The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Fifty-Six
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
'WEDDING BELLS FOR THE DIVA?'
Dave stared down at the newspaper he had been scanning with his continental breakfast of coffee, juice, croissant and fruit. He had turned the page, unsuspecting, and had come upon his own image with Kurt wrapped in his arms.
He sighed, not really angry, but just a little weary of the world taking so much interest in them. He had to admit, though, as he stared at the picture, that Kurt looked wonderful. He was extremely photogenic and if they had been posed, the photo couldn't have looked more romantic. He smirked, a little proud of himself, that he had caught his prize after all, despite his own dunderheaded behavior.
Someone up there must love me, he crowed silently, setting the paper down just as Carole arrived. He braced himself and waited...
...and there it was; he winced at the volume of her reaction to seeing the picture of him and Kurt kissing at the club the previous night.
"Oh, my goodness, Dave, this is beautiful! You both look so romantic. Awwww…"
He swore she sniffed then but he kept his head down as he chewed the last of his pastry. He watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee, steam swirling up from the darkly aromatic beverage and, after she'd taken her first sip, he spoke.
"Kurt and I haven't officially announced our engagement; it's not even been a month yet," he quirked an eyebrow and watched as she remembered the occasion.
"Oh, that's true. I suppose you both wanted a little bit of privacy before all the hoopla began," she surmised, peering up at him as she chose a pastry and selected some fruit. She bit into a grape and hummed in pleasure and Dave smiled, wondering if she was the cause of Kurt's habit.
She looked up to see him smirking and then coloured as she remembered her own little habit. She swallowed and then squinted at him teasingly. "At least I'm not as loud." Then it was her turn to laugh as he reddened.
They were still smirking at each other when the others came into the kitchen, Kurt still yawning and looking like a cat as he did so. He walked behind Dave, ruffled his hair and then reached for the coffee pot, mumbling a soft "morning, mom" to Carole. When he got his fix, he didn't take a chair, just planted himself in Dave's lap and sipped.
There were greetings all around and someone got more pastry and someone else refilled the coffee pot and then they got down to the business of trying to wake up. They had got back to the villa somewhere near three a.m. and some still weren't completely awake. Conversation was sparse and it was only after a collective third cup did things begin to liven up.
Mercedes, reaching for Dave's morning paper, suddenly squealed, almost making Devon drop the jar of conserves he'd just retrieved from the pantry. When all eyes turned toward her, she simply held the paper up, turned to the page of photos.
"Oh, no, oh David," Kurt whined, slumping into his fiancé's chest. "I didn't want that to get out yet!"
Dave rubbed his back consolingly, smiling as he nuzzled the tousled hair almost covering his nose. "Eh, it was bound to happen," he shrugged, making Kurt shift a little too, and concluded: "We'll let my office handle everything, okay?"
Kurt nodded, too comfortable on his perch to even grumble. He was still somewhat sleepy but he had a little smile on his face. "Last night was fun, though. Thanks so much, 'Cedes, Carole. Everything about it was great, despite the paps."
Mercedes beamed, happy that she'd accomplished her mission and shared a little congratulatory grin with Carole.
Now, though, they had only a couple of days left and she wanted to get in some more sightseeing so, with that idea in mind, she started off the discussion. "Okay, then, boo, what do you want to do today – besides sleep some more, that is."
He looked around at the others, one eyebrow raised in inquiry but everyone shrugged or muttered inaudibly. "What, nothing? Am I to choose, then?"
Puck, never at a loss for words, suddenly spoke up. "Oh, we were going to check out the water park that Finn mentioned. I want to go and I think – Dev, you, too?"
At Devon's nod, Ian also nodded saying he wouldn't mind, either. Burt shrugged and said he would hang out with Kurt, whatever he wanted to do. Carole beamed at him and said she rather thought they could drive into Bordeaux' town center and check out the shopping.
Kurt perked up at that and stared over at Mercedes, his eyes wide. She nodded and then summarized: "Okay, Puck, Dev and Ian will go with the Hudsons and Kurt, Dave and I will go with the senior Hummels – that it?"
Everyone nodded and they all returned to finishing up the last of the meal, Mercedes and Carole moving to help clear up. The maids had been in earlier and brought the freshly baked croissants for which Mercedes was truly grateful. She rather thought she'd be a Francophile after this vacation; everything just tasted so darn good! She even suspected she'd put on a couple of pounds since her arrival.
They looked up as they heard Sean's little voice piping outside and then his mother's calling out to him. "No noise, Sean Hudson, remember what I told you!"
Sean came skidding to a stop inside just as Kurt got up from David's lap and he smiled down at the little boy. "Good morning, Sean! Did you have sweet dreams?"
The little boy stood with his head tilted way back to stare happily up at his tall, slender uncle. "I sleep sweet dreams, Unca Kurt! Because I had ice-cream!"
Kurt ruffled his hair as he laughed. "Okaaay, that's the first I'm hearing that one." He stepped around the his nephew as Rachel came in with Lije on her hip, Finn carrying up the rear with the baby's bag. They were all already dressed for their outing at the water park and Kurt smiled admiringly at Rachel. She looked cool and sexy in a red-and-white striped boat-neck top with white cotton shorts, her hair back up in a ponytail.
They exchanged kisses before Rachel handed off a shyly smiling Lije, the baby resting his head on Kurt's shoulder as he settled him. He smelled so sweet and was so warm and cuddly, Kurt felt as if he could hold him the whole day. He looked up and smiled at Finn, saying good morning before he moved to the great room with Lije.
Finn watched them before quickly turning back towards the others, avoiding Puck's eyes as he moved towards the pitcher of juice. He listened to the others' chatter, only nodding when anyone addressed him but for the most part he kept quiet.
Puck sighed and then nudged Dev so they could go and get dressed. He was glad they were splitting into two groups as he didn't think he could take the awkwardness if Finn had to spend too much time in Kurt's presence. He muttered beneath his breath as he headed to his room, his hand caressing the small of Dev's back as they walked.
Life would be so simple if some people weren't so damned attractive and then he corrected himself - no, if some people weren't so damned stupid!
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KHDK
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Bordeaux, with its fabulous 18th century architecture, was a feast for the eyes. The drive there took less than an hour and Mercedes thought it was a great option for a day-trip. Kurt loved that they could get in boutique shopping, sight-seeing and culture. Dave would have rather done more of the sight-seeing bit than the shopping but he didn't mind watching Kurt and the ladies exclaiming over their bargains. He and Burt simply spent that time just sitting and chatting.
"Oh, Kurt," Carole called to him at one point as she gazed around in awe; "just walking around the old town centre, Quartier St. Pierre, you can almost picture the past, huh?"
"Yes, it's great all this is preserved from the 18th century – imagine what it was like living and shopping back then," he grinned at her.
They decided, though, that they would have to pass on checking out the medieval gems of the Gironde east of Bordeaux like St Emilion, with its 11th century basilica, St Macaire and La Réole because, the tourist guide warned them, they were known to get very busy at that time of day.
Still, by the time they stopped for tea, they were a little bushed, especially Burt. Kurt smiled over at his dad where they were seated at an outdoor café and nudged him.
"Hey, old man, too much of a late night, huh?" His eyes twinkled mischievously as his father bristled at him in denial.
"Look, kid, I was partying hard before you were even a twinkle in the eye!"
Everyone chuckled at that and then concentrated on placing their orders. The server wasn't very fluent in English but both Dave and Kurt helped place the orders for the others.
While they waited, Kurt, 'Cedes and Carole congratulated themselves on the great buys they'd made. At Le Marche des Grands Hommes, in the Place des Grands Hommes, they were able to pick up fresh produce to take back for the others to try, as well as jewelry, chocolate and some really fine wine.
They were loaded down with bags and planned to stow them in the boot of their car once they were done eating. There were a couple of historical buildings they had decided they wanted to see before heading back to the villa and they needed to get perfect photos of the structures.
For the moment though, they concentrated on the delicious seafood dishes they'd ordered. Bordeaux, being on the Atlantic coast, was able to present diners with a wealth of seafood including fresh lobsters and Arcachon oysters. Bordeaux' cuisine also included Pauillac lamb and Aquitaine beef, popular with the discerning diner. Other culinary treats include the famous Perigord truffles and artichokes. Kurt, humming with delight as they ate, announced he would be taking back a box of St. Emilion macaroons for their dessert that night.
Of course, dining in Bordeaux, world-famous for their wines, meant that they had to have some with their meal so even though Carole protested at having wine so early in the afternoon, she was outvoted. So, when everyone else tried the orgasmically smooth St. Emillion Merlot their server recommended, she had herself just a wee bit.
Once again Mercedes announced her desire to take wine back home with her, especially several bottles of the ever-popular Cabernet Sauvignon.
Dave, who had several wine cellars in a few of his homes, nodded at her in encouragement. "You know, some people see wine as an investment?"
She nodded but gave him a "bitch, please!" look. "Uh huh, I know, but I'm not one of them. I want my wine for drinking. Only on special occasions, though; they cost too much to have every day."
Carole nodded and smiled as she took a tentative sip of her own small glass. She wasn't much of one for alcohol but she had to admit that the wine was something special. Anyway, she told herself, how often would she have the opportunity to dine out in such a wonderfully historic city with her family and friends?
Burt decided, and he told them, that he thought he would rather have a beer than this fancy stuff any day. Kurt rolled his eyes at his dad but smiled indulgently. He knew wine wasn't for everybody and said so.
Now he grinned at his dad. "Do you know that people learned to make beer even before they knew how to make bread?"
Burt rolled an incredulous eye at his smirking son. "You're kidding me!"
Kurt shook his head as he chewed on a plump shrimp. Swallowing, he smiled as he explained. "Nope; actually that's what some historians speculate. And, also, since beer was made from grain, it was the women who used to make it since it was considered food."
That launched everyone into a discussion of Burt's and Puck's favorite libation until Dave reminded them: "Folks, we need to finish up so we can check out the St. Andrés bell-tower. The tour closes at 5."
According to his brochure, the highly decorated tower is one of Bordeaux's most prominent landmarks. When you go up to the top of the tower, there are gorgeous views of the city and surrounding countryside. Up there you also get a close-up of the 19th-century statue of Notre-Dame d'Aquitaine that sits on top of the tower.
The group made their way there quickly and ended up being in the last tour group much to their amusement. Still, it was worth the rush because Mercedes and Dave got some beautiful photos out of the experience.
Mercedes took a deep breath as she stared around at the magnificent vista. A month ago she would not have thought she'd be here in France having such a wonderful time, reunited with her closest childhood friend. She sent up a little prayer of thanksgiving that she'd got the opportunity to reconnect with Kurt and then, turning around, she handed off her camera to Carole and asked her to take a picture of her and Kurt leaning against the parapet of the tower.
They had a great time up there and when the tour guide started ushering people downstairs, they were satisfied they'd enjoyed themselves. The only little regret they decided was that they hadn't thought about starting out earlier. Kurt, though, ever the optimist, piped up.
"People, who ever said this is the only time we'd come here?" His wide blue eyes in his flushed face made them all grin and Dave couldn't resist dropping a little kiss on the dark, tousled head.
"That's true. Bordeaux has been around for centuries, folks. We can come again someday, can't we?"
They all happily agreed and made their careful way down and out of the tower. The drive back home seemed even shorter, of course, and they all chatted, light-hearted about the day and their experiences.
Of course, Kurt had to mention dessert. "Mmmm, I can't wait to try those yummy macaroons tonight," he announced.
The laughter that followed was indulgent and Carole poked him at one point to tease: "Good thing you can't get fat, the way you scarf down sweets!"
When they arrived at the villa, the others were back, Sean racing to meet them with a torrent of information on his day out on the water.
It was controlled chaos as bags were taken from the boot of the car and sorted to be taken to the respective bedrooms and the kitchen. The friends laughed and chatted, cognizant of the fact that this was one of their last days here in this halcyon spot.
When they all separated to relax and refresh themselves before dinner, Carole could have sworn there was an undercurrent of sadness but she shrugged it off as being only natural. She smiled at Burt as she entwined her fingers with his, walking into their suite as they chatted.
Rachel, too, sensed some of that sweet sadness, the melancholy that came when something good was coming to an end but she accepted it. There was a time she would have railed against it, her naïveté based in her extreme youth. Nothing lasted for ever, she reminded herself now as she herded Sean ahead of her out to the cottage.
She shook herself out of the mood, blaming it on the setting sun and the approach night, and watched Finn tease and tickle their drooling baby. She smiled as she thought of how Lije had bonded immediately with his uncle Kurt and wished for her friend the joy of having his own children soon.
Back up at the villa, Dave, itching to join his fiancé upstairs, was having a mini-meeting with Puck, Devon and Ian to discuss the logistics of ferrying the folks back home to Ohio. He suggested that they do it in stages again, flying the group first to England to overnight there and then back across the Atlantic to New Jersey and finally, Columbus. From there the waiting limousine would take them home to Lima.
They were good with that and Puck told him he would arrange for Julian and Xavier to fly the Dassault Falcon from the island to pick up Dave and Kurt to fly them to England. Dave knew he and Kurt could have left with the group on their England leg but he wanted a little time to himself with Kurt at the villa.
Puck nodded, understanding, but he was just a little wary of leaving them on their own. Since the start of the whole incident with the Smythe-Heffley woman (god, that seemed a long time ago!) he hated the idea of the men on their own.
"They don't have to be," Devon piped up. "I'll stay." He smiled at Puck, nodding to show he was really okay with it. After all, they were still technically employed as Kurt's security; just because the bitch was locked up didn't mean they could slack off.
Dave nodded, grateful for Devon's offer, and accepted it graciously. "Thank you; I think everything will work out."
They all agreed that the arrangements worked and then they separated to their various bedrooms.
Dave smiled to himself as he mounted the stairs. He was so very fortunate to have a great group of people to work with. He even liked the silent, serious Ian, a man he knew was a born killer but who had a grain of decency that kept him on the side of the angels.
He slipped into his suite, heading for the tub where he knew he would find his water-loving sweetheart. His footsteps soft on the rugs, he neared the bathroom door only to hear the beautiful, high clear tones of his lover's voice singing one of his favorite pieces.
The sun, whose rays are all ablaze
With ever-living glory,
Does not deny His majesty
He scorns to tell a story!
He don't exclaim, "I blush for shame,
So kindly be indulgent."
But, fierce and bold, in fiery gold,
He glories all effulgent!
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky
We really know our worth,
The sun and I!
I mean to rule the earth,
As he the sky
We really know our worth,
The sun and I!
Observe his flame, that placid dame,
The moon's Celestial Highness;
There's not a trace upon her face
Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light that, through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell, she lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her!
Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I!
Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;
We're very wide awake,
The moon and I!
As the sweet voice faded he stepped through the door to admire Kurt's pale, gleaming wet skin, his shoulders just above the water level. Dave stared, wondering still what he'd done to win such a prize as this. Kurt's voice was beautifully trained, after all he was a Juilliard graduate, but the richness of the tone of a countertenor's voice always made something stir deep within the listener. Maybe it was that element of androgyny that drew the listener in, he marveled.
Finally giving up his silent observation, he stepped to the side of the tub, kneeling on the rug there to trail his hand in the lukewarm water. He noticed since they'd arrived that Kurt had abjured hot baths or showers. It felt rather nice and he watched as his large hand moved over the silky flesh, smiling as Kurt's eyes opened and blazed at him, a deep turquoise in the light streaming through the windows.
"Hi, finished with your mini-meeting?" The soft pink lips curved, enticing in their sweetness and instead of replying, Dave nodded and then leaned forward to capture them, nipping the plump bottom lip first.
Kurt lifted one dripping hand to curve behind his lover's neck, humming into the kiss before parting his lips to welcome him in.
Dave's hand slid down to caress a muscled thigh, his breath speeding up as Kurt moaned into his mouth, his voice dropping almost an octave. Their kiss deepened and Dave gripped the leg once before slipping upward to cup the hardening flesh he found.
Kurt eased his lips away from Dave's and tilted his head to smile at him, his eyelids at half-mast as he gazed up through his lashes. "Mmmm, want to come in?"
Dave shook his head, still not saying anything, and eased to his feet. He reached for a toweling robe and held it up for his lover.
Kurt, gazing up at him, a glint of curiosity in his glasz eyes, rose from the bath, the water streaming from his creamy-skinned body. Dave's eyes roved from his lush lips all the way down to the blushing organ between the luscious thighs and he took a deep breath. Without saying anything else, Kurt stepped out and allowed the silent man to enfold him in the robe and his arms.
This time the kiss Dave initiated was hot and deep and Kurt groaned as his cock hardened fully, his arms going around his fiancé's waist to hang on tightly.
Finally, after drinking his fill, Dave eased his lips away, moving on to Kurt's long, pale neck and dropping little suckling kisses there. Kurt shuddered and gasped, rubbing his clothed erection against the answering bulge in Dave's jeans.
"Oh, sweetie, mmmm, is everything okay?" Kurt's voice was breathy but he was determined to know what had brought on silent, aroused David. Not that he was complaining; oh no, he was hard enough to hammer nails at the moment. He simply needed to know if his love was alright.
Dave straightened away from the tempting flesh to smile down into his lover's faintly worried eyes. "Everything is perfect," he breathed before returning to making love to his beautiful fiancé.
Kurt bit his lip as David's lips moved on to nip at his earlobe and lick at that spot just below it, driving him crazy. He shuddered again and then made the suggestion that maybe they ought to move to the bedroom.
Dave nodded and stepped back, grasped one soft hand and led Kurt into the bedroom. He'd made sure this time that the door was well and truly locked. What he planned to do to Kurt's delicious body was not for four-year-old eyes, no sir.
Stopping at the foot of the bed, Kurt turned and waited for David's next move. Clearly the man was in a mood but since it appeared that everything was fine, he would just play along. Certainly his twitching cock was onboard with anything David wanted to do right now!
Dave stood for a moment with his hands on Kurt's shoulders, simply staring at every feature of the face turned up to him. He dwelt a moment on the love for him that he could see shining from the aquamarine eyes and then his eyes fell to the smiling pink lips. How he loved those lips; he loved the way they felt and the way they looked when Kurt was talking. His life was forfeit if he ever told Kurt he thought his little lisp was cute. He always felt, even when Kurt was ranting about something, as if he could just capture those lips and nibble on them.
He grinned as he thought about that, admiring the adorable freckles that popped up every now and then that Kurt despised. Heck, his mama had raised no fool and telling Kurt he looked anything less than elegant and sophisticated was just not on.
Now he let his eyes slip to where his hands rested on the terry-clad shoulders before he slid the robe down and off. Since the bath water had been tepid, Kurt's skin had not flushed that delicious pink that it so often did at hotter temperatures. Dave stared at the way the broad shoulders still managed to look almost delicate. The skin was incredibly smooth and as his eyes wandered down the surprisingly developed pectoral muscles, they snagged on the pert nipples. He involuntarily licked his lips as he stared at them, noting absently Kurt's indrawn breath, and he bent to flick one with his tongue.
Kurt's soft moan brought him out of his slight daze and he straightened up, noticing that faint colour had flooded his lover's smooth cheeks. He still made no comment but now his hands moved down to Kurt's sides, watching as the firm stomach muscles fluttered once and then stilled. One large hand moved slightly to allow a thumb to brush against the soft skin covering Kurt's abs and he chuckled as Kurt shivered beneath his touch.
The singer stood as still as he could beneath his lover's exploratory touch, hoping that his hand would move to the one place he was dying for him to touch. Unfortunately, his fiancé decided that then was the time to move around to the back view and Kurt took another deep breath, forcing himself to remain still.
It was Dave's turn to take a deep breath as he surveyed his lover's long, smooth back, the muscles moving silkily beneath the pale flesh as he breathed. He put one long finger at the top of his spine and dragged it slowly down, wondering if Kurt could manage not to move as he did so. He admired the smooth planes and smiled to himself; oh, if only he were skilled enough to capture this beauty in stone, marble, no less.
Stepping back just a bit, he let his eyes rove down to the beloved buttocks, his eyes heating as they swept over the lush mounds. For a slender person Kurt was endowed with just enough back here to draw the eye, a fact of which he was most certainly aware. The way he dressed told it loud and clear and Dave for one was quite grateful for the opportunity to ogle.
His hands itched to spread themselves on the curves of Kurt's ass but he resisted the compulsion. Stepping around to stand once more before his patient lover, Dave leaned down and pausing once to breathe a soft "beautiful", captured his lover's lips again.
Kurt's hands slid up the broad chest to slip behind the strong neck, his eyes slipping closed as he surrendered to David's kiss. Their lips and tongues engaged in a sweet duel, Kurt trying half-heartedly to dominate the kiss just for his own amusement.
Finally, easing back for much-needed air, he smiled up at David, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Not that I'm not enjoying this but," he paused to lick his lips, his eyes flicking down his lover's still-clothed body; "aren't you a little over-dressed?"
He quirked one eyebrow at David's answering smile and sighed when the larger man stepped back and with one swift movement, yanked his shirt off over his head. Kurt couldn't hold back a little gurgle of amusement as his lover emerged looking quite tousled but he reached out a hand to stroke through the hair on his chest.
"Mmmm, much better," and then flicked his eyes at the jeans, the front of which was showing a mouthwateringly large bulge. He eased back onto the bed behind him, letting his thighs fall slightly apart as he watched David finish undressing. He bit his lips as he let his heated eyes devour the large, muscular body slowly being displayed before him.
He must have made a little sound because David looked up to see him watching avidly and he smiled before saying: "Hold that thought, I'll just have a quick shower." He left the room, laughing softly at the pout that had appeared on his lover's fair face.
"I just might start without you!" Kurt yelled at the retreating back.
"Yeah, do that and see what happens!" Dave's retort was delivered with a little chuckle at the end because he knew full well Kurt would never begin proceedings without him. They had way too much fun together for him to go solo now just because he was feeling impatient.
Kurt threw himself backward on the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore his bobbing prick. He dragged one finger up its length and as a shudder rippled through him he removed the hand. Damn that man for starting me up and then sauntering off, he muttered. Then he smiled; it was so hot, though, standing there while David examined him like he was a... Hmmm, that's an idea…
He jumped off of the bed and hurried to his luggage, rummaging around in one of the hidden inner pockets and came up with a pouch. He took the things out, dashed over to the dressing table and set out to create a fantasy for his tease of a lover. He hummed happily as he prepared himself, shivering at the thought of David's reaction.
He leapt up from the stool and dashed to draw the curtains. It was still early evening, not quite dark yet, but the weak light through the gauzy curtains still added to the ambiance. He grabbed a bottle and spritzed some scent into the air and then flung himself into the middle of the bed, trying to slow his breathing even as he heard the shower going off.
Dave, stepping out of the bathroom, approved of the drawn curtains. It added intimacy even though they had the private balcony. He sniffed. Hmmm, smells good, he thought as he used a small towel to dry his hair as he padded to the edge of the bed.
As he approached the huge bed, though, his eyes widened as he took in his imp of a lover reclining dead centre on the beautiful counterpane. His mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes heated as he stared at Kurt – a different Kurt than when he'd left to go grab a shower.
His lover looked magnificent in nothing but jewels and – what was that – yes, makeup. His already outstanding eyes were lined with a dark pencil, apparently, and his lips were rouged to an enticing red. His cheeks seemed to be naturally flushed as they had darkened when Dave first stepped to the side of the bed and began his awed inspection.
Oh, my god! Dave's breath caught as his eyes scanned down the long, smooth neck to the muscles of the bare chest because it appeared that Kurt had also rouged his nipples. Dave had to grab his dick as his body registered the unbelievably enticing sight and he knew a pathetic little whimper had escaped him too.
Kurt, smug and beautiful beyond belief, had two of the bracelets that Dave had bought him at Christmas on either wrist. On one slender ankle – and here Dave almost groaned – was the musical charms bracelet he'd given him on the island last year.
He shook himself out of his stupor and, with a playful roar, he leapt onto the bed and straddled his smirking lover. He shook his head and quirked a winged brow questioningly at Kurt who smiled back: "You were looking at me like one of those pashas with a harem and I was the newest concubine, so…"
His cascading giggles spurred Dave on to kiss him into silence and with growing passion, determined to let Kurt know how much this 'pasha' adored his beautiful 'concubine'.
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TBC
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A/N: 'The sun whose rays are all ablaze' was written by Gilbert & Sullivan for their comic opera, The Mikado.