Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 05:40:30 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: corporal 12

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TRILOGY: ITALIAN BROTHERS
BOOK 1 - THE CORPORAL
By Andrej Koymasky (c) 2000
Written on October 21st 1995
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by a friend

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ITALIAN BROTHERS 1 - THE CORPORAL" is a gay story, with some parts
depicting graphic scened of sex between males.
So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not
good for you, it will be better not to read this story.

But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think
you really want to read it, please be my welcome guest.

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CHAPTER 12 - Unquiet Sicily

In March, the exterior of the villa was completely restored and the
refurbishing work inside each room had started. Don Raffaele's wedding
day was now approaching. Enzo hoped that the plan about having Ruggiero
and him stay up there had not changed -- if they had to go back to their
village, it would be difficult for them to continue having the intimacy
they enjoyed up till then. Ruggiero appeared to be confident.

But meanwhile, Sicily was restless. They only heard some echoes, but it
seemed that there was an insurrection against the king and the nobles in
the west part of the island, stirred up mainly by the rich estate owners
but also supported by farmhands who were giving vent to the discontent
for their precarious condition. There, on the slopes of the Mongibello,
rebellion was not brewing yet, because there was less misery there than
in the west, also because nobles and landowners were mixed in wary
marriages, and their farmhands seldom remained without work.

Ruggiero received the news from his friend, who first of all, thanked
him for sending him Petruzzo.

"My dear Ruggiero,

I received your letter and its bearer with real pleasure. You really
sent me milk and honey, truly delicious. An uncut stone, that as soon as
it was freed of the dust from the long and difficult journey, started to
shine with a pure, warm light, a raw stone ready to be cut to yield a
precious gem. I'm working on it with enthusiasm, being rewarded by its
light that is warming up my life. I cannot tell you the joy, the warmth,
the pleasure that you gave me, by sending me this sweet surprise. My
chisel just finished working it, and the stone is now here at my side,
seducing me in its naked beauty, calling me to work on it again. I think
I will do it again with extreme pleasure as soon as I close this letter.
It seems incredible that a small stone like that, insignificant on the
surface, could turn out to be so very precious. It is enough to brush it
and to see it shine, to feel its warmth, to desire it with all of one's
soul, to crave it with intensity... You can understand me, can't you?

Here, life continues, even though it has been in a troubled way for a
while. In the countryside, but also in the town, groups of discontented
people are forming, who would like to change the established order and
to form a new one. The king's troops tried unsuccessfully to control the
situation. Often, their actions, harsh and indiscriminate, only result
in an increase in the bands of 'picciotti' (but they are not 'kids', but
grownups, mainly farmhands or poor people) who are raging more and more
often, finding support everywhere. I don't know what will come out from
all that. The situation is really uncertain, as the one side is not
strong enough, and the other side is not organized enough. It is just a
blow followed by a counterblow, and the scale is not tipping in favor of
one side or the other.

I am just staying by the window keeping a watchful eye, although you can
guess where my liking goes. I haven't seen Severo downtown since the
beginning of the uprising -- it seems that he is devoting himself to the
picciotti with his usual zeal and he is respected and called "maestro."
You know how much he has always been devoted to the most humble classes.
I heard that he never misses company and that he is happier than a
rooster in a hen roost crowded with nice pullets, or better, handsome
and available cockerels.

About me, as I told you, between a court hearing and another, I'm
enjoying what you sent me with your letter. What conquered me at first
sight were his eyes, like those of a good puppy. When I had him take a
bath, I went to assist him and what I saw attracted me at once -- mainly
his glances filled with sweet promises. I wanted to dry him and I wanted
to suckle the nectar of that flower. He abandoned himself with such
grace and warmth and passion that made me ablaze. He wanted to taste the
forbidden fruit that he savored for a long while before opening to me
and... Well, I will never cease being grateful to you.

I asked myself with some amazement why you gave up such a splendor, but
then I came to know that your wick is already burning of another flame,
so to say. I hope we can meet one day and reunite our brotherhood again.
I also hope this letter can reach you without getting lost on the way.

An affectionate greeting. Be in good health.

Your affectionate friend and old studying and revelry companion

Guglielmo Macaluso."

Ruggiero explained to Enzo the pun in the letter -- in Latin, a stone is
called "petra", hence the pun with the uncut precious stone and
Petruzzo's name. Ruggiero was more amused for Petruzzo than the
disorders troubling the west part of the island. In the past, there had
been many rebellions, but afterwards everything always went back to the
way it was before. It was somewhat like a volcano's eruptions -- while
it is spitting fire and flames, and its reddish lava became rivers, it
almost seems like the end of the world is near. But then the red rivers
become black and everything resumes its usual rhythm with only small
changes that almost nobody seems to notice. Catania was crossed in its
central part with a black scar from the lava river from a few
generations ago, but new buildings had already started to rise here and
there and soon the dark scar would remain just a gradually fading
memory. So it would also happen for this rebellion about which Guglielmo
wrote.

But in April, they heard that groups of picciotti were gathering weapons
and causing worries in Messina and also in Siracusa. The authorities
regarded them as a "new outbreak of banditry" but others whispered it
was an insurrectionary movement comparable to the one that chased away
the Angevins. The exception was that the army, the king and the nobles
were all foreigners then, now it was hard to recognize the friend from
the enemy -- their accent would no longer be useful to distinguish them.
Even the king, a Bourbon of Spanish origins, was now speaking Neapolitan
even in his family, like everyone else. It was said that the old
Carbonarist movement was not dead and it was reorganizing secretly.
Someone on the contrary said that who pushed the picciotti to rebel was
the Mafia, who wanted to undermine the aristocracy and to take their
place, not only by gradually eroding their economic power, but also
social and political power.

Others instead said that who financed the rebellions were the English,
for their long-lasting hatred towards the Spanish. And last, there were
those who said that the king of Piedmont and Sardinia planned to become
the king of an Italy united from the Alps to Sicily. About the
Piedmontese, they seemed so far away... up in the Continent, to the
north, and with the Papal State in between, an insurmountable cushion --
who could dare to touch the land of the Pope, the chief of Christianity?
Certainly not a little king from the north...

The enlightened minds favored the union of Italy in only one kingdom --
it could then proudly and fearlessly compete with the foreign powers
like Spain, France, Austria and England. Somebody objected that the king
Victor Emmanuel of Turin was as much a stranger as the king Francis of
Naples. But the Piedmont king, some said, at least spoke Italian... and
he was not an ally of Austrians like "little Francis." On the contrary,
he fought them and also beat them...

Ruggiero and Enzo didn't care at all about these speeches. They had the
villa to complete and their secret love to live, to cultivate.

Don Raffaele came to check the progress of the work at the villa. He was
happy. And on that occasion, he informed Ruggiero that if he agreed, his
father was ready to deprive himself of him and of the young Enzo so they
cold stay with him at the villa. Ruggiero was overjoyed, but a good fox
as he was, he answered that if the old master and don Raffaele agreed on
that, he, only out of the long-lasting loyalty of his family, would
accept and leave his village to live in a foreign village... And he
didn't show enthusiasm or disappointment. So don Raffaele not only felt
he had to thank him, but also to increase the pay to both Ruggiero and
Enzo, who therefore officially got the title of vice-superintendent.

The scrumptious wedding of don Raffaele with the youth countess Eulalia
was held in Catania. Following the rite of the bishop, there was the
party in the Count's mansion. Ruggiero and Enzo were among the many
guests, and for the occasion, Ruggiero wanted Enzo to wear a new suit,
tailored especially for him. Enzo was somewhat frightened and stood in a
corner, looking at those high-rank people, mixed in the small group of
those who, like him, were just employees. Among the high-rank people,
most were invited just to increase the guest number rather than because
of real interest.

When don Raffaele wanted to introduce his new superintendent to his
wife, Ruggiero looked for Enzo with his eyes and gave him an
imperceptible sign to come closer. The boy didn't want to, but trembling
and embarrassed, obeyed.

Don Raffaele, seeing him approaching, gestured him to come closer and
introduced him to the young Countess, "... and this is the
vice-superintendent, don Vincenzo Rota. He is young but he is a
promising help to our don Ruggiero."

Enzo respectfully paid homage as he saw other people did, and met the
limpid eyes of the young bride, who was just barely older than himself.

The bride said with a sweet voice hiding an almost virile force, "I am
glad to meet you, don Vincenzo." Then she turned to her groom's side to
greet other guests.

Ruggiero took the more than embarrassed Enzo by the arm and led him
outside towards the terrace looking on the interior garden. "Do you like
our new mistress?"

"She is... beautiful."

"Not really beautiful, just pretty... but she is a strong woman under a
frail appearance. She will be a mistress to fear, besides to respect. I
tell you, at least at home, she will be the real master."

"Do you think she will be a harsh master? Aristocrats, it is said..."

"Aristocrats are like everybody else. I don't think she will be a bad
master, I can tell from her limpid eyes. It would be enough if you just
remember that she is the master, and not only the master's wife. Also,
the dowry she brings is too much for people to forget." The young man
changed of subject, "There are many girls making you sweet eyes,
Enzo..."

"Me?" the boy asked, somewhat shocked.

"Yes, sure. You are way too beautiful."

"It could be because of these clothes, so very beautiful."

"No, it is for yourself, your eyes, your hair, your look of a lost colt.
You hit many people's fancy."

"Come on, don't pull my leg!"

"And not only of the girls of a marriageable age..." Ruggiero said
cunningly.

"What do you mean?"

"Also of some married woman... and at last of a man."

"A man? And who?" the boy asked, more and more confused.

"Didn't you feel it? He is undressing you with his eyes, ever since we
arrived at the Count's mansion..."

"I was not aware..."

"That's a shame, he is desiring you so strongly. He is just waiting for
a sign from you, to take you where he knows..."

"Then he can wait until the final judgment day!" Enzo answered with a
superior little smile.

Ruggiero looked at him with laughing eyes, "You really don't know whom I
am talking about?"

"No, and I don't care, you should know that," the boy answered.

"On the contrary, I believe that if I tell you who he is, you would run
to him without hesitation, and you would do anything he asks you to..."

Enzo looked at him, frowning, and felt hurt, "Do you know me so little?
How can you say such things? Not even if he was don Raffaele in person!"

"And I say that I know you too well -- I bet that if that man tells you
to go with him to make love, you will go with him at once!"

"Stop that, you are hurting me with these words..."

Ruggiero looked in his eyes and said, "Little silly boy, that man is me.
Wouldn't you come at once and make love with me? I'm burning with
desire..."

Enzo looked at him, stunned, then lightened in a big smile and with a
low and warm voice, said, "You... sure I'll follow you wherever you
want! Where do you want to take me?"

"Come, then. I want you..."

Ruggiero guided him down the staircase that led to the garden from the
wide terrace, but then slipped under it, passing through a door leading
to a corridor. They went through the noisy kitchen, full of servants
busying to prepare the silver pots filled with fragrant coffee. Then
they entered the larder and went down the wine cellar.

"Where are you taking me?" Enzo asked, agitated, excited, somewhat
frightened for the self-assurance with which Ruggiero was moving in that
unknown mansion.

"Earlier, I helped to take some the wine bottles upstairs. And at this
time they will no longer serve wine, not after coffee, therefore...
Come."

"But what if they catch us? In the Count's home, two strangers going
around in that way..."

"They all are too busy."

"But if they notice our absence?"

"We are not important enough, and the mansion is huge, there are guests
everywhere."

"But not in the cellar."

"I want you!" Ruggiero said, taking him by an arm.

Enzo felt the desire of the man in that hold, and shuddered with
pleasure. Yes, he wanted him also.

Ruggiero guided him through three rooms with brick vaults and pillars,
to a final room with five big barrels, fragrant of aged wine. He pointed
to the gate from where the carts entered after each grape harvest,
taking the best wine there to fill the barrels. At its side, there was a
wooden ladder leading to a small cell from where the ropes of the
tackles and pulleys were maneuvered to load and unload the carts. "Up
there," he simply said.

Enzo swiftly climbed the ladder, followed by Ruggiero, who caressed his
back with a feeling of possession. The boy quivered. Reaching the small
cell, Ruggiero embraced him from his back, pushed himself against him,
and made him feel his imperious erection. Enzo tilted back his head,
leaning it on his man's shoulder, and Ruggiero kissed him, while
caressing his chest with one hand and intimately groping between his
legs with the other, "You want it too," he whispered merrily.

"How could I not?" the boy sighed while his lover's hands started to
unbutton his clothes.

While the feast continued two floors above, in that narrow wooden cell
the two lovers were celebrating their feast, with renewed passion,
moving with sweet vigor in unison. Upstairs, the dancing had started. In
that tiny room, their light pleasure moans were mixed with the festive
music in an erotic symphony. Ruggiero's hands were sweeping all over his
beloved's body with greedy pleasure. Enzo was holding himself with both
hands against the brick pillar of the arch, to balance the impetuous
pushes of his man inside him. He was happy, deeply happy to feel so
strongly desired, so intensely wanted, so manly loved. He completely
belonged to his man and yet, at the same time, Ruggiero also completely
belonged to him, in a contest of love. His strong, hot tool, deeply
embedded inside him was moving back and forth in a passionate, virile
dance.

And finally, in the exultation of all their senses, pleasure tightly
wrapped them like in a cloak, and made them explode in an extraordinary
orgasm that left them trembling and breathless for a long time.

Enzo turned, Ruggiero held him in his arms and they kissed with
passionate yearning. "Oh, my sparrow!"

"Yes..."

"I need you. What would I be without you?"

"But I, then? You are my king, my god, my life."

"Do you love me?"

"I love you."

"Will you always be mine?"

"Always and forever, you know it."

"I adore you..." they murmured between one kiss and another, and it was
not important who said what -- it was just the pleasure of listening to
the other's voice, to get lost in the light of his eyes, to melt by the
splendor of his smile.

When they went back to the other guests, Enzo was again astounded that
nobody noticed the grace state he was in. His happiness for that
extempore lovemaking was so intense that everybody should have become
aware of it. Enzo felt it was almost tangible. He didn't feel like a
stranger any more in that party -- he was the party's king, even if the
others didn't seem to be aware of that. From time to time, his eyes
captured Ruggiero's glances and they shone with luminous light.

A little before the party was over, Ruggiero and Enzo went back to
Nicolosi with the gig, to prepare for the welcome of don Raffaele and
the young Countess. The servants were waiting, spruced up -- the keeper
with his wife and the two elder sons, the cook with her help, the two
gardeners, the stable boy with his assistant, and the coach driver, then
the two waitresses of the countess and the two waiters of don Raffaele.
The two waitresses, the cook and her assistant, who was her son, were
already the countess' servants. The others instead came from don
Calogero's house. Ruggerio and Enzo make sure that everything was in
order and ready for the masters' arrival. Enzo ordered to decorate the
rooms that would be used by the newly wed couple with fresh flowers.
Ruggiero prepared all the books for the reports in the studio -- he was
sure that don Raffaele would have other things on his mind when he
arrived, but just in case, he preferred to be ready.

Quite possibly the couple would not desire to eat or to drink after the
abundant food and drinks at the party, but Enzo had the servants prepare
a light and refreshing meal.

Enzo was observing the servants. Besides master Leo, his wife Santa, and
their sons Alfio and Salvatore, whom he already knew, the gardener
master Francesco, a widow, and his son Lorenzo, who had worked there to
rebuild the garden, all the others were new faces or almost new. He had
seen the stable boy Gerolamo, with his wife Nunzia, who would take care
the wardrobe, and their son Rocco, stable boy assistant, the coach
driver Tano, who worked for don Calogero before. The two waiters found
by don Raffaele, Luciano and Giacomo, were new faces, two cousins from
Massa Annunziata; then the two waitresses of the young countess, Lucia
and Gaetana, Menica the cook, and her son and help Marzio.

How long would it take to remember all these names? He decided to write
them down and each name he would also write down their tasks and
information he was gradually gathering about them. He thought it was a
good thing that nobody had the same name among so many. Salvatore and
Rocco were of his age. Luciano, Marzio, Lorenzo and Alfio were a little
older than him. On average, all were rather young. The villa would be
lively -- in the evenings around the kitchen's big fireplace, there
would be merry chats... possibly.

Giacomo and Gaetana were married but they still hadn't had children.
Gerolamo and Nunzia left their younger children at the village,
entrusting them to the unmarried sister of the mother, Menica, who had
been abandoned by her husband shortly after Marzio's birth. Enzo was
slowly writing down these notes on a small notebook he made himself
using some spare sheets of paper. He was not able to write fast and in
an elegant way like Ruggiero, but he managed to write.

In the evening, the coach of the Count came, bringing the couple to
their residence. Alfio, who had been keeping a watching eye on the road,
ran to the villa so that when the coach entered the garden, all the
servants would be lined up to welcome the masters, with Ruggiero in the
front and Enzo at his side. Don Raffaele made a greeting gesture to all
of them and gave some coins to everyone. Then, followed by their
waiters, the couple went upstairs, declaring they needed to rest after
the long day of ceremonies and festivities. Ruggiero gave the orders for
the following day, then said everybody could retire to their rooms.
Master Leo with his family went back to the small house that was also
the Villa's guardhouse. Gerolamo and his family, and Tano went to the
rooms above the stables and the coach's depot, the others in the
servant's wing, and at last, Ruggiero and Enzo could withdraw to the
small tower.

As they agreed, Enzo stopped by his room to undress, undid the bed and
ruffled its sheets, then slipped on the long nightshirt and went
upstairs to his lover's room. Ruggiero was already in bed. He lifted the
covers in an invitation. Enzo pulled off his shirt and lay down near his
man.

Ruggiero embraced him and started to caress him, "Are you tired?"

"Nooo!" Enzo answered with roguish eyes, pushing himself against his man
to let him feel his erection.

Ruggiero smiled, "I see, it's true, you are rather... in good shape, I'd
say."

"And you?" Enzo asked, plunging under the covers to search for his
lover's member with his lips.

When he emerged again to kiss him on his mouth, Ruggiero said with a
cunning smile, "Don Raffaele is probably making the young countess taste
his salami..."

"And you, aren't you going to make me taste yours?"

"Wasn't it enough this afternoon?" his lover asked him jokingly.

"That was just the appetizer..." Enzo said giggling while Ruggiero was
going on top of him.

"Then get ready for the first and second course and the fruit."

"And cake?" the boy sighed, opening to welcome his man inside himself.

"And cake, of course," the young man said, slowly and pleasurably
sinking inside his beloved boy.

"Ruggiero is tireless," the boy thought with sheer pleasure while the
young man was rocking inside him with untamed enthusiasm. Their mouths
were sealed in a long, passionate kiss.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 13

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