Zax Time Travelling Libertine 02

He jumped onto the train, only a small bag of luggage in his hands, with seconds to spare. The whistle blew and the wheels began to chug, Zax sliding the doors closed as the engine steamed out of Gare de l'Est on a snowy afternoon.

Somewhere on the

Orient Express

was an anomaly, one of Vibe Inc.'s missing devices, and finding it was a race against time. He didn't know which passenger had it - or, perhaps, one of the staff - but there was no guarantee that they'd stay on the train all the way until the termination in Istanbul. He didn't want to have to go back home and coordinate another jump through the Doughnut if it ended up in the wild in Munich or Budapest - much as he'd like to tour Europe's grand cities (again).

But he hadn't had time to buy a fare and was soon wrangled by the train conductor while on his way to the dining car to scope out the fellow riders; the dining car, bar, and bedrooms were the only places for them to be.

"Do you have a ticket, sir?" asked the gruff conductor. He was older but had a quality about him Zax enjoyed. Maybe he'd been in the army.

"I must have left it in my other trousers," said Zax. "Terribly sorry. Can I buy one now?" The agency kept plenty of period money on hand, and he'd been given a small fortune by the people in the prop department, just in case.

"Strasbourg?" asked the conductor.

"Istanbul," said Zax. He looked up.

"I'm afraid there aren't any free rooms. You're going to have to get off in Strasbourg and remember to buy a ticket," he said.

"Are you sure? I'm sure you can squeeze me in somewhere," he said, taking out bills of Francs. The conductor studied the money.

"It simply won't be possible. There are no spare-"

"Pardon me, Mr Smith," a maid appeared behind him in the narrow corridor, carrying fresh linens. "I believe there

is

a spare bed in Mr Dumitru's room. He arrived unaccompanied."

"The man is buying a ticket to Strasbourg and leaving, Celia," said the conductor. "That's it." Both the conductor and the maid were British; they must be part of the train's London contingent.

"But sir. If he's expected in Istanbul, you can't strand him in Strasbourg in the winter," said the maid. "He clearly has the money for the ticket." Mr Smith crossed her arms and studied her. She was standing very near to Zax, and he began to feel hot in her presence. Maids were one of his weaknesses - though, admittedly, he had rather a lot of those.

"I will speak to Mr Dumitru."

"I was just there to take the spare sheets he didn't need, but if there's going to be another passenger, I ought to put them back," she said.

"Do you two know each other?" asked Mr Smith, glancing between Zax and Celia.

"Not at all," he said, and he was sure of it. He

never

forgot a flame. "I'm Fontaine."

"Well, Mr Fontaine. We'd better go and ask Mr Dumitru whether you'll be staying in France or riding with us all the way to the Black Sea."

"Yes, I think we better had," Zax agreed. Celia the maid led the way, and as she turned in the really

very

tight corridor, she brushed against Zax. He felt swelling in his trousers but was hoping his relatively loose period attire would keep it largely hidden.

It wasn't long until they reached the sleeping carriage and Mr Smith rapped his knuckles on the first door they found. When it slid open, they were greeted with a slender, handsome young man. It was his jaw that struck Zax, strong and square; he wondered how far Mr Dumitru could open his mouth.

"Apologies for the interruption, but we have a stowaway, and I've been informed you have a spare bed," said Mr Smith.

"Oh. Yes, my... My travelling companion was indisposed and can't make the journey to Bucharest," he said. He was Romanian. "Is there nowhere else?"

"You'd be doing me a favour," said Zax, smiling at him. "I'm in a hurry to get to Istanbul, and they're threatening to throw me off in Strasbourg."

"It's nice there at this time of year," said Mr Dumitru.

"Please," Zax implored. "You only have to put up with me until Bucharest."

"I need my privacy."

"You can have all the privacy you need, I'm happy to stay in the bar. I'd just rather not stay in France. Zax Fontaine," he held out his hand to shake Dumitru's hand. He obliged, and Zax pulled out one of his tricks. He sensed something in this man and brushed his thumb softly on the back of his hand when they shook. It was so subtle a gesture that Mr Smith and Celia didn't notice, but Dumitru certainly did. He didn't recoil, but when let Zax go his hand remained frozen in the air for a moment.

"Sir?" the conductor prompted. "If you'd prefer, we can eject him-"

"No, no. He can have the second bed."

"Thank you," said Zax. "I won't be any bother." He organised buying his ticket from Mr Smith and then he was home free. Now, he just had to scope out everybody else and find who had his toy. Perhaps he could persuade Celia to let him search the rooms during dinner...

"You've got a bad deal here," said Dumitru when the door closed again, Zax watching Celia disappear elsewhere down the carriage having dropped the linens down on the empty bed. "I'm in no mood to entertain a stranger."

"Ah, this stranger is perfectly capable of entertaining himself," said Zax, still looking through the window. Where had she brought the linens from? Was there a cupboard? And if so, how large was it... He found himself absent-mindedly adjusting himself in his trousers, then realised Dumitru was watching.

"The maid has you excited?"

"You know how it is, being red-blooded and all," Zax said.

"Mm..."

Zax tossed his small bag - which contained only his knickknacks from the future, some 'supplies', and a change of clothes - onto the bed and sat down, checking his watch. They were out of Paris and the restaurant car would open for dinner soon.

"Steak on the menu, then?" he said, trying to fill the air.

"I believe so."

"Good. All this talk of red blood has me craving some real meat."

He couldn't get much conversation out of Dumitru, but he

had

been warned to that effect, so he wasn't too disappointed. Before long, the dining car opened and Zax made a beeline for it, pulling out his cash again.

The steak did

not

disappoint. It was delicious, though the boiled vegetables it came with weren't quite as memorable. He ate his dinner in the company of an elderly, German countess who was joined by a severe lady's maid. The lady's maid didn't like Zax at all, but the countess, a widow with a fortune to burn, was charmed that he'd chosen to sit with her.

While he certainly wasn't beyond a match-up like that, and indeed, the countess was just as likely to be hiding Vibe Inc.'s missing items as any of the other passengers, he formed a better plan, involving Celia.

Once he'd finished his food, including a large slice of cake, he excused himself and went sneaking off through the train, night closing around them as it chugged on towards Strasbourg. He encountered another maid, who smiled at him just as eagerly, but he already had rapport with Celia. She'd vouched for him with the conductor, after all.

He found her on a narrow ladder dusting a lampshade while everybody was preoccupied in the dining car. The train rumbled and she nearly lost her balance; Zax caught the ladder for her.

"Shouldn't you have finished that before the passengers arrived?"

"I was running late this morning, Mr Fontaine," she said, going pink when she saw it was him coming to her rescue. "The countess can't bear dust."

"It looks suitably dust-free to

me

," he said.

"Am I blocking the way? Mr Dumitru's room is back down the carriage," she said.

"I was looking for you," he said, and she blushed even more, and climbed down from the ladder. He helped her fold it back up. "Where does this go? Would you like some assistance carrying it?"

"It goes in the luggage car. It's actually for loading; I'm borrowing it," she said.

"The luggage car? That's exactly the place I wanted to visit."

"What for?"

"To rifle through people's luggage, of course," he said.

She frowned. "I couldn't allow that." The ladder propped up safely, Zax crossed his arms, leaned on the train wall, and grinned at her.

"Are you sure? It's for King and country."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I work for the British government, and I'm looking for sensitive records that I believe are being transported by somebody on this train," he said. "With everything going on in Germany, you can see why I'm desperate to find it before we reach Munich later." Appealing to her sense of patriotism was the right strategy.

"Well... If it's for a good cause, I suppose... Under

supervision

, you might be allowed into the luggage car," she said, stepping towards him.

"I insist on supervision," he lowered his voice. "How else would we be sure that nothing suspicious is going on, and that nothing gets stolen?"

"Quite right, Mr Fontaine."

"Zax, please."

"What kind of name is 'Zax'?"

"A code name. This is top secret business for military intelligence, you understand," he said. "I'm under orders from Chamberlain himself, but it was very last-minute, hence the lack of a ticket."

"And you want

my

help?"

"You've already helped me earlier, I'm sure you can be trusted," he said. Trusted to help him find somebody's hidden dildo.

"In that case, it's right this way." That was a relief; he didn't think Mr Smith would be as amenable to Zax's usual seduction tactics, and certainly not amenable enough to let him search everybody's suitcases.

But they both knew that more than looking at suitcases was on the agenda, because Celia took Zax's hand to pull him down the corridor and into the next car, completely forgetting that she had a ladder to return. It was dark, empty, and full of bags and trunks, all rattling around on the shelves as the train sped across the continent.

She kissed him right away, pushing him against the nearest shelf and pressing her entire body against him. The swelling returned as his cock began to harden. Celia knew what she was doing; he didn't think he was the first passenger she'd taken a liking to. He kissed her back, moving his tongue to entice her to open her mouth further. She did and their tongues met, toying with each other slowly. But when she tried to unfasten his belt, he stopped her.

"Hold on a few minutes," he whispered, turning away from her to pull out the nearest suitcase.

"Don't disturb too much," she warned him, keeping a close eye on what he was doing.

"I have very delicate hands, don't worry," he said. And the things he would do to her with those hands when he was done with work...

He went through suitcase after suitcase, with Celia touching him from behind. She slid a hand under his jacket and found one of his nipples, her hands ghosting over it through his shirt, but he kept his mind on his task. Thankfully, the

Orient Express

wasn't carrying many passengers, only half a dozen.

"Don't you know who has it?" she asked when this had gone on for a while.

"No. It could even be one of the staff. Maybe it's

you

."

"Not at all," she said.

But he didn't find anything suspicious in any of the bags or suitcases. No vibrators, suction toys, dildos, harnesses - nothing. Celia was soaked through for him and let him go through the employee luggage, too, but he still drew a blank. But the car wasn't the only place where luggage would be found: there were the bedrooms, too. Could he go into them, one by one, after hours? He supposed he had no choice.

In the meantime, though, he turned his attention back on Celia. He returned the favour from earlier and pinned her against a shelf, kissing her again. Finally, he let her undo his belt. Her hand easily found his fully erect cock and started stroking it; he moaned into her mouth, his underwear almost as wet as hers from precum.

There was no more time for foreplay. They'd worked themselves up enough during his luggage search. He lifted up her hemline and she helped him pull down her underwear just enough to give him access. He lifted her onto one of the luggage shelves and pushed himself inside, fucking her against the suitcases still with nearly all of his clothes on.

It wasn't to last. The door slid open, letting in a shaft of light. Dumitru stepped inside and saw them, Zax looking over his shoulder to see who it was. Dumitru went white.

"I'm - I was - I was looking for the steward, I'm sorry. Wrong carriage." He backed out and slammed the door closed while Celia cursed.

"I'm going to lose my job!" she hissed. "Passengers aren't allowed to come in here!"

"Where

are

they allowed to come?" asked Zax, leaning away from her a little. She was distraught, though. "He won't tell anybody."

"He's already looking for the steward. You'd better stop, I can't be found in here. It's lucky you didn't take anything." He was close, but she'd told him to stop, so he withdrew. His cock was rock hard, throbbing, and dripping. She looked down at it a little sadly. "I'm getting off the train in Istanbul, too. Perhaps we could finish this later? If they don't throw me off before then."

"Perhaps," said Zax, intending never to make it to Istanbul.

He tidied himself up and she pushed him out of the car. He wanted nothing more than to finish so he made a beeline for his room, but found Dumitru in there, looking through one of his bags. He quickly closed it when Zax came in.

"I didn't mean to walk in on you, Mr Fontaine," he said.

"It's Zax. And it's fine - the maid's worried about her job, though."

"I'm not going to report anything. But perhaps you shouldn't take such liberties with the staff."

"It's only a bit of fun," he said. He knew Celia felt the same way, that he was just as much of a convenience for her - and he prided himself on always being as

convenient

as possible for the people he bumped into.

"You didn't have to stop," said Dumitru. "I'm turning in early. Can't find the steward." No release for Zax, then. He was going to have to do some deep breathing and think of unpleasant things to make his hard-on disappear.

That was easier said than done, though. Unfazed by having another man in the room, Dumitru was getting ready for bed. There was no bathroom for privacy, just chamber pots under the bed. Zax was still worked up, his dick ready to blow, and it was made worse by watching Dumitru slowly undress, revealing his slim, toned body and wiry frame - and semi-erect penis.

Interesting

. He was a little shorter than Zax, but his ass was perfect - except... There was something sticking out. Something black, shaped like the bottom of an anchor.

A butt plug.

He'd found it.

Zax turned his attention to the window, pretending the landscape was extremely interesting to him while Dumitru finished getting changed into his nightclothes. Then it was time for Zax to do the same thing, keeping his back turned so that Dumitru wouldn't see how severe his situation was.

The latch on the window was a little loose, though. It gave way in the speed and a freezing gust of wind blew in. That finally calmed down Zax's cock, almost as effective as a cold shower, and he could strip down to his underwear and get into the tiny, cot bed.

The Colonel wouldn't like it, but Zax could only think of one way to get that butt plug out of Mr Dumitru's asshole, and it involved putting on him the very same moves Zax had been putting on Celia. But while he'd responded to Zax's handshake trick, he was otherwise reserved, and Zax wasn't one to take advantage of someone. Of course, if Scarlet were here instead, she'd probably punch him in the head, hold him down, pull it out, and leave. But Zax wasn't Scarlet.

So, he waited. One by one, he heard the other passengers retreating to their rooms, except for the few who were staying out to make use of the train's well-stocked bar. The curtains were drawn across their compartment windows, but moonlight poured in from outside.

He started to worry that waiting was the wrong course of action, and that perhaps Dumitru wouldn't be forthcoming if he fell asleep and Zax woke him up, but who fell asleep with a butt plug still inserted?

As it happened, he wasn't asleep at all. Zax started to hear the sound of the linen moving on the other bed. He rolled over, quietly, to see what was going on. Dumitru was touching himself. No doubt it was being enhanced by his little friend.

Before long, Dumitru rolled onto his back and pushed down the sheets, exposing himself completely. He was something of a twink when Zax finally got a good look at him, with

some

muscle definition, but very little hair on his chest. The main thing, though, was that Zax

wanted

him, and his cock (and the butt plug).

Dumitru was holding a photograph in his free hand, staring at it intently through his glasses. Whatever it was, though, it wasn't doing the trick. His rod wasn't all the way hard, despite how vigorously he was tugging on it. He stroked and stroked, the skin gliding up and down, as Zax began to harden again under his own linens.

When he was rock solid, he couldn't bear it anymore. He copied Dumitru and rolled onto his back, kicking the sheets away so that he was fully exposed. Dumitru froze, but Zax was just getting started, working his shaft slowly, fully aware that he had an audience.

"What are you doing?" Dumitru asked after a minute.

"Just enjoying myself," said Zax. "I was trying to enjoy myself earlier, with the maid, but you interrupted."

"You Brits... The things you think are normal in those dorms of yours."

"I never went to any school with a dorm," said Zax. "I just have certain proclivities. I think you might share them, Mr Dumitru."

"It's Stefan," he said. "Stefan Dumitru."

"We're doing first names?"

"We're not 'doing' anything. But it's Stefan."

"Okay," said Zax, still jerking himself slowly.

"Do you have to do that?" said Stefan. He was only pretending to be annoyed, though. Every time he looked back at Zax, his eyes lingered for a little longer.

"

You

were doing it."

"I thought you were asleep."

"No."

Again, the dodgy latch went. The window opened, another breeze coming in so swiftly that it blew the photograph from Stefan's hands and onto the floor near Zax's bed. Zax saw that it was a modest picture of a young woman.

"Girlfriend? Fiancée?" asked Zax.

"Former fiancée," Stefan admitted, clambering out of bed and picking the picture back up. Zax stopped what he'd been doing. Stefan was nude in the middle of the room, looking at the picture again. Zax sat up.

"Why did it end?" said Zax.

"I don't love her. I feel very little for her at all, and it seemed unfair to put her such a position, when..." Zax worked it out. He couldn't get it up while thinking about women. Zax perched on the cot with his dick still on display, standing tall and waiting, Stefan's eyes wandering over it again.

"Is it just her who doesn't interest you, or all of them?" asked Zax quietly.

"All of who?"

"Women."

"As opposed to what?"

"Men, of course."

"

Men

?"

"You're more ready talking to

me

than you were when you were touching yourself and looking at that picture," said Zax. "Even with the help of your, er..."

"My what?"

"I saw it in your arse. I know what it is." Stefan was quiet. Tentatively, Zax reached up a hand and traced a finger up his thigh. Stefan shivered and his cock twitched a little. Zax traced up and down. "Has it been a while? Since you were... satisfied?"

"They sent me to England a year ago to find a good wife," he said. "We were engaged, all set to marry quickly last week. We were to return to Bucharest today. I couldn't trap her in an empty marriage, though."

"Well, she may not be here," said Zax, getting to his feet, "but

I

am. I can't be your wife, but there are still things I can do." Stefan's cock was growing rapidly harder from words alone.