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CHAPTER FIVE
CITY BY CITY
Helsinki, Finland

October, 2003
The Major sat in the Earl�s hotel suite paging through the newest set of photographs taken by the cameras that had been planted on the questionable display stands. Eroica had already passed on the ones he had taken of the stands themselves and their interiors. He had even managed to find a stash of extra bases in a packing case, and had naturally helped himself to one of them so NATO could take a closer look. His technical expert, John Paul, was beside him ready to answer any questions the Major might have.
After he finished paging through the photos, the Major nodded. He pulled out a few, which he handed to John Paul, giving him instructions on the adjustments he wanted made to the camera angles.
�Do you want that done right away, Major?� Dorian asked as John Paul made notations on the photos.
�Before the exhibit�s moved,� Klaus replied.
�Anything else?� Dorian asked.
�No.�
Dorian gave a bright smile. �Thank you, John Paul, that�ll be all. Tell the others I won�t be available for the next few hours. The Major and I have some arguing to do.�
The Major gave him a dark look, a low growl rising in his throat.
John Paul gave a weak smile and left, wondering, not for the first time, what the Earl could possibly see in the bad-tempered German officer.
Dorian waited until he was alone with the Major before he spoke again. �Any idea what those electronic doohickeys are that I photographed so nicely?�
Klaus ignored the Earl�s self-flattery. �Microprocessors from a videogame console. A PlayStation 2, to be specific.�
Dorian raised an eyebrow. �You�re pulling my leg.�
�Do you know the difference between the microprocessor in a videogame and the one in a weapons guidance system?�
�You know I don�t.�
�Doesn�t matter. There is no difference.�
Dorian sat back and studied the man�s face. �Now you are having me on.�
�Why do you think there�re tight export restrictions on those things?�
�No idea. It�s not my jurisdiction. Weapons and things.�
�But art is.�
Dorian�s eyebrows went up. �Was that a serious compliment, Klaus? You are worried.�
Klaus gave him a sideways look but let the remark slide. �There are three dozen units in each filled case. And they are to be referred to as units, by the way, not microprocessors.� He saw the Earl open his mouth and added quickly, �Or doohickeys.�
�Not even thingamajigs?�
�No.�
Dorian giggled.
Klaus rolled his eyes before going on. �The filled cases you�ve accounted for are under artwork that will be returning to a nation with easy access to arms dealers, terrorists, mercenaries��
Dorian held up a hand. �I�m already sold, Major,� he said mildly.
Klaus gave him one of his inscrutable looks.
�Just say the word and Eroica will have all those units in your hands within twenty-four hours.�
Klaus drew a deep breath, tossing the folder he was holding onto the table in front of him. �Not yet. I want the bastard who's putting it there, too.� He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. �And there are still several empties left.�
�And seven months before the presentation ceremony in Sarajevo. Lots of time to collect and add more goodies along the way.�
The officer did not even open his eyes. �Exactly.
Dorian gave the man a sympathetic look. �Major, if you can have replicas made up, I could very easily switch out the whole base with a dummy.�
Klaus opened his eyes, giving him a steady look. �I�ll keep that in mind.� Then his eyes narrowed. �And don�t even think about pulling that yourself,� he said warningly. �There�s no guaranteeing those bases won�t be switched around during the course of the tour.�
�Oh, you take all the fun out of things,� Dorian said jokingly. He glanced at the clock before asking, �When are you expected back?�
�My flight leaves first thing in the morning.�
�Really?� Dorian gave a small smile. Then he wordlessly got to his feet and crossed to the door where he made sure it was locked and bolted.
oOoOoOo
Stockholm, Sweden

November 2003
Dorian answered the knock on the door to his hotel suite to find the Major standing on the other side, a stern expression on his face. The officer wordlessly stormed into the room and then waited for the Earl to close the door.
�Major, what�?�
�Mission briefing,� came the succinct reply.
Dorian opened his mouth but was at a loss for words. He helplessly looked around his empty hotel suite. �I�um�I�m sorry. I didn�t� G didn�t�� His words were cut off when his mouth was suddenly captured in a passionate kiss. The next thing he knew, he was being backed up against the wall.
When the kiss was finally broken, Dorian gave the officer a dazzled look. �Oh, I see,� he said with a bright smile. �I�m beginning to like your mission briefings, Major.�
Klaus leaned back to look the man in the eye. He put his hands on the wall on either side of his head, trapping him where he stood. �Do you have anything new to report?� he asked calmly.
�Nothing beyond what G passed along.�
�And the cameras?�
The Major�s gaze was so piercing, Dorian felt like a butterfly pinned to the wall. �Adjusted to your exact specifications.�
�Good.�
The mesmerized Dorian leaned in, drawing a deep breath. �God, you smell wonderful.�
Klaus watched in amusement as the Earl�s eyes glazed over. He had never actually taken the time to observe him at such close quarters, since he was usually too busy trying to escape. Now he was fascinated. Dorian had completely lost his concentration, and all he had done was stand in front of him. �Are you listening to me, Dorian?� he asked in a low voice.
�Mmm, hmmm,� came the mesmerized reply.
�Nothing more to report?�
�Mmm, mmm.� The Earl shook his head but did not take his eyes from the Major�s face.
�Good. Briefing concluded,� Klaus snapped suddenly, taking a quick step back and startling the Earl back to reality.
Dorian looked as if he�d been slapped in the face. He looked the officer up and down in some confusion. Then realization dawned and an all too familiar amorous look blossomed across his features. He smiled brightly, took hold of the Major�s arm, and practically dragged him to the bedroom.
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Amsterdam, The Netherlands

December 2003
�I don�t think I�ve ever spent the holidays in the Netherlands,� Dorian purred as he turned in bed
�Don�t turn the lights on just yet,� came Klaus�s voice from beside him.
A pause. �Still fighting that headache?�
There was a flash as Klaus lit a cigarette. �This mission is one long headache.�
�Oh, my poor Major.� Dorian put his head on Klaus�s shoulder and rubbed a hand on his chest. He saw the end of the cigarette glow red as he took a drag on it, feeling his chest rise at the same time. �I was hoping that last batch of photos would make you a little happy.�
Klaus gave a grunt in reply, blowing smoke into the air. �Still being analyzed.�
Dorian closed his eyes when Klaus shifted position to put his arm around him. Then his hand started to smooth through his hair. Little by little, the man was getting more comfortable with this quiet intimacy. �I wish you didn�t have to go.�
Klaus continued to run his fingers through the Earl�s hair. �I know.�
oOoOoOo
London, England

January 2004
�I almost didn�t think you�d come to London, Major,� Dorian said as he unbuttoned the officer�s shirt.
�I am expected to get an update on the mission�in person�in each city of the exhibition tour,� Klaus replied in as serious a tone as he could manage while his clothing was being removed.
�Really?� the Earl grinned.
�NATO doesn�t consider you to be especially reliable on your own. As the officer in charge, I need to make sure this mission is kept on track.�
Dorian tried to put on a serious expression. �Oh, yes, I completely agree. I am much too flighty. Not to be trusted at all.� So saying, he pushed the now naked Klaus onto the bed.
�You�re a frivolous civilian thief. You can�t possibly understand the complexities�� Klaus broke off and caught his breath, arching his back when the Earl suddenly started to massage his testicles. �Gott, Dorian! You know that makes me crazy.�
�Oh, yes,� Dorian purred, a smile spreading across his face as the man started to writhe against his touch. �Now hold still while I ravage you.�
oOoOoOo
Paris, France

February 2004
Klaus opened his eyes and gave a small smile when he saw the mop of blond curls on the pillow beside him. He reached over, running a finger down the Earl�s bare back and causing him to shiver.
�Good morning,� Dorian said sleepily as he rolled over to face him.
�It�s four o�clock in the afternoon.�
�Picky, picky.�
Klaus merely grunted in reply.
�Shall I order something to eat?� Dorian offered as he sat up in bed. �A late lunch, perhaps?�
Klaus considered a moment. �Nothing heavy,� he said as he sat up. �And no French food swimming in all that fucking sauce!�
�Oh, Klaus, really. How can you refuse French food in Paris?� Dorian said playfully.
Klaus�s eyes flickered. �Easy.�
�Am I allowed to order wine? Or do you have to return to your mission?�
Klaus waved a hand in the air. �It was a bullshit mission about transatlantic cooperation in the handling of the newest security threats. Iron Klaus was just window dressing for the Secretary General, who left the country this morning.�
�Oh, poor baby,� Dorian moaned, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. �Having to come all the way to France just to look impressive.� He gave a smile, his eyes sweeping over the officer�s exposed chest. �Not that I�m complaining. And I am just vain enough to think you came back again just to see me.�
Klaus gave him a sideways look. �Just keep deluding yourself,� he said as he got out of bed and heading to the bathroom to shower. With each encounter, he found it was easier to walk around naked in front of the Earl, although there were still the occasional twinges of self-consciousness whenever the man commented on his body�as he did at that moment.
�Oh yes, I am completely deluded.� Dorian turned in bed to get a better view of the man�s receding form and firm backside. �You know that I�m always pleased to see more of you.� He grinned when the Major�s precise gait faltered a step.
Klaus closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, fighting the impulse to snap back in annoyance. Instead, he said coldly, �Order lunch. Sod French food. And sod French wine.� He turned back, his expression only semi-serious. �Get me something with fried potatoes and German beer.�
Dorian smiled brightly, sat up straight, and saluted. �Jawohl, Herr Major!�
Klaus gave a snort as he disappeared into the bathroom. �You�re still an idiot.�
oOoOoOo
Antwerp, Belgium

March 2004
The Major was impressed at how attentive Eroica was during this final briefing before the mission moved into Germany. He had assembled everyone in the Earl�s hotel suite to go over the mission thus far.
John Paul explained what he intended with the cameras and updated the officer on anything pertinent, after which Dorian asked that he go tell the rest of his men to get ready for the move to Berlin. After this, Agent G gave the Major his own report and that of Interpol Agent Adams. When asked why the agent hadn�t come himself to so important a briefing, G exchanged a quick glance with Dorian.
�He said he was too busy,� G said in a small voice.
�Too busy?� the Major growled, his anger clearly visible.
�Yes, sir. I tried to insist, but��
The Major waved him to silence. �Never mind. I�ll deal with that idiot in Berlin,� he said tersely. He glared down at the papers in front of him. �Anything else?�
�Yes, no,� G replied.
�Dismissed.�
G blinked. �Sir?�
The Major looked up. �Make sure Eroica�s men aren�t stealing everything that isn�t nailed down,� he ordered. �Then check on the travel arrangements to Berlin so there are no fuck ups this time. Dismissed.�
�Yes, sir.� G practically jumped to his feet. He glanced over at the Earl, who gave him a quick wink. Then he looked back at the Major, who was still glaring down at the papers in front of him. He doesn�t suspect a thing, G thought, shaking his head.
�If the Major and I have adjoining rooms, don�t bother to change it, G, dear,� Dorian called.
�If we do, you�re on the first plane to Alaska if you don�t change it,� Klaus countered. The wall rattled as the door slammed shut behind the agent as he practically fled the room.
�You�re still a spoilsport, Major,� Dorian said sulkily.
Klaus gave him a dark look before he sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes, a hand going to his head.
�Are you as exhausted as you look?� Dorian asked quietly.
Klaus responded with a grunt. �This fucking art show is making me crazy. It�s like a slow motion chase��
�Can I get you a drink?� Dorian offered. Then his voice dropped, and he asked seductively, �How about I massage your fevered brow?�
Klaus opened his eyes, giving the Earl a steady look. �Just my fevered brow?�
Dorian gave him a dazzling smile. �Well, I might be persuaded to massage your fevered everything so long as you promise not to send G to Alaska.�
Klaus gave him a sideways glance. �Persuade me.�
A few minutes later, the pair was in the bedroom, their clothing in a pile on the floor. Klaus was lying on his stomach, Dorian on top of him, rubbing his shoulders with oil. The Earl smiled at the low moans and sighs Klaus made as he worked the knots from his body.
Dorian spent nearly half an hour massaging the tension from the officer�s body. Then he heard soft snores, and his expression softened further. Poor man really is exhausted. He leaned forward and started covering Klaus�s shoulders with soft kisses, smiling when he responded by shifting position and moaning. He leaned close to the man�s ear, whispering, �Major, are you asleep?�
Klaus responded with nothing more than a sleepy grunt.
A bright smile spread across Dorian�s face. �Am I supposed to wake you in thirty minutes?�
Another sleepy grunt.
�How about I do more to you?�
Dorian thought he heard Klaus mutter something that sounded like, �Like what?�
�I don�t know. What does one do with the famous Iron Klaus?� Dorian said seductively, rubbing his hands over the man�s arms. �Now that I have you in my power��
What happened next occurred so fast that it took Dorian�s breath away. One second he was whispering in the Major�s ear, the next he was on his back with the man on top of him, a hand on his chest, pinning him in place.
�Oh, so we�re playing it this way.�
All Dorian got from Klaus was an unfocused look and increased pressure on his chest. �Klaus, this isn�t funny anymore,� he said in as even a tone as he could manage. He could see the officer�s free hand balling into a fist and wasn�t sure if he was about to get a black eye or not. He threw his hands in front of his face, just in case and practically screamed, �Klaus�Major! You�re scaring me!�
Klaus blinked. Then his eyes grew wide as he realized what he was doing. He let go of the Earl as if he were on fire and moved to sit on the mattress beside him, a stunned expression on his face. �I didn�t�I wasn�t�� He put a hand to his head.
Dorian slowly lowered his hands.
�Gott, Dorian, I almost...� Klaus closed his eyes. �I�m sorry.�
This was so obvious that Dorian was afraid Klaus was about to get up, get dressed, and leave right then and there. He took him by the arm to prevent him from going anywhere. �No, it�s my own fault,� he said calmly.
Klaus gave him a stunned look. �How the hell is it your fault?�
�After all these months, I foolishly thought you�d surrendered that one percent that was always looking for a way out.�
Klaus opened his mouth, only to close it again, unable to think of anything to say. Not for the first time since the affair began did he feel completely out of his depth.
Dorian sat up and cautiously put his arms around him. He was relieved when Klaus didn�t stiffen up or pull away. �Please tell me you�re not regretting having started this.�
�Did I say that?�
�Not in words.�
Klaus closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
Realizing he was pushing his still inexperienced lover too hard, Dorian decided it might be best to broach the subject at a later date�and when they weren�t sitting naked in bed. He hugged Klaus tightly, heaving a sigh of relief when he was hugged back. Crisis averted.
�Pay no attention to me, my darling Klaus. I keep forgetting how new all this is to you.�
Klaus sat back to look Dorian in the eye, seeing the same adoring expression he had been running from for twenty-five years. �How can someone as shallow as you be the most complex person I have ever met?� he asked seriously.
Dorian felt his heart jump. He could fall in love with the man all over again. �Oh God, Klaus, I can forgive you anything when you say things like that.�
Klaus�s eyes flickered. �I�ll keep it in mind.�
�You do that.� Dorian pushed the man back onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a kiss and climbing onto him at the same time. �In the meantime, I�m going to have my way with you.�
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