are going to take the world by storm. If we could just
interconnect them, the world would change radically.'
“You are not paying attention to me. Again. Do you
want to have dinner here or in your room? Guntram will wake up in an
hour or two.” Roger huffed.
“No,
let's go to my room. He can use the small bedroom and we can order
something,” Konrad said, now thinking if they should refinance
or not the large
debts a coal mining company had with the bank. Without waiting for
Roger, Konrad left the room and walked across the corridor to call
the elevator,
leaving the other man to gather all of
his nephew's
belongings on his own.
Roger
sighed. 'He's as
crazy as you can
be, and he has no idea of where he's standing. His big plan
consists of a few nerds and some Third World countries? Papa
and
the other associates will eat him alive. He should make friends with
Jerôme, and both can join Greenpeace. Windmills and solar panels,
really! He's unfit to be the
Hochmeister. His
father was much cleverer and knew how to get capital instead of
spending it on windmills. He was not even able to secure those State
contracts for Sturzenegger! It would have only taken him a
call to
bribe someone willing
to be bribed and then
charge the man for
it via interests, but no, Mr. Code of Business Ethics had to say that
Sturzenegger was amateurish and that his company needed a complete
makeover.'
Roger
entered
the bedroom
where his nephew was soundly asleep in his bassinet;
his tiny hands were placed on both sides of his head, his hair
crowned with a mop of platinum blond. 'Where did you get such colour?
The rest of the family has much darker hair. And
you're certainly tiny for your age. Your teddy bear is bigger than
you. At least
you're peaceful, nothing like Pascal's girls or my own baby girl.
Jerôme will not
have much trouble
with you.'
Carefully, he took the baby's bassinet and hoisted the
large bag containing all of the baby’s belongings over his
shoulder. 'Sleeps like a log. Good for him.'
Konrad kept the elevator's door open so that Roger
could enter, and glanced at the sleeping baby without much interest.
'When was he baptised and presented to the Order? I had no idea of
his existence, at all.'
“What did you say his name was, Roger?” he asked.
“Guntram Philippe Alphonse de Lisle Guttenberg
Sachsen, my Griffin,” he answered jokingly, showing the baby to
him.
“It is a good old name. I hope he serves us well. God
be with you, brother,” Konrad said to the baby.
“Should
you not wait a few years before you say
something like that
to him?” Roger sneered shaking his head disapprovingly. He left the
elevator and walked towards the well-known room.
“The
sooner he learns his place, the better for him. People no longer know
their places, and that is when troubles start,”
Konrad said darkly, opening the door and pushing it to let the other
enter first. He watched how Roger walked to the dining table and set
the bassinet there with a murmured,
“Just stay here, little man.”
“How old is he?” Konrad asked, approaching to take
a better look at the baby.
“Almost five months.”
“He's small for his age.”
“That
comes from your broad experience with babies?” Roger joked,
and the other looked at him crossed, tired of the constant
patronizing tone he had been subjected to since his
becoming Hochmeister
in
1981. “No, you're right,” Roger relented. “He's small,
but he was born just on the borderline, at 30 weeks,
and weighing less than two kilos. He will catch up later. We hope
he's not stupid or something like that. After all, he's the first de
Lisle boy in
this generation.”
“He
will be fine, like most babies,” said Konrad,
and the baby opened his big blue eyes without crying at the unknown
voice that woke him up. “He's up. I'm sorry.”
“Don't
worry. Toy or bottle,
and back to sleep he goes,” Roger said nonchalantly, smiling a bit
at his nephew who mirrored the smile, laughing a bit in a happy way.
“He's
very
sociable,” said Konrad, while the other attempted
to convince the boy to take the teddy bear, but Guntram was more
interested in seeing the stranger.
The baby smiled, trying to entice the tall
man to pick him up, but the blond kept his distance.
“Smiles at this age are automatic reflexes. It means
nothing. Babies do it so you don't kill them for keeping you up the
whole night,” Roger said dispassionately. “Come on, Guntram. You
behaved very well the whole afternoon at work. Don't become difficult
now.”
“He's certainly cute. Does he cry a lot?”
“I
have not heard him become upset so far. Jerôme and Angelique know
exactly what he wants,
even if he doesn’t cry.
The weekend they were at St. Cyr we never even heard him. Papa
was very impressed. He likes to be carried,
though. I'll try with a bottle, now.”
“Why? He's not crying. Maybe he wants company. It
must be boring to lie on your back the whole day. Leave him on the
carpet and see what he does.”
“He
does not crawl yet. Only tries to roll around. Take him
while I order
dinner. The usual?”
“Yes,
of course,” Konrad said,
and Roger vanished before he could refuse. “Hold the head well!”
he heard from the bedroom,
and his heart nearly
stopped. 'Is he serious about me holding the baby?'
“Don't
you dare to pee on your Hochmeister,”
he warned the infant with more vigour than he really felt. “Wait
until you turn thirty.”
“Did
you say something?” Roger asked from the other room,
and Konrad blushed at being caught speaking to a baby.
“Nothing. Are the diapers waterproof?” he asked
casually.
“Time
to find out, my Griffin.”
'How
does Ferdinand do it...? Ah,
yes, the head in the right hand, the left hand on the backside, and
you cuddle them and pray they don't throw up on you.' “All right,
don't complain because I've only done this once and nearly dropped
the baby then,” he told the giggling baby who was extending his
tiny arms towards him, more than ready to be picked up.
Much
to his surprise, the baby nestled against his chest and continued to
look up at him, smiling and not wiggling much. 'Thank you,' Konrad
prayed inwardly and focused his attention on the small thing in
his arms, taking
in his soft features and big blue eyes. He touched the point of the
baby's nose, who found it very funny and laughed even more. 'Your
father won't have to spend much on toys for you,' he thought, and
rocked him
a bit.
The
baby was
fascinating for the young man. 'One day I will have to get one or
two,' he thought darkly as
he looked at the baby. 'I can't. I just can't do it. I don't trust
women, and I can't imagine myself tied to one for the rest of my
life. Albert plans to marry soon, and Ferdinand's life is simply
miserable with Gertrud. She is always criticizing him because he does
not want to leave the Army. Löwenstein pressures me to marry one of
his daughters or nieces,
and that is impossible! How do I tell her that I am in love with
another man?'
The
soft cooing from the baby took him out of his depressing thoughts,
and he smiled back at the infant.
“Lucky
you, you still have twenty-five years of freedom ahead of you. Enjoy
them. Come, I'll show you the city and the hot spots,” he said
rising from the
chair and walking towards the large French window.
* * *
Roger
did his best to stifle a yawn.
Konrad had been speaking non-stop about Indonesia for the last twenty
minutes, and he had lost interest after the first five. 'He can be so
boring!'
The
French put on
his best face and let the other keep
speaking while
he considered whether or not to call Geraldine, the hot new secretary
in the risk analysis department. Fortunately, Guntram started to make
some noises from his basket, and Konrad almost ran to check what was
wrong with the baby. 'At least he's good as a nanny. Let's see if we
can do something good today or if
I am going to fall asleep right on top of him.'
“I think he is hungry now.” Konrad announced.
“Don't you have to go home?”
“Maria
Augusta is gone for the weekend with our
daughter, so I'm
free. My brother will pick Guntram
up tomorrow morning at CDG.”
“At the airport?”
“Yes.
He’ll
drive from there
to Lille so
that his wife's aunts can see Guntram. I think he wants to leave him
there. He has no time for him and doesn't know what to do with him.”
“Why don't you or Pascal take him for a while? Who's
the godfather?”
“I
am, but my wife has enough work with our own child.
She's two years old and very demanding. The last thing I need in my
life is to have to take care of a crying baby just because my brother
is mourning his wife! It's his fault that she's dead,
and he should just suck it up.”
“How can you be so cold, Roger?”
“Why
did he travel to New York with his pregnant wife? She went there and
almost miscarried the baby on the Concord! It's his own fault,
and he should face it instead of crying about it! Besides, Angelique
is fine for taking care of Guntram.”
'You
certainly have no luck with your family, Guntram. Poor little thing.'
Konrad thought, but kept himself silent. 'It's none of my business,
and he won't be the first child to be parked with a nanny. I had
several before Friederich.'
He
picked up the boy and asked if his
bottle was ready.
'It's not as hard as it seems,' Konrad considered while
the baby drank his milk, sucking very strongly from the bottle's
teat. 'He's really making up for lost time.' Then, the infant fell
asleep in the middle of the exercise without any kind of warning.
“Time
to play uncle, Roger,” said Konrad
gesturing for him to take back the baby. “I think he needs to be
changed, and you
are the qualified and responsible person here.”
“Are you sure you don't want to play house a little
longer?” Roger said with a raspy and sexy voice, exactly as he knew
drove Konrad mad with desire, enjoying how the other shuddered
unwillingly.
“No.”
There
were limits to what Roger could do to him. He handed the sleeping
baby back to his lover and returned to finish his dinner while the
other huffed and went into the bathroom, slamming
the door shut.
'There are limits in this life, Roger. I will not take
all of your crap no matter how much I love you.'
* * *
Konrad
had entertained
himself for a while reading some papers from work
but he was already feeling the urge in his nether regions; the thrill
of the sexual dance and the final conquest of his lover. Bedding
Roger was like bedding a black panther. No other sexual partner, male
or female,
had ever provided him with such maddening pleasure. 'He's like a
Greek god,
and he feels incredible when he's under me. If he were just a little
less pushy, we could have a great time together.'
“Guntram
sleeps like a rock,” Roger announced, closing very softly the door
to the bedroom where he had left the baby. “Only one bed free,”
he whispered with mock sadness.
“So,
nothing too wild tonight,” Konrad said dragging the words and
leaving the papers aside
to gauge the mood of his prey. Safe? Wild? Playful? Little lamb? One
could never know with Roger.
“So,
something simple tonight,” Roger
answered as his fingers removed the black tie around his neck. “Do
you have another tie here?” he asked with a malicious smile.
“I have several and you know it,” Konrad replied,
rising from his chair to meet his lover in the middle of the room,
“but I thought you wanted to play house tonight.”
“You'd
be surprised at all the things you can do in a little house, lapin,”
Roger breathed on Konrad's ear,
having to stand on his tiptoes to reach the very tall man, and he
laced his hands around his lover’s neck. He kissed Konrad
delicately, as if he were asking permission for what he was about to
take and receive. He was well aware of his lover's ‘protocol’
in the bedroom. 'Hochmeister
even in bed. You
can't jump his bones even if he's on fire. He needs to be in control
at all times.'
Konrad’s
answer was a brutal assault of Roger’s
lips while he
fisted his hair to have better control and access to the mouth that
drove him mad, revelling in the power he had over his lover. Without
interrupting the devouring kiss, he pushed and cornered Roger against
the wall.
Ignoring the
other's whimper when his back hit the convoluted golden mouldings,
and
using all of his weight to secure his pray, he
almost brutally pushed
his lover’s legs apart to nest his manhood on
Roger's groin, slightly rising him over his hips to compensate for
the height
difference.
Roger
once more felt his coherence vanish when the younger man's lips
touched the skin of
his neck, and nibbled, and even bit him, with passion. “Hold on. No
bites or I'll get in trouble with my wife,” he whispered, and
Konrad stopped, upset at being
reminded once more of their situation.
His
fingers tore the other's soft shirt without much care to
reveal a
well-defined torso. Slender but manly, as he liked his lovers to look
their gender; nothing feminine looking as it was so fashionable
nowadays. Men who looked like men and kissed as such. If he wanted a
woman, he could have one and be done with it. He crouched in front of
Roger, who panted
from pleasure as
Konrad
took one of his nipples in his mouth and circled it with his tongue,
playing with the sensitive skin and sucking it while his fingers
removed the other man’s
leather belt and tossed it aside.
Konrad
went down
on his knees, taking his lover's member into his mouth to swallow it,
pleased
to see how Roger
lost his uptight airs when he was at his mercy. His tongue played
with the tip while his hand massaged the base with long strokes and
strong circling moves, enjoying his lover's efforts to keep himself
under
control and make it last. As abruptly
as he had started, Konrad stopped and moved
backwards to eye the man half lost in his own cloud of lust.
“What now?” Roger grunted.
“Bed. On all fours. You like it hard, don't you?”
“Hard
it is, Konrad. Hope you are up to it,”
Roger answered, his eyes adopting a darker shade, while his body
passed next to Konrad's like a swaying snake, leaving a trail behind
him of his remaining clothes.
'Of course I am up for it, Roger. Good thing your wife
is away for the weekend,' Konrad thought, ready for a battle in the
bedroom. 'I could never have so much fun with a woman. They're not
like us.' He mimicked his lover's moves, undressing himself on his
way to the large bed and closing the door behind him.
“Come over here and let me see what you have,”
Roger said and jerked Konrad over by the neck to kiss him brutally.
Konrad
once more settled his weight over Roger and renewed his kisses as his
hand took the other man’s penis to
continue with his heavy petting, making Roger gasp in pleasure.
“Let's
fuck
now,” he heard Roger breathe raggedly.
“Not
yet, I have
done all the work tonight and you have done nothing.”
“All
right,” said a slightly angered Roger, pushing the man away from
him to rummage on the bedside table for a condom and lube. He tore
the package with his teeth and put it on
his partner’s erect
member, sliding it on with his mouth and smiling knowingly at
Konrad's gasp. “I'll show you something so you're not so
narrow-minded in the future,” he added playfully.
Konrad
closed his eyes, revelling on the feeling of being brought to
the brink several times by Roger's expert mouth. 'I never had it so
good as with him.' Instead
of feeling tenser, as another man would, Konrad found oral sex to be
very relaxing, and his hips would lazily follow Roger's mouth
whenever the man
stopped his ministrations to build up the moment or changed the
rhythm. He
let himself be lulled by the pleasurable sensations until his lover
inserted a lubricated finger inside of him.
Konrad
pushed him away
forcefully and Roger
fell from the bed with the blow's momentum.
“What
the hell do you think you're doing?” the German roared,
and the other just looked up at him in disbelief, not having the
presence of mind to
pick himself up from the floor.
“Showing you how good it can be. Just relax and
you'll see. You can't be such a brute!”
“I'm not doing this!”
“So
I always have to do it for you? Always on
top, Lintorff? Well, it doesn't work like that. It's two
people doing it, not one.”
“You
are perfectly aware that I don't do that.
I have always been
clear in that sense!”
“Yes,
I forgot we had signed a contract. I bottom for you, you suck me.”
Roger said sarcastically. “Look, this is not working for either of
us. I'm going home,”
he said furious, standing up and searching
for his clothes. “Learn to share and maybe someone could stand you!
You are impossible!”
“Roger, wait.”
“I'm
sick of waiting! We have been together for almost two years,
and it's always the same story: fucking in a five-star hotel, asking
for separate rooms and
then sneaking myself into yours when your bodyguards are playing
cards! In the meantime, I have to deal with your demands at the bank!
I'm sick of all this!” Roger roared.
“I treat you exactly as I treat all my employees,”
reasoned Konrad.
“Exactly!
But
as far as I know, you don't fuck your secretary or your other
traders!”
“Of course I don't. I love you!”
“No,
you don't! I'm just a toy for you! I'm risking my marriage and my
position for you! Who is going to pay the price if we are discovered?
You? No, I will! I hate you for making me do this!” Roger shouted
out of himself and attempted to
punch Konrad in the face. The Griffin caught the fist in mid-air and
pushed his lover away.
“Don't try it, Roger. You don't stand a chance
against me,” Konrad growled.
“Sure,
I
don’t! You
train everyday with those assassins! How crazy are you?”
“It's
very good for me,” he said in a feral way, making Roger lose his
bravado. 'He's crazier than anyone
believes!'
“Come
over here, Roger. Did I hurt you?” Konrad asked softly. “I didn't
mean to. I'm under considerable pressure these days,
and you know it.” He walked around the bed and took his lover by
the waist, caressing his hair and kissing his lips to appease him.
“I'm sorry, kitten. I'll make it up to you,” he added with a kiss
to the forehead.
Roger
took several breaths before letting his anger go. It was always the
same routine. They would fight over
a lover, work, money—anything—, and Konrad would react rather
strongly to later feel very ashamed of his deeds. He closed his eyes
and enjoyed the comfort being offered by the large man-boy whispering
words of love in
his ear. “I have also a lot of stress, Konrad,” Roger finally
said in a quivering voice.
“Tell me, kitten.”
“At
the bank, with the new operations manager. He says that my ratios are
just on the limit and that I need to trade more to increase the
bank’s commissions. I lost almost two weeks with the purchase of
that software company you wanted, so this month I'm going to be well
below the minimum standard. I don't want to face a reprimand that
could ruin my worksheet. I've been trying to recover the lost time,
but there is no way I'll make it. I can certainly kiss good-bye
to my bonus for this year. Maria Augusta was counting on it.”
Konrad felt his fury rise when he realized that he had
been trapped once more in one of Roger's schemes. 'At least this time
he is not asking me to write off the debts of one of his father's
friends.' “I am sorry for your problems, Roger, but I paid the
commissions you asked of me. I requested no special treatment from
you.”
“I
lost two big clients because I was away
dealing with
your nerds! I got you a significant reduction in the final price!”
'Yes,
that's right, but he should know how to deal with me and two
customers,' thought Konrad but did not say it. Instead he
said,
“Maybe I could give you some sort of compensation. How big were
your clients?”
“About
twelve million
Deutsche
Marks both of
them. They
now prefer another trader!”
“What
about if I increase my position by fifteen million Deutsche
Marks? Will that
be enough?” Konrad said, stressing the word “enough”. “Trade
with them as much as you want, but don't lose them.”
“That
would be great! Thank you so much!” Roger kissed Konrad on the
lips, who was crossed at the idea of having to move some funds around
so Roger could trade,
and most certainly lose, some of the operations into his own
accounts. 'Oldest trick in trading business: use the client's capital
to your benefit.’
As
the kisses continued, Konrad felt his anger fade, his attention
returning to the original plan of
the evening.
Roger
took him by the hand and pulled him back to the bed, removing the
covers and slipping inside. 'Now you play the kitten because you know
I'm on my limit and I hate all that stupid gymnastics you love so
much in bed. I know you very well, Roger, but I couldn't change
you for another,'
Konrad evaluated as he watched the other man go under the covers and
lie on the
pillows.
“Come
here, mon lapin,”
Roger
said seductively. “Let's do not spend a wonderful night arguing
about nothing.”
“You drive me mad, Roger.”
“That's
because I love you and you love me.”
“Really?” Konrad asked hopefully.
“Yes,
I do. Viens ici, mon
lapin,” Roger
kissed the young man when he joined him in the huge bed. “I may
be with many, but I’ll
always come back to you. There's no one that could compare to
you,” he
whispered in his boyfriend's ear. “J'adore
quand tu me prends dans tes bras,” he
whispered seductively;
and strangely he did, he liked the feeling of being held in the other
man’s arms.”
“Tu
me rends fou,”
Konrad repeated,
before plunging into the nothingness that Roger's kisses always
dragged him into. 'If he were just a little more truthful with me, I
would be the happiest man in the world. One day.'
Their
kisses became urgent, passionate,
and Konrad placed himself on top of Roger’s pelvis glad that his
lover had acquiesced to do it ‘the normal way’, rocking their
manhoods together to relight the fire. Their breathing sped up to the
point of panting, and Konrad penetrated Roger with care, doing his
best not to hurt him. He let Roger establish the pace once he was
inside of him,
kissing his lover's neck to show him how much he loved him.
* * *
“Can
you do a second round?” Roger trailed his finger, drawing imaginary
circles on Konrad's chest not thirty minutes after they had climaxed
together.
“Even
a third,
if you're up to it.” 'That's what I love the best about him: he
never has enough.'
“We'll
see, big boy,” Roger answered, dragging out the last word as he
knew Konrad hated to be called that. The next instant, Roger felt his
legs being wrapped around a broad shoulder as Konrad penetrated him
in one swift move, the
younger man enjoying the feeling of being sucked into the other’s
warmth too much to move slowly. He pounded into his lover without
caring much about Roger's comfort on this occasion. 'If
the first time is soft and sweet, the second has to be wild,' he
remembered.
His
pleasure increased when he heard the moans from his companion,
and
Konrad nearly
went mad with desire and lust for Roger, his strong hand tightly
gripping the member touching his stomach, almost burning him in its
need. When Konrad felt himself on the edge, he disentangled himself
from the smaller body and almost forcibly turned him around to
achieve
deeper penetration, firmly taking the man by the hips to secure his
mount, exactly as Roger loved it.
Konrad
set a quick pace and the sounds coming from his lover told him that
he was also enjoying it,
but no matter
how much he tried to prolong the exquisite agony, he could not. He
finally depleted himself into his lover with a deafening groan.
“Lord, you do know how to fuck now, Konrad,” Roger
panted, almost dead from the effort, caressing the younger man's head
lying on his chest. “Makes me almost want a third one,” he joked.
“Give
me an hour and you'll see, my love,” Konrad chuckled, happy that
the other sounded so satisfied. Pleasing Roger was always hard, but
the reward was always worth it. Perhaps this time he would be happy
and quiet for a week, and
would only fulfil his duties towards his wife instead of running
after customers, secretaries or other traders. 'Why is he so darn
sexy? Why does everybody need to jump him? Why can't he be happy with
only me?'
“Only
an hour? I need more time, lapin,”
Roger chuckled, kissing Konrad on the forehead and listening to how
the other purred
under his kisses. “Well, if it's as good as this was, I can wait.
You know I love you, Konrad.”
“Roger, you are the most important thing in my life.
I can't live without you.”
“Konrad, you know this will not last.”
“How can you say that?” Konrad shouted desperate.
“I do love you. Don't I do whatever you want?”
“Lapin,
you will have to marry soon,
raise a family of your own, and this will be over. This is nothing
more than an adventure for us. What would happen if we were
discovered? Would you risk
everything we have just for this?”
'Of course, I would! You're the first person who liked
me for myself. You don't flatter me like the others. You really treat
me as your equal,' Konrad thought but remained silent, turning around
in the bed to go to sleep.
“Come
on, Konrad. Don't get mad and behave like a child. You know you have
to marry soon. You're twenty-five. I married at that age, too. Why
don't you consider Maria Augusta's cousin? She's relatively
good-looking
and kind. She will give no you problems at all and will
look after your children. Take the Prince's advice on this.”
“I
will not marry a woman,” Konrad grunted. “Much less settle for an
arranged marriage. Look at
my father. His life was pure hell only because he married the
princess
he was ordered
to! And it was I the one who paid for my mother's hatred towards my
father! Women are treacherous, calculating and vengeful creatures.
Good for fucking only! I will have my children with one, but I will
not share my life with any of them. I will adopt my own baby if I
have to!”
“Don't get so upset, Konrad. I was only suggesting
you the best course of action. She's the best candidate for us. She
wouldn't get in the middle. Maria Augusta doesn't care what I do as
long as I'm home at eight and take care of our daughter. Her cousin
is a good and pious woman.”
“You're asking me to marry a nun!”
“Well, your wife can't be a crazy whore.”
“I won't! Get that into your head!”
“We
have to find a way for you to secure the succession. A man in our
position is nothing without children. Even my brother got his heir!
This woman will leave us alone,
and we could love each other as much as we want.”
“No,
and that is final, Roger,” Konrad said firmly.
'I
have to convince him to marry that cow of
Hildegard. If I do so, he could name me
the Consort
without arising any problems or suspicions.'
* * *
Konrad woke up, unsure of what had disturbed his sleep, and sat on the bed to see that Roger was deeply asleep. He shook him awake. “I think the baby is up.”
“Rule
number one of parenthood:
the one who
hears the baby, goes,” Roger mumbled and went back to sleep.
Huffing,
Konrad left the warm bed, shuddering a bit in the cold air before
dressing
himself in a
robe. Doing his best to be quiet, he crossed the living room to open
the door of the other bedroom and switched on a light, expecting the
baby to burst into tears, but Guntram only cooed happily from his
basket.
“Are
you awake at this hour?” Konrad asked the baby softly. “All alone
in the darkness and you don't cry? Brave little fellow.” He picked
up the baby—more
confident than before—, and
went to Roger for advice.
“I
think he's hungry. He’s not crying,
but it's been more than five hours since he had anything,”
Konrad explained the situation.
“Was he yelling?”
“No, he was laughing and making soft noises.”
“Then he isn't really hungry. Babies cry like crazy
when they are.”
“Should we not give him something?” pressed Konrad.
“All right, try your luck with a bottle.”
“I
have no idea how to make one!” Konrad shouted, and then had to
shush
the startled
baby.
“Didn't
you tell me not two hours ago that
you wanted to be a single father? Well, start to practice. Get some
hot water, fill with it one of his clean bottles up to the 150
millilitres mark and add five spoonfuls of powdered
milk. Shake it well and check if it's not too hot.”
“That's all?”
“You
can change his diaper
if you want.”
“No, thank you.” Konrad grimaced and left the room
with the baby still in his arms. 'Next time, Guntram, bring your
nanny along. She is most welcome.'
Doing
his best not to drop the baby or the bottle, he managed to pour the
hot water and prepare the milk under Guntram’s
scrutinizing blue gaze. “I am a banker, not a nanny, so this is the
best you will get from me,” he told the baby before feeding him his
bottle.
Once
Guntram had
finished his milk, he smiled again and fixed his eyes on the
stranger,
who smiled at him in return. “You don't cry like most babies
do, do you? If I ever have a child, I would want him to be like you.
Your father must be very proud of you.
“…
Who am I
kidding? If I ever get a son, he will be exactly as I am. Nothing
nearly
as peaceful or even-tempered as you are.
Compared to your uncle Roger, you are a very sweet little thing.
Don't ever change. All right, time to go back to your own bed. I have
to check some numbers and entertain your uncle.”
* * *
Roger
was in bliss, surprised that Konrad had woken him up for a third
round, but glad to respond to his
kisses, and
delighted that he had let him be on top, even if just for a brief
moment.
Suddenly,
he was pushed aside without any kind of ceremony as Konrad sat up on
the bed. “If you don't like it,
say so!” Roger
roared, furious at his partner's attitude.
“Be quiet! I think I heard the baby!”
“Didn't you just give him a bottle?”
“Yes,
I did, but maybe there is something wrong with him,” Konrad
whispered,
angered at Roger's
insensibility. “He could be sick!”
“Babies cry for no reason! Let him be! I don't hear
him!”
“He
has something! He is not a crybaby!”
“Fine, spend the rest of the night in his room! I've
had enough of you!”
“Very
well, Roger,”
Konrad said with great dignity leaving the bed to get his clothes and
went away.
Still
upset and grumbling about in the middle of the living room, he
redressed and picked up his briefcase
before going to
check once more on the baby and find out why he was complaining so
much.
“Well, if you kick your covers away like that, they
will not come back to you,” Konrad explained softly when he found
the baby furiously kicking in his cot and slightly shivering from the
cold. 'Five-star hotels are overrated. The heating isn't good
tonight.'
He
covered the infant again and looked at him, hearing his
soft but urgent grunts. “You just had a bottle and you don't smell.
Please, don't
tell me it's the diaper. There's no way I will change it. But if you
kick so much, maybe it is full.” His hand approached to the baby
but stopped mid-air.
'No, I can't. I'm not ready to be a father.' “Roger!”
he shouted. 'Time to use my influence. Besides, he's the uncle, not
I.'
“What is it now?” Roger came hurrying, concerned
that Guntram might be sick.
“Diaper
is full. Change
him,” Konrad
said with great poise.
“Is that all?” he asked in disbelief.
“He is part of your line. Fulfil your duties.” The
stern expression of his eyes foretold nothing good.
“Are you giving me the Griffin's speech?” Roger
snorted.
“If you ever use that tone with me again, you will
find out how it is to be on the Griffin's wrong side,” he said in a
low voice. “You are responsible for your house. Do your task.”
“Very well!” Roger huffed and picked up the baby,
noticing that the diaper was really full, and left the room like a
fury.
Some
minutes later, Roger returned to find Konrad sitting on the couch and
reading his papers. “Go back to bed, Roger,” he said without
lifting his eyes from the documents,
and Roger decided to comply in order to avoid a fight.
Konrad
heard the baby again and left what he was doing to check on him. “Be
quiet, you. I have to think.” He smiled at the adorable sight. “Do
you know anything about swaps?” The baby cooed, almost making
Konrad laugh
and partially dissolving
his anger towards the Frankfurt office. “No, I imagine not. Here,
take your teething ring and your rattle. You know what to do with
them.” He shook the colourful thing in front of the baby's eyes and
watched Guntram grab it with his tiny hands. “Are you sure about
the swaps? I could use some advice.”
Laughing
at himself,
but relieved to have
finally spoken his mind with someone, even if only a baby, Konrad
returned to the sofa to continue reading as the sun came up on the
horizon.
* * *
Roger
was still a bit cross with his lover. As usual, Konrad had left bed
at five o'clock in the morning to begin working,
and showed no interest in returning to him, favouring instead his
adored banks. 'And he wonders why I have an adventure every now and
then. Well, time to call the answering service. Maybe Maria Augusta
needs something. After all,
she's alone with
the baby.'
He
frowned
when the
service's secretary told him that his wife had called last night to
say that her mother wanted to see him too in Vienna for her wedding
anniversary. 'Bloody witch, but if I don't show up, I'll have her
breathing
down my neck for the rest of the year.' Roger dialled Air France's
number and booked a flight at 11:45 a.m. before realizing that Jerôme
was not returning from Geneva until 12:30 p.m. Not only that, but his
own nanny was away for the weekend, along with the rest of his
service, and he had no one else that could take care of his nephew.
'Well,
Konrad, time to
play father for an hour. Didn't you want a baby? Here is one,
and he's very nice compared to what I have at home.'
Roger
left the bed and redressed himself, realizing that he would have to
rush home and change into something informal, pick
up another suit for the evening and more clothes for the next day,
and it was already 8:35 a.m. Almost running, he went into the living
room to find Konrad engulfed in his papers and
checking some numbers with a calculator at his side. The baby was
lying on the carpet in front of him, wriggling his feet, happy to be
out of the bassinet.
“I have to go now.”
“All right. The people in Frankfurt will hear me on
Monday. This is outrageous!”
“Why is the baby on the floor?”
“I set him free. He had already breakfast and he can
roll around very fast. Do they think I am an idiot? What was Lindberg
thinking? No, he was not thinking, he was cheating on me! On Monday
he and all his friends are out!”
“Are you going to fire your CEO?”
“Not mine, my father's. He had two years to prove his
allegiance to me. He's robbing me. People mistake young age for
stupidity.”
“Konrad, you can't fire him! He has been with you for
more than fifteen years!”
“Then
he had enough time to learn how to do his job. He's out and will
never work in a bank for as long as I live,”
Konrad said
clearly, looking at Roger with the coldest eyes he had ever seen. “My
tolerance levels decrease with each passing day, Roger.”
“I
need to ask you a favour,”
Roger gulped,
but Konrad only looked at him and said nothing. “I have to fly to
Vienna. Maria Augusta says her mother wants to see me. The flight is
at 11:45 a.m.”
“Well, go then. I will fly to Frankfurt.”
“Jerôme arrives at 12:30 p.m. Can you take care of
Guntram? I have no one else to ask this favour.”
“I am not qualified to look after a small child.”
“Please,
Konrad. I have no one else and Guntram knows you!
I don't want to deposit the baby in the VIP lounge till Jerôme
arrives!”
“He's your nephew, not mine. It's too much of a
responsibility for me.”
“Konrad,
you guard other people's
money, and this
is only for a couple of hours till Jerôme returns. He will be very
grateful to you. Come on, he's working extra time for you after all!”
“I
didn't know I had started a day-care centre,” Konrad sneered,
feeling a little guilty since
Roger was in this mess as it had been him the one who had
insisted on seeing each other that weekend, which
had forced his lover to look for a lame excuse to avoid his
mother-in-law.
“Please,
Konrad. He's very happy with you,
and he hasn't cried once,”
Roger pleaded, pouting a bit. “I hate to do this to you, but I have
no other choice.”
“I
have no knowledge about babies!” Konrad said,
but he didn't sound as convinced as before.
“You
managed him fantastically last night. I'll leave him with a fresh
diaper. Show him to one of the stewardesses,
and they will melt and do the rest. Women just drool over him.”
“What will I tell your brother? That you walked into
my office in New York and left the baby?”
“Konrad,
Jerôme knows about us and will never say a word to Pascal or my
father. He's the most discreet person in the
world and very open-minded. Heck, he was casting stones at the police
in May ‘68!
He married an artist and lives in Montmartre! It would be good for us
to have some allies.
He can convince my father about almost anything.”
“No way, Roger.”
* * *
'Why
does he always get me into such messes? I'm a total idiot!' Konrad
thought as he looked down at the Moses basket he was holding while
he did his best to balance the large bag included with the baby. 'Can
you not travel lighter?'
“How
do I explain to
my men that I went in alone and came out with you, Guntram?” he
asked the child, who only chortled leaving
his teething ring for a minute just to smile at the tall man. “Don't
waste your charms on me. Use them on a stewardess. You will need one
soon.”
“If
you have no logical explanation, give none. Just remember who you
are, and everything will be accepted,”
the magical words of wisdom from his father came to his mind. 'It's
just Pavicevic,
the younger, and Reiffen, not Uncle
Hermann,' he told to himself to calm down.
* * *
The
normally stoic and silent bodyguard, Stefan Pavicevic, never expected
to see the young Duke carrying a bassinet, occupied at that, while
walking like king across the luxurious hotel foyer towards the
entrance. Pavicevic elbowed his comrade and both men dashed towards
the exit to meet their superior.
“Do
you know anything
about infants, Pavicevic?” Konrad said before the men could pose
any troublesome question to him.
“I have two sons, my Griffin. Goran and Pavel.”
“Excellent,
take this one,”
Konrad said and passed him the bassinet
without moving a single muscle of his face beyond those used for
talking, while Reiffen looked transfixed on the whole exchange. “We
drive to the airport now,” he added before entering the big limo,
parked right in front of the hotel.
Pavicevic
stood
there, with the baby basket in his hands, and looked at the tiny,
sleeping form within. 'Cute baby, just be quiet, please.'
He recovered himself and approached the car, thinking that to put the
baby in the trunk was unacceptable and that the front seat was too
dangerous. He opened the rear passenger door opposite to the Duke's
and sheepishly said,
“Excuse me, my Griffin, but I have no place to put the baby but in
here.”
“Very
well, leave him here,”
Konrad said without looking at the man, too busy with the portfolio
he had found inside the car. “Get me a ticket to Frankfurt when we
arrive, after one o'clock will do;
you will accompany me. And
tell the Summus
Marescalus that I
want to see him there tonight.”
“Very
well, sir,” Pavicevic answered, setting down the basket on the seat
with great care before walking
to the passenger seat in the
front. 'Is this one an heir? Why does he need to see my brother? If
he is, the Duke was indeed fast to get one.' His mind was in turmoil,
and he had to pinch his arm to avoid peering at his Duke over the
rear-view mirror.
Sensing
his men’s curiosity, Konrad decided to close the dark tinted
divider
window to get some privacy. Only then, he took another look at the
sleeping boy. 'You're very peaceful, little one. Must come from the
Guttenberg Sachsen's side. Good-looking
and harmless people, according to my father. A good
place to look for a wife, but they have nothing available at the
moment.' “Do you have any aunts that I am unaware of? Your uncle is
quite a handful,” he asked with a sneer.
Looking
through the window at the landscape,
he realised that Roger would be probably right now boarding his plane
to Vienna.
'I
can't let go of him. He's like a selfish
child, but he’s
a good person. If he were just braver and make a stand, we wouldn't
be having any
of these problems,' Konrad thought with a sigh. 'We
love each other, so why do things have to be so complicated? I am not
his first male lover, yet
he keeps telling everyone that he favours women. “Sometimes I get a
slut to keep up with the practice,” he told me just a month ago.
Well, it doesn't make you less gay than before, Roger. Why are you so
afraid? What is the worst thing that could happen? That your father
shouts and disinherits you? A scandalous divorce? No one would dare
to go against me,
and I would protect you from your family. During the past two years,
the Löwensteins have made more money than ever before, and we stand
much better than when my father was alive. In a few years more, we
will be able to present battle to anyone who dares to oppose us. I am
here to stay,
and everyone has a price. Your family just has to name it.'
“Always speak your mind to the people you trust,
little one. It will save you a lot of headaches in the future,”
Konrad said to the sleeping baby.
The
car parked in one of the drop-off
areas and one of the bodyguards from the second car ran to open the
door for Konrad.
He descended
while one of his men took the baby and followed him into the large
hall. Konrad walked to the Lufthansa desk where Pavicevic was already
purchasing the tickets. “Sir, should I buy one for the child?”
“No,
his father will pick him up at 12:30 p.m.
in the VIP
lounge. Tell one of the men to wait for him at the gate. He arrives
from Geneva and the name is de Lisle,” Konrad said coldly,
and Pavicevic only bowed his head, more confused than before.
As
predicted,
the young girl
at the lounge reception almost threw herself over Guntram, gushing
that he was the “cutest baby I've seen! How old is he? Hello,
baby!” as she started to make faces at him, waking him up.
'Can't she speak one sentence at a time?' Konrad
thought but said nothing at all. “I'm expecting his father, Jerôme
de Lisle,” he said instead.
“Very well, sir.” The girl quickly returned to her
professional ways. “Would you like to have a bottle for him?”
“Perhaps
in half an hour, thank you,” he said and went to sit at the
farthest place in the lounge,
where he could have some privacy, while Pavicevic trotted after him
carrying the
baby.
* * *
“Are
you Mr. de Lisle?” Reiffen asked very politely, stopping a man
walking in a hurry down the arrival gate.
“Yes,
I am,” said the medium-size
man, inspecting the bodyguard from head to toes in a way that made
the other stand straight, exactly as when the old Duke was around.
The
man had elegant features and startling green, hypnotic eyes.
He was dressed
in a conservative dark business suit with a black tie,
and on his lapel he wore an almost imperceptible golden brooch with a
crenel cross that indicated
he was a member from one of the oldest families in the Order.
“The
Herzog
von Wittstock
asks if you could accompany me to the VIP lounge. Your son is with
him,” Reiffen
said very carefully as he didn't troubles with the elite.
If
Jerôme de Lisle was surprised, he hid it very well. He only
answered, “Lead the way, please,” and followed the man across the
long
corridors.
'I
am going to kill Roger for transferring my son to Lintorff!' thought
Jerôme, furious. 'First,
he makes me fly to Geneva to fix one of his messes,
and then he just hands Guntram over to Lintorff? He only had to take
care of my baby for one night! How can he be so irresponsible? Did he
dare to take my child to one of his adventures? He's dead!'
The
lawyer
entered the
large saloon and quickly identified Lintorff's tall form in the
farthest corner. He had picked up Guntram and was showing him the
planes from one of the large windows overlooking the runways.
Strangely,
his baby seemed to be happy in the man's arms.
“Good
day, my Griffin. My name is Jerôme de Lisle,” he said,
interrupting the long explanation about aircrafts his son was getting
in German. 'For a man who almost threw Roger to his bed, he's very
nice to a
baby. Odd.'
“You
must be very proud of your son, Mr. de Lisle. He's a brave boy,”
Konrad
intoned seriously, but he didn't make a move to return the baby to
his father, who
had cried in happiness when he saw him.
“Indeed, sir. I thank you for your assistance today
and I apologise for any inconvenience my son might have caused you. I
was under the impression that my younger brother was looking after
him.”
“He
had to fly to Vienna. Family business.” 'Roger should do the
explanation,' Konrad decided and continued with his update of the
baby's doings. “Guntram has just taken another bottle,” the Duke
said,
returning—much to his chagrin—the giggling and excited baby to
his father, who softly caressed his silken blond hair. “I'm sorry
for your loss, Mr. de Lisle. Your wife must have been a wonderful
woman to have such a baby.”
“Thank
you, sir,”
Jerôme answered curtly, feeling the familiar knot in his throat he
experienced every time his Cécile was mentioned.
“Guntram
has a very pleasant nature,” Konrad commented. “I have never met
a baby as well-mannered as him.”
“Thank
you, my Griffin. Good-bye.”
“Would you like to have lunch with me?”
“No,
sire. Our paths split now,”
Jerôme said harsher than intended. “My child has a long journey to
Lille ahead of him, and I should start to drive before it gets late.”
“I
understand,” Konrad said, very irked at the brutal rejection. 'I
just was trying to make friends with him. Let's try
once more, maybe he's shy. Roger told me he has been acting like a
monk since his wife died.'
“Your
brother and I share a special friendship,
and he told me you were aware of it.”
“Since
1981, sir, but as I said to him,
I prefer to keep myself apart from his affairs.”
“I understand you disapprove of it, then,” Konrad
used a very soft voice.
“I
am a free thinker, Monsieur.
I am no one to judge you or my brother. Our Lord would not condemn
you because of your choice of partner. He preached love and tolerance
to our brothers. If my brother were a free man, I would have nothing
to say. It would be something between you and our Lord. But he is
married; he has taken the sacrament of
marriage, and
you are sullying it. You cannot defend our mother the Church and step
on its sacraments. If you have some decency,
and respect your vows as our Hochmeister,
transfer those affections to someone else.” Jerôme said very
seriously. “Come Guntram, we are going now,” he added, and picked
up the basket and shoulder bag.
Konrad
remained standing
where he was for many a minute, his eyes fixed on the retreating
figure of father and son even after they had disappeared. Finally, he
sat again on the sofa and pondered for a long time on the words that
had sounded like an omen of his future.
I just love this chapter. The first meeting of Konrad and Guntram is so bittersweet...
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miles
This was great.
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