Doyle eyed his naked self admiringly in the full-length mirror. "Beautiful" was how Bodie had described him earlier, and though it wasn't quite the word he would have used, he had no aversion to Bodie calling him that. He'd go along with it quite happily.

He looked again at their reflections. Bodie, smooth-skinned, stocky and muscular; himself smaller, slighter, the dark chest hair a silky smooth pelt. He looked almost skinny beside Bodie's solid frame. But they made a handsome pair, no doubt about that.

He caught Bodie's glance in the mirror and grinned back at the man standing by his side with one arm draped possessively -- as usual -- about his shoulders.

"Narcissistic," said Doyle being profound, jerking his head towards the mirror. "That's what we are."

Bodie looked off into space, carefully enunciating every syllable. "Nar-ciss-is-tic." He swivelled a deliberately blank look at his partner.

"You," Doyle replied to Bodie's reflection, "know. Narcissus."

"I don' wanna know," Bodie growled at his reflection. "Last bloke that called me Flower got 'is teeth down 'is throat for free." He looked menacing. "An' I didn't think you were the shrinkin' violet type either."

"Idiot," said Doyle happily. "Narcissus. Greek bloke."

Bodie dropped his arm from Doyle's shoulder and folded his arms, standing straight and solid on his bare feet.

"Same thing," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "I know all about 'em."

"Oh?" Doyle was suddenly all hopeful innocence, having decided it was time they stopped talking and got down to some action. "Gonna give us a demo, then?"

"Eh? With them," Bodie nodded at their reflections, "watchin'?"

"Yeah," Doyle murmured throatily, sounding enthusiastic at the idea. "Give 'em a thrill." He gave a lecherous grin at his image, who grinned back.

"Yeah," Bodie agreed, having mulled the idea over in his mind. "Why not? Let's give 'em an eyeful." He reached for Doyle, pausing a moment to glance at the big dark man in the mirror with his arm once more firmly around his slighter-framed, tousle-headed companion.

"Yeah," he said again slowly, letting his lip curl in a typical Bodie smile, "look at 'em. Pair of fuckin' pansies."

Doyle broke into an evil cackle as the smile spread across Bodie's features,

And the images in the mirror laughed.

-- THE END --