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Related article: Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2005 22:15:09 +0100
From: Mike Arram
Subject: Heart of Oskar Prinz - 13The following story describes people and places wholly fictional, although
based on some element of reality. How much is really up to you to decide.
There is a place called Ruthenia, but it is not the Rothenia depicted here.
It won't take long for the alert reader to realise that my Rothenia is
unapologetically borrowed from Anthony Hope's magnificent creation of
Ruritania, although updated for the twenty-first century.
This is my third attempt at gay erotic fiction. The earlier ones are
'The Decent Inn' and 'Terry and the Peachers' which can be found in the
Nifty archive under the College section. Excuse the self-indulgence of the
crossover references, but they did amuse me.
The story contains graphic depictions of sex between adult males. If the
reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your place of
residence please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further.
If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.
XIII
First thing on Tuesday morning, Oskar made a call to the clinic. Will,
lying back in bed stroking Marietta, saw him go tense. His heart lurched,
and he was not reassured by Oskar's look when he turned around.
'So now the athlete's foot makes sense,' he swore. 'Will, how does your
glans feel?'
'OK, well a bit reddish and sore round the rim, and my foreskin's a
little puffy, but no problem. Just too much sex I guess.'
'Will, I have what we call in Rothenian "vyrfebr". I do not know Preteen Portal what it
is in English, but I seem to have given it to you. It is very infectious
and irritating, but I suppose things could be a Preteen Portal lot worse. We have to go
and pick up medication. No sex for three days.'
'Sounds like what we call thrush,' Will said. 'Oh shit,'
'My thoughts exactly. But after this week, you and I will never have
protected sex with each other again. I am yours alone, my Will.'
'Oh! Every cloud ...'
'Pardon me?'
'Just an English saying.'
They took in the clinic on their way to the Preteen Portal station, and applied the
medication to each other in the toilet, before heading onwards.
The train was a lot smarter and faster than the rickety old one that had
taken them to Terlenehem. Will looked across the table at Oskar Preteen Portal as he sat
reading a paper. Unusually for him, he had dressed formally, with slacks,
an open dress shirt and light sports jacket. Oskar generally liked long
shorts, jeans or cut off trousers, with all sorts of baggy shirts and sweat
tops. He had not even compromised with his informality at the National
Library. But now he did look like a young aristocrat. Will realised that
this was not accidental, Oskar was up to something.
Modnehem was as pretty as he remembered, and the geraniums were still
blooming in the window boxes on the square. The gallery was at the back of
the Radhaus, under the sign 'Husbrauener Regional Art Gallery.' A number
of foreign tourists were around the doors, and a big party of French
children with a teacher.
They asked at the modern desk for the curator, a young woman in glasses
who emerged promptly. She went straight up to Oskar, 'My dear count,' she
said with what Will thought was a genuine smile, 'it's always a great
pleasure to see you here.' She means it, Will concluded.
'Thank you, Marie. I did not think you would be that pleased to see me.'
'I have the greatest respect for you and your family, sir, you know
that.'
'Hmm. Even though I'm trying to put you out of a job?'
'Hardly sir; it will be a blow, if it happens, but our collections are
more extensive than you seem to think. Besides,' she twinkled, 'There is
always the possibility of long-term loans.'
'I am glad, Marie. You know there is nothing personal in this.'
'Of course.'
'Can I introduce an historian friend from England, Mr William Vincent.
Will, Dr Marie Esterhazy.'
'A pleasure,' she said in English.
'Enchanted,' Will said in Rothenian. She smiled and relaxed, as
Rothenians always did when met by a Rothenian-speaking foreigner.
'How can I help?' she said, and Will explained the project. She became
quite excited. She led them into the grand exhibition room indicating that
this would be where they would find the principal items, although there was
a stack, and a big collection of plates and woodcuts that she would show
them after they had browsed.
What they had to browse was a phenomenal collection of Rothenian court
paintings, from the seventeenth to the twentieth century. They were
dazzling and Will wandered around open-mouthed, Oskar tailing moodily after
him. 'This is a gold mine!' he enthused.
'You think?' said Oskar grumpily.
'What's up, Oskar?'
'Have you Preteen Portal looked at the frame of that one?' he replied.
Will craned forward to the nearest one, a superb depiction of Henry the
Lion in chasseur green hunting the stag in the forest of Zenda. The rich
and heavy gilded frame was a mass of scrolls and vines, but at top and
bottom he recognised without any difficulty the arms of Tarlenheim. 'Ah,'
he said, after a moment's reflection, 'all is now clear.'
'The Preteen Portal
core of this collection is the contents of the Castle of
Tarlenheim's former galleries. I want them back.' Oskar looked ferocious
at that point, a new expression on his face for Will. 'The local commisar
stripped the house of pictures and furniture before the Russians blew it
up. The bastard left our family archives inside it, though. So all our
records and titles went up with the rest of it.
'Why won't the government let you have them?'
'Its lawyers know that I'm finding it hard to gather the documentation to
reconstruct what was actually there. With this one, the frame's the
giveaway, unfortunately, most of them were re-framed by the government
under communism. There are no catalogue marks on the backs, and indeed,
there is no surviving catalogue at all. They're trying to fob me off with
some token restitutions, but I Preteen Portal won't have it.' He pounded his right fist
in his left hand, and for a moment looked every inch the prince he was.
'Marie's not a bad person, although she's paid by Preteen Portal
the government.
Between you and me, she has slipped me one or two references that have
helped me along a lot. But it's a very involved and expensive process,
especially as I have other irons in the fire.'
'Like?'
'Like the Fursterberh and Terlenehem estates. They could easily give me
them back. Fursterberh is state land at the moment and although Terlenehem
was nationalised and redistributed, I'd settle for just the forest, the
mineral rights and the site of the old castle. The local people know this,
and they support me a hundred per cent. They've known me since I was a
baby, and they loved father and mother. There's even been demonstrations
outside the mairie.'
'How long have you been fighting this case?'
'Father began it eight years ago, and he covered a lot of ground. But we
had no money or friends with money, and it moved painfully slowly, using
cheap Preteen Portal
local advocates, all of whom were useless. Then father and mother
were killed, and I went off the rails. You know the government refused to
release me from national service as a way of squashing our most promising
court case? I could not legally take the government to court as a serving
soldier, and it all has to be done through me.'
'Bastards!'
'But Helge carried on, God bless her, and now maybe you can guess a
little more how I fell into Hendrik's world.'
'Oh!' exclaimed Will, 'the money!' And he was stunned at what that
revealed about Oskar.
'Yes, the money: it's the only way a penniless Rothenian boy like me
could have raised that sort of money, and it has Preteen Portal made quite a difference.
We now have a Strelsener lawyer and he's the best, although he's greedy.
Matthew White's money has moved things on too, and I'm on the very edge now
of the final push. The case goes to the Supreme Court in a month's time,
and the government advocates have run out of ways to block it.'
'This is great!' Will cried, then he noticed Oskar's expression, 'But
that's not the whole story is it?' Oskar shook his head unhappily. 'But,
my God, the things you have done to fight the case, given up your body and
...'
'... my soul, perhaps you were going to say?'
'No my Oskar. I know you too well, but I was going to say honour.'
'Yes, well, honour among princes is a very negotiable quantity, and for
my family there are even worse things I would do to recover what is ours,'
and he looked at Will in a very uncomfortable way.
They continued to browse the canvases. 'Look,' Will enthused, 'It's Count
Fritz! And that must be his Helga and their children ... doesn't the older
boy look like our Fritzku!'
'The boy became Count Rudolf, named after Mr Rassendyll, I suspect, not
after Rudolf V as people assume.'
'There's a real resemblance between you and Count Fritz, although his
facial hair conceals it a little.'
'Father said so too. He also said it was a sign.'
'How?'
'He always thought that it would be me, not him, who restored the family
fortune.'
'Why?'
'There is a strain of tragedy in every great family, you know. We had
more than our fair share of it in the last century. I think father had an
idea that the new century would be ours, but he only saw the first year of
it. It's just Rothenian romanticism, my Will. Don't take it too
seriously.'
The day passed. Marie sent out for lunch and gave her free time up to
guide them through her enormous collection of political prints. She did
not mind Will copying as many as he liked, by xerox or digital image. She
also found him a Preteen Portal box of slides of the paintings in which he was most
interested. She wanted no fee, but Will made a mental note that Matthew
White would be making a handsome donation to her gallery. It was a very
enjoyable day, and even Oskar's moodiness could not stand against it. They
bought her dinner after the gallery closed, and Oskar demonstrated quite
how charming he could be. Marie was clearly very attached to him and Will
was included in her affections.Oskar was very quiet on the train back to Strelzen. Will did not resent
it; he thought he could understand it. Eventually he said what he knew he
had to say.
'What is it you're not telling me, my Oskar?'
Oskar looked momentarily startled, but he relaxed, 'Too many things, my
love, as perhaps you guess.' His eyes glistened, 'I do love you, I really
do. You believe me, don't you?' The sudden pleading in his voice worried
Will. This was not the Oskar he was used to, cool and confident to the
point of being cocky.
'Yes I do,' he said simply.
'Prince and whore. What a combination, my Will. How do I live with
myself?'
'Because of the greater good.'
'So. You remember.'
'Yes. I also remember that you told me that one day I must be your loyal
knight.'
'Ah. Then I must tell you that the day has come.' Will sat up; he
recognised a crisis when it came up and spat in his face.
'It is a simple thing, but it has devastating consequences. I have to
file a bond of a million krona at the Supreme Court in two weeks' time to
indemnify the costs of the prosecution. I have only a half million. If
the bond is not filed, the case goes by default and I have to begin again.'
'You can get a loan surely?'
'I have no capital. We only rent the cottage in Terlenehem, and Helge
spends most of her salary on it. Loans are not as easy to get here as in
the West, as I understand.' Will thought of his maxed-out card debt and
winced.
'Don't you know anyone who can stand surety for you?' The legal terms
were forcing him back into English, but Oskar caught the drift of what he
was saying.
'My friends are as poor as I am. I have relations amongst the other
aristocratic families, but we're mostly poor, and those that aren't are not
a charity.
'You can have everything I have ... everything,' said Will, and he meant
it.
Oskar smiled softly, 'I knew you would say that. Just my luck to fall
for a poor westerner with debts, wasn't it? What have you got?'
'The quarter million krona that Matt gave me. It's yours, even if I have
to walk back to Britain.'
'I will take it then, and we still need another quarter million.'
'Oh.' Will thought out options and then the inevitable occurred, 'What
about Hendrik? Would he give you a loan?'
'Think, my Will. He does not know who and what I am; if he did, the
possibilities for blackmail are endless, and I would not put it past him.
It is because of him Preteen Portal
that I have not given interviews in the press as Helge
thinks I should, to rouse public sympathy. I dread the day he does make
the connection, because he will turn it to a profit. Also I think that the
interest on any loan Hendrik would ask would be enormous. No, Hendrik is a
possibility, but not in that way.'
'Oh no, Oskar, you aren't going to earn it that way again?'
'There's a special title in production, and I am in line for one of the
two starring roles.'
'Will that give you enough?'
'More than half of it, certainly, but not enough.'
'Then what can we do?'
'I said there were two starring roles.'
'So?'
Oskar looked like a man on the edge of a big dive into uncertain waters,
and an ominous feeling took possession of Will. Oskar cleared his throat,
and for the first time in their relationship, he would not meet Will's
eyes.
'Hendrik has seen you twice in Ribaud's. The actor needs to be a
westerner and a native English speaker, he wants to cast you.'
Will froze. He had no idea how long he sat there silent. His mind had
gone quite blank. Oskar finally looked up at him. Will had never seen him
scared before: he was scared now.
Finally Will's brain reconnected with the rest of him. 'And this will
give you enough?'
'More than enough.'
'Oskar, do you know what starring in a porn film will do to me?'
'I can guess, I have some experience of this.'
'No me, not you. We are two different men. For me it will be the end of
a career I was born for. Schoolteaching and porn acting are not really
compatible professions, or at least parents think not. And then there is
my self respect. I know you sacrificed yours, but I know why: I understand
and I can even admire you for it, because I know the pain behind it. But
these reasons do not apply to me. I am an ordinary man; there is no great
narrative in my quiet life to justify such a sacrifice, or at least there
wasn't till we met.'
Oskar hastened to interject, 'Look Will, you are looking at it in a
negative way. It's unlikely that anyone you know will ever see the film.
Even if they did, what could they say? They were looking at gay porn, for
God's sake. The only people who bother me are the gangs of roaming Yankee
gays in this city, who think my ass is theirs, because they've seen
pictures of it. These I can avoid. You'll never see them in
... Whithampsted. You can still teach, still get on with your life.'
The train shook as it went over some points. They were on the outskirts
of Strelzen. Will shook his head, 'No more, Oskar. I don't want to talk
about it. Not now.'
They Preteen Portal did not speak at all till they left the station barrier. Will said,
'Go home, Oskar. I need to walk and clear my head.' Oskar nodded,
hesitated, and despite being on the station concourse, he kissed Will's
cheek in not quite the Rothenian way between males. Then he left.
Will walked out on to the darkening streets of Preteen Portal
Strelzen. He looked up at
the floodlit cathedral, and his feet took him up through Sudmesten to the
Domstrasse. He walked across the bridge and climbed the hill. He found a
seat on the cathedral's south side, where he could look out over the city.
The lights, silver and gold, were like looking down on an ordered galaxy.
The low rumble of the city wafted up the hill. Dogs barked in the far
distance. He was still on the bench as the cathedral bell rang out
midnight, and his mind was still churning. It was not Oskar's request that
bothered him most, however. It was the question of his whore's heart, and
what it was worth.
At quarter of an hour after midnight, Will took out his mobile and a
card, and made a long call. Then he braced himself, walked back down the
Domstrasse, the Mikhelstrasse and the Lindenstrasse, and found that the
lights were still on in Lindenstrasse 122, Apt 6. He came in through the
front door, Marietta skipping all round him. Oskar had stood up when he
came in and had hesitated to move. Will went up to him, took him in his
arms, kissed him and whispered in his ear: 'Yes. But only for love of you,
Oskar Prinz.'
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