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This story is No. 2 in the series "Cyclops (Faux) P.I.s". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander develops a dislike of Queen Andais. (Sequal to Arges and Brontes)

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Literature > Merry Gentry seriesserpentladyFR1821,9571106,70110 Nov 0714 Nov 07Yes

Chapter the Only [Mark II]

A/N: this one's for you, purrfus.

Bright light woke Xander. That and a pounding headache and the varied other symptoms of hangoverdom. He groaned quietly and tried to shift upright. He failed. He looked down to try to find the source of the odd weight on his chest. A head of snow white curls greeted him.

Another groan as memories assaulted his brain escaped. His head hurt too much to think very hard. All he knew was that he liked Rhys. Rhys was asleep on his chest. They were both fully dressed. Anything beyond that was irrelevant. He lay back, trying to get comfortable. He couldn't remember how much Rhys had had to drink, but if there was a chance the other man would wake up with a hangover, Xander wanted to spare him that.

After a while of laying there, listening to his pulse thunder through his ears, the hangover started to ebb away and rational thought began to reemerge.

'I almost had sex with Rhys. I almost had sex with a man. Why does the former freak me out more? And why does "almost" make me want to have a stern talking to with his Queen? Yeah, I can so see that happening: Queen Andais, I don't like you. I may however change my mind if you lift your geas of celibacy on Rhys. Yeah, sure, okay.' Xander gave a rather porcine snort.

Rhys woke up pillowed on a rather comfortable male chest. He smiled to himself, thinking about Xander. He still didn't know whether to be insulted at how fast the mortal fell asleep or relieved at how understanding he had been about his geas. He looked up and saw one hazy brown eye gazing at the ceiling.

"Whatcha' doin?"

"Contemplating life, the universe, and everything. But actually, I was thinking about your bird problem." Rhys gave him a confused, frowny-face. "Your geas. Sounds like the plural of goose. Bird problem. Anyway, thought about it. Don't like it."

Rhys smiled at that. Galen would like that term. Doyle would just frown at him without actually frowning. Merry would giggle. "Queen Andais doesn't like to share."

"She sounds like a spoiled brat. When in the business of killing evil demons and averting apocalypi, you learn to share real fast."

"You do know that the plural of apocalypse is apocalypses, right?"

"Yes, but apocalypi is more fun to say. Anyway, I don't like her. She sounds bratty and bitchy and possessive. And her stupid bird-curse-thing. I really like you and I don't like what it does to you. Sex is a very necessary bodily function. Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we should feed it with as little restraint as the others."

Rhys raised an eyebrow. "Never thought of you as a follower of de Sade."

"You never know what you might need to know."


"Thank Anything I'm not a Sidhe. I think I'd end up doing a hostile take-over out of sheer frustration."

[Cue ominous music]

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