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 "Her-her-maphrodite?" Di' you juss call...me that, Doyle?" William Bodie
glowered at his partner who was sprawled all over Bodie's settee.

 Green and red eyes opened briefly then closed. "Not me. Tongue can' s-say
it now. S-said you m-might be bisex-sexual."

 Bodie sat there, thinking. At that moment in time--after three doubles
and a number of pints--it took Bodie slightly longer than usual to put his
thoughts together. "Not much b-better, is it?"

 Doyle raised his curly head, once more defying gravity to do its worst.
"You're the one what s-said you'd f-fucked a man." That profound
pronouncement out of the way, the russet-haired head once again sunk onto
a pillow.

 "Did." A minute's time elapsed. "Long t-time ago. Not since...." Bodie's
eyes scrunched up as he tried to think of exactly the last time he'd been
with a man. "'fore you anyway."

 "Didya like it?" came the whisper from the talking corpse on the settee.

 "'S okay. Better 'n me right hand."

 "Try the left."

 "Wha?"

 "Like usin' me left s-sometimes."

 "You're am-ambi...you know!" It was too much trouble to be articulate
that night. 'Hermaphrodite' had exhausted Bodie's syllables for the
evening.

 "Mebbe I am, but 's like bein' bisex-sexual. D-doubles the fun!" Eyes
still closed, Doyle's mouth took on a lascivious smile.

 "You ever?"

 "Wha?"

 "You know...had a m-man?" Bodie defied fate as he leaned nearer to where
his partner was lying.

 The smile disappeared. Instead, Doyle sat up to stare at his friend.
"How...how'd we get on this anyways? Jus' needed a drink to w-warm up from
that friggin' res-res...water hole. Bleedin' Cow!"

 Bodie tried to put his lips together to make a tutting sound, but his
lips were numb so he only protested, "Did give us his f-flask."

 "Gave you the fl-flask, mate. Me, I had one s-sip!" Suddenly Doyle
hiccoughed once then twice.

 "Made up for it when we got here." Bodie started to giggle.

 "Bodie, wh-where's here?" He, too, started to giggle.

 "My place, you toad. Said it was cl-closer. Needed a hot shower. Took
most of the water too."

 "Dinnit. 'Sides I got 'im."

 "Who?" Bodie's thoughts were clearing up, but still slightly out of
focus.

 "The Cow! Wrung me shirt out all over his up-up...car seat." Now that he
was upright, Doyle's thinking was less foggy as well.

 Bodie started to laugh. He could just imagine the fury on the
Controller's face if he accidentally sat in the wet spot. "C-can't get too
mad, can 'e? S-saved London, you 'n me."

 "Yeh, you 'n me," Doyle agreed as he slumped down from the settee to the
floor, landing on his bum with a plaintive cry of "Ouch!"

 "You hurt somethin', sunshine?"

 "Me bum. Your floor's hard," Ray accused.

 "S-sorry." Bodie carefully moved down to sit next to his partner. "Want
me to kiss it 'n make it better?" The big ex-merc reached out to touch
Ray's arm.

 "Don't! Always makin' jokes. Heard 'bout what you said to Susan bloody
Fenton."

 Bodie tried to think for a minute. "What'd I say?"

 "'Bout all them birds what think you should be put down! That's what!"
The adrenaline in Doyle's system had begun to push out the alcohol.

 "Just tryin' to get her to talk. 'Sides how'd you hear 'bout that?"

 Doyle put one finger on his nose. "I haf my vays," he replied in a silly
accent.

 "So you don't want me to kiss your b-bum? How 'bout somewhere else?"

 Breathlessly, Ray asked, "Where else?"

 Bodie took one Ray's hands into his to kiss the palm. "Here or maybe
here?" Bodie kissed the damaged cheekbone on Ray's face. "Or even better
here?" Bodie's lips covered Doyle's for a long, luscious moment before he
pulled away.

 Green eyes just stared into blue. "What...what'd you do that for?"

 "Wanted to. Have since Cowley told me that my new partner was a moody
ex-copper who was a better shot than me."

 The green eyes lit up. "Am too."

 "Only with a handgun, mate." Blue eyes twinkled back as Bodie wrapped his
arms around the man seated next to him. "Gave me all the incentive I
needed to do my best, to stick around and prove I was the better man. Then
I realized it didn't matter anymore. I needed you with me when I jumped
into a freezin' cold reservoir or faced that nutter Billy Turner. Knew
you'd be there to watch my back."

 "Wouldn't mind watchin' your other parts too," Doyle admitted.

 Bodie smiled sweetly at the curly-haired man. "Then can I assume the
answer to my earlier question was that you have been with a man before?"

 "A couple. Nothin' too heavy. Dinnit love them."

 Bodie's face registered astonishment. "Love?"

 "'S not a dirty word. Guess I'm like Nesbitt, Sutton, and Susan Fenton,"
Ray explained.

 "What'r you talkin' about?"

 "One way or another they were all addicted--to heroin or a cause or just
money. Me, I'm addicted to you," Ray assured him.

 Bodie's kiss took Ray's breath away. As it went on and on, he began to
feel lightheaded until Bodie finally pulled back. "The feeling's mutual,
sunshine, and I don't think there's a cure."

 Ray just stared at the man he'd worked with, got drunk with, even
double-dated with in the past months. He knew his partner was not a man to
stand still for long. "Bodie, don't take this wrong, but you are sober,
aren't you? I mean this isn't just an alcoholic fantasy on my part...or
yours?"

 "No need to worry, mate. I'm in this for keeps. Now, what do you say we
go into the bedroom and I'll apply some osculatory healing to your bruised
bum?"

 This time Doyle didn't hesitate.

 -- THE END --

 *November 2004*

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