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CHAPTER THREE
NOT QUITE THE MORNING AFTER
It was the smell of coffee that finally roused the sleeping Klaus. He drew a deep breath, drinking in the pleasant aroma for a few seconds. Then he remembered where he was and what had happened. His eyes snapped open and he turned, half expecting to find Dorian curled up beside him with a smug expression on his face. To his relief, he found himself alone, not only in bed but also in the room. This would postpone the inevitable conversation for a few precious minutes as he got his thoughts together. He sat up slowly, taking stock of new pains in new places. He noticed his clothes were no longer strewn on the floor. He also noticed a robe had been placed at the foot of the bed for him. Always the perfect host, the Earl.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.”
Klaus looked up to see Dorian in the bedroom doorway. He was mildly surprised to see the Earl was dressed, even if it was in an elaborate silk lounging outfit.
Dorian crossed to the bed as the Major sat up further and then leaned back against the headboard. He sat down beside him, holding out the cup in his hand. “I took the liberty of ordering coffee, Major, but held off on dinner until you were awake. You must be starving by now.”
Klaus accepted the cup and took a sip of what turned out to be strong, hot, black coffee that did wonders in helping to clear his head. “What time is it?” he asked.
“It’s quarter past eight.”
Klaus looked up sharply and then down at his wristwatch. “Shit.”
Dorian wondered if he shouldn’t have let the Major sleep as long as he had. “I’m sorry, you were so…worn out. I thought it best to let you sleep. Did I make you miss your flight or something?”
Klaus shook his head and took another sip of coffee.
“No one’s waiting for you?”
“No. I sent them ahead after I got orders to—” He broke off and sighed, saying instead, “I don’t leave until morning.”
“That’s good.”
Klaus gave him a puzzled look. “Is it?”
Dorian cautiously leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on the Major’s cheek. “No one to suspect anything because you vanished for several hours after coming to my room.”
“Wonderful.”
“Major, I hope you believe me when I say I’d never do anything to endanger your reputation.”
Klaus looked him in the eye but did not reply.
Dorian let his eyes play over the Major’s exposed chest, a small smile coming to his face when the man reacted with his usual squirming. “When you walk out that door, you are still the biggest homophobe on the planet, if that’s what you want.”
Klaus put a hand to his head, closing his eyes. If that’s what I want. Great. I wish I knew what the hell that was.
“Shall I order dinner?” Dorian offered, breaking into the Major’s train of thought. “You’re welcome to the shower.” He held out a hand in the direction of the bathroom. “I hung up your clothes so they wouldn’t be all rumpled when you woke up.”
“Thank you.” A pause. “Yes, please, order dinner.”
Dorian saw the Major wince slightly as he shifted position to get out of bed. He put a hand on his arm to stop his progress, receiving a suspicious look in reply. He grinned as the look deepened when he took the cup from his hand. He put it on the bedside table beside a tube, which he picked up and then held out. “Here. A gift to commemorate our first time together. It’s practical, just like you.”
“What is it?” Klaus asked suspiciously as he hesitantly took the item.
“Anal cream.”
Dorian could not prevent the smirk that came to his face when the Major dropped the tube as if it were on fire.
“What? Is this some kind of—?”
Dorian held up his hands. “It’ll help relieve any…soreness, Major. Numbs you up, you see.” He went on to explain that he had used it to make the officer’s first time easier. “The instructions are on the back.”
“This is why it didn’t hurt?” Klaus said quietly, picking up the tube again to study it more closely.
Dorian had to fight not to laugh. “Did you think it would?”
The Major looked up with a slightly guilty look on his face.
“My brave little soldier…”
“Lord Gloria, don’t patronize—”
“Never! I promised it wouldn’t hurt.” A sudden thought struck him and Dorian gave the Major a searching look. “Were you hoping it would hurt?” Hoping you could use it against me, perhaps? His only reply was a dark look and he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. “Just in case anyone asks…tell them it’s for piles.”
“Fuck,” Klaus groaned. “That’s almost as bad as the truth.”
This time Dorian did laugh. “Almost. Only you and I know the truth, Major. Which reminds me…people will notice a difference after this.” He smiled brightly at the appalled look this produced. “They won’t know why, but you’ll be more relaxed after that…workout, believe me.”
“You know this for a fact?” Klaus put a hand to his head, closing his eyes. “Shit, what am I saying…?”
“Oh, aren’t you a dear!” the Earl said happily. He planted a quick peck on the Major’s cheek and then got to his feet. He crossed to a table, and started searching the drawers for the room service menu. “Just say you threatened me with grievous bodily harm when you came to my hotel. That always makes you happy.”
“You’re being remarkably unselfish…”
“Not a bit of it. I am selfishly looking out for you so I can ravage you at a later date.”
“I see. Already planning a repeat performance, are you?” Klaus got to his feet with a groan. He put on the robe, slipping the tube of cream into a pocket before slowly moving toward the bathroom. He wasn’t sure what else to say and was glad that the Earl continued to prattle on.
“If you can leave Iron Klaus behind again, I would love dozens of repeat performances.” Dorian moved his search to the desk. “I have no idea why you chose to leave him out in the hall today—not that I’m complaining, mind.” He produced the menu from a drawer with a triumphant flourish. “Just promise me when you pick him up again you won’t—”
Klaus heard Dorian’s voice break and turned to look at him. “I won’t what?” He watched in bewilderment as the Earl stiffened visibly. His back was still to him, but his body language spoke volumes to the officer’s trained eye. “Lord Gloria?”
The Earl stiffened further, his back almost ramrod straight.
Klaus tried a different tact. “Dorian?”
Dorian’s posture registered his reaction to the Major’s use of his given name, but he still did not turn around. “You won’t…” He had to force the next words from his throat. “Pretend it didn’t happen.”
Klaus was taken aback at this. Secrets were part and parcel to his job. They were also a big part of Eroica’s chosen profession as well. “Only you and I can know what happened,” he replied calmly. “You know that.”
“Yes, yes, fine. I’ll… I’ll order dinner.”
Klaus crossed to the Earl, taking him by the shoulders and turning him to face him. “After throwing yourself at me for over twenty-five years, I’d’ve thought you’d have all this worked out to the last detail.”
Dorian slowly raised his eyes. “Oh, I did. Dozens of scenarios. All very romantic. Intimate dinners, champagne, soft kisses, walks in the moonlight…”
Klaus responded with a disgusted snort and Dorian gave him a bittersweet smile.
“Nothing like what really happened,” Klaus said.
“Not even close,” Dorian replied. “It was supposed to turn into something…beautiful. Now I’m not sure what…” He drew a deep breath, lowering his eyes. “I’m afraid it’s all gonna fall apart.”
Klaus found himself surprised to hear this. He never imagined the Earl having misgivings of any kind. He always seemed so sure of himself. “Is that why you didn’t attack me again after I woke up?”
Dorian looked up sharply. “Would you’ve let me?”
Klaus actually smiled. “I don’t know.” He gave Dorian a gentle kiss on the cheek, receiving a startled look in reply. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He tapped the menu in the Earl’s hand. “Order dinner.”
“Yes…alright.”
“It will give us time to discuss our future before I have to leave,” Klaus said as he turned back toward the bathroom.
Our future? Every time Dorian felt sure the man couldn’t surprise him any longer, he was proved wrong. He didn’t dare hope the Major meant what he thought he did.
“And no wine,” Klaus added.
“Afraid I’ll get you drunk and attack you again?”
The words were out of Dorian’s mouth before he could stop himself. He clamped a hand over his mouth when Klaus turned back to look at him. Nice going. You’ve just ruined everything.
Again, the Major easily read the Earl’s body language. A smile twitched at the edges of his mouth. Somehow, he had managed to turn the tables on the man simply by surrendering. How did that happen?
“I still have to drive back to my hotel tonight,” he replied before vanishing into the bathroom.
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It was not until he actually started eating that Klaus realized he was ravenous. The Earl had wisely ordered a solid meal of steak and potatoes, no wine or dessert. He obviously had taken note of the officer’s likes and dislikes when it came to food. This only caused him to wonder what else the Earl had taken note of.
Dorian waited until the end of the meal before he cautiously broached the subject of the future. As much as he had been looking forward to having the Major in his bed, he had dreaded the inevitable morning after conversation. If the Major regretted crossing the line, what then?
“You’re not gonna accuse me of taking advantage of you, are you?”
Klaus sat back, looking the man in the eye. Is he serious? “Taking advantage?” he repeated.
“Yes.” Dorian lowered his eyes. “I did tie you down…”
“And I told you to do it.”
“Not the first time.”
Klaus’s eyes narrowed. “Dorian, what exactly are you worried I’m gonna do? Threaten to kill you if you tell anyone?”
“Well…I…um, that is…you…” Dorian stammered out.
“Are you gonna tell anyone?” Klaus asked firmly.
Dorian looked up sharply. “No!”
Klaus nodded, dropping his napkin on his empty plate before asking, “So what’s the problem?”
Dorian put a hand to his head. “You know what the problem is! You’re gonna walk out that door, become Iron Klaus again, and pretend I’m the most repulsive person on the face of the Earth!”
Klaus nodded again. This was indeed true. “And you are going to walk out that door, become Eroica again, and continue to be the only man on the face of the Earth with the balls to taunt Iron Klaus and damn the consequences.”
Dorian wasn’t sure how he felt about that and found himself on the verge of wishing he had never slept with the man. Well, not really. But he had never actually thought through the reality of what this would mean to Klaus after he crossed the line. How it would affect him personally, professionally, and emotionally. Christ, I really am a selfish, shallow bastard.
Dorian sat back, giving the Major a steady look. “How do I proceed? You tell me. I’ll do whatever you say.”
This obviously took Klaus by surprise. He couldn’t remember the Earl ever doing as he was told. “Seriously?”
Dorian nodded. “I love you. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize…well, us.”
“Us.” Klaus sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Whatever I say?”
“You know what I mean, Major.”
The corners of the officer’s mouth twitched. “Fine. You can start by calling me by name when we’re alone.” The shocked look this produced caused him to chuckle.
“You’re not gonna tell me to stay away from you during your missions, are you?”
The Major’s eyes flickered. “No more than I usually do.” He drew a deep breath. “Anyway, I can’t this time. The reason I came here in the first place was to solicit your services for a mission.”
“A mission with you?”
“Yes.”
Dorian smiled seductively. “Will I be working closely with you, Major?”
Klaus sighed heavily, gave him a long-suffering look, and ignored the question entirely. “I’m in Greece now because NATO is in discussions about assisting in the security of the upcoming Olympic Games.”
“And you stayed behind just to seek out my services…” Dorian purred.
Klaus could see the Earl was warming up and immediately put the brakes on. He held up a hand and said firmly, “If you want this—” He waved a hand to take in the two of them. “—to continue…”
“If!” Dorian exclaimed before he could stop himself. He clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Klaus ignored the interruption. “There has to be some ground rules. And you have to follow them.”
“Yes, of course, whatever you say…” Dorian said from behind his hand, adding playfully, “Klaus.”
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