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Subject: ST: Brothers in Arms - Covergent Paths Epilogue (M/M, Hist, oral, anal)
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Peter Gagarin stood on the threshold of the farmhouse and looked out over 
the cultivated fields before he nervously turned back to his father.  Dmitri 
Vasileyvitch Gagarin, had once been a minor Count of the Court of Tsar 
Nicholas the Second of All The Russias, now he was a simple, provincial land 
owner in the wilds of rural England.

      "The family has travelled a long road to get here, father."

      "Da! We have indeed. Your mother and wish sometimes that you had been 
a little older when the Revolution happened so you might have memories of 
our old home."

      "Do you still miss home? Russia, I mean. Spending your days at the 
Tsar's Court in the Winter and the Summer Palaces." Peter asked.

      "If you'd asked thirty years ago I would have said yes. Ten years ago 
I might have said yes.  Now? Since purchasing this estate and settling the 
family here to work it I feel more like the Landed Count I used to be and if 
I'm being truthful the winters in England are far kinder to an old man's 
bones than the Russian winters ever were."

      "It looks as though you're prospering, enjoying yourself and mama 
seems to enjoy her life as wife of the Lord of the Manor."

      "You're mother would be happy where ever she is provided she has her 
family and her children with her. Speaking of children, are you going to be 
all right, son?"

      "Yes, papa, I've finally managed to put the army behind me and I think 
I'm going to survive. Life is good, the land here is rich and bountiful. 
Give me a few years to turn it around and it'll be profitable again."

His father turned and walked toward the pony and trap he used for day to day 
work around the estate. Fuel was still heavily rationed so his father 
avoided using the car instead choosing to exercise the skills with horse and 
carriage he'd learnt at home in his beloved Mother Russia.

      "That's not quite what I was worried about. I know about your 
preferences for bed partners, son. It's was known about in Russia and the 
nobility turned a blind eye to it but the peasants weren't so accepting and 
I think the same is true here in England."

      "Father! I'm not going to using my influence as the son of the Lord of 
the Manor to force stripling peasant lads into my bed or to force their 
parents to turn ignore my depredations."

      "I know! We brought you up better than that but your mother and I knew 
people in Russian who thought like that and would use their power to force 
the issue. Your mother and want you to be happy and just ask that you be 
careful."

      "I will, papa, but it's not as though I have to go trawling through 
the local towns looking for someone to share my bed with."

As his father pulled out of the farm yard and headed off toward his Peter's 
brother's farm across the valley Peter made his way out to the barn, 
stripping off his shirt and boots as he did so. In the barn he climbed the 
steps up into the hay loft stripping off his vest and trousers and by the 
time he'd made it up to the loft floor he wore only his under-shorts.

      "Your father has gone?" the figure laying on the hay asked.

      "Yes."

      "Can we carry on now? I didn't understand a word of that but he didn't 
sound angry or upset."

      "He's not. He knows about you and me. He just wanted to ask us to be 
careful and not bring down any official attention.  Do you really want me to 
fuck you?"

      "It's long past time you took my virginity! You promised to do it 
before the war. I might have expected you'd do it when we met again but then 
you had to go and fucking shoot me! Christ, you bastard, I died on the 
operating table! So, yes, I want you to fuck me now before you succeed in 
killing me in some other way!"

      "You ungrateful bastard! At least I spotted you were still alive when 
I went to see your body in the mortuary.  How many time have I got to say it 
was a fucking accident.  You didn't leave me with much choice as you were 
about to brain me with a fucking lump of wood!"

      "I didn't though!"

      "Only cause I ducked!"

      "Still, there was no need to fucking shoot!"

      "I'll shoot you in the bloody arse if you don't shut the fuck up and 
suck my cock!"

Peter dived on top of Walther as he lay on the mound of straw in the middle 
of the loft floor.   Peter lay back as he revelled in the ecstasy of the 
feeling as Walther engulfed his cock with his hot mouth, Peter grabbed hold 
of the tub of Vaseline and scooped out a generous helping which he proceeded 
to massage into Walther's tight hole. As his fingers slipped in the tight 
orifice he felt Walther's groans of pleasure vibrating along the shift of 
his cock as he rocked it in and out of Walther's throat.

      "This is your last chance to back out, Lieutenant Colonel Daschler."

      "No fucking way, Colonel Gagarin, you shove that hard cock of your up 
my tight arse virgin arse. NOW!"



Later, as they lay in each others arms with their heads resting on a rolled 
up blanket, they watched as the sun set in glorious hues if orange and red 
over the rolling Downs of the Wiltshire countryside. As he'd said to his 
father, Peter's family had walked a long road to get to the place after the 
disaster of the October Revolution had robbed them of their old home. Peter 
knew the man in his arms had also walked a similar path, pitted with 
obstacles and pain and heartache but the things they'd talked about in 
Berlin in the nineteen thirties were now coming to fruition.

He leant over and kissed Walther on the lips and felt Walther respond by 
putting and arm around Peter's neck to pull him close and he stroked Peter's 
quiescent cock back to life.

      "You're fucking insatiable!" Peter whispered.

      "So you keep telling me!" Walther whispered back.

As the final light of the day faded and the sun finally sank below the 
horizon Walther rolled over and spread his legs and Peter rested his body on 
his lover's back and allowed his cock to slide in to the moist warmth of 
Walther's arse. Peter pulled the blanket over their naked bodies the night 
air chilled and the giggled like errant school boys as he moved he slid his 
cock in deep. 

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