The Earl and His Captain
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Pairing:  Lee Crane/Dorian Red Gloria
Rating:  PG13
Disclaimer:  I do not own the following characters; no infringement intended.
Notes:The Earl and Klaus were created by Aoike Yasuko in Princess Comics.
This is a crossover between Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea and From Eroica With Love
 

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This is a brief introduction to a fandom that you might not know.  The first portion of the comics were introduced in the 1970's and 1980's.  They were all in Japanese and written by Aoike Yakuso.

They were first published as stories in a kid's comics but rapidly became popular and "grew up".  The two key characters are Dorian Red Gloria, the Earl of Gloria, who is tall, slim, has long, curly blond hair, and marvelous blue eyes.  He is also a thief!  He is wealthy and blatantly gay.  He loves beauty and along with his usual henchmen (Bonham, James, Peters, etc.) he steals the beautiful things that he admires.  In one comic, he even steals the Pope.

His antagonist is Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach, a German national who is in the Intelligence Division of NATO, headquartered in Bonn, West Germany.  In a later edition of the series, the unification of Germany is acknowledged and the constant threats of the KGB (Mischa the Cub, etc.) is diminished as a threat.

Klaus is tall, a fitness-fanatic, cigarette chain smoker.  He is a Major and commands a unit of 26 men known as the alphabets.  One of the unit is called G who is a cross-dresser and a special favorite of Klaus' chief.

Klaus has a special fondness for Z, who is a handsome young man.  Klaus is constantly afraid that Z will fall under the influence of Dorian Red Gloria who is known as Eroica in thievery circles (hence the name of the stories is From Eroica With Love).  Klaus knows, however, that Dorian is in love with him because he's always telling him that he loves him.

Klaus frequently calls him pervert or other names, but he has a secret fondness for the Earl.  They have saved each other's lives numerous times and in some of the Eroica fanfic, the two men do have a sexual relationship.

The constant antagonism that Klaus feels for Dorian is one of the central themes of the entire arc of stories.  Dorian works as a NATO contractor, stealing for NATO and usually working with Klaus.  Klaus is constantly accusing him of interfering in his missions which is probably true since Dorian constantly fears that Klaus will be injured or killed.

Klaus also has the extra hang-up of a proud family background.  His family lives at Schloss Eberbach and expects him to marry a "suitable" female to insure progeny for the Eberbach line.  His father was a tank commander and has instilled duty and rigid military discipline into his son.  It is difficult for Klaus to unbend and be casual, whereas Dorian is the epitome of casual.  His wardrobe is a sight to behold.

The relationship between the two men is fascinating in the extreme.  Talk about dysfunctional families.  Dorian's father was gay, though married.  Klaus was sent away to school, but expected to maintain Eberbach family values.  Klaus also has the burden of a strict Catholic upbringing.  Throughout  the comics, his feelings, either about Dorian or others, have to wrestle with his early religious training.

All in all, it is a wonderful fandom, but in this series, I am going to pair up those two gorgeous men:  Lee and Dorian together at the beginning with Harri and Klaus, looking on jealously.   Since Eroica is a new fandom to me, I hope I can do justice to Klaus and Dorian and will hopefully get them together by the end of this multi-part story.

Of course, my major interest in the Voyage fandom so I hope you will be pleased with my effort.  This is brand new to me.  I have placed a picture of Dorian and Klaus in the photo section of this list (Folder Eroica pictures) if you would like to see what the two men look like.

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Part One:  A Fateful Meeting
 

It had been a very long day, and it wasn't over yet.  Four-star Admiral Harriman Nelson felt uncomfortable in his tuxedo, but he knew that he couldn't attend an elegant Washington party in his usual disheveled khaki uniform.

This party was a multi-purpose affair.  The Director of the Nelson Institute was the first to admit that sometimes he had to do things that he really didn't want to because of the vast amounts of money needed by his projects, but this get-together was not for that purpose so he didn't need to play up to the many politicians that were in the room.

No, this was a party so that he could meet, unofficially, the man who would be the liaison between the Institute and NATO while the SEAVIEW and her crew were assigned to the  NATO task force training sessions.  He had never met the man but had heard that he was the best.  SEAVIEW was going to be an integral part of the training exercises, and NATO wanted nothing to go wrong, security wise.

Since the Admiral did not know what the intelligence expert looked like, he assumed that the officer would recognize him.  Therefore, he had spent the last few minutes, walking around the buffet table that was spread with so much food that the Admiral wondered how the tables managed to stand the weight.  Sipping  bourbon and water, Nelson used his bright blue eyes to search the room constantly, trying to pick out the man who would play such an important part in SEAVIEW'S life for the next several weeks.

Nelson was glad that Lee Crane had come with him.  His young Captain had not yet entered the room because of some last minute problems that he had had to deal with, but Nelson liked having Crane with him, especially in such an environment as this.  Lee had a natural charm about him that made strangers feel comfortable around him.

The Admiral was just about to give up and go looking for Crane when a tall, stern-looking man with lengthy, straight black hair approached him.  Clicking his heels slightly, the man stared into Nelson's blue eyes briefly then asked in a slight German accent.  "Admiral Harriman Nelson?  I am your liaison for the NATO exercises, Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach, NATO."

Nelson stood staring but only for a moment before he pulled himself together.  Even though the man was dressed in a neat dark blue suit, his military bearing was obvious.  The man emanated power and discipline.  The Admiral was used to meeting many different types of people, but this man truly impressed him.

The two men shook hands.  "Major Eberbach, I'm glad to meet you.  I appreciate your flying to Washington so that we could talk.  We are planning to return to California on Thursday so we will have some time to make plans."

"Your submarine's security is vital to NATO.  I will fly to California so that my security plans can be implemented right away."

Nelson cringed but said nothing.  ***Obviously this man is used to giving orders and expecting them to be obeyed.  Let's just hope his plans are good ones.***  "That's fine; I'll have my Captain, Lee Crane speak to you about your visit."

Before the Major could respond, his own constantly roaming eyes spotted the entrance of a slender figure that he would know anywhere.  Walking into the entrance of the German embassy ballroom was a tall blond with blue eyes that lit up the whole room.  The glorious smile on his lips did nothing to dim the silk, red tuxedo that he was wearing.  The heads of all the women in the room turned, several of them gasping at the beauty they saw.

The wandering blue eyes glanced around the room, quickly spotting the Major, but the only recognition given was a brief nod of the head.  The reception line of the German ambassador immediately swallowed up the remarkable man.

Harriman Nelson stood stunned with silence.  Finally, he stuttered, "Qu. . .quite a figure of a man, isn't he?"

Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach was silent for another reason.  He had immediately recognized his arch-antagonist, Dorian Red Gloria. ***Can't that man ever stay home?  Why does he always have to show up wherever I am?  I am going to strangle him one of these days.***

Eberbach finally realized that Nelson was staring at him.  "Er yes, but I would have nothing to do with him, Admiral.  He is a well-known security risk."

A twinkle entered Nelson's eyes, "Oh, you know him then?"

The Major did not want to explain how he was involved with the thief who constantly followed him so he tried to explain briefly.  "Yes, he is on the NATO list as someone to watch out for."

Pleased that he had now alerted the Admiral to the dangers of Lord Gloria, the German's gaze wandered once again to the entrance of the large room.  In fact, it seemed that every eye in the room turned towards the young man, standing there.  He was as tall as the Earl of Gloria, but he was nothing like him in appearance, except in his beauty.  He was  slender with dark hair trimmed to a military length.  His tuxedo set off his lean figure to perfection; his face lighting up with a shy smile as he spotted someone in the room.

The whole room seemed to hold its breath as the man gracefully crossed the room, totally unaware of the looks of admiration and lust he was receiving.  His whole body oozed confidence.  Hundreds of eyes male and female followed him across the room as he headed toward the buffet table.  As he approached Harriman Nelson, the tall, dark haired man's smile lit his face.  "Admiral?"

The red-haired genius continued to look at his Captain for a few seconds then said, "Lee, I would like to introduce you to Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach of NATO; Major, this is my Captain, Lee Crane."

With practiced-skill, the Major assessed the man in front of him.  He saw a man of confidence, used to giving commands and expecting them to be obeyed, but in his usual astute way, he also saw a man of compassion and humanity whose glances towards the red-haired Admiral spoke volumes.  Obviously the two men were closer than just superior and subordinate.  For a moment, Eberbach's mind turned to his subordinate, Z.  Shaking these thoughts off quickly, however, Eberbach held out his hand to complete the introductions.

"Lee, the Major will be flying out to Santa Barbara to deal with the SEAVIEW's security for the NATO exercises.  I would like you two to get together and discuss the details."

Eberbach looked at the two men and could tell there was complete confidence between the them.  He had been expecting to work with the top man, Nelson, but it was obvious that talking to Crane was like talking to Nelson.  "Ja, I hope that we can set up the plans before you leave for California, and then I will implement them when I arrive at your submarine."

Crane was impressed by the no-nonsense attitude of the man.  He appeared to be manifestly competent at his job.  "Very well, Major; I would be happy to meet with you tomorrow to discuss your plans.  Would you like to come to our suite at the Willard so that we can be more comfortable?"

For a moment Eberbach's hackles rose, did the man think that this was to be a meeting for pleasure?  Then, the duty-obsessed man looked into the smiling hazel eyes and realized that the man was just trying to be friendly.  ***These Americans can they never stick to the task at hand?  It must be their common heritage with the English everyone knows that that pervert Lord Gloria is always trying to be friendly too friendly, if you ask me.***

Once again, Eberbach, breaking out of his reverie, realized that he was being too silent.  "Yes, Captain that would be all right.  If it is convenient for you, then I will arrive about 09 00 hours?"

Crane was not surprised that the Major would expect to meet at such an early hour, but being a military man himself, he acquiesced by saying, "Very well, I'll expect to see you then."

After that Crane managed to move away from the two men.  Normally, he liked to be with his Admiral and loved talking to him, but the Major's presence made that impossible.  Besides that, it was clear that Nelson and the Major wanted to talk further about the coming training exercises.  Crane excused himself and began to wander the room.  He knew a few people, but since the SEAVIEW was seldom based in the Washington area, almost all of the faces were unfamiliar.  Picking up a beer from the plentifully stocked bar, Crane decided to go out onto the patio and savor the evening air.

Within moments, he heard the rustle of someone approaching.  Ever cautious about the unknown creeping up on him, he whirled quickly, stopping to see the most glorious man he had ever seen.  Crane blinked his eyes several times, expecting to see the apparition in red disappear, but his luck held.  The figure did not disappear in fact, it spoke in the most appealing, beautifully modulated voice, he had ever heard.

"Hello, I'm sorry if I startled you.  I saw you enter the ballroom a few minutes ago, and I decided I just had to meet you.  I . . . well, I saw you come out here, and I thought I would take the chance that you wouldn't throw me over the patio railing."

Crane didn't know exactly what to say.  He had had many men make a play for him, but none of them had ever intrigued him like this one did.  Still, he had had years of the "don't say, don't tell" attitude of the Navy to know that he had to be cautious about his . . . preferences.

The tall blond stood waiting politely for a response.  Although he had been long out in society, he could still identify the need of some men to be reticent in their behavior.  The beautiful man in front of him was clearly one of those, and he definitely did not want to scare him off.

"Oh, please forgive me.  I should have introduced myself.  I'm Dorian Red Gloria.  I'm here to look at some of the paintings in your museums.  You have a lot of beautiful things here in America."  Lord Gloria's eyes clearly expressed his thoughts about what he considered to be beautiful, at the moment.

Crane held out his hand.  Crane was impressed by the firm handshake of the golden man.  ***Well, he might dress like a fop, but there's strength underneath that silk.  I wonder what else is under there?***  That thought stunned Crane.  ***Hey, I'm no amateur at this, I don't just fall for any guy.  Watch out, Lee Crane.***

Dorian smiled provocatively at the other man.  "I noticed you talking to an acquaintance of mine the Major.  Could I ask you who that remarkable man was talking to him?"

For a moment Crane was miffed that this gorgeous apparition had noticed Nelson.  Crane wasn't sure if he was jealous because of Lord Gloria or because of Nelson; then, Dorian re-assured him.

"You see; I have worked with the Major, on occasion, and I could see that he and this other man were in total harmony.  The Major is totally involved with his duty and the other gentleman seems to be just as devoted."

Crane smiled without realizing it.  "You certainly are good at reading people.  That's my boss, Admiral Harriman Nelson, and yes, he is devoted to serving this country and doing his duty."

Red Gloria laughed delightfully.  "Well, then you and I have something well, maybe . . .many things in common.  We are acquainted with men for whom duty is paramount.  I am afraid that the Major is often disappointed in me and my lack of devotion to duty."

Crane looked at the made up face.  ***Why did this glorious, beautiful man feel the need to mask his face with make-up?***  Looking into the blue eyes, Crane could see the mischievous twinkle lurking there, but he could also see something much deeper a hurt, a despair that was not easy to read.  ***Why does he act the fop when he's clearly not one?***

"Well, men of duty are sometimes the hardest to work with, but also the most rewarding."

***Great Crane that was a really witty remark.***

Once again, Dorian surprised Crane.  Instead of playing the fop and making a frivolous remark, Dorian had taken Crane's statement with total seriousness.  "Yes indeed, it is difficult to associate with such a man, but where would we be without them?"

Crane could see the hidden depths of pain in those crystal blue eyes.  For all his foppish ways and outrageous dress, this man knew true pain, and it made Crane want to learn more about him to help, if he could.  Surprisingly, Crane felt himself being pulled into the man's aura.

"Uh, are you familiar with Washington?"

Dorian closed his eyes for a moment, his long, blond lashes gracing the high cheek bones.  Opening his eyes as if he had made a major decision, Dorian replied, "No, I love beauty, and I'm here to do some collecting, but I haven't been to Washington in quite some time."

Crane tried to read the hidden meaning in those words and decided to take a chance.  "Would you like to take a tour of the city?  Nighttime is the best time to see the monuments lit up as well as savor the true essence of the city."

Red Gloria flashed a magnificent smile, "I would love to, but don't you have to be with your boss?"

"Well, I'm acting as his aide, but he already told me that my time was my own this evening; I just came along to this party to meet the Major so that we can make plans."

"Oh, you're going to work with the Major?"

Inherently careful, Crane's only reply was, "Something like that."

"Well, if you're sure that it's all right; I'd love to.  Do you have your own car?"

Crane frowned, remembering that he and the Admiral had arrived by limousine.  "Uh no, I came with the Admiral."

Once again Dorian's laughter lit up the patio, "Not to worry; I have my limousine here; you can just tell the driver where we must go, how is that?"

"Great!"  For a moment Crane released the full force of his million dollar smile on the tall, willowy blond and the effect was devastating even a man as worldly wise as the Earl of Gloria felt the effects.  He was secretly thankful that his red tuxedo was designed to cover his raging hard on.

It was all the blond could do not to gasp, but he was made of sterner stuff than that.  "Well, why don't you say your good-byes to the Admiral?  I'll call for the limousine and make my proper good-byes to our host.  Then, we'll be off on our adventure!"

Crane re-entered the ballroom area and saw the Admiral, talking to the Secretary of the Navy.  Crane took the opportunity to announce his plans to leave as soon as the two men parted.  Nelson smiled at his friend, "Good, good Lee.  Enjoy yourself.  We don't get much of a chance to tour Washington.  I'm planning to leave in awhile anyway so I'll see you whenever."

Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach had left Nelson's side a few minutes before.  He was not the type of man who enjoyed these frivolous, useless parties, but this had been duty.  He had tried to keep an eye on that fag Red Gloria, but had lost sight of him and that made him nervous.  ***He's probably here to see what jewels are on display tonight.  I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he doesn't try to steal one or two.  Oh well, if he does; I'll arrest him."

At that moment, however, the slender, blond figure crossed his line of sight as the Earl re-entered the ballroom, just behind Lee Crane.  Now, what had those two been doing?***

The Major moved closer to the general location of the thieving Earl, trying to hear his conversation.  It seemed the Earl was leaving.  ***Well, at least, he knows how to behave in public sometimes.  What?  He's not going to steal anything?***

From one side of the room the Major continued to watch his nemesis Dorian Red Gloria prepare to leave.  On the other side of the room, Admiral Harriman Nelson continued to watch the slender figure of his friend, Lee Crane.  Both men were stunned when the long-haired blond and the brunet met up and left the party in each other's company.

Neither the red-haired genius nor the dark-haired NATO man said or did anything, paralyzed by their shock, but the two men shared the same feelings in their hearts, the look in their eyes, and their unspoken thoughts:  ***What are those two doing together?***

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Part 2: Tourist Attractions:

Dorian Red Gloria gently placed his arm behind Lee Crane's back and guided him to a remarkable white stretch limo.  It was not one of those gaudy ones, but one that showed the definite taste of the Earl.  As they approached the car, Lord Gloria also did something strange; he introduced the chauffeur to Lee.

"Lee, I would like you to meet Bonham, my chauffeur, butler, and friend.  Bonham, this is Lee Crane.  He's going to direct us on a tour of the city."

"Very good, m'lord."  For a moment the older man looked at the beautiful, dark young man in front of him then winked -- either at the Earl or at the Captain, neither man knew which.

The interior of the car was much like its exterior, comfortable, well-equipped, and certainly it spoke of money and elegance, nothing foppish or ostentatious there.  Crane sat back in the magnificent cushions and relaxed.
 
"This is a beautiful car.  Is it yours?"

The blond gave his sparkling laugh.  "No, I wouldn't drag this monster all the way from England; I borrowed it from a friend, but I do have one or two like it at home."

All of a sudden the brunet felt uncomfortable among the wealth that was readily apparent.  He began to look around, growing increasingly dismayed at what he saw.  He was used to the wealth that the Admiral had because he never was brazenly open about it.  Harriman Nelson was clearly a working man who used his wealth to help others, what did this beautiful Englishman do with his money?

Deep blues eyes stared into hazel ones.  Dorian had had almost ten years of experience in trying to read the frozen emotions of Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach.  Lee Crane's thoughts were certainly not on Iron Klaus' level.  Dorian liked this young captain and did not want to offend him.  He was not planning to play a game with this Adonis, therefore, he decided to be as honest as he could.

"Lee, is something wrong?  Don't you like the car?"

"I'm . . . I'm just not used to such luxury.  You must be a very wealthy man."

The beautiful blue eyes seemed to be hesitant, but finally the Earl replied quietly, "I suppose I am; does that mean we can't be friends?"

That simple question both relaxed and caused Crane to tense at the same time.  This beautiful man scared the brunet.  Dorian seemed to be an ordinary person one minute and an aristocrat the next.  Trying to be honest with himself, Crane knew that his growing erection spoke of his desire for this man, but his head told him to be careful.

After a moment, Crane spoke, "I'm not sure we can be friends; our lives are so different.  I come from a middle class military family, and you have always known wealth.  It's difficult to be friends when people have such different backgrounds."

"Does money make such a difference in your world?  All my life I have been exposed to wealth, and it certainly makes it easier to obtain the beauty that I seek in this world, but that doesn't make me who I am."

"And just who are you, Dorian?"

Just at that moment the limousine arrived at the Mall.  Twinkling lights showered the area in an aura of magic.  Crane studied the young Earl's face.  His blue eyes were darting everywhere trying to take in the beauty that he was seeing.  As they continued the tour around the memorials , the blond's face became hard pressed against the darkened windows.  Dorian Red Gloria was like a child at Christmas, lost in the magic of the sights.  At that moment, Crane felt thankful that he was able to share the moment with the slender man.

For the next several minutes, neither man spoke.  Crane continued to give directions to Bonham, but the only other sounds in the car were the gasps of wonder emanating from the Earl.  It was obvious that the blond was enjoying himself immensely.  Crane sat back and watched the young man.  He had often visited Washington when he had lived on the East Coast.  Since going to the West Coast, his visits usually coincided with whatever conference or business involved Harriman Nelson.  He had rarely paid attention to the buildings and the lights.  His only concern had been to get the Admiral to the right place at the right time.  How good it felt to enjoy these national treasures through the eyes of the Englishman.

The tour continued for quite awhile but finally, the Earl sat back in his seat and looked sheepishly at Crane.  "Please forgive me; I wasn't really trying to avoid your question, but I guess I was dazzled by all that beauty. I'm sorry."

Crane sat quietly watching the still glowing face, his hazel eyes taking in the beauty of the man.  The image of the nude body of this beauty stretched out across a bed of red silken sheets entered Crane's mind.  Abruptly, Crane sat forward, trying to shake the image from his thoughts.  That way led to trouble.  The Captain was grateful that the car was now dark because he could feel the blush on his face.

"Is something the matter, Lee?"

***I wonder what you would say if I told you?***  "Nothing, I was just surprised to see your enjoyment.  I guess it's like so many things; we, Americans, take our landmarks for granted and don't see them the way others see them."

Dorian's beautiful laugh could be heard in the dark.  "That's so true; do you know how many Englishmen have never been to the Tate Gallery or even Trafalgar Square?  I guess that's an affliction that every nation suffers from apathy towards your own treasures."

"Is that why you're into collecting?  Is that why you need such a large car?"

Dorian laughed again. "Well, it certainly is a good idea.  I am a lover of beauty, and I have been blessed with the money to acquire some of this beauty.   There are two places that I really would like to go."  Suddenly, the curly blond switched gears, "How long are you going to be in Washington?"

Covering his surprise, Crane replied, "Well, the Admiral's planning to conclude his business the day after tomorrow.  We'll fly out on Thursday."

"That's wonderful; would you be able to be my guest tomorrow?  I'm planning to visit the Smithsonian Institute and the National Gallery of Art."

"Well, I have to meet with Major Eberbach in the morning, but I'm sure I will be free in the afternoon."

"You have an appointment with the major?  Won't that be fun?  He doesn't like me very much, but I do serve a purpose.  Do you think you can come?"

Wondering about this piece of information, Crane filed it in the back of his mind since he was too polite to inquire further.  "Of course, but what is it you want to see?"

"Well, I'm fascinated by beauty as I told you and you Americans have two British possessions that I think should be returned to their home."

Lee smiled, "Oh and what are those?"

"Well, the Hope Diamond and Claude Monet's, 'Houses of Parliament'."

Crane sat aghast for a moment; then he could see in the gloom that he was being teased so he played along.  "Well, I don't know much about such things, but wasn't the Hope Diamond found in southern Africa and isn't Claude Monet French?"

Red Gloria stuck out a delightfully pouty bottom lip, "Oh do you have to be so technical; you're just like the Major."

Both men sobered quickly as the image of the stern-faced Major came to mind.  Crane decided to take a chance.  "It must be difficult to work with a man like that."

Lord Gloria seemed suddenly to lose some of his composure.  "Lee, I like you very much, and I would like to be your friend so I really don't think you want to hear about the Major and me."

"Why not?"

After a moment's hesitation, Dorian continued, "I . . .I don't think you would like me very much if I told you everything.  I'm not really a very nice person to know."

Crane could see the unshed tears in the gorgeous blue eyes; his mind was in a quandary.  What could be so bad that the man would say that?  Finally, Crane responded, "I have done some things in my life that I'm not very proud of.  My Exec is always telling me that I take the weight of the world on my back in guilt.  He always tells me to share what I'm feeling, and it will lighten the load.  I consider that good advice.  I would consider it an honor if you would trust me enough to share whatever you want with me."

For a moment, the Earl of Gloria hesitated, his body suddenly feeling drained of resistance.  His brief life hid so much unhappiness; then in a soft but firm voice, he asked,

"And what would you think of me, my dear Captain, if I told you that I had sex with a much older man when I was age 14 and that I only did it to be able to get my hands on a painting?"
 

Part 3: Getting to Know You

German Embassy, Washington, D.C.:  23 00 hours

Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach marched over to Admiral Harriman Nelson's side.  Both men had seen Lee Crane and Dorian Red Gloria leave the party together.  Nelson could tell immediately that the NATO officer was fuming.  Eberbach's brown eyes were flashing with anger and something else.

"Admiral Nelson, how is it possible that you would permit your Captain to leave with that . . . that thief. . . that security risk?"
Although Nelson was also dismayed about seeing his friend with the beautiful Lord Gloria, Nelson managed to somewhat hide his emotions.  "I'm sorry, Major, but I didn't had time to explain the situation to Captain Crane.  He doesn't know about the Earl's security status or that he's a thief.  I didn't get the chance to talk with him after he met the Earl."

"Mein Gott, what if some information is exchanged?"

For a moment, Nelson hesitated because he was confused about who the militaristic Major was more worried about?  "Major Eberbach, Lee Crane has an extremely high security clearance.  He would never reveal information about the NATO exercises, and why should Lord Gloria be interested, if he is a thief?  The coldness in the reply caused Iron Klaus to retreat slightly.  He had forgotten that he was not speaking to one of his alphabets or that addle-brained chief of his.

"I am afraid that I have not explained the situation to you very well.  Lord Gloria is a thief.  He started at this behavior when he was in his teens, but he is very skilled and there have been occasions when NATO has had the need of such a man.  When this is necessary, I act as . . . liaison between him and NATO."

Nelson's blue eyes searched the dark eyes deeply.  He could see there were more than just the words the Major had uttered but he didn't know what they meant.  He gave an internal shudder at the political machinations that he and Lee Crane seemed to have become involved in. With a quiet, "I see," the Admiral moved away from the vicinity of any possible listeners.

"Major, I think you better tell me everything.  Lee Crane is not only the Captain of the SEAVIEW but my close friend.  I do not want him caught up in a political war between you and . . . well, whomever.

Major Eberbach's back bristled.  He was not used to being spoken to in this way.  If any of his alphabets had dared to do so, they would have been on their way to Alaska within the hour.  Nevertheless, this was a four star Admiral and owner of the submarine that he had been given security duty for . . . and everyone knew that Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach always did his duty.  He did not work well with Americans, but he would not allow this to cause him to fail.

Nevertheless, the Major tried one more time to explain to the Admiral the seriousness of the situation.  "Admiral Nelson, at 0900 hours tomorrow, I will meet with your Captain; if I am not completely satisfied as to his part in the upcoming NATO exercises, it is my responsibility to replace the Captain so that there will be no hint of a security leak while your submarine is operating in the North Sea or participating in the Kiel Canal tests."

Now Nelson's total attention was on the German's face.  The man's gaze was implacable as Harriman Nelson's famous Irish temper was barely  kept in check.  In a quiet voice, dripping with icicles, Nelson responded.  "Major, I trust Lee Crane with my life.  His integrity is without question.  I do not know you, so until you can present me with proof that Dorian Red Gloria is this security threat that you say, I suggest you think carefully before issuing anymore threats."

For once, the Major remained quiet, his nose pinched slightly with anger, trying to hold back his temper.  Admiral Harriman Nelson was world famous and while normally the Major paid no attention to titles, and fame, he realized that to antagonize Nelson would not help. After a moment, he replied, "I have studied the record of Commander Crane as part of the background information on the officers involved.  He has a good record, and I am well aware of your Navy's attitude towards men of a certain . . .social preference.  Lord Gloria is blatant in his behavior in this way, and I did not think that it would be good at this time for the two men to be seen together.  Forgive me, if I tried to alert you to this threat."

"You mean that Lord Gloria is gay?"

 "A pervert is another word and perhaps more reliable, but yes."

 "What does that have to do with my Captain?  Surely, even in Germany one man can spend the evening in another man's company without a label being attached?  Besides, if the Earl can't be trusted, why does NATO employ him?"

Eberbach's back became even straighter than before.  "I warn you for the good of yourself, your Captain, and the coming exercises; Lord Gloria should have no contact with you."  With that the Major clicked his heels, nodded his head slightly and headed towards the doorway.

Harriman Nelson watched the soldier leave, sighing.  He realized that he had a blistering headache, but he knew that he would have to confront Lee as soon as possible.  ***Lee, Lee, Lee.  What were you thinking?  Oh well, when you get back to the suite tonight, I'll tell you about that beautiful blond and then everybody will be happy – I hope!"

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Pennsylvania Avenue – near the Willard Hotel; 24 00 hours

Dorian Red Gloria sat quietly, watching the beautiful man seated next to him.  He had thrown a bombshell into their conversation and now the ball was clearly in Lee Crane's court.  For several minutes, the brunet said nothing but he did not shy away from examining the blond's beautiful face and sad eyes.  Finally, Crane spoke.

"Why do you play the fop when you are not one?"

Dorian's magnificent blue eyes widened slightly; his amazement clearly showing on his face.  Then he smiled slightly.  ***Aha, my dear Captain; you have obviously decided that the best defense is an offense.  Well let's see where this leads.***
In his well-modulated voice, the Earl replied seductively, "In my world, Commander, my foppish behavior is accepted, because I have money.  I guess you could say that I play to my audience; well, that is to everybody but the Major and now to you."

"Do you work for NATO?  You said that you work for the Major sometimes; what does that mean?"

Dorian's eyes became guarded, but he had decided he could trust this man so the truth was going to be laid before him – could he take it?

"Commander, I am a thief.  I have been a thief since my teens.  I steal beauty, and I am very good at it.  Over the years I have developed a reputation for success and even a name among my peers.  Thanks to my . . .talents . . . various organizations have requested my . . . shall we say services. . . and NATO is one of them."

Dorian looked deep into the hazel eyes and saw several emotions, including anger, pain, and something very much resembling compassion.  Did Crane really understand?

"Lord Gloria, why did you mention your activities when you were 14?  Was it a test for me?  If I answer in the wrong way, will I be exiled from your presence forever?  I am a practical man; I have to be in my profession.  I can't afford to be careless, and I definitely can't afford to play the fool so let's stop playing games.  My past isn't lily pure, and certainly my . . . uh social preferences could ruin my career, so I am not the one to judge you.  I find it difficult to understand your choice when you were 14, but I would certainly never condemn you for that.  You said that you were not a nice person to know.  Well, I want you to understand that you are condemning yourself, not me.  I would prefer to know you better before making any decisions."

Crane had run out of breath after that uncharacteristic lengthy speech, so he took a deep breath and waited.  Looking around, he also realized that the limousine was now sitting a just around the corner from the Willard Hotel.  ***Well, I guess this is a no-so-gentle hint that I failed the test, and that I better get out.***

Crane reached over to open the rear door to the limousine when the blond spoke up, "I'm sorry, Lee.  I have had many men occupy my bed since I was 14, but I'm not that young bed hopper any longer.  I . . . I only ask those who I like, not just anybody.  I know the Major would say that I haven't changed at all, that I'm still that pervert, fag, whatever name he's using this week, but I'm just a man, and I would like to get to know you better. . . .if that's what you want?"

Dorian's beautiful voice sounded as if it were breaking, but he didn't break down.  He leaned back into the soft cushions and waited for Lee Crane's response.

Lee Crane had been a private man all his life, and while he had taken lovers, they had been very few.  He knew the risk he was running, but the loneliness he saw in those beautiful blue eyes was something he understood readily.  He treasured his friendship with Harriman Nelson, but he knew in his heart that it would never blossom beyond that.

He wanted badly to share some time, some companionship with the man beside him, but he had to ask one more question.
"Lord Gloria, what is the Major to you?"

For a moment, Red Gloria looked puzzled; then, his face cleared; he realized what the man beside him was really asking.  Dorian knew in that moment that he was facing the test that Crane had so neatly laid before him.  Sighing, the Earl responded, "I met the Major many years ago when he was working on a case about a young college professor.  I don't know the exact moment when it occurred, but I fell in love with him and. . . I continue to love him to this day."

The Earl dropped his head to his chest and waited.  The silence was thick in the car.  Dorian felt his heart almost beating out of his chest.  Had he pushed more honesty at the Captain than he could stand?  As the seconds crept by, the blond's hopes died, ***he can't accept. . .***.  Suddenly, the Earl's right hand was picked up, gentle lips kissing the palm of the hand.  Looking up into the glorious hazel eyes and, comforting smile, Dorian knew he had been accepted.  Still, the Earl's early dealings with lovers and other bedroom denizens made him hesitate.  He had to know exactly where he stood.  He had loved the Major for almost ten years, and in all that time, he had taken fewer and fewer lovers to his bed.  If he was to do so with this beautiful man, he had to be sure of the brunet's feelings.

"Lee, may I ask you a question?"

"For a moment, Crane hesitated.  Dorian had answered his questions with amazing honesty, but part of his life was not his own.  A momentary vision of Harriman Nelson crossed his thoughts.  He had taken an oath of secrecy and nothing would make him break that oath.  "I will try, as long as it doesn't violate my pledge of silence on top secret matters."

In a repetition of Crane's recent question, Dorian queried, "Commander Crane, what is the Admiral to you?"

Lee Crane erected all of his long-held barriers immediately.  The question went right to the heart of his most private soul.  No one except Chip Morton had even guessed at Lee Crane's feelings for his Admiral.  He had hidden the truth in the deepest part of his soul and only took it out to bathe in its warmth when his spirit needed renewing, regeneration, and now this fragile-looking beauty asked him to reveal those feelings.  Crane refused.

"My relationship with the Admiral is boss and subordinate.  I have known him since the Academy, and I guess I have put him on a pedestal.  I admire him more than any other person in the world.  I will say nothing more."

Crane drew a gasp when he saw the incredible despair that entered the depths of the brilliant, blue eyes.  He had never seen such hurt before.  He felt as if an abyss was opening up underneath him.  Without saying a word in response, Dorian flicked a button which accessed the front of the limousine.  "Bonham, will you please drop off Commander Crane at the Willard Hotel."

Lee Crane shouted, "Wait!"  He looked into the blue eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when the blond quietly repeated the command to Bonham.  The white limousine stopped

"For a moment, you sounded just like my Major, he too denies that he has feelings."

Crane dropped his head for a moment.  He felt ashamed of his behavior.  He was not ashamed of his love for the Admiral, but he was so used to hiding his feelings that it had become natural to deny them even to himself.

"I'm sorry; I wasn't telling the truth.  I met Admiral Nelson at the Naval Academy; then, I served with him on the NAUTILUS. . . I have loved him for a very long time."

The blond curls nodded slightly, "I assume you have not made your feelings known?"

Crane shook his head sadly.  "I'm afraid of losing his friendship.  He is totally straight and has no interest in  . . . me.  I've said nothing."

A whispered, "I see," was the Earl's only immediate response.  Once again he clicked the intercom with the front, "Bonham, the St. Gregory, please."

The limousine re-entered traffic.  The two men in the rear looked at each other.  Finally, Crane broke the silence, "I . . .I don't understand."

With devastating frankness, Dorian's blue eyes looked into the brunet's hazel eyes.  "Lee Crane, I would like very much to sleep with you tonight.  Loneliness is a terrible thing, and if companionship is the only thing that you can give me; then, I will enjoy that, but I want you in my arms. . . if it's all right with you?"

In answer, Crane lifted his left hand and gently caressed the Earl's pale, alabaster cheek.  The blond closed his eyes, absorbing the delicious caress of this amazing man.  Dorian knew that this would be the only time, but he was willing to take what Crane offered.
Within minutes the limousine arrived in front of the St. Gregory.  The St. Gregory was one of the luxury hotels of Washington.  It was old world and comfortable – not what Crane would have thought the Earl would prefer.  Its architecture and décor pleased the taste of the art-loving Earl.  With a grace that came naturally the two slender, young men walked into the hotel.  Lee Crane's eyes wandered over the luxurious décor.  In the whisk of a second, the elevator arrived at the Earl of Gloria's floor.  When the two men entered the suite that Red Gloria occupied, Crane was surprised.  It was certainly a beautiful room, but once again it was not ostentatious or gaudy.

Looking at the beautiful, red tuxedoed man, Crane's eyebrows rose in a question.  Dorian laughed.  He so enjoyed astonishing this gorgeous man.  "Are you surprised?  Just because I look and dress like a fop doesn't mean I like that in my living area.  I don't have to put on a show in the privacy of my home or wherever I dwell."

The two men were less than three foot away from each other.  For a brief second, they stood looking at each, strangely shy; then, the golden figure held out his arms and the brunet entered the embrace.  The two men stood in complete intimacy, holding each other tenderly.  They both understood this joining, this need, but both men were also naturally cautious.  Finally, Lee Crane stepped back a bare inch, looking into the sparkling cerulean blue eyes.  He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the other man's mouth.
The kiss lasted forever and yet not long enough.

The kiss had done its job, however, because the physical and mental boundaries were broken.  Dorian began to nuzzle the beautiful neck exposed after his long, beautiful fingers had gently removed the black bow tie that had been holding the white shirt closed.
It seemed as if the Earl could not get enough of the neck.  Quickly, the buttons were almost ripped open so that the half-hard nipples were exposed.  Dorian's mouth immediately sealed around first one and then other nipple until they became like tiny buds of physical need.

Crane's tuxedo jacket was quickly removed so that his upper body was exposed to the hungry eyes of the blond.  Then, Red Gloria's hands were everywhere, caressing, pinching lightly, holding the glorious body that he had desired since Crane had entered the ballroom only a few short hours before.  Crane drew the blond back up to his mouth, begging to be allowed to enter Dorian's sensuous lips.  With total abandonment, the Earl gave himself over to the slender figure.

Now, it was Crane's turn to disrobe the blond beauty.  The red tuxedo was form-fitting, but Crane had no trouble disrobing his lover.  Crane devoured each earlobe, relishing in the wonderful rose scent of the man.  The essence that was Dorian tantalized and enticed the Captain until he could no longer control himself.  With a show of strength that was nothing short of amazing, Crane picked up the blond and carried him into the bedroom.  Within seconds, the two men had each other disrobed, their bodies already soaked with sweat.

Dorian lay on his back with the glorious body of Lee Crane spread along his length, their cocks thrusting against each other.  Crane buried his nose into the long, sweet smelling blond hair, whispering various endearments over and over.  The need in the two men was so great that they reached climax quickly.  As their male essence spewed out of their softening cocks, they held onto to each other as if they were glued together.

Panting, sweating, and sticky, they finally returned to some lucidity.  Hazel eyes stared into blue eyes.  The blond reached between them, wiping his forefinger in their shared cream.  He then licked the pearly mixture from his finger and smiled.  Crane slid off of the lighter boned man.  He smiled, kissing the beautiful mouth.  Then he turned his attention to licking some of the ejaculate off the flat stomach of his lover.

"Thank you," murmured the sleepy voice of Dorian Red Gloria.  Shyly he smiled, "I enjoyed that very much.  You were wonderful."
Crane smiled a rare smile of total pleasure.  "You are so beautiful.  Are you all right?"

Dorian was startled but pleased by Crane's concern.  Very seldom in his early sexual escapades had his partner ever been concerned about his physical condition - - even the man who had sex with him when he was 14.  Dorian learned very early in life the difference between having sex and making love and for the most part, his affairs had only been for sex.  He told himself that this was just another physical intimacy, but it had been a very long time since he felt this way with a bed partner.

"I feel wonderful; thank you, Lee.  Let me get something to wipe us off with."

Lee Crane watched the pale body walk to the bathroom.  The Earl had a natural grace that made watching him a delight.  ***He should only wear skin tight clothes - - what he does for them!***

The Earl returned, totally undisturbed by his nudity.  He smiled at Crane as he carefully wiped away the sweat and semen which covered Crane's groin.  "You are so beautiful; have you ever thought of becoming a model?"

"Me?  The long, blond curls shook in amazement.  "Of course not.  Why would anybody pay to see me wear clothes?"
Crane held out his long arms.  Dorian immediately entered his loving embrace.  "You are too modest, my beauty.  Your face alone, on a magazine cover would send all the men and women into a frenzy of sexual orgy."

"Lee Crane, you are the beautiful one.  I don't see how your crew keeps their hands off you.  If I were one of them, you couldn't walk by me without receiving pinch marks."

The two men hugged each other, wanting to feel skin upon skin.  Within minutes both were asleep, but within an hour they woke again.  Throughout the remainder of the night, they made love two more times.  Each coupling was something special and memorable.  Finally, however, Crane had to get up to return to the Willard.  He took a quick shower to remove some of the aroma of sex and sweat from his body.

"I wish I could stay, but you know who is going to be there at 09 00."

Dorian's long blond hair was buried in the brunet's shoulder so he only nodded.  "What is Admiral Nelson going to say?"
Red Gloria did not see Crane's face when he replied, "What can he say?  I'm certainly old enough to make my own decisions, and I was on my own time.  Don't worry."

Crane's fingers lifted the perfectly shaped chin and gave the luscious, sensuous lips another lingering kiss.  "I have got to go or I will not be there for your Major's arrival.  Remember I'll call after he's left so that we can meet for your grand tour of the Smithsonian and the National Gallery."

Dorian smiled shyly, "I'll be waiting.  Remember that the Major is German and sexually inhibited so don't try your charms on him.  He's not as easy as I am."  With those words, the Earl of Gloria gave his golden smile that removed any sting from the words.
Crane walked down the hallway to the elevator, turning to wave good-bye to the golden figure.  Only when he turned to enter the elevator did his thoughts turn to his reception from the Admiral and to the arrival of Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach, the man his lover loved.
 

Part 4a: Testing Dangerous Waters

It was 07 30 hours and four star Admiral Harriman Nelson was already pacing.  He looked at his watch for the twentieth time.  Why hadn't Lee Crane returned to the hotel suite last night?  Harriman Nelson was not a naïve man.  He knew very well where his gorgeous friend had spent the night.  In his heart of hearts, he knew exactly what would happen when the tall, slender blond and his handsome Captain left the Embassy party, but he had assumed that Lee would at least return sometime last night or early this morning.

Exhaustion penetrated to Nelson's bones.  He had returned from the Embassy around 24 00 hours, expecting to have to confront Lee with the unappealing news that the Earl of Gloria was a security risk which meant that the two men could not see each other, but that had not happened because the brunet had never returned.  Nelson looked at his watch again.  If Lee didn't get there in the next few minutes, Nelson would have to leave without explaining the situation to him.

Nelson had slept very little the night before, and the lack of sleep was not helping his temper.  He had made an early morning appointment with the Secretary of the Navy, and Nelson knew that Crane would not miss his appointment with the Major from NATO, scheduled for 09 00 hours.  What a meeting that would be if Nelson wasn't able to explain Lord Gloria's status before the head strong German arrived.

Nelson sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead much like Lee Crane did when he was disturbed about something.  The red haired Admiral knew that the real reason he was totally exhausted no, not just exhausted but drained was because his hopes of establishing an intimate relationship with his beloved friend had shattered as he saw the two gorgeous men leave the party in each other's company.

Nelson had loved the slender brunet since the Academy but had always hesitated to reveal his feelings for fear that his friend would abandon their friendship in repugnance at the very thought of the older Nelson wanting to enter into a sexual relationship with a subordinate.  Now, it was too late.  If Lee and the Earl had become lovers, why would Lee Crane seek an older man who could not hope to compete with the young, handsome, virile Earl of Gloria?

Once again the Admiral looked at his watch.  His appointment was in a half hour so he would have to leave almost immediately.  At that moment, however, Nelson heard the door of the suite opening.  Walking out of the master bedroom, Nelson halted in the shared sitting room, stunned by the beauty of the late arriving Lee Crane.  Crane looked amazingly disheveled since his tuxedo tie was loose and the jacket was not buttoned.  His five o'clock shadow was noticeable, but that dark fringe on the golden face made the man even more desirable.
 
"Lee?"

"Admiral?"  Crane looked startled to see his Admiral up and dressed at this time of morning.  "Is something wrong?"

Nelson was sorely tempted to allow his Irish temper to run rampant and yell at the young man, "Yes, did you go to bed with him?  Did you forget I might want to see you, talk to you, love you?", but Nelson said none of that.  "Lee, I have a 08 00 hours appointment with the Secretary of the Navy so I have to leave.  I need to tell you something first, however.  Major Eberbach will be here at 09 00 as you know.  He's going to tell you about . . . well, the Earl of Gloria's status it seems he's a security risk or something.  He's a thief and well, I think the Major is concerned about you associating with the Earl.  He has the authority to prohibit anyone on board the SEAVIEW during the upcoming exercises so I want you to be prepared."

Silence invaded the room.  Nelson could see the icebergs floating in the hazel eyes of his friend.  He knew that Lee wouldn't take the news well, but he had to know the situation.

Crane just started to speak when there was a knock on the door.  As Nelson opened the door, the Secretary of the Navy's chauffeur identified himself to Nelson.  Nelson knew that he had to leave then, but he was concerned about Lee.  Turning around, Nelson said, "Lee, I have to leave now, but I would like to talk to you when I get back.  I don't know how long this is going to take, but I would appreciate it if you could take some time for a talk.  The Flying Sub will pick us up at 06 00 tomorrow morning so we really won't have time then."

The frost in the hazel eyes did not thaw, but Crane did nod his head, "Aye, sir."

With that Nelson left, his stocky body and nerves taut like violin strings.  Nelson felt like one more incident would cause his famous composure to snap.

Lee Crane stood looking at the closed door for several seconds.  Then, he closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face.  Although he had taken a shower at Lord Gloria's, he had not really cleaned up and the oh-so-correct Major would be there in a little over an hour.  Crane luxuriated in the beating water of the shower.  He stood under it for several minutes until his muscles began to relax.  His thoughts turned to the beautiful body of the slender Earl of Gloria.  Their lovemaking had been slow and comforting, fast and hard, and finally lingering as if both of them understood that these were the final minutes of their relationship, as indeed it was.  Both men loved someone else, but that night had given something back to the two lovers, something that they had lost in their longing for their unrequited loves.

After shaving and dressing carefully in his uniform, Crane drank some coffee and spent a few minutes looking over the plans of the SEAVIEW for the upcoming meeting with the formidable Major.  Right on the dot of 09 00 a knock was heard.  Expecting nothing less of Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach, Crane walked briskly to the door and opened it.  What he did not expect was the gun barrel of a .44 Magnum pointing directly at his forehead.

For a moment Crane stood stunned, then he managed to glimpse at the single hand that held the gun.  The strange thought entered Crane's mind about how the gunman was able to hold such a weapon in one hand; then Crane looked into the steel-hard eyes of the NATO Major and knew such a feat was commonplace for him.  Taking a deep sigh but making no other moves, Crane asked quietly, "Is there something wrong?"

For a moment the Major said nothing; then in a slightly more pronounced German accent than usual, he replied, "Stay away from Lord Gloria."

For a moment Lee Crane was totally mystified about the reason this ruthless man would make such a demand.  Even if Dorian was the "security threat" that the Admiral had indicated, why would the Major behave in such a way?  Then, Crane looked into the depths of the icy dark eyes, and he saw his answer.  There was, of course, anger and suspicion, but there was also another emotion that Lee Crane recognized immediately.  It was an emotion that he felt every time some man or woman talked to Harriman Nelson the emotion written on those forbidding eyes was - - jealousy!

Crane knew that he had to remain calm.  This man was perfectly capable of taking this situation to its ultimate.  He was also capable of removing him from command in the upcoming exercises so Crane had to tread lightly.   Stepping back slightly, he pushed the door behind him open and asked politely, "Won't you come in?"

For a moment the Major hesitated; then, he lowered his weapon and re-holstered it.  Walking into the suite, he looked around.  "The Admiral is not here?"

***Aaaah, even the Major is nervous about his behavior around the Admiral!***  "Uh No, he isn't Major.  He had an early morning meeting with some government officials about the exercises."

Eberbach nodded silently, but Crane could tell that he had relaxed slightly.  Apparently Crane had handled the situation correctly.  The Major did not admire weakness in anyone, especially in himself so Crane's behavior had worked to his advantage in the eyes of the Major.

"Won't you sit down?  I have the plans to the SEAVIEW so if you would like to look them over while I get us something to drink?"  Crane spread the blue prints out.  He had made several notations about security on them.  The Major immediately fell to examining them minutely.

Crane returned within a few minutes with a percolator of extremely strong coffee.  He figured that the Major would only drink it that way.  Eberbach picked up the cup and drank it straight down even though it was very hot; then he looked up with his startlingly perceptive eyes and in a deadly whisper asked, "Did you sleep with him last night?"

Crane sat holding the look for a long moment.  He could see the rabid jealousy, the pain, lurking in the hidden depths of the Major's eyes.  Then, he tried to answer, "Major, normally I would answer your question with 'It's none of your business,' but the Admiral has told me about the situation with the Earl of Gloria's security status so I know that it is your concern.  The answer to your question is yes."

For a millisecond the Major's eyes widened in anger; then, he closed his eyes to hide the immense hurt they revealed.  Nevertheless, Lee Crane understood the reaction perfectly and made a startling decision.  "Major, Lord Gloria told me a great deal about himself.  He also explained his 'occupation' and his status with NATO.  I won't pretend to understand the whole situation, but I can swear to you that no information about the NATO exercises was exchanged.  The Earl would never do anything to endanger your mission.

Eberbach immediately raised his head and said firmly, "He is always interfering in my missions.  He . .  he cannot stay out of them.  He is always there."

Crane smiled with empathy, "Perhaps he does, but does he do so to hurt the mission or . . . or to help you?  I think he is very fond of you."

Suddenly, the Major shouted, "Nein, the pervert is always telling me that he loves me; I have done nothing to encourage this, why does he do so?  Why does he take you to his bed, if he cares for me?"

Crane waited for the Major gulping gasps for breath quieted; then he spoke in the most reassuring voice he could muster.  "Major, I have been in the military all my life.  It is one of the most rewarding experiences a person can have, but it can also be one of the loneliest.  I am sure that I am not telling you anything you do not understand.  Some of us can only go so long without the need of human comfort.  Some of us are stronger, but we are all human.  For many years, I have devoted myself to my country and my duty just as you have.  Sometimes we find love and sometimes it is a love that we can't readily admit to.  Lord Gloria and I shared one night of comfort together.  Loneliness was held back one more day.  Please don't blame him for that.  He spoke of his feelings for you, and I could see the depths of his pain.  If you must blame anyone, blame me."

The Major nodded.  "Your candor is accepted.  I wish to ask, however, if you have plans to see the Earl again?"

"The Earl and I are planning to visit the Smithsonian Institute and the National Gallery this afternoon."

"Was ist der Grund fur dies?"  Eberbach looked at the puzzled look on Crane's face and said, "Why does he wish to go there?"

Lee smiled, "Well, he said he loves beauty, and he wanted to see the Hope Diamond and Monet's painting, 'The Houses of Parliament.'

"Der Dieb!"

Crane laughed, "No, I don't think so, Major.  I don't think he would be so bold to thieve something like that.  Could it be, Major that he likes to tweak you?"

"I do not comprehend this word."

"Tweak means to provoke.  I think the Earl knows that you are dedicated to your duty and your ideals.  It's obvious that the Earl is very loyal to you, but  . . . well, maybe he just wants you to enjoy life a bit and so he says and does things to provoke you somewhat you know to get a reaction from you?  Maybe, that's why he shows up on your missions. He worries about you."

The German was silent for several seconds; then he replied, "Ja.  I have told him many times to stay out of my business unless requested, but he does not listen."

"Admiral Nelson has accused me of the same thing.  Now, how about some more coffee and then would you tell me your security plans?"

The rest of the morning was spent in relative calm.  Eberbach explained the security arrangements that would be needed with Crane explaining various adjustments that would be needed within the realm of the SEAVIEW's structure.  The Major left after a few hours.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the company of Dorian Red Gloria.  It was an interesting afternoon.  Both men enjoyed each other.  It was pleasant to be able to see the many wonderful treasures the US possessed, but it was even more enjoyable to be able to talk freely with someone like the Earl.  Crane was glad that he had spent such a glorious time with the beautiful blond because he was not looking forward to his talk with the Admiral.  He knew that he had hurt the Admiral by not returning to the hotel last night, but the red haired scientist usually was too busy to become involved in his Captain's personal life so why was he now?

When Crane entered the suite, Nelson was waiting for him.  The two men looked at each other with apprehension and something more.  Crane could tell that his boss was making a valiant effort to hold onto his temper, but the anger was clearly there when the scientist began speaking, "Why didn't you tell me you were going out?  I cut short a dinner with some friends to return here to talk to you?"

"I'm sorry; you didn't mention your plans so I thought I was free to make my own plans."

"I told you that I wanted to talk to you."

"Yes, but I thought you meant later this evening or something; I misunderstood."

For a moment, the blue eyes shuttered, then Nelson took a deep breath and queried, "Is everything arranged with Eberbach?"

"Yes sir, he will fly out to California and inspect the SEAVIEW on Friday before our sailing on Sunday.  He's bringing three of his alphabets to help put all the security features in place, but he will be the only one sailing with us to the North Sea.  In the first part of the exercise, the SEAVIEW will essentially be acting as a referee in the exercises.  In the second part of the exercise, SEAVIEW will be acting as the target for a mock terrorist attack on a capital ship navigating the Kiel Canal."

For the next several minutes, the two men discussed the SEAVIEW's part in the NATO exercises.  Both men knew that the deeper discussion of Crane's relationship with the Earl of Gloria still had to be resolved if possible, but the two men now had a mission to concentrate on and that came first.

The next morning, the Admiral and the Captain flew back to Santa Barbara to prepare the SEAVIEW for the advent of Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach and his alphabets.  The Major proved to be a Master Taskmaster, working his men with a will that would have made his tank commander father proud.

By early Sunday morning, the crew, the SEAVIEW, and its security were ready.  At 14 00 hours the gray lady slipped from her berth on the way to the cold North Sea.

Part 4b: Testing Deadly Waters

The voyage to the North Sea was totally routine in the waters outside the great titanium hull.  The atmosphere, however, inside the hull was anything but as usual.  Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach kept everyone on their toes the entire voyage.  He did nothing obvious, but he made his presence felt everywhere and at any time of the day.  The man was a workaholic, and he made sure that the crew knew he could see everything that went on even through the titanium and aluminum hulls.

During the days of the voyage, the Major made 124 enemies and one admirer.  The entire crew, almost to a man, cringed each time they heard the stomp of the man through the corridors of their beloved ship, but the red-haired creator of the gray lady began to feel an empathy for the man; his dedication to duty and NATO was a sight to be admired.  Admiral Harriman Nelson was the first to admit that his crew and officers did not need the presence of the Major to be reminded of the security that was necessary for the upcoming exercises, but the zeal with which the German carried out his work stirred his fellow workaholic's heart.  The two men, Admiral and Major, shared their dedication to duty, patriotism, and their respective countries, but they also shared respectively a love, albeit unspoken, for the gorgeous forms of a short-haired brunet and a curly, long-haired blond.

Fortunately for everyone involved, the first part of the tests went well.  The SEAVIEW was at its station in the North Sea in plenty of time, and its work as a referee for the first exercises went well.  The NATO ships involved accomplished their tasks with relentless supervision by the SEAVIEW and the other referee-designated ships.  With a collected-sigh of relief, the entire crew of the SEAVIEW prepared for the much more difficult task of being the test target for the navigation of the Kiel Canal.  The canal had been constructed in 1895 to connect the North Sea with the Baltic Sea.  Its necessity was more than proven in subsequent years when the ships of the Imperial German Fleet used it to traverse the Schleswig-Holstein area more rapidly than going around the Danish peninsula to gain access to the North Sea.

Now, in an age where terrorism was a constant threat and the Cold War could easily become hot, the Canal was deemed to be a target for various elements.  NATO had decided to check the canal's defenses, and the SEAVIEW had been chosen to be the target.  NATO's 16 member nations had pledged to protect each other from foreign attack, but Klaus von dem Eberbach was personally determined that the German branch of NATO would not permit any threat to reach the great submarine.  To this end, he worked tirelessly, and his spare form suffered as a result.  Lack of sleep and constant work did nothing to improve his notorious temper, and since he did not have his alphabets to threaten with Alaskan exile, his bottled-up temper preyed on his sleep and his nerves.  Countless renditions of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'* did nothing to alleviate his insomnia.

Nevertheless, the Kiel Canal test went well.  The Major's security worked to perfection when the "terrorists" attacked the fabulous ship as it navigated the 61 miles of the canal.  When the gray lady finally pulled into its berth in the great harbor at Kiel, everyone breathed a second sigh of relief.  Congratulations were spread around to everyone, but the Major seemed to take his part in stride, promptly listing a few minor adjustments that would be needed.

That evening the entire crew was rewarded with shore leave in the beautiful city of Kiel.  Strangely, the Major was relaxed enough to invite the Captain and Admiral to dinner at one of the landmark restaurants of the city.  Normally, the Major never fraternized with Americans if he could help it, but his time on board the SEAVIEW had worn away some of his more caustic edges so that he felt this was an opportunity to introduce the two men to the home brew that was offered at the Klosterbrauerei.

It was a beautiful evening in the old city so the officers accepted with alacrity.  The evening was pleasant and the native drink was enjoyed by all.  The Major and the Admiral dominated the conversation which was to be expected.  Eberbach's suspicions of Lee Crane were still alive and well, but he had come to realize the expertise of the American Captain and had decided to suppress his hurt.  A German NATO agent did not let his personal feelings interfere with his duty.  After all, how could any man ignore Dorian Red Gloria when he was at his seductive best that is, with the exception of Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach?

Therefore, as the three men walked to the limousine from the cozy restaurant, no one was thinking of anything but the pleasant hours recently spent together.  The three men got into the car.  Lee Crane had volunteered to drive so that the Admiral and Major could continue their discussion of the merits of various types of tanks used in recent and not so recent unpleasantries when shots rang out.  Crane turned quickly to see what was going on in the back seat; then, he had to duck rapidly as several shots made holes in the front windshield.  Luckily, the glass did not shatter, and soon Crane heard the response of the .44 magnum.  Then, Crane's blood froze as he heard a gasp from the rear seat, a gasp that clearly was emitted from the man he adored.

"Admiral," Crane shouted in a panic, but he received no response except a groan.  The magnum barked again; then all Crane could discern as he tried to see what was going on in the back seat was red the red that was only made by blood, and it was covering the two men behind him.

The brunet tried to get out of the driver's side door, but was pinned down.  Deciding to take the risk, he started to open the driver's side door when he noticed that only silence could be heard.  Were the gunmen getting ready to rush the car?  Indeed, Crane could hear the running footsteps of several individuals coming towards the car.  Crane reached over the back to try to grab the Major's gun when suddenly someone knocked on the window of the back door.  The Captain prepared himself to defend both men, when he suddenly recognized the face the haunted face of Dorian Red Gloria and another blond individual.  Crane quickly opened the door.  Red Gloria only had eyes for the fallen Major but he pulled himself together.  "This is Z, one of the Major's alphabets please, Lee, allow him to drive the car.  He'll take us to the hospital."

The agent that Red Gloria called Z quickly got into the car, barely allowing Crane to move over into the passenger's seat.  The Captain quickly turned to see how the Admiral was, but the red-haired man was already coming to.  A bullet hole was readily apparent in his left shoulder, but he seemed to be all right otherwise.  In a voice filled with pain, he asked, "What happened?  Is everybody all right?"

Seeing the badly hit Major now lying in the arms of the Earl of Gloria, Nelson looked into the blond's grim face.  "How is he and how did you get here?"

Lord Gloria looked down at the Major, trying to stop the blood flow from the serious wound in the stomach.  Almost shyly he replied, "I . . . I have a lot of contacts. .  . and I've been following you.  When one of my people reported an attempt on the Major, . .  well, I contacted Z, and we managed to round them up, but . . . not before they had attacked."  Even in the darkness, Harriman Nelson could see the tears in the beautiful blue eyes; the pain and concern were evident in the beautiful voice.

Nelson made a quick decision.  "Where are we going?"

Crane immediately replied, "We're headed for a hospital."

"Go to the SEAVIEW instead; her security is better, and we don't know if whoever planned this is still on the loose.  The Major will get the best of care."

The Earl gave the Admiral a look of deep gratitude then spent the rest of the quick trip, looking at the Major, his face filled with love and concern.

"Admiral, are you all right?"

The Admiral's blue eyes stared into the concerned hazel orbs, willing his friend to relax.  "I'm all right, Lee.  Bullet's still in there, but Jamie will be able to take it out.  We have to worry about the Major first."

Crane turned towards the driver of the car, "What happened with the gunmen?"

In a beautiful German accent, much like the Major's, Z replied, "We have them under arrest.  The authorities were there as well to take them off our hands.  I believe most of them suffered some sort of wound, but we will question them about their intentions.  The Major has many enemies, but I am sure we will find out who is behind this."

The rest of the short trip was made in silence.  Dr. Will Jamieson immediately took charge of the seriously wounded man.  The Admiral was also ordered to Sickbay not by Jamieson, but by his Captain.  The door to the Sickbay was immediately sealed off.  Crane left most of the normal ship's duties to his Exec, Chip Morton while he went to his cabin to remove his blood spattered clothing.  As he rinsed off his face and hands, he shuddered when he saw the blood.

Within minutes, Crane was notified that the Kiel authorities were on deck, requesting information about the recent fracas on German soil.  Fortunately, Z and the other alphabets who had shown up were quite able to deal with the authorities.  Crane had already made a nuisance of himself when he tried to enter the Sickbay.  Told that the Admiral was being taken care of, Crane was ordered off the premises immediately.

Going to the Control Room, he encountered Z, who assured him that the situation had been resolved and that the SEAVIEW was not being held by the authorities.  In fact, Z recommended that the SEAVIEW leave port immediately so that her security would not be further compromised.

Crane began the normal procedures for leaving the Kiel berth.  Rather than re-navigate the Kiel Canal, the ship would dive into the deeper waters of the Baltic and North Seas to return the NATO agents to their home soil.  By the time all the preparations had been made, Major Klaus von dem Eberbach was out of surgery.  He was in serious condition, but would not endangered by the sea voyage.

Although Nelson had been confined to his cabin and ordered to get some rest, he was notified of the situation and immediately ordered the submarine to make for Bremerhaven, the great port on the North Sea where the Alphabets and the Major could be landed.

All of these activities had been accomplished when Crane suddenly noticed the fragile, blond figure sitting huddled in one of the chairs of the Observation Nose.  His concern for the Admiral had been so great that he had forgotten about Dorian Red Gloria.  He looked at the beautiful young man who had only recently been his lover.  Walking over to the huddled figure, Crane asked softly, "Are you all right?"

For a moment, the Earl didn't respond.  He almost looked as if he had gone to sleep, but he finally raised his glorious blond curls so that the brunet could see the distraught face.  Never had Lee Crane seen a face in such agony.  He barely comprehended the words of torment uttered by the sad figure, "I. . . I couldn't protect him.  I tried to get there . . .  too late though."  With those words, the tortured tears that the Earl had been trying to hold back, let loose.  His sobs of utter desolation could be heard by the whole Control Room.  Crane quickly closed the crash doors to give the blond a measure of privacy.

Not knowing what to do, the Captain stood, trying to calm the man.  He said repeatedly,  "Doc says the Major's going to be all right; the Major is too stubborn to give up," but no matter what he said the sobbing continued; the Earl almost inconsolable.  Finally, Lee Crane sat down next to the grieving man and took him into his arms and held him.

The blotched, tear-stained face buried itself in Crane's chest; Dorian's fists grabbing hold of the Skipper's uniform shirt, holding on for dear life.  This went on for several minutes.  Finally, utter exhaustion and the Captain's continued whispered reassurances began to calm the frightened man.

Lifting up his head, Red Gloria's blazing blue eyes were still brimming with tears, but he sniffled slightly and whispered, "They . . .they wouldn't let me be with him; I thought he was going to leave me."

Lee smiled into the beautiful face.  Knowing how worried he had been for the Admiral, Crane empathized with the pain the beautiful young man was feeling.  "Well, the Major's been out of surgery for a little while, why don't I call down to Sickbay and see what's going on?"

Red Gloria sniffled again and nodded.  Fortunately for Dorian's nerves as well as in respect to his Captain, Jamieson did not say what he wanted to say when Crane became the 125th  individual (at least that's what it seemed like) to stop by or ask about the condition of his patients.  Jamieson managed to be extremely forbearing, hearing the concern in his Captain's voice.

"Yes, Captain, both men are doing well.  The Admiral is going to have a very sore shoulder and wear a sling for several days, but is fine otherwise.  The Major's wound is much more serious.  He lost a lot of blood, but the bullet missed any vital organs so with rest, he should be as good as new.  He is in great physical shape so a few weeks should see him ready for light duty."

Although exhaustion was readily apparent in Lee Crane's face, he smiled, thanking Jamie for the good news.  He looked at his former lover, feeling the pain that the young man still exhibited.  "You've had a very long day; I'll have a cabin assigned to you so that you can get some rest."

"Can I see the Major first?"

Knowing that the Earl would never rest until this was done, both men went to the Sickbay.  Jamieson permitted the Earl to look in on the Major; then, Crane escorted the exhausted blond to his assigned cabin.  Crane took a moment to peek in at the Admiral then finally went to his own cabin where he collapsed immediately.

The next morning, the SEAVIEW was well on its way to the port at Bremerhaven, having made a rapid passage around the Skaggerak.  Contrary to orders, but not unexpectedly, the Admiral made an appearance in the Control Room where he was given full details of what had occurred and what was being done to insure the arrival of the NATO contingency plus one Earl to the shores of the port at Bremerhaven.

Nelson's behavior was to be expected.  He was all business, seemingly ignoring the events of the previous day, except to ask about the Major's condition.  Even when Lord Gloria appeared in the Control Room, Nelson's only acknowledgment was to thank the Earl for his part in rescuing the beleaguered limousine.

The Admiral scarcely spoke to the Captain, spending the rest of the trip wandering around the ship, visiting the Sickbay, and doing work in his cabin.  Lee Crane's fears grew with each hour.  He had never gotten to have his talk with the Admiral due to all the activities dealing with the NATO exercises.  Now, Nelson had been shot; the Major was in worse shape; his former lover was on board and readily visible, and his friendship with Nelson seemed to be irreparably damaged.  As the great ship pulled into the port at Bremerhaven to evacuate the wounded Major and party, the future seemed to portend further complications before everything was resolved.

*This is the song that the Major sings to himself in order to go to sleep.

Part 5: Facing Reality:  The Earl and the Captain Series
 Part A:  The Earl and the Major
 Part B:  The Admiral and the Captain

 Part A:

Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach could hear the noises, floating around him.  The smells clearly indicated that this was a hospital.  The voices indicated a German hospital.  He tried to open his eyes but the brightness defeated him. . .the light and the agonizing pain in his abdomen, so, contrary to his usual iron will, he gave up and sought the release that the oncoming blackness afforded.

Sometime later, the Major woke again.  The lights were still as bright but the pain had lessened slightly.  With a great effort of his formidable willpower, the man known at NATO as Iron Klaus opened his eyes and attempted to look around.  Suddenly, the bright light began to shimmer in a halo of even more brilliant color.  Although he had trouble focusing his eyes, it became readily apparent to Eberbach that the new added brilliance came from the radiance of the long, silken blond hair adorning the beautiful face of Dorian Red Gloria.

The Earl said nothing for a moment, just smiled.  It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time for the Major to awaken, and Dorian wanted nothing to delay that important moment.

Finally, even with a dry throat the Major was able to whisper one word, "Eroica?"

Of all the words that the Major could have chosen that one word hurt even more than the usual epithets that the German hurled at the Earl of Gloria.  Lord Gloria's beautiful face shuttered in pain. . . pain because that one word told him that his dear Major thought of him as a thief, even awakening from unconsciousness.  Trying to not show his dismay, Dorian smiled quietly.

"Yes, it's me, but don't worry; I'm not staying.  I know I interfered in your mission again, but I won't make a nuisance of myself.  Your alphabets are anxious to see you so I'll say good-bye.  Hesitating a moment, he added, "I. . . just had to stay to make sure that you are all right.  Good-bye, Major."  Red Gloria turned and walked out the door, not hearing the Major's whispered, "Nein."

As the sad, young blond left the room, he met Commander Lee Crane and Admiral Harriman Nelson, who was wearing a sling to keep his shoulder wound immobile.  "Ah, Lord Gloria, you're here early."

Although the Earl had set up all night near the Major's bed, he did not mention that, only acknowledging the comment.  "Yes, I'm glad to see you looking so well."

The red-haired man smiled and said, "Yes, well my shoulder is rather sore, but thanks to the rest I got; I'm feeling much better, thanks to you and the Alphabets."

Lee Crane could easily read the tension in the young blond who had so recently been his lover.  Crane smiled into the Earl's blue eyes and asked, "Is the Major awake?"

Smiling, Red Gloria nodded, "Yes, at least he was a few minutes ago when I said good-bye to him."

Harriman Nelson frowned, "What you're not staying?  I thought you would want to hang around for awhile."

A deep sadness entered the magnificent blue eyes of the Earl, "Well, normally I would but since I interfered again in the Major's mission, I thought it would be diplomatic to get out of the country before he's fully alert about what went on."

"You mean he doesn't even know that it was you and the Alphabets who saved the day?"

The golden curls shook a negative reply, "And please I'd rather he not know.  He might be even more angry, and he already doesn't like me, so I would consider it a favor if you would just let it go."

"Admiral, why don't you go talk to the Major while I say good-bye to the Earl."

Red Gloria shook hands with the famous scientist and watched him entered the Major's hospital room.  He turned to look at the beautiful brunet, "Well, I'd better be going.  Bonham is waiting for me, and I'm sure Mr. James is fussing about the extra expenses."

The glorious hazel eyes took in the slender figure.  In a quiet voice so they couldn't be overheard, Crane asked, "Now, will you please tell me what's going on?"

Dorian shook his head, his blue eyes filled with tears.  "I've . . . I've finally come to my senses.  The Major will always look upon me as a thief . . . and a pervert, so instead of asking for more pain by staying here and showing my concern. . . I'm going home and stay out of his way."

The Captain's face showed immediate concern, "What happened?  Did he say something to you?"

Once again the golden curls jiggled as the Earl shook his head.  "No, no, of course not.  He's much too weak to be vocal yet, but why ask for more abuse?  I have to go.  I'm glad I got to see you before I left because I want you to know that I enjoyed our time together in Washington.  You are a very special man, and I hope that you find what you are looking for."

The brunet smiled and shook the delicate, pale hand of the Earl.  Crane was reluctant to let the man go, but he could see the pain there and knew that there was nothing he could do.

The Earl began to walk away when the Admiral walked out of the Major's room, "Lord Gloria, the Major would like to see you before you leave."

For a moment, it seemed as if the Earl would continue walking out of the hospital, but he finally stopped, turned around, and with a sad, small voice whispered, "Thank you."

The two men watched the slender figure enter the room hesitantly; then Nelson turned to Crane, "Well Lee, I think they will have a lot to talk about, let's get to the SEAVIEW."

The Earl walked to the Major's bedside.  The Major's face was extremely pale; his eyes were closed.  For a moment Red Gloria felt a surge of hope that he would escape the tongue lashing that was to follow, but within seconds, the dark eyes opened.

Once again, it seemed an effort for the German to focus his eyes, but when he did, he whispered, "Why did you come?"

Red Gloria's heart sank, now he would have to tell the Major about his interference in the mission interference that the Major had already warned him against many, many times.

***Oh well, might as well get it over.*** "When I heard about the possibility of an attack on you, I . . . had to do something. I'm sorry . . ."

"Nein, nein, I did not mean such a thing.  Why did you come to the hospital?"

Looking genuinely puzzled, Dorian stuttered, "You. . you were seriously injured; it was my fault; I couldn't save you. . . I had to find out if you were going to be all right. . . I love you."  As he uttered those final words, his face showed his horror; he swiftly whirled around planning to exit the room immediately.  The Major always hated hearing those words and yet he had uttered them again.

As he rushed towards the door, he heard the Major's much loved voice strained to call out, "Dorian, stay!"

The slender, almost fragile body turned in wonder.  ***The Major's never called me Dorian before!***  Looking at the German for several seconds, the Earl hesitated to break the magic moment.

"Lord Gloria, I thank you for saving my life.  We have much to talk about, and I would appreciate if you would take the time to stay so that we may do so."

The Earl of Gloria did not know what to say so he nodded, then found his voice.  "Now, my dear Major you need to rest." Smiling slightly, he continued, "I will make myself comfortable in this chair, and when you awake we will talk about whatever you wish."

As the Major's dark eyes closed in sleep, Dorian could hear a soft, "Ja," so the handsome aristocrat settled down to wait.

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Part B

Admiral Harriman Nelson sat in his cabin.  His whole body seemed to ache and he knew why.  It wasn't because of the shoulder wound that he hand suffered four days ago.  It was the growing tension between Lee Crane and himself.

There was no doubt that Crane had been extremely concerned when the Admiral had been shot, but Dr. Jamieson's medical treatment and the mother-henning of the whole crew had helped and now Nelson was virtually oblivious to the wound except for a little soreness.  No, what was causing the ache in the Admiral's body was the growing estrangement he felt with the man he loved.  Each time he had gotten up the nerve to talk to his Captain, something always seemed to interfere or Lee's attitude seemed so antagonistic that the red-haired scientist was afraid he would do further damage by bringing up what had occurred during the NATO exercises.

Unfortunately for Nelson, he did not realize that his own attitude had also sent out waves of feelings, much like sonar sent vibrations through the water.  Nelson had been extremely hurt when he realized that his beloved Lee had slept with the Earl of Gloria.  Nelson was not a naïve man.  He kept telling himself that Lee Crane must have had other lovers.  It would be highly unlikely that the beautiful brunet had remained a virgin all these years, but to practically have Lord Gloria thrown in his face was another thing.

Lord Gloria was beautiful, wealthy, and mysterious.  Why wouldn't his beautiful Lee fall under the spell of such a man?  His long pale fingers were to die for.  Nelson could imagine them caressing Lee's chest, but then the pain of that image became so great that Nelson forced himself to think of other things.  His morning shaves only stirred his concern more.  Looking in the mirror, he saw every line and wrinkle in his face.  Nelson had always been realistic.  Just the thought of the two beautiful young men made what he saw in the mirror less and less attractive.  ***I should have said something to Lee 15 years ago at the Academy.  I would have been about Lee's age now, and maybe we . . .*** but Nelson would not let himself think further than that.  In fact, it was unthinkable a Captain in the US Navy making improper advances to a Midshipman.  It would have ruined both of their careers and Lee meant too much to him.

Nelson wanted to speak with Crane.  He knew that Red Gloria seemed to be interested in the Major, but then, why did he sleep with Lee?  Nelson shook his head in amazement.  ***Harriman, you are a fool.  Just look at the man, who wouldn't want to take him to their bed?  You've wanted to for 15 years.  You are a selfish, s.o.b. to think that Lee might remain celibate all those years.***

Nelson laid his head on his desk.  He had not slept well the past few nights, telling himself it was the pain from his shoulder that had kept him awake.  In the few moments of truth he allowed himself, he admitted that the ache resided in his heart and the fear of the loss of his beloved Lee was almost more agony than he could stand.

If the four-star Admiral could have seen Lee Crane at the same moment, he might have felt better since the Captain seemed to be in the same depressed condition.  The beautiful brunet kept waiting for the axe to fall.  The Admiral had said that they would talk.  Crane could almost hear the melodious voice condemning his behavior with the Earl.  If anyone found out about his going to bed with the Earl, it could ruin his career, and, even more importantly jeopardize the Nelson Institute.  Crane could readily imagine the pressure that would be put on Nelson to separate himself from a man of such questionable character.

Since the time he entered the Academy, Lee Crane had had two goals in life:  1) to be the best subdriver in or out of the Navy, and 2) to serve with Harriman Nelson.  For a long time, the young Lee Crane refused to admit to himself that he also loved Harriman Nelson.  It was enough, he told himself, to serve with the great man, but the events surrounding the NATO tests revealed that explanation as the lie it was.  Crane didn't regret going to bed with Dorian Red Gloria.  His loneliness had overwhelmed him, and the Admiral seemed even more remote than ever.

The very real loneliness that Lord Gloria felt matched his terrible isolation exactly.  Neither man had been deluded about what their time in bed meant.  They were both in love with someone else.  He didn't know what was going to happen between Dorian and the Major, but it was obvious that the Admiral did not approve of such behavior.  ***Crane you were a fool to think that your time was your own and you could do what you like.  The handwriting is on the wall face up to your responsibility. ***

The brunet had to admit that he had been avoiding the Admiral.  He knew that when the two talked again, it would be the end of his career with the SEAVIEW.  He had tried to put it off, but they were less than a day from Santa Barbara, and it would be unethical to delay the confrontation any longer.

Crane had seen little of the Admiral for the entire trip, but his subconscious always knew where to find the man that he loved at anytime.  The slender figure was slightly slouched in preparation for the most difficult meeting of his life.  When he knocked on the Admiral's door, however, his posture became erect almost as if he were putting on invisible armor to meet the greatest challenge of his life.

When Nelson barked out "Come" at the knock on the door, he didn't realize that it was more brusque than necessary.  His body and mind were exhausted.  He didn't want any interruptions and now someone was daring to interrupt his thoughts.

For just a second before he realized that it was Lee Crane, his blue eyes revealed his anger at the interruption but his thoughts were quickly shuttered with a hesitant smile.  Nevertheless Lee Crane had noticed the emotions playing out on his friend's face.

In a quiet voice, Crane took a deep breath and began, "Admiral. . . I was wondering if we could talk?"

Nelson could see the hesitation in the hazel eyes and realized that Lee's first impression must have exacerbated the whole situation.  Therefore, he tried to change that impression.  Smiling again, he responded, "Of course Lee; always time for you."

The brunet hair nodded, but Crane did not take his customary seat on the Admiral's desk, in fact, he didn't sit down at all.  Standing almost at attention, he began, "Sir, I am aware that my behavior, while we were in Washington, D.C., disturbed you.  I have no excuse or explanation for my behavior.  I also realize how detrimental my actions could be to you, the SEAVIEW, and the Institute.  Therefore, I am prepared to tender my resignation immediately."

Harriman Nelson's heart filled with dread.  In the back of his mind, he had realized that this was one possible course of action that Lee could take, but he had hoped they could resolve the whole situation by talking as they usually did.  Nelson closed his eyes; then, his sad, blue eyes looked up at the man he loved.  In a voice, barely above a whisper, he asked, "Would you please sit down, Lee?"

For a moment, it seemed the slender figure was going to refuse; then he acquiesced.  Normally, the two men felt comfortable in each other's company, but if they could not resolve this, the command structure of the SEAVIEW would suffer.  They could not go on like this, but neither did Harriman Nelson want to go plowing in like a bull in a china shop.  His often abrupt way irritated those that he cared for the most.  In the back of his mind, the blunt force trauma that was Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach came to mind.  How had Lord Gloria managed to love the man for so many years without taking a baseball bat to him?

"Lee, I said some things to you in Washington that I realize now I should never have said.  I'm not making excuses for myself, and I'm glad you've come to talk.  I don't want you to resign; you've done nothing that you need be ashamed of.  I won't accept your resignation."

Crane stood immediately.  "Sir, you know how the Navy feels about conduct such as mine; if the government would hear about what I've done, they could withdraw the contracts that the Institute counts on.  You know how much gossips gets around in Washington, and Lord Gloria isn't exactly a low-profile figure."

"That's true, but I don't think we will be hearing much about Lord Gloria for awhile.  I'm hoping that the Major and he can work out their differences."

For a moment, as Crane sat down again, he looked suspicious, "Sir, what did you say to the Major?"

"Nothing really, in fact, the Major was very disturbed when I entered the room.  He wanted to know if I had seen the Earl, and when he heard that Lord Gloria was talking to you outside, he was positively . . . well, I guess you'd say jealous.  I just told him that the Earl seemed upset, and you were doing your best to calm him down. . . . Well, the Major took it from there, asking me to tell the Earl that he wanted to see him.  You know the rest."

Crane's eyes were shining with amusement, but his heart was still heavy.  "Sir, I want to apologize for flaunting my behavior in front of you.  I was just . . .", but Crane could not force himself to go on.

Nelson looked at the beautiful young man that he loved so much.  In a quiet voice, the red head asked, "Lee, what is it that you want to tell me.  Perhaps, it would help if I was honest with you?"

The brunet curls moved slightly as the hazel eyes looked up into the blue ones, but Crane said nothing, just waited.  "Lee, I was hurt when I realized that you had spent the night with the Earl.  I was hurt, not because you were sleeping with another man, but I had been hoping that you and I might have some time together before the duties of our jobs called upon us again."

The Admiral could see the confusion in the hazel eyes and realized that he was botching this whole thing.  He decided to try again.  "Lee, you and I have known each other a long time, better than 15 years and in all that time, I have found myself loving you more and more, and that's why I was so upset about where you spent your night.  I know I should have told you before, but . . . ."

Crane stood up immediately, looking down into the face of the man he worshipped.  "Why are you telling me now, Admiral?  Do you know how I felt that night?  I was so lonely and miserable that I found sanctuary in Lord Gloria's arms.  He welcomed me with no judgments, no condemnation, no ulterior motive except for us to seek mutual comfort.  Is that what you saw in my eyes when I returned that morning, and you had your chance to tell me about the thieving nature of the Earl?  Heavens, what a fool I made of myself, and now, AFTER Dorian wanted me, you tell me that you love me."  The look on the Captain's face was filled with pain, despair, and confusion.

He turned to walk out of the cabin, when Nelson called out, "Lee, are you telling me that you don't love me?"

Crane couldn't answer that question so he shook his head, wrapping his long arms around his stomach as if he were suffering an agonizing pain there.  The lack of sleep, worry, and concern for Nelson's recent wound was too much.  The young man's body slid down the side of the cabin's wall until he reached the deck.  He pulled his knees up to his chest, and laid his head on them.

Nelson walked over to the slender figure, realizing finally how close to the edge the Captain was.  He had had to put up with so much over the span of two weeks.  The Major's demands, the threat to the SEAVIEW, Nelson's wound and behavior, all came crashing in on him.  Nelson sat on the deck beside the shivering, sobbing body and pulled his friend into his arms.  Much as Lord Gloria had done with the stricken Major, Nelson held his love in his arms and comforted him.

After a few minutes, Crane stopped sobbing and tried to break away from the loving arms, but Nelson held fast.  He leaned over and kissed the brunet's forehead, working his way down to the luscious, sensual mouth that had attracted him for years.  Giving the lips a quick kiss, Nelson cleared his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Why don't we go sit on the bunk, where we'll be more comfortable?"

Helping the young man to rise, Nelson led his friend over to his bunk.  Nelson could tell that the brunet was totally exhausted so he pulled Crane's slender body back against him.  Lee's beloved face was buried in the Admiral's chest.  As his friend fell into sleep, Nelson whispered, "That's it just relax; we'll talk later."

After a few hours, Lee Crane woke still cuddled in his Admiral's arms.  Trying to remove himself gently from that tight embrace proved futile so the brunet smiled slightly, closed his eyes and fell back into a deep slumber.

Two hours later, both men began to rouse themselves.  The well-known noises of the SEAVIEW rousing itself from the nightly slumber could be heard.  The glorious, sleepy hazel eyes looked warily into the penetrating blue ones.  "Lee, are you all right?"

Crane sat up.  "Yes sir, at least I'm feeling better than I did.  Didn't get much chance to talk, did we? I mean after my breakdown.  Sorry sir; I don't usually act like that."

The blue eyes smiled, "Don't worry, Lee.  We'll talk some more.  How about this?  We should be less than 3 hours from docking.  Since it's Chip's turn to deal with the Security Crew, why don't you take this key to my beach house and after you've picked up a few things at home or whatever you need, go there.  I'll go to the Institute, finish up the necessary details from the mission and then meet you at the beach house.  We can cook out or something and have plenty of time to talk."

For a moment, Nelson thought that Crane would refuse to take the keys, but he finally did so.  Crane stood up, straightening his disheveled uniform.  Some of the sadness had left his dark eyes, but Nelson could see that the events of the last week were still weighing heavily on him.  With a shy smile, the Captain turned and left the Admiral's cabin.

Nelson's prediction about the length of time for the SEAVIEW to dock was so precise that within a little more than three hours, he was entering his office at the Nelson Institute.  Chip Morton would be coming along to deliver the mission report so Nelson worked quickly to clear away the other papers that needed reviewing.  As expected, Morton showed up and delivered his report.  The two men talked briefly, but were stopped when Angie buzzed Nelson on the intercom.

"Sir, there's a phone call from the Earl of Gloria for you."

Nelson motioned Morton to stay, and picked up the phone.  "Hello, Lord Gloria, how are you?"

The melodious voice answered with a laugh, "I know what you're really asking; am I still alive after dealing with the Major?"

Nelson laughed, "Well, I guess I did mean that, but I didn't know how to ask.  How is the Major, by the way?"

The beautiful voice answered, "Well, he's being dismissed from the hospital today.  To tell the truth, he tried to make a jail break yesterday, and he has made himself so obnoxious that the entire staff is grateful to the victim who has volunteered to look after him for a few days."

Nelson smiled again, knowing very well who the victim must be; then, he heard strange sounds in the background.  "What's that?"

Dorian laughed, "Oh that's just the Major; he's getting dressed and well, one of the orderlies tried to help him and there was almost an altercation, but knowing the Major's sweet temperament, everything worked out."

Nelson could visualize the scene very well.  Talk about a man who hated hospitals, only his dearest Lee could even compare.  "Well, I'm glad to hear that things are going well."

In a shy voice, the Earl responded, "Yes, well something tells me these next two weeks are going to be . . .a little trying, but we are talking and the Major has consented to put up with my presence as long as I don't mother him."

"That's excellent, you two deserve some happiness, but don't expect a lot too soon, if you know what I mean."

"Oh indeed, I do; after all I've waited 10 years for the man so I guess I can practice some more patience.  Well, my Teutonic Knight is coming out of the w/c so I will let him talk to you; it seems that NATO has not been laying off the job just because the Major has been unwell."

Suddenly, Nelson could hear the curt German tones of Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach loudly on the other end of the phone line, "Admiral Nelson, I am sure that the Earl has gotten the pleasantries out of the way, so it has been left to me to tell you the news.  It seems my Alphabets have interrogated the gunmen who survived the attack in Kiel.  From the information that we have derived, I was not the specific target of the attack. . .they lead us to believe that you were to be the one taken as hostage or killed as necessary.  I thought you should be aware of this and instigate proper security measures."

Chip Morton could see the Admiral's body stiffen so he knew something had happened, but he waited until the Admiral could brief him.

With a face that was slightly paler, Nelson responded, "Well, thank you Major; I appreciate the information and will act accordingly.  I'm sure you're anxious to leave the hospital so I'll say good-bye.  If you acquire any more information, I would appreciate you sending it to me."

"Yes, that I will do.  Good-bye."

Nelson replaced the phone and sat with his head down, thinking.  Then he raised his head, clicked the intercom and said to Angie, "Please inform the Security Chief that I want to see him right away."  Then he turned to Chip Morton, "Chip, it seems that attack in Kiel was meant for me, not the Major.  Will you begin the Security Procedure for the SEAVIEW right away?"

Morton stood right away, "Of course, sir.  Do you want me to alert Lee or shall I?"

Nelson closed his eyes as he remembered Crane.  "I'll alert him, Chip.  Thanks, now get going."

As Morton left, Nelson picked up the phone and rang the beach house.  It rang and rang, but no one answered.  Nelson told himself that Lee just hadn't gotten there yet, but his heart was pumping rapidly with fear that something might have happened at the beach house.  Ringing Crane's apartment, Nelson received no answer there.  Nelson immediately called Security and asked that someone check his beach house since the Security Chief was expected momentarily.

When George Phelps arrived, he immediately dealt with Nelson's request to institute Phase One Security for the Institute.  The two men continued to talk for a few minutes but were interrupted when Angie buzzed Nelson once again.

"I'm sorry, sir, but this person demands to speak to you.  He says that you will want to hear what he says."

Foreboding spread throughout Nelson's stocky figure, clicking on the speaker, Nelson tried to remain calm, "Yes, what is it?"

In a low voice the caller spoke with little inflection, "Admiral Nelson?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"You don't remember me?  Too bad, well your Captain certainly did.  I missed you in Kiel so I thought you might be relaxing at home; I was going to use you against him, but he's the one I really wanted so it worked out well. Good-bye, Admiral."

"Wait!", but the phone was already disconnected.

The phone immediately rang again.  Identifying himself as the man sent to check on the beach house, he immediately reported that the home had been broken into, and there had definitely been a fight or something because furniture was turned over and broken.  There was no one there now, however.  Nelson handed the phone to Phelps, who gave the man immediate instructions to secure the place and contact the Santa Barbara police.

Nelson was totally devastated by the possibility that his Lee had been kidnapped taken away for some reason.   He sat stunned for a few moments while Phelps was engaged on the phone but pulled himself together when Phelps finished his phone call.

"Admiral, could you update me on what you know?"

Nelson quickly went over the little information that he knew, including the attack in Kiel.  He also mentioned that the unknown caller had expected Nelson to recognize him and that Lee had done so.  Throughout Phelps listened quietly, only listening to pertinent facts.  As Nelson finished, Phelps nodded his head.  He could clearly see how drawn and worried the Admiral was, but certain things had to be done.

"Admiral, did you recognize anything about him?"

Nelson rubbed his forehead, shaking his head, he replied, "No, not really; the voice reminded me of someone, but no, I didn't."

Admiral, the police will certainly want to talk with you and might even want information from this Major you mentioned.  Might I make a suggestion?"

Nelson nodded and waited.

"Sir, why don't you go out to the beach house.  I'm sure the police will be there by now.  Talk to them there.  Seeing the house, you might notice something that would help or even spot a clue that Captain Crane might have left.  By the time you're done there; I'll have all security measures in place, and I'll stop by your penthouse and discuss the plans with you.  How does that sound?"

Normally Harriman Nelson dominated any situation, but this time he was in a total fog.  His guilt over the danger to Crane was so painful that he willingly left everything in the capable hands of George Phelps.

Five hours later, he was sitting in his own living room at the penthouse.  It had been a futile three hours at he beach house.  He had explained and explained to the police what had led up to this.  He had looked the house over from top to bottom and spotted nothing.  His heart had almost stopped when one of the forensics men spotted some still wet blood on the floor.  In defeat, he had returned to the penthouse, hoping for further contact from the kidnappers, but nothing was heard.

George Phelps finally left the penthouse after a lengthy debriefing of the various parts of the security plan put in place to guard the various and multitudinous aspects of the Nelson Institute as well as its Director.  Nelson tried to listen and concentrate, but the haunted face of Lee Crane kept blocking any true understanding.

As George Phelps left, he reminded Nelson that there were guards standing watch just outside his door and that the phones were now tapped and if he received a phone call to try to keep them talking as long as possible.

George Phelps looked with concern at the clearly upset Admiral.  One more time he tried to get the Admiral to rest.  "We might not hear anything for awhile so why don't you rest.  I'll be working all night, and you know how to contact me."

Nelson ran his hand through his disheveled hair for the 1000th  time and just nodded.  He was so sick at heart that he felt as if he were going to be sick.  He kept telling himself that it was his fault that Lee was in danger and if anything happened to the man, he couldn't live with that.

That night was the longest night of Nelson's life.  He paced, he read, he tried to sleep, he made coffee for himself and the guards, he even tried to watch TV, but nothing worked.  When was he going to hear from the kidnapper again?  The great fear in the pit of Nelson's stomach was that the unknown kidnapper didn't really want anything but to hurt Lee.

Nelson stood staring out the large patio windows of the penthouse balcony.  Phelps had recommended that he not stand near any windows, but Nelson often stood there when he was troubled.  The twinkling lights of the Institute somehow provided some comfort to the heartsick man.  He was so lost in his thoughts, however, that he hadn't even noticed that dawn had already arrived when suddenly there was the cacophonous ring of the telephone in the utterly silent room.

Nelson immediately ran to the phone, "Yes, Nelson."

"Sir, it's James Blane, I'm Dr. Jamieson's corpsman.  He wanted me to tell you that Security just called and reported that Captain Crane just walked up to the front gate and collapsed.   The Doctor is on his way there now."

Nelson barely heard those last words because he had already dropped the phone and was on his way out the door.  He ran all the way to the Infirmary.  Trying to enter the treatment area, he was halted.  In the background, he could see a gurney with the Lee Crane on it.  "Jamie, is he all right?"

Jamieson walked over and said, "I haven't had time for a real exam; it looks like he's been beaten; there are numerous contusions. I would also say he has a severe concussion from the look of the bump on his head, but please Admiral, sit down here and let me examine him."

The wait for Jamie to finish the exam seemed even longer than the previous night.  Nelson refused to allow himself the comfort of a cigarette because of the oxygen being used in the room besides Lee didn't like him to smoke.

Finally, Jamieson walked over to Nelson.  Shaking his head, Jamie grimaced and said, "I don't know how he managed to walk at all, let alone to the Institute.  He's got several broken ribs, lots of bruises and contusions, and a concussion.  I can't give him anything for the pain with that concussion so he's going to be pretty uncomfortable.  I'm sending him to a private room.  We'll just have to watch him, hoping he wakes up soon."

Nelson's face turned paler, "What do you mean 'hope' he wakes up?"

"Admiral, the knock he took in the head caused his brain to become severely bruised.  If it swells, we could lose him to a coma or worse so we just have to wait.  Whoever hit him came pretty close to fracturing his skull."

Once again, Nelson prepared himself to wait.  Sitting in a chair next to Crane's bed, Nelson scarcely noticed the coming and going of the hospital routine.  Chip Morton arrived to wait with the Admiral.  Various crew members peeked in trying to find out information.  All that time, not one movement from the still, slender body of the handsome brunet.  Nelson's fear grew.  He knew that the longer that Lee remained unconscious, the more dangerous it became.  The fear that the Captain would never wake up haunted the scientist.

As the vigil entered its second day, Crane's slim fingers began to move slightly, then his eyelids fluttered.  Nelson called to Jamieson, but by the time the Doctor arrived, Crane was once again unmoving.

This pattern went on for another 12 hours.  Jamieson tried to take the Admiral's blood pressure but was unable to do so.  Nelson's always on-edge temper was more motivated than ever, seeing the silent figure on the bed.  Nelson's sharp remark to the Doctor about doing more to help Lee and less to harass him came very close to getting the Director of the Institute escorted off the premises.  Fortunately, Chip Morton was able to soothe the ruffled feathers all around.

Each time that Crane's eyes fluttered, Morton and Nelson rushed to the bedside expecting the hazel eyes to stay open this time and recognize the surroundings and friends, but it didn't happen for many more hours.  In fact, both men were almost comatose with fatigue when it did happen.  They were both sitting there in a fog when Chip Morton noticed the hazel eyes open and looking at him.

The blond stood up swiftly, crying out, "Lee!"

Nelson immediately shook himself out of his lethargy and came to stand by the blond.  His face covered with a smile that would have lit up Cleveland, Nelson asked, "Lee, how are you feeling?"

Morton pushed the call button to summon Jamie.  Both men stood anxiously, waiting for the Captain to reply.  Pain permeated the hazel eyes.  The brunet tried to move his arm but found it anchored in place with an IV.  Slowly he looked around the room, trying to focus on the figures standing beside the bed.  A faint look of fear was readily apparent, especially when Jamieson came rushing into the room.  The Doctor gave his patient a quick exam then stepped back, "Well, I imagine, Skipper that you must have one gigantic headache, but it's a good sign that you've regained consciousness.  I would love to give you some pain killers but your concussion won't allow that."

At that moment, Jamieson stopped talking while the other two men said nothing because they noticed the puzzled look on Crane's face.  Jamieson quickly gave a small sip of water to the man then waited.

Finally, in agonizing slowness, Crane framed a question, "I'm sorry, but could you tell me who you are?"
 

THE END