Title: Caesar Salad, Chapter 4

It had been a long day for Dorian Red Gloria, dealing with Caesar's little "insecurities" and the arrival of the German Juggernaut and his agents. Caesar was now sound asleep in Dorian's bedroom not that Dorian would be sleeping there. The blond young man was beautiful but his personality left a great deal to be desired, especially compared to the overwhelming presence of the German Major.

Feeling the presence of someone, Dorian walked into the library. His blue eyes quickly picked out a figure in the darkness. "Agent Z, is that you?"

"Yes, your lordship. I . . . well, I wished to thank you for providing rooms for us this evening. The Major was not happy with me for forgetting to arrange accommodations. You see . . . well, I know it is not an excuse, but the Major gave us so little time to prepare for this trip . . . I forgot."

"That is quite all right, Agent Z. I know how forceful the Major can be. Besides, we wouldn't want you to be sent to Alaska, would we?" If Z could have seen through the darkness, he would have noticed Dorian's laughing blue eyes, but since he could not, he took the statement very seriously.

Sighing slightly, he replied, "Ja, and I didn't even bring my snow shoes."

"I hope that all of my staff has cooperated with you satisfactorily?"

"Yes, they have been most professional. Your Mr. James has been most . . . efficient. He has even counted the number of towels that we have used."

Z and Dorian were old friends if that was a word that could be used to describe Eroica's relationship with the N.A.T.O. support. Eroica's team often had to work with the N.A.T.O. agents, and Mr. James' stinginess was legendary. Dorian's evaluation of Agent Z rose immeasurably since he had taken the time to be kind to the often pesky man.

"Thank you, Agent Z for telling me. I am sincerely glad that the Major has not abandoned you to the wilds of Alaska. Well, tomorrow is going to be a very important day, so I will bid you good evening."

As Dorian climbed the stairs, he thought of the men who served their lord and master, Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach. It could not have been easy. The Major had a rigid set of standards for others and an even higher set for himself. It must have been very difficult to work with such a formidable personality. Dorian's blond curls shook as he thought of his desires for the German Major. Dorian knew that the only reason the Major allowed him to be near was that the beautiful blond was valuable to N.A.T.O., but only in the guise of Eroica and not as the foppish pervert, the Earl of Gloria. Someday wouldn't it be wonderful if the Major could see him as just a normal though gay human?

As Dorian neared his room, he saw the shadowy figure of the Major standing along the balcony corridor that connected the master bedroom with both the white and green rooms. Dorian was exhausted but his slender body still tingled with pleasure at seeing the Major, dressed in practical pyjamas and robe.

The warm breath of the Major gently touched the Earl's skin as if to caress it as the Major approached. "Lord Gloria, I do not wish to seem ungrateful for the accommodations, but I do not approve of the green bedroom in which I have been placed by your man, Bonham."

"I am sorry, Major. I told Bonham to put you in there; it has a very comfortable bed."

"It is too . . . decorated for my taste. Two of my agents can room together, and I will use the extra room."

Dorian smiled brightly; Klaus could see the pearly, white teeth from the small illumination that was provided. "That's not necessary; you may have the other guest bedroom. I will see to it immediately. Give me a few minutes to alert Bonham."

"That is not necessary; I am perfectly capable of moving to this room without aid. Where is it?"

Without a word Dorian indicated the white room, the one that he had been using since Caesar had found the bed too uncomfortable. Klaus turned and walked rapidly to his previous room, but Dorian moved even quicker. It would not do for Klaus to know that he would be taking the Earl's temporary bedroom. Fortunately, this room was as sterile as the green room was decorative. Dorian's mind went to the décor of the green room and smiled. I suppose those wood nymphs might have had something to do with his discomfort.

Within minutes, Klaus was at the door of the white room where the blond was waiting for him. "Here is the room, Major. I hope you have a good night."

The Major fastened a scowl on his handsome face, but was gracious enough to utter an abrupt, "Danke."

The Earl gracefully began to leave the doorway when he turned towards the interior of the bedroom. "Oh Major, I forgot to tell you. A message came through for you. Agent G will be here first thing tomorrow."

Eberbach nodded abruptly as the Earl left. As Dorian moved to the now-vacated green room, he wondered why Agent G was coming. He would have been even more surprised to learn that earlier Klaus had sent for the young transvestite. The Earl would have been even more amazed at the reason for the request for the agent: Agent G had a remarkable talent and tomorrow the short, blond feminine-appearing agent would use all of it, to keep Professor Caesar Gabriel entertained.

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Dorian Red Gloria was not disturbed in the least by the wood nymphs happily dancing around the walls of the green bedroom. He would, of course, had preferred some satyrs or such, but since this bedroom had been created to "entertain" some his more female- prone guests, he felt it was his duty to adjust to the surroundings. He should have known that the Major would think that the bedroom was too frivolous, but the man had endured far worse in his war on the enemies of N.A.T.O. so one would have expected the tall, dark-haired, handsome man to adapt to the hardship. It never entered Dorian's mind that perhaps the Major was less worried about the frolicking nymphs and more about who occupied the master bedroom at that moment.

Nevertheless, the beautiful blond's body seemed to adapt quickly to the luxury of the bed in the green room. His dreams were all that he could have asked . . . they were sensuous, licentious, and naughty and all of them featured a certain Teutonic knight who carried a .44 magnum and looked absolutely delectable in much less than full body armour. Unfortunately, a sudden scream and then a lot of commotion broke his reveries as German swear words could be heard emanating from the bedroom next door. Quickly putting on a robe, the graceful Earl briefly knocked on the door connecting the white and green rooms, only to discover a certain London University Professor in bed with the virile, dark-haired, magnificent owner of Schloss Eberbach!

For a moment, Dorian stared; Caesar squealed, and Klaus strangled, but just as quickly the Earl composed himself (after all he had been trained for this and a lot of other things by his father), walked gracefully to the bouncing bed, and said in a firm but polite voice.

"Major, would you please stop strangling my guest. He has to give a presentation at the gala this evening."

By this time Klaus' baronial social graces were coming to the forefront as his military graces slid to the rear. Releasing the throat of the younger man, he looked at Dorian and immediately demanded, "Get this Schweinhundt out of my room."

Dorian looked at the man he loved. Even at 4.00 in the morning, he still looked so devastatingly handsome. That's my Klaus, what a diplomat!

The blond went over to the other side of the large bed, helping the cringing, whimpering youth to his feet. "Are you all right, Caesar?"

The younger blond's face had now gone from blue to pale white; his eyes were watering and he could barely talk, but he managed to nod and then gasp out, "That man is a maniac; he treated me like a guinea pig before and now he was trying to slaughter me. Help!"

The Major's green eyes were getting harder by the second, and to tell the truth, Red Gloria was getting very tired of hearing the youth's constant whining, but Caesar was also his star for the evening, so seeing the dark faced German reaching under his pillow, Dorian hastily rushed the young man back to the master bedroom.

Since the age of 13, Dorian Red Gloria had known how to please a man, and while it was true that Caesar wasn't much of a man . . . yet; the Earl now used every one of his considerable talents to soothe and settle the ailing Professor. How could he explain to his guests that the young genius would be unable to appear at the Gala . . . due to one member of the German horde running amuck?

Massage, soothing words, and a back rub began to calm the obviously upset youth. Finally, the carefully prepared potion that Bonham had provided permitted the youth to use his voice. "I'm not going to stay another minute in a room next to that monster. I knew that he was a maniac before, but this is ridiculous. Can't you throw him out?"

At that moment, Dorian very badly wanted to throw someone out, but he wasn't sure who was on top of his list. "Now, now, Caesar, please don't talk that way. You have to remember that the Major is a highly trained military official and that he's been taught to react without thinking in situations such as what just happened. By the way, what did happen?"

For a moment, the slender youth sat in the large bed with his head leaning on Dorian's shoulder, a tear flowing down the smooth cheek. Caesar sniffed very prettily then whispered, "I . . . I was lonely in this big bed, and I thought you were next door. I thought . . . I thought we could discuss the art exhibits, and then you could continue with your promise."

Dorian's beautiful blue eyes looked into Caesar's red ones. The older blond smiled slightly. Did I look that dreadful when I cried at that age? Nevertheless, Dorian Red Gloria had learned his diplomacy from the age of 13 when he decided that a certain painting was worth his virginity. His life hadn't been easy so a small rumpus such as this was nothing.

"Oh, Caesar; I'm so sorry this happened. After you went to bed, the Major and I changed rooms because he wasn't comfortable in the green one. I never dreamed that you would need my company. I will make it up to you." Dorian gently planted a kiss on the smooth lips of the younger man. "There, now I only owe you 996 kisses."

Caesar seemed to be sufficiently recovered that he was quite willing to carry on with the promise, but Dorian carefully tucked him in bed. Thankfully, the sedative he had placed in the potion seemed to be working. Placing another kiss on the blond's forehead, Dorian left quietly, shutting the door.

For a moment, Dorian contemplated knocking on the Major's door, but decided against it. Knowing the Major, this whole incident would be verboten from that moment on. Sighing heavily, the Englishman returned to his own bedroom to try and complete the night without further turmoil.

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Agent G arrived promptly at 0800, looking quite fetching in an obviously expensive and chic tailored suit. The small blond had not yet been briefed, but he had worked for the Major for several years so he had immediately assumed that he should put several alluring fashions in his luggage to meet any emergency.

Klaus von dem Eberbach was a man of routine. Standing there to meet Agent G, he was the image of supreme Teutonic manhood. The Major's snort when he saw the agent was really too much, especially since he planned to use G to lead Caesar Gabriel astray and down a path, leading away from the Earl of Gloria.

Agent G was used to his Major's attitude towards him. In fact, the diminutive agent's acting talents had been called upon numerous times in the past, but rarely were his wiles called upon to be used against such a handsome young man. This was going to be fun or, at least, as much fun as a N.A.T.O. agent, dressed in drag and under the close supervision of Iron Klaus, could have.

The Major's briefing was just that brief. Agent G knew his duty and planned to do it to the best of his ability, but it seemed that the target was resting in bed. Agent G pondered the Major's slight redness as he explained the Professor's location but said nothing.

Dorian Red Gloria was justly proud of his staff. He rose at his normal time, feeling no need to burden himself further with the plans for the gala. He had had an exhausting night, and if the truth were told, he did not really wish to face Thunderhead Eberbach until he was forced to; therefore, he breakfasted in his bedroom.

By 2.00, however, he felt that it was his duty as host to check to see that the Guest of Honour was well and had recovered from the Major's . . . rough treatment. It was soon after encouraging the young Professor to stay in bed and rest his voice (also translated as keep away from the Major) that Dorian did run into the German tank that masqueraded as Klaus von dem Eberbach.

"Lord Gloria, I wish to speak with you."

"Of course, Major. It is good to see you. I hope you slept . . ." Here Dorian stopped realizing that he was making a faux pas that was big enough to cover the entire estate.

"WHAT was that young man doing in my bedroom? Is he also a pervert?"

The blond sighed once again. Honestly Major, you do need to work on your diplomatic skills. Dorian laughed . . . beautifully, batting his eyes, hopefully to distract the Major. "I'm so sorry that happened, Major. Caesar . . . Professor Gabriel wasn't feeling too well; he came to what he thought was my bedroom, looking for some bicarbonate." Dorian stopped there, blinking rapidly, no longer capable of continuing this line of thought.

"Harrumph!" or something like that was the Major's masterly retort. His dark eyebrows bounced like a ball then he burst forth with the not totally unexpected, "Keep that pervert away from me."

Dorian stared steadily at the Major's departing posterior then went to his room to bathe. The guests would be arriving in a few hours, and he felt the need for a warm bath and a soothing massage before he faced his guests.

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The evening was drawing to a close. Caesar was the hit of the evening. Of course, it helped that he had, as his floor show, some of the finest art in the world. Dorian loved beauty and possessed the impeccable taste so necessary to be a true connoisseur. There was only one art masterpiece missing from his collection The presence of the painting, The Man In Purple would have made his collection even more dear to him, but since the living embodiment of the painting was here, Dorian was exuberant in the pleasure the paintings and Caesar had created.

The British Security Agents were well trained, providing that essential feeling of security without being obviously noticeable. Only two of the agents seemed to stand out at all: a slender, auburn haired man with a unique face and a tall dark haired agent with deep blue eyes could not help but be noticed. Most of the women and some of the men looked hungrily at the two "guests", but fortunately nothing untoward occurred.

Of the German security, there was no sign. Most were outside or on the perimeter of the house. Their leader was certainly visible but remote as an iceberg and certainly as cold.

The Earl of Gloria played his part of host to the hilt. He was enjoying the evening, especially after noticing how devoted a certain small blond in a pale blue gown was to the words of the young Professor.

Dorian was able to relax and be the perfect host for most of the evening. The arrival of Graf Frederich von Ausman added to the festivities. The man was still handsome. He was blessed with immense wealth, and good genes. He had wanted Dorian for many years, but the Earl had managed to stay out of his bed. They had conversed as friends which had made it easier to look upon "darling Frederich" as a welcome guest. The only one who seemed to be bored and unenthusiastic about the whole affair was another German guest who seemed to use his green eyes like a hawk's, keeping everyone and everything in his view.

The only small disturbance of the evening was the sudden scream from the Comtesse Sophie De Longueville. There were so many guests who, thanks to Dorian's excellent bubbly, were also screaming at various levels of volume that only nearest guests to the buxom lady seemed to notice. Fortunately that noted diplomat Klaus von dem Eberbach rushed to the scene where the lady was mumbling about someone stealing her 50 carat diamond necklace. Within seconds and with forthright bluntness, the Major asked the lady if she had checked her cleavage where upon the "theft" was immediately resolved.

Thanks to renewed imbibing of the really excellent champagne, the incident was quickly forgotten and by 2:00 am the exodus had begun. Several guests were planning to stay over since the distance to the estate was some distance. Thankfully, by 3:00 am most of the guests had left, or were housed in rooms well-distant from the host and his German guest. It had been universally acknowledged by one and all, however, that the blond Professor was certainly knowledgeable and that Dorian's collection reflected well upon his taste.

Agent G had very successfully kept most of the adoring guests away from the young Professor and Security had kept the valuables that all of the guests wore away from the hands of Eroica's staff, but none of this resulted in a feeling of well-being for the Major. Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach had trained himself to not show emotion when good or bad things occurred, but he would have been very upset with himself if he had looked into a mirror at that moment. For it was at that moment that he saw Graf Frederich entering the Earl of Gloria's bedroom.

End of Chapter 4