AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This book runs concurrently with Enticements & Obstructions by OhJasperMyJasper and picks up after chapter 13. Events depicted herein are tied into the lives of the central characters from my other book Culture Shock, that take place after chapter 24. If you have not read those, some of what you read here might leave you a bit lost.
Thank you so much to both Liz and Kate for the dusting and Brit-speak lessons. Big hugs to them and Maureen and Rebecca.
Anyone who has not read the incredible Equal & Opposite, or is not now reading the brilliance that is Errors & Omissions, or Enticements & Obstructions, all by OhJasperMyJasper, should go do so right now. Links to all are in my profile.
WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC/Non Magical
All characters from Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. I just take them out and play with them.
There are actual Arsenal football club players as characters in this book. Real People. Much as I would like to, I do not know them. I do not know anything about them. Their personalities and sexual orientations, as depicted herein, are entirely fictional.
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just play with them too.
Chapter 3: Contact
They sat to lunch in the Fish Market seafood restaurant in their hotel. It was located right on the wharf with an excellent view of the creek.
"I think we should have dinner on the dhow," Dré gestured out the window at the ship moored not a hundred feet down the quay.
"Oh, that would be all right," Rick endorsed.
"I don't see why not," Greg gave a yawn. "Damn. I don't know about you lot, but I could do with forty winks. I'm knackered."
"That does sound good," Dré ran a hand up over his lover's shoulder. Vince only smiled at the thinner man.
"To sleep, I mean, when I say winks," Greg clarified and shook his head at his blonde friend's smirk. "Now we know the lay of the land, we can take up our surveillance with both cars this afternoon."
"It's good that street is not a dead end. We should just keep making a circle. It would be less likely to draw attention than driving back and forth on the same street," Rick outlined.
"What are you, secretly with MI5?" Dré asked.
"I could tell you, Dré, mate, but then I'd have to kill you," Rick gave a devilish smile.
"Ave to come through me first," Vince put his arm around his partner.
"All right. Let's head up for a snooze," Greg signed the meal to his room. "And try to get a few minutes shut eye, you two."
Once in their room, Rick peeled his tank top off over his head and tossed it on a chair before he flopped down on his bed. Only then did he work his sandals off with his toes and let them fall to the floor. Greg stripped down to his underwear as he watched Rick put both hands behind his head. There was no denying that Rick was one of the sexiest men he had ever seen. The knowledge that he was completely immune to Rick's charms, when once he was totally under the man's spell, brought a smile to his face. Greg's love and desire were held entirely by a certain traffic stopping Gunner. He gave another yawn as he stretching out on his own bed.
"Why are you bothering with underpants?" Rick asked.
"I wouldn't do if Vik were here, but it's so bloody hot, my balls are sweating," Greg stated. "Free balling, I take it."
"Always," Rick untied his board shorts and ripped the velcro fly open. He ran his right hand down inside the shorts to take hold of himself. "Mind if I have a wank?"
"Save it 'till later?" Greg requested.
"I suppose I can hold off," Rick ran his hand up to his lightly hairy chest and left his fly open. "Say, why is there an arrow on the ceiling?"
"All hotels in the Middle East have them. It points toward Mecca," Greg informed.
"Ah, right," Rick nodded.
Next door Vince stripped to his tighty whiteys and laid down on his back. Dré climbed onto the bed, and his lover, in only his small bikini style underwear.
"Mmm," Vince put his arms around the slight man and pulled him close as Dré's head came to rest on his chest. Dré closed his eyes and breathed in the comforting scent of his man. He ran his hand down Vince's furry body to cup the meaty package of his briefs. Dré slowly moved his fingers to gently fondle his lover and smiled when he felt the heavy cock respond.
"If you wake him up, I will push your head down," Vince threatened.
"Promise?" Dré teased.
"Oh, count on it," Vince affirmed.
"Will you fuck my face?" Dré asked.
"I'll choke you with it," Vince stated.
"I love when you do that!" Dré enthused.
"I know you do," Vince ruffled the platinum hair. "Let's get a few winks now, Duck. We have all night to play. Maybe it'll even be cool enough to do it out on the balcony."
"Not bloody likely, but okay. I'll just hold him right now," Dré agreed.
"You do that," Vince sighed.
"But if you get hard while you're asleep, don't be surprised if you wake up down my throat," Dré asserted.
"Sounds good to me," Vince smiled. He rubbed his lover's thin bare back until they both fell asleep.
When Ashok brought Miss Rania home that day, a most unpleasant surprise was waiting for him. He pulled up to the front door of the main house and jumped out to open the rear car door for her. Ashok parked the Rapide properly in it's bay in the big garage next to where Mr. Kasim's Ferrari would be parked when he came home with it. He made his way to the stairs up to the servant's quarters above the garage. He would have to change out of his white shirt and into the long dark blue coat that matched Sanjiv's to be ready to serve the men when they came home. Ashok was startled to find the door to the room he shared with his dead partner wide open.
"What are you doing?" Ashok demanded in Hindi of the invaders in his room. Sanjiv stood between the two beds. The one that had been Pankaj's was now piled with his clothing and all his worldly possessions. Vijay stood barechested beside the bed and pulled a shirt on over his head.
"Those are Pankaj's things! What are you doing?" Ashok demanded again.
"Calm down, Ashok," Sanjiv admonished with a frown. "Why do you carry on like that?"
"These are Pankaj's things. Why is Vijay trying on Pankaj's clothes?" Ashok fought to retain his composure.
"Because Pankaj's clothes will fit Vijay. You can't wear them. Anyway, the master has ordered me to find a replacement for Pankaj, and I have. Kamlesh Shah will be here in a few days. Vijay will take what he wants and you will clean up this room and be ready for Kamlesh. It will only be a few more days that you will have to drive for the family. I will send you to the airport to pick him up when he gets here. Then all our lives can go back to normal," Sanjiv dictated and walked out of the room. Vijay said nothing as he scooped up a pile of clothes and walked out behind Sanjiv.
Ashok sat down on his bed and fought tears. This is what his partner had been reduced to. A pile of clothes on an unused bed to be disposed of. Another man would come into this room, into his dead lover's bed. Then their lives would be back to normal? His wouldn't. His life would not be the same ever again. Ashok noticed that there were clothes not just from the closet, but drawers as well. He flew to the dresser to check on the one possession most dear to him in this world, now that Pankaj was gone. In the top drawer, under his clothes, it was there, safe and undisturbed. Ashok held the picture and remembered that day in the desert last year.
Mr. Nasir had come home and brought friends from America. There were two white men and a third dark skinnned man with perfectly straight and very long jet black hair. The short dark man was an enigma. Neither he nor Pankaj could place his ethnic background. Ashok smiled as he remembered their night in the desert. The short man noticed that they had a camera with them and offered to take their picture. Then he proceeded to pose them with Pankaj sitting on the back lip of the open Mercedes G55, with his arms around Ashok who stood on the sand between his legs. It had been one of the happiest nights of Ashok's life. Pankaj made love to him in their tent that night and, while they could not be certain, they suspected the same was going on in the other tents as well. It was not unheard of for unmarried Arab men to sleep with each other, in fact it was almost common, when they weren't abroad indulging in prostitutes, but never did they prefer it over sex with a woman. Who then were these Americans? And why had the big one looked at Mr. Nasir the way he had? It had been the source of much speculation amongst the household staff last year. Ashok smiled to himself as he remembered how the big American had placed his beer close by Mr. Nasir's side and how Mr. Nasir had repeatedly snuck gulps of it. He and Pankaj thought that was very sweet and thoughtful and never said a word to anyone. Ashok's smile faded as he remembered more of that night. Something had been off between Mr. Nasir and his guests that night. He and Pankaj had not been sure if it was the security police joke or not.
Ashok sat back down on his bed and just held the picture that he was so very grateful to have. It was the only picture of him and Pankaj ever taken. He loved how clearly in love the two men in the picture looked and knew how much they really had been. He loved that Pankaj had his arms around him in the picture, the way they fell asleep every night.
It was just dumb luck that they had been in the right place at the right time. Greg drove the Mercedes while Rick held his camera. Vince drove the BMW while his partner held the camera in their car. Vince had slowed down like they were searching for an address as the Aston Martin Rapide pulled up to the al Qasimi gate. Dré had ample opportunity to snap over a dozen shots while the expensive car paused for the big gate to roll aside. Vince drove slowly past as the ivory Rapide pulled into the compound.
"Whose car is that, then?" Vince had asked.
"No idea," Dré answered while he snapped away.
Rick placed his laptop on the small table as they gathered that evening in the concierge lounge on the tenth floor of their hotel for cocktail hour.
"Ah, Mr. Goyle," Tisya called as she saw Greg walk into the lounge to join his friends. She produced a small cell phone and charger with a post-it note stuck to it from a desk drawer. "Here you are, sir. Phone with a local number, and I took the liberty of having it loaded with one hundred twenty minutes. That's the number just there," she smiled.
"This is perfect. Thank you so much," Greg dug into his pocket to tip her again. He sat down with Rick and Dré as Rick inserted the card from Dré's camera into the laptop.
"Let's just see what we have here," Rick clicked open the file. Vince returned to the table with four bottles of beer.
"Oh, thanks, Vince. Cheers," Greg lifted his bottle and took a swig.
"Fancy some hummus or something?" Vince asked. He did not wait for an answer and headed for the hors d'oeuvre buffet.
"Looks like you got some good shots, Dré," Rick stated as they came up on the screen.
"I do know how to use a camera, Diggory," Dré was dry.
"Is that car on the list?" Greg leaned to see the screen.
"That's an Aston Martin," Rick stated.
"And no, it's not," Dré answered the question.
"A visitor?" Greg mused.
"Dunno," Rick clicked through the pictures. "Oh, you got a good one of the driver," he raised his eyebrows. "And that is a very cute Indian boy."
"Yes, he is rather cute. Wonder if that's him? Well," Greg pulled out his phone. "Emmett did say to call anytime. I hope they're up."
On the West Coast of the United States, one of them was. Emmett was in the shower while his partner was still sound asleep in bed. Nasir lay on his stomach spread eagle in the center of the bed and covered to his waist by the sheet. The ringing of Emmett's phone woke him. It took a moment and a couple of rings for the significance of Emmett's cell ringing at this hour to penetrate his sleepy brain. When it did, Nasir rose up with a gasp. He scrambled across the bed and reached for the phone only to knock it off the bedside table and send it clattering across the floor.
"Allah!" Nasir slid on his belly right out of the bed after the still ringing cell. "Hello!" he all but shouted into it when he finally answered and brought it to his face.
"Nasir, that you?" Greg asked.
"Greg! I thought it might be you. What is going on there? Did you see him?" Nasir fired his questions.
"Not entirely sure, mate," Greg cocked his chin at Rick. "Email those off to Emmett and Nasir. Rick is sending along some pictures we took today. I hope we didn't get you up, Nasir."
"I am not in bed," Nasir told the misleading truth. Emmett walked out of the bathroom naked and toweling his hair. He gave a chuckle when he saw his lover sitting on the floor on the far side of the bed and just peeking over it on the phone.
"What are you doing over there on the floor?" Emmett asked. "Is that Greg?"
"It is," Nasir confirmed as he got up. "They might have seen Ashok. They are emailing some pictures."
"Oh, good. See if it's him," Emmett bid as his partner all but ran out of the bedroom toward the office. Nasir flew to his desk and punched the power button on his computer.
"Let me know when you have them so we can see the same thing at the same time," Greg bid.
"My computer is booting up," Nasir tapped his thumb impatiently on his desk. It did not take thirty seconds, but it seemed at that moment like years. As quickly as he could Nasir clicked open his email. It seemed another eternity in the few seconds it took the pictures to load. "I have them! What car is that? I do not know that car. Who is this?"
"We were rather hoping you could tell us," Greg stated. "The sixth or seventh picture is a good one of the driver. He fits your description of Ashok."
"Yes! Greg, that is him! That is Ashok!" Nasir rose right up out of his chair in his excitement. "But what is that car?" he sat back down. "Is there a passenger in the back seat?"
"That's definitely our boy. Do we have a shot of whoever was in the back?" Greg asked.
"Of course," Dré leaned forward. "That one," he pointed at the screen.
"Tenth one," Rick clicked it open.
"Look at the tenth one, Nasir," Greg relayed. Nasir clicked open the picture and recognized the woman immediately.
"That is Rania! That is my brother's wife," Nasir informed. "Kasim must have bought another car for her. Of course he did. I should have expected that."
"Okay, we know for sure who we are looking for and another car to put on the list. We'll keep an eye and try to make contact someplace," Greg summed up.
"Greg, it will be easiest to make contact after he has dropped Rania wherever she might be going. You should have ample time once that happens. Do you have my letter?" Nasir asked.
"Nasir, we've done one better," Greg handed Rick the slip of paper with the local cell number on it. "Email this off to Nasir too. Nasir, we've obtained a cell phone with a local number. Once we make contact we'll slip him the phone and you can call him. Rick is emailing the number now. We'll call you when we do so you can call him straight away."
"Greg, you are brilliant. This is Emmett's number that you called, though. Do you have my cell number?" Nasir asked.
"Oh, no. I don't, now you mention it," Greg admitted.
"I have the second email. I will reply with my number," Nasir clicked and typed. "Greg, you are so close!"
"I know, mate," Greg agreed.
"I am going to call the local phone to make sure I have it right," Nasir picked up his own cell and dialed.
"Good idea, mate," Greg held the other cell in the palm of his hand and waited a moment. Then it lit up and rang, displaying a phone number from the United States. Greg answered it and spoke into both phones, "That's got it." He hung up the local phone and slipped it into his pocket. "Nasir, hopefully the next time we speak, it will be to tell you to call Ashok."
"Inshallah that is very soon," Nasir agreed.
"Cheers, Nasir. Big hug to Emmett, right?" Greg bid.
"I will, Greg. To all of you as well," Nasir said and they both hung up. Emmett walked into the office at that moment. He had shaved and had his towel wrapped around his waist.
"What's the news? Is it Ashok?" Emmett asked.
"It is, Habibi, look," Nasir clicked open the pictures again.
"Yeah, that's Ashok all right. Well, they found him. You think they'll be able to make contact without anyone knowing?" Emmett asked further.
"I am sure of it. They only need to follow him. He is driving Rania here," Nasir pointed.
"That's Kasim's wife, right?" Emmett queried.
"She is," Nasir confirmed.
"They are such good friends to do this," Emmett stated.
"How can we ever repay them?" Nasir wondered aloud. He thought for a moment and let his eyes wander over his lover's expansive chest. "Greg said to give you a hug for him, but I don't think a hug is exactly what I want to give you right now."
"Oh, no?" Emmett smiled.
"You come in here all sexy in that towel. I have very naughty thoughts," Nasir ran his finger along the top of the towel over Emmett's hip.
"And you're naked, so where do you think my thoughts are going?" Emmett asked.
"I hope, the same place mine are," Nasir gave a sly smile.
"I have to get ready for work, Nasi," Emmett moaned and turned to walk away.
"I think perhaps, I should rub something on your face to make sure it is smooth," Nasir rose to follow. "Like my cock for instance."
"Oh, yeah?" Emmett turned back around.
"Yeah," Nasir took hold of his growing prick. "I made breakfast this morning."
"Then sit back down, Babe," Emmett pushed Nasir back into his desk chair. He pulled off his towel and dropped it on the floor. Then he knelt between Nasir's legs and ran his hands up the darkly hairy thighs.
Dinner aboard the Al Mansour, a large wooden traditional dhow, was a festive event. Boarding began at eight, which Tisya reminded them of at seven fifty, and the dhow sailed at eight thirty. They had a table on the top deck in the open air which, as the sun set, turned out to be quite pleasant. Seating here meant that they had to go down to the lower deck to get to the food, but the view as the ship sailed the river and out into the Gulf was unparalleled. There were two buffets, Arabic and international. Both, as it turned out, had hit or miss dishes, but they all agreed that the lamb and chicken kebabs were the best they had ever eaten. The waiters all wore traditional Moroccan dress complete with red fez, and brought drinks from the full bar.
After dinner they relaxed over cocktails and watched the city as their ship sailed back toward the creek and their hotel.
"Who could have ever thought it would be so pleasant here at night?" Dré observed.
"It's very nice now the sun's gone down," Rick agreed.
"I can't believe how much it's cooled off," Greg added.
"Hey, there's a shisha lounge in the back. Who wants to go smoke a hookah with me?" Rick asked.
"Jesus, Diggory, no wonder you're alone," Dré commented. The good natured smile of a man having a good time faded from Rick's face. He said nothing as he rose from the table and walked away.
"That was a bit below the belt, Dré," Greg rose to follow their tall friend.
"It's the truth!" Dré called after Greg.
"Even so, Duck," Vince took his lover's hand.
"Well, he chooses to be this way," Dré defended. Vince said nothing more. He didn't need to.
Rick went and smoked a hookah by himself. Or rather Greg sat with him while he did so. They met an American couple and Rick shared the ornate multi stemmed water pipe with them. It was clear they were having a very good time and feeling no pain. Their laughter was infectious and served to lift Rick's spirits somewhat. Once the ship docked at the quay at their hotel they headed for Marbles, the lobby bar. Rick headed to the bar and Vince went with him while Greg and Dré found a table.
"Rick," Vince put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "We all love you and want you to be happy. Dré has a hard time expressing that sometimes," he squeezed Rick's shoulder.
"Forget it, Vince, mate," Rick patted his friend on the back. It was not the first time Vince had apologized for his partner and would no doubt not be the last.
After only one round they all agreed, while it was not yet late, they were all ready to turn in. An hour's nap earlier in the day and only a couple hours the night before on the plane left them all in need of more. Once secure in their room Greg and Rick stripped naked, brushed their teeth, and climbed into their respective beds.
"I suppose you could have that wank now," Greg settled into his bed on his back and brought the sheet to his chest.
"Don't feel like it now," Rick also lay on his back and pulled his sheet only to his waist. He put his arms up over his head, deep in thought. "Dré's tongue is sharp as ever."
"He didn't mean it the way it came out. You know how he is," Greg offered.
"Thing is, he's right though," Rick admitted. "I am pretty pathetic, if you think about it. Really, I'm envious as all hell. I so want what you have with Viktor, Greg. What Dré and Vince have."
"You can have, mate. Just not with H," Greg could not have been more sorry and sounded it.
"I want that with him," Rick choked up. "I love him."
"I know you do. And you very much deserve to be happy. But, Rick, H will never give you what you need. He just won't. It makes me very sad to say it, and even sadder to see it, and I am very, very sorry," Greg spoke what they both knew was the truth.
In the next room, talking was the furthest thing from their minds. Only one lamp was on in the room and clothes were strewn about the floor having fallen where they were shed. It was fairly dark out on the private balcony that overlooked the creek. Dré sat on a towel on top of the table out on this balcony and leaned back on his elbows. Vince leaned over the table between his naked lover's wide spread legs. The platinum blonde's cock, like the rest of his body, was long and thin. Fully erect, the head of the pale snake fully shed it's hood. Vince held his lover's testicles in the palm of his hand while he teased the tall, quivering bone with his tongue.
"Ugh, Vin," Dré let his head fall back as his lover's tongue licked at his frenulum. Vince ran his free hand up the slender, nearly hairless body and took hold of Dré's right nipple. Dré liked when his lover sucked his cock and pinched his nipples. If only his lover would suck his cock. Sometimes the stronger man liked to torture him.
"Oh, God, suck!" Dré put a hand to the back of his lover's head to push him down, but Vince resisted.
"No," Vince watched his lover's face as he held the the thin man's nuts and licked away at the most sensitive place on the trembling cock.
"Ugh," Dré entwined his fingers into his lover's short dark hair as best he could and pulled. But it was to no avail. "You're killing me," Dré dropped down flat on his back on the table. Vince enjoyed his control over his slight partner's body. Vince was happy to follow his partner's lead in most aspects of their lives. He was an easy going guy and was happy to do so, but when they got naked, he was in charge. And Dré would have it no other way. He loved that his man mastered him in the bedroom. Vince closed his lips over the head of his lover's snake only to slip them back off.
"Hoh," Dré felt his lover's tongue return to his frenulum again. "God, Vin," Dré whimpered as the warm wet mouth slipped over his leaking head again. After which, inevitably, the sensual tongue continued to torture him. Vince left the trembling cock alone and moved up to latch his mouth onto Dré's left nipple.
"Aah!" Dré cried out as his lover pinched his right nipple harder and teeth clamped down on the left one. Vince circled is tongue around the thin man's left nipple, gave a gentle lick across it, and ran his tongue across the slender chest to do the same to his right. He then moved back down Dré's body and took hold of the hairless balls again as he did so. Vince closed his mouth over the serpent's wet head and ran his tongue through the weeping eye.
"Oh, please suck me!" Dré begged as Vince's lips slipped off his head and the sensual tongue took up it's caress of his frenulum yet again. "Ugh, huh," Dré moaned in frustration. He grabbed hold of his lover's head with both hands and tried with all his strength to shove Vince's head down. When that did not work he tried to hold Vince's head and thrust his hips upward the next time Vince slipped his lips over his head. Not more than an inch of dick jabbed up into Vince's mouth before the stronger man grabbed hold of both his lover's trim hips and held him down.
"Oh my God, Peach! Are you wanting me to come like this?" Dré nearly whined as the unrelenting tongue continued to torture him.
"No," Vince pulled his tongue back for the second it took to give his single syllable answer.
"Ugh," Dré wrapped both his arms up over his face. "Because I will, you know. You know how good this feels," he protested. Dré was powerless against the stronger man and the tongue that remained in constant, maddening contact and motion against his frenulum. "Peach, please! I'm so close!"
And Vince knew it. He knew this thin man's body better than anyone. He could tell by how the entire pale body trembled and how profusely Dré had begun to leak precum just how close to orgasm he had driven his lover. Vince did not have to look at or feel them to know the smooth stones were pulled up tight to the base of the tall, thin scepter. Indeed if he took hold of his lover's nuts now, it might just push him over the edge. And that was the last thing Vince wanted to do. Vince gave his squirming lover a momentary respite as he stood up and reached for Dré. He took hold of the thin man by the back of his neck and lifted him up into a sitting position.
"You'll come, when I'm ready," Vince dictated and attacked Dré's mouth with his own. The blonde closed his eyes and whimpered into his lover's mouth as Vince's tongue invaded his. It thrilled Vince when he could make his partner weak in his arms with his kiss. It turned Dré on powerfully when his man was aggressive with him like this. He welcomed the strong tongue by meeting and caressing it with his own. Just as quickly as Vince began his assault on his lover's mouth, he ended it and gently laid Dré back down on the table. He lifted Dré's legs and slid him to the edge of the table. Vince then knelt down. He held Dré's legs up and spread his smooth, pale cheeks at the same time. Dré had hair under his arms and what little naturally grew on his legs. Otherwise his pubes were kept to a small, short strip above his penis and that was it. Dré was otherwise shaved clean between his legs and ass, just the way Vince liked it. It was too dark out on the balcony in the warm Arabian night for Vince to enjoy the sight of his lover's waiting, puckered hole, but he did not mind. He knew what his beautiful thin partner looked like. Vince leaned in and gave a broad lick through Dré's hairless crack.
"Ugh," Dré moaned as his man's tongue washed over his hole. "Are you going to fuck me?"
"You'll soon see," Vince lapped at his lover's asshole. "Such a sweet little arse. How could I resist?"
"Ugh," Dré held his own legs with hands hooked behind his knees as the unrelenting tongue now focused on his most private place. Of course, there was no place private from Vince. Dré belonged to his partner body and soul. There was nothing that Vince took from him that was not freely given. And while Vince took over in the bedroom, he would never force or even ask his lover to do anything he did not wish to do. Vince's own cock, while ignored, throbbed almost painfully between his legs. He was so turned on by his skinny partner that his own precum ran all the way down his shaft to his balls. Vince could feel that Dré's hole had become relaxed and buried his face between the small cheeks to shove his tongue up his lover's ass as far as he could.
"Huh!" Dré felt himself be impaled by the stronger man's tongue. "Yes, please," he all but whimpered and squeezed his eyes closed as the powerful tongue began to fuck him. "Jesus!"
Vince pushed the skinny man's legs up even higher to give himself the greatest possible access to his goal. He covered Dré's smooth hole with his mouth while he probed as deeply inside his lover with his tongue as possible. Dré threw his head back and gave a low almost continuous moan as his lover tongue fucked him. Vince at last pulled his tongue out of Dré's body and gave the small right cheek a little nip. He lifted up enough to run his tongue over his lover's tight sac and up his twitching cock to the leaking tip.
"Hoh!" Dré did not expect so much sudden, albeit momentary, stimulation to his dick. He watched Vince reach for a towel that he had placed on a chair earlier, only to see him extract a small bottle from beneath it. "What's that?"
"Baby oil," Vince answered with a smile. "The better to fuck you with, my sexy duck."
"I like that gun oil one we have at home better," Dré told Vince what he already knew.
"Fancy explaining that to Dubai customs," Vince chuckled.
"Oh!" Dré laughed as well. "Really, Sir, we're only terrorists, not poofs!"
"Right," Vince poured oil onto his hand and applied his oily fingers to Dré's already spit slick asscrack. He set the bottle on the table and bent down to run his tongue up his lover's quivering cock along his sensitive cum tube again.
"Oh, no, Vin, don't do that," Dré urged. He put his hands on his lover's thick shoulders as he felt a finger slip inside him. "Umm," he closed his eyes as the finger sank as far as it could and touched his prostate. Vince looked up at his lover's face with a smile as he moved his index finger in and out of the relaxed hole. He gave the thin stalk another broad swipe with his tongue as he added a second finger inside Dré. He then concentrated his efforts on Dré's frenulum again while he rubbed the hard nub of his lover's prostate.
"Vin! No, no!" Dré pushed at Vince's head. "It's too much. You have me too keyed up. I'll come!"
Vince knew Dré spoke the truth. He reluctantly left his lover's beautiful penis alone, but only after he ran his tongue down to Dré's balls. Vince contented himself by lapping at the swollen eggs while he moved his fingers inside his lover's body. Dré moaned and squirmed on the table and Vince knew his man was ready. He picked up the oil again and poured a little onto his rock hard mast. The oil mixed with his own precum as he stroked himself and twisted his hand around his prick. Vince was very ready to be inside his partner's thin body as he lined himself up. First he brushed the head of his cock up and down over Dré's relaxed hole to tease them both.
"You ready for me to split your arse with this cock, boy?" Vince demanded.
"Yes, Vin. Give it to me," Dré begged.
"You'll get it alright," Vince pressed himself into Dré's hole gently until his head slipped inside the ring of muscle. They gave a gasp in unison. Vince was very nearly his lover's length, but twice as thick. And Dré loved every luscious inch of it inside him anywhere his man cared to put it.
"More! Get inside me!" Dré pleaded. With that, Vince pulled himself out of Dré and caused the blonde to whimper.
"Who's in charge, Duck?" Vince asked with his head again just up against his lover's hole.
"You are, Vin. Please stick your wonderful cock in me and fuck me," Dré requested.
"That's a good duck," Vince pressed himself forward again and this time when his head slipped inside the slim man's body, he didn't stop. He pushed several inches inside, pulled back some, and slid in further.
"Ugh," Dré threw his head back as he was penetrated.
"Shit," Vince cursed as the most of his length was slowly encased within his partner's body. "Christ, you feel so good," he ran his hand up and down Dré's thin legs. He brought Dré's right calf up to his face and kissed and licked at the sparse hair. Dré gave an animalistic grunt as his man was fully seated within him.
"Vince, God! Fuck me!" Dré cried. And this time Vince could not refuse. He pulled back a little more than half way and sank back in with a loud moan of his own. There was little doubt, that while anyone in nearby rooms could not see them, they could certainly hear them. And both men were beyond caring.
"Rrah!" Vince took hold of Dré's trim hips and shoved himself balls deep inside his lover.
"Ugh! God!" Dré threw his arms out to his sides and rolled his head back and forth. He loved being impaled on his partner's cock. Vince pulled out a little more than half way again and began to thrust. This only caused the skewered man to moan the louder. Dré closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open as his lover pumped his dick into him. Vince bend his knees slightly to make sure he was at the right angle to brush Dré's prostate with each thrust.
"Huh-ugh," Dré's own joint drooled clear syrup into his belly button until it over flowed. "Oh, Vin."
"I love being inside you, Dré. You feel so fucking good," Vince increased the pace of his thrusts into the much thinner man. He pulled Dré's left calf to his face and this time he bit, but not hard enough to hurt his lover. Dré opened his eyes so he could see his lover's teeth clamped down on his leg, even as he felt it. He loved it when his lover did that. The sight of the strong, manly man fucking his ass with powerful thrusts coupled with how that felt, and now Vince's teeth on his skin, had Dré ready to blow. And he was not ready.
"Vin, you're gonna make me come!" Dré cried out desperately.
"Yeah, come for me, sexy boy," Vince encouraged and gave a lap up Dré's leg.
"I don't want to come like this. Please," Dré pleaded, powerless against the ram that pounded into his ass and drove him inexorably toward orgasm. "You know how I like it best. Please, Vin. Please!"
Vince could not possibly refuse the man he loved. He halted his thrusting and just held himself buiried to the hilt inside his lover. He took hold of Dré by the back of his neck and lifted him into a sitting position. Dré instinctively wrapped his legs around Vince's waist and his arms around the stronger man's neck.
"Grab the baby oil," Vince instructed. Dré snatched it up and rewapped his arm around his lover's neck. Vince gripped his slight partner's little buns and lifted him easily off the table, still fully impaled on his cock. Dré closed his eyes and dropped his head back as Vince effortlessly carried him into the room.
"God, I love it when you carry me on your cock like this," Dré confessed.
"I do too, little duck," Vince leaned forward to kiss the thin man's exposed throat. The movement stimulated them both as he walked. Vince sat down on the bed and relinquished all control as he laid back and stretched out beneath his lover who was fully impaled on his spike. Dré leaned forward with both hands on Vince's meaty chest as he began to ride his man. Vince closed his eyes and relaxed a moment while his lover's tight ass moved up and down his straining post. Dré shifted his hips to maximize the pressure on his prostate from the hard mast that moved within him.
"Ugh," Dré closed his eyes as he increased his pace on his lover's pole.
"Huh," Vince agreed. He opened his eyes and ran his hands up his thin lover's clearly visible ribs. "You make me feel so good inside you," Vince reached for the baby oil and snapped it open. He poured oil into his hand and applied it liberally to Dré's trembling cock.
"Oh-ho, my God," Dré closed his eyes again as Vince just held his hand in place. The movement Dré himself made, as he moved up and down his lover's bone, drove his own dick through Vince's slick and nimble fingers. The stimulation to both cocks was thus perfectly synchronized. Vince took great care to keep his thumb in place on weeping serpent's frenulum.
"Hoh," Dré whimpered as he dropped his head forward and squeezed his eyes shut. He did not slow down or change his pace as he rode his lover's thick cock.
Vince looked up at his thin lover with unbridled lust in his eyes. As far as Vincent Crabbe was concerned, he was the luckiest man in the world. Draco Malfoy only grew hotter with each passing year. In many ways he still had the body of a teenager, but with an adult's keen mind. Dré was the smartest man Vince knew. And Dré desired and loved him. There was nothing Vince would not do for Dré. He loved Dré with all his being and his passion for the very thin man knew no bounds. The sight and sensation of the skinny man above him, impaled on his throbbing cock, with his face screwed up as he was driven rapidly toward orgasm again, from the fingers on his cock and the cock in his ass, had Vince very ready to bust his nut too. He knew Dré did not want to come quite like this, and Vince didn't want him to either. Vince relinquished his hold on the sweet joint and took hold of the almost bony hips. He began to buck up into his slight rider with force.
"Hah," Dré was not prepared for this sudden onslaught and gripped his lover's hairy pecs tighter as the rod drove up into him.
Vince sat up and wrapped his arms around his thin lover. Dré and Vince both contributed to bouncing the skinny, tight ass up and down on the stronger man's pole.
"Hoh, God, yes," Dré cried as his own prick was trapped between their bodies. The baby oil slicked the hair on Vince's stomach and sternum, and again Dré's stimulation outmatched his lover's. Vince closed his eyes and pressed his face to Dré's exposed throat. Vince ran his tongue up over his lover's prominent Adam's apple and then closed his mouth around it.
"Ugh!" Dré felt his lover's teeth clamp down on his throat. He felt Vince's strong arms tighten around his back to drive him up and down on his lover's hard spike faster. This only served to slide his profusely leaking joint where it was trapped between their bodies faster. The feel of the lithe body in his arms, in his mouth and on his cock, coupled with the dick he so loved sliding between them, drove Vince quickly toward orgasm. The closer Vince drew to the brink the harder his bone rubbed Dré's prostate. This combined with the slipping of his wand relentlessly against his hot lover's hairy body, and his lover's teeth in his throat, had Dré on the very edge.
"Ugh-huh," Dré shook in his lover's arms. "I'm gonna come!"
"Come, Dré. Come for me," Vince spoke with his lips pressed to his lover's throat. "Let it go."
"Ungh!" Dré cried out as his cock erupted between them.
"Hmm!" Vince closed his mouth around Dré's Adam's apple again, but this time to suck on it, as wave after wave of warm jizz added even more lubrication between them and coated his fur.
"Hah!" Dré's seed continued to spill between them and coat their bodies. Once the scent of his lover's emission reached his nose, Vince, who fucked Dré through his orgasm, knew he had reached the edge himself.
"Oh, God. I'm gonna come too!" Vince spoke again against Dré's throat.
"Come in my mouth! I want it!" Dré pleaded, even as his juice continued to ooze between them. Before Dré even knew what was happening, Vince whipped his light lover around, off of his straining post, and onto the bed. Dré landed on his back and Vince scrambled up to his face. Vince held Dré's head in place with his hand on the back of the now prone man's neck and shoved his throbbing cock into the only too willing mouth. Vince buried his bone balls deep down his lover's throat.
"Ugh," Vince felt the throat, mouth and lips clutch to him. "You want my cum?" he talked dirty while he pulled back to fuck his lover's face while he held him in place. Dré did not in any way attempt to resist or move. He was right where and how he wanted to be. He sucked and moved his tongue on the thrusting organ and immediately tasted Vince's freely leaking precum.
"Oh, God, Duck. Oh, God! Here it is!" Vince paused in the moment he crashed over the edge and blew out deep in his lover's mouth. Dré had very much the scent of his own cum in his nostrils as he felt the big dick pulse in his mouth and release a torrent of semen.
"Hoh, yeah," Vince pulled back slightly and, much more slowly, took up fucking his lover's face again. Dré wrapped his arms around his lover's ass as the stronger man unloaded in his mouth. He thrilled each time Vince shoved his gushing weapon into his throat. Dré swallowed the copious load as best he could even as the still spurting prod plugged his throat and jizz overflowed the corners of his mouth. Vince at last was still and just panted above Dré. He finally released his grip on the back of Dré's neck and ran his fingers through the platinum blonde hair. Dré made no attempt to move, even now that he was no longer restrained. There was no place he would rather be. He suckled on the still oozing cock and caressed it gently with his tongue in his cummy mouth. Dré looked up at Vince and ran a hand up to massage one meaty pec. Vince smiled down on his hot, thin lover. Dré was unable to smile back with his mouth full of still hard cock, but his eyes conveyed his feelings to his partner. Vince pulled his dick slowly out of Dré's mouth, only to rub it on the smooth face in an attempt to pick up as much of his spilled milk as possible. Then he stuck his yet hard bone back down his lover's throat. Vince moaned and Dré would have, were his lover's hard penis not in his throat. Vince pulled back enough for Dré to be able to breathe comfortably through his nose while he used his finger to direct the thick, but liquefying, load on his stomach, down his body. Some was caught up in his trimmed pubes, but much made it all the way down onto his dick. Vince carefully and methodically moved as much of Dré's spunk down his body and onto his cock, the half of which was still in Dré's mouth.
"Like a little more?" Vince asked with a grin. He pulled back until just the head of his still hard dick rested between Dré's lips, and coaxed the jizz and oil mixture down his shaft. "Open wide," Vince bid. Dré did so eagerly.
"There's a good duck," Vince sank his bone down his lover's throat yet again. Dré conformed his mouth to the stiff pole and moved his tongue along it's cummy surface as their juices mingled in his mouth. Vince slowly withdrew himself from his lover's mouth again and bent over to take Dré's still hard, cum and oil dripping cock in his mouth.
"Hoh," Dré closed his eyes as his lover sucked him gently, for the first time that night. Vince slipped his mouth off the long, thin bone and licked his lips. He loved the taste of Dré's cum. If he had not been so hot for the sweet little ass, he would have tortured Dré's cock slowly and gently for as long as he could, only swallowing him down when he exploded. Vince made a mental note to do just exactly that next time. He moved to lay down on his stomach on the bed sideways from the way Dré lay. He rested on his elbows and took hold of the slight man with one hand on his forehead and the other around his neck. Dré happily opened his mouth to Vince and welcomed his lover's tongue into his mouth. He ran his fingers through Vince's very close cropped dark hair as the man probed his mouth and shared their combined essence. Vince at last broke their kiss and let go his firm grip on the trim man's head and neck. He raised his head and just gazed into his lover's ice blue eyes.
"You are the most fuck-tastic lover," Dré praised. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"A certain especially sexy boy might have mentioned it a time or two," Vince smiled. "And his is the only opinion I care about."
"Anyone I know?" Dré teased with a toothy grin.
"And he's a cheeky sod too," Vince smiled back.
"You rock my world, Vincent Crabbe," Dré grew serious and looked up into his lover's chocolate brown eyes with undisguised adoration.
"A man as sexy as this?" Vince ran his hand across Dré's smooth chest and down his thin body to take hold of his, only now softening cock and balls. "How could I do otherwise?" he smiled down on his lover and lowered his face to kiss him gently and lovingly on his lips. "I love you, Draco Malfoy. You're my sweet little sexy duck."
"I love you, my big strong furry peach," Dré put a hand to his lover's face. Vince kissed Dré again and then rose from the bed.
"Let me get you cleaned up," Vince headed for the bathroom.
Dré lifted his head. "I think we might have ruined the duvet," he ran his hand across where Vince's oily stomach had left a stain.
"I'm sure it won't be the first time or the last," Vince called back. Dré relaxed and was almost fully soft when Vince returned with a soapy cloth to clean his lover's cock and abdomen and a second to rinse him. He then did the same to himself before tossing the two wash cloths back in the bathroom.
"That was well worth the wait," Dré endorsed as he pulled the bed back and slipped between the sheets.
"I'll say it was," Vince agreed as he climbed in beside Dré and pulled his lover to him.
"When you said on the plane that you were ready to fuck my face and my arse at the same time, I didn't think I would actually get both. I like it when you do that," Dré finished with a sigh.
"I do too," Vince held the slight body to him and kissed the thin shoulder. As they were the same height, it was easy for them to intertwine their legs together while they pulled the light blanket up to their waist. Vince loved Dré's spindly limbs tangled with his and Dré was equally contented with his strong and hairy man's body wrapped around him. In no time at all both men drifted into a deep sated sleep.
Women in the Emirates did not need an escort or driver if they went out in groups. And two, especially of different generations, did qualify. Zahara al Qasimi, however, saw no reason to drive herself when she had ample staff on hand to do that for her. The fact that she was not going out alone and did not need a driver was irrelevant to her. She simply wanted one. This was why the perpetually grumpy Sanjiv was in a particularly foul mood today. Rania was going with her mother-in-law this morning, so Sanjiv had no choice but to assign Ashok to drive for them. And now he would have to prepare the afternoon coffee service himself.
"Go and get changed. Miss Zahara wants the Rolls ready in five minutes," Sanjiv barked. "And stop moping around here," he added with a slap to the back of Ashok's head. When Ashok was not wearing the expected, respectful smile for the al Qasimi family, he didn't smile at all anymore.
"I will send you back to India," Sanjiv barked on. "Do you know how many people in India would kill to have your job? Anyone could do it. I replaced Pankaj easily enough. I can replace you. I will send you back to your family. Do you think they want you back?"
"No!" Ashok's eyes were wide with terror. "Sanjiv, please!"
"Go!" the majordomo barked with a dismissive gesture. Ashok rushed out of the house and up to the servant's quarters above the big garage to change from his long tunic into a simple white dress shirt, shaking the whole way. He had tried very hard to mourn the only person he ever loved, and the only person who ever loved him, privately and not let it affect his work in any way. An endeavor at which he had evidently failed, considering Sanjiv's ever growing anger. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to go home to India. Ashok's family most assuredly did not want him. He had only been a burden to them and they never missed an opportunity to inform him of that fact. Ashok could remember many days as a boy when he had nothing to eat. His family would certainly not take him back and, in any event, while he left them a child, he was now a man. A man with no money to speak of or the ability to sustain himself in India. He had been so happy here in the al Qasimi household, so happy with Pankaj. It had been a dream come true. Now it was a nightmare. But no matter how bad it got here, going back to India would be worse.
Ashok was still buttoning his white dress shirt as he ran down into the garage, snatched up the keys, and jumped into the white Silver Seraph. Ashok drove it up to the front door of the house and got out to wait for the ladies, tucking his shirt in as he did so. There was but a second to spare before Zahara and Rania emerged from their home. Neither woman wore an abaya or hijab, but were progressive in long sleeved blouses and skirts to mid calf. They both wrapped head scarves about themselves as Ashok opened the rear door for them.
"We are going to Talise at Madinat Jumeirah, Ashok," Zahara informed as she slid into the backseat first.
"Yes, Missus," Ashok smiled. He dashed around the car to take the wheel and they were off.
This was a much shorter drive than to Bab al Shams in the desert yesterday. It took less than half an hour to reach the Madinat. It was not the first time Zahara had taken a spa day for herself and today she took her daughter-in-law for the same. Ashok knew that they would have multiple treatments and lunch at one of the restaurants here, and take hours doing it.
It was easy to follow someone when you had two cars and could switch off. Not that Ashok would have noticed anyway. The four Brits wore tee shirts, tank top and shorts in the oppressive heat again. Vince and Dré where behind the Rolls when it turned into the sprawling hotel complex. Vince turned in as his partner dialed Rick's cell again.
"Yeah?" Rick answered in the passenger seat of the Mercedes close to a mile behind.
"Rick, we turned left on Al Sufouh road and we've just turned into a hotel. Look for the Madinat Jumeirah. It's going to be just down a bit, after your turn, on the right," Dré informed.
"Turn left. They went into the Madinat Jumeirah. It'll be on the right," Rick relayed. Dré stayed on the phone with Rick while Vince followed the bigger car down the palm lined drive.
"Once you're in, go about half way down and turn left," Dré continued. "Look for the sign for the spa."
"Here we are," Greg said as he slowed down to turn into the Madinat.
"Look for the spa," Rick instructed. Half way down the tree lined drive they found the spa sign as expected and Greg smoothly turned left.
"There they are," Rick gestured and hung up his cell. Down the smaller drive the BMW was stopped along the side. Greg slowly drove past Vince and Dré as their quarry got back behind the wheel of the Rolls and drove it away from the spa entrance. Greg followed and Vince took up after the Mercedes.
Ashok drove to the relatively small parking lot for the spa and looked for a shady spot. He parked, but left the engine running. Ashok paid no attention to the other cars that parked a short distance behind him. He leaned his head back on the headrest and gave a sigh. He was so very grateful that the Sheikh had taken the G55 today. Otherwise he could easily have ended up driving that right now and it was just too painful to drive that vehicle. The one time Ahok did have to drive the Mercedes SUV, it felt like he had a knife in his chest the entire time, knowing that the steering wheel he held was the last thing Pankaj ever touched in this life. Before he was thrown face first into the sand and murdered, that is. Ashok caressed the steering wheel of the Seraph. Pankaj had touched this too. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and extracted the folded picture that Mr. Nasir's little American friend had taken. It was the only safe place to keep it. Ashok ran his fingers over Pankaj's image and took a deep, ragged breath. He was ever so tired of crying.
It was the shadow that caught his eye and made him look up. A white man in a yellow tee shirt and some kind of sports cap walked around the front of the Rolls and then right up to his window. The man was talking on a cell phone and leaned down slightly to wave at him through the window. Ashok could only imagine this tourist wanted directions for something or someplace. It would not be the first time someone approached him. It used to happen to Pankaj all the time. Ashok touched the button to lower the window.
"Hullo there," Greg greeted with a smile.
"Hello," Ashok returned in heavilly accented English. "You need something?"
"I just wanted to tell you that this phone is for you," Greg handed over the cell.
"What?" Ashok took the phone without thinking. It was an automatic response to someone handing over something.
"It's for you," Greg gestured. Ashok just stared at the phone in his hand.
"Go on. It's a friend," Greg assured. Ashok looked up at the British stranger and slowly raised the cell to his ear.