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Copyright January 2002 iffl CONTENTS PLEASURE BENT 1 BETWEEN THE LINES 6 ARMY GAMES 13 HYPERION TO A SATYR 17 SUCH A DAY TOMORROW 34 THE ANNIVERSARY 38 THE JUNGLE BOOK 44 FLU 48 FLU 2 sequel to Flu by SEBASTIAN and HG 60 THE BALL WAS GOOD 69 ON HEAT 77 JUST A KISS 86 B&D BESIDE THE SEA 93 DOG-HOUSE PRESS PLEASURE BENT "Bodie." dog, leanedaround Bodieand pincheda sausagefrom "Yeh?" Bodie lifted his head from surveillance of the pan, juggling it hastily from hand to hand when it the fryingpan and its spitting cantankerous occupants proved, inevitably, agonisingly hot. "Come on then," to see Doyle ornamenting the doorway. From one he said between gasps of pain, "what are they, leanfingered hand dangled a curio Bodie would far Tantalus?" havepreferred him not to disinter. His stomachjolted. "Tantalus is your role," said Bo die with lofty ^ Hunger, hetold himself, andjabbed a sausage, cruelly. intellectualism, "not mine. To put you out of your "What the 'ell are these? Never figured you were misery, though, sunshine, those are pleasure beads." into jewellery." Doyle draped the polished wooden He turned off the gas and tipped the remaining beads across his chest and offered himself for suasages onto the plate. He was waiting for the penny inspection. Actually, lying over dishevelled cotton to drop. Five, six - ten - and negligently revealed chest hair, they rather suited "I get it." (iSI him. Roughly jewelled, Doyle looked unrespectable Bodie's stomach knotted again. and pagan, up for grabs in any fertility rite. Doyle was still looking at him most "Decoration," Bodie told him, bending once more unintellegently. "You in the flesh, and the ladies still over the furiously spitting sausages to account for his need these? I dunno. I'm disappointed in you," he heated skin, "is not what they're for. Do I need jibed and opened his mouth wide to sink his teeth into decoration?" He shot Doyle an Tm-beautiful' grin his stolen sausage. and continued: "'Ave you been hunting round my "Not for ladies, dumbo," Bodie told him with bloody bedroom again? Nothing's safe when you're gentle, pleasurable condescension. "Men." around, is it?" The sausage got swallowed. "Was hopin' to find a Mayfair I 'adn't read." Bodie dealt with that by the simple expedient of iB| "Not a chance, mate. I'm having a whirl on the pounding Doyle on the back until it flew out again. other side, any case." Bodie put a hand on one hip "Messy little bugger," he observed, bending and winked, outrageously. As intended, this diverted resignedly to dispose of the shredded evidence. Doyle. "Bloody good job you weren't born royal." "Realised that when I saw the Zipper on the Doyle had abandoned all interest in sausages. bedside table." Doyle moved nearer, slanted green "You mean -" His eyes were huge, his mouth a round P eyes sly, a little provocative. "Big cocks turn you on O ofshock. He was still coughing, spasmodically, but then, do they?" he tempted. seemed unaware ofthis. Bodie refused to be fazed. "Sometimes, yeah." Bodie met his gaze. "Yeah." Impatient, he teased a fork through a sausage. It was "But - where do you - " he said, delicately. a mistake. It spat back fat hotly at him. Bodie gave him a straight look. "Doyle, nobody's "Me too," admitted Doyle; and then wondered too this thick." late if that was wise, too over the limit, even for a Doyleexhaled long and loud, through pursed lips. mate as close as this one. Then, fatalistic, he mentally "Bit kinky, innit?" He eyed the objects in a totally shrugged it off. He'd bet mostmen hadat leastsome new light; wary fascination. Then, slyly eyeing curiosity inthat direction; notodd to admitit; honest. Bodie: "What does it feel like?" He fondled the beads absently, remembered them and Bodie shrugged. He extended a plate ofsausages looked down at what he held. "Not meant for and a doorstep of bread and butter to his partner. decoration, eh? Come offit, Bodie, what the 'ell can Doyle evaded it. you do with beads otherthan - oh, I get it. Lights's "Ah, c'mon, Bodie, I wanna know. You can't tell dawned. They're worry beads, that it?" me 'alf the story in that tantalising fashion and then "You can," agreed Bodie, "experiencea moment or duck out of itjust when I'm gettin' interested." ff> two of worry with 'em it's true, but no, they're not Bodie sighed. No escape. Putting down the plate worry beads. What the heck would I need worry he took the string of smooth beads, now warmed by beadsfor-" longarmed, he madea grab for Doyle, ran the touch of Doyle's hands, and ran them absently, his fingers quickly through silken tangles "- when I quickly, between his fingers. "It's not something can play with your 'air instead?" you'd want every time." He met Doyle's eyes in Doyle pulled himself free, shook his head like a rueful acknowledgement of the weirdness of human sexuality, knowing that he and Doyle were close Bodie set himselffree then, with care, and turned enough to share such a damning fact about human to face him, his mouth twisted with determination. nature. I dunno, Bodie thought, there isn't much I can "Because it might mean too much," he said, "And you think ofwouldn't turn most people on, given the right know it." circumstances... we're funny, us humans.... Doyle understood that. Emotions known through Doyle nodded, slowly, whether to the unspoken centuries flickered through him; Bodie too knew thought transmitted by rapport or to Bodie's words, them. Doyle was steady. "Let it, then. Let it. I'll Bodie didn't know. Hands placed behind him on the stand the cost," he said softly, "ifyou will." breakfast bar, his lithe partner hoisted himselfup to sit on it without looking. "What I wanna know is - " *** " - where I got them from," completed Bodie, resigned; but Doyle shook his head, a flash oflaughter It would have happened anyway, sometime, if not in his eyes. tonight; they had been charting the path out this way "Nah. Why haven't I 'eard of 'em before, is what for years. I wanna know." It wasn't the first time he had kissed Ray, but it "You probably cameacross 'em ina book," offered was almost as sweet as that first flying touch ofmouth Bodie kindly, "but were too innocent to know what is to warm mouth, shared at the end ofa close, drunken was all about. Me, I had a decadent oriental evening when they had turned mellow, and tender upbringing." with red wine and amity. "Really," mocked Doyle, and went quickly back to Once done, no way to have it undone, and so it had this entrancingsubject before Bodiecould regalehim happened again; it was their secret, one exciting, with tales of the said upbringing. "Give 'em 'ere a dark, forbidden - warm... they never spoke ofit. Nor minute." had they ever taken it any further - at least, in reality. Bodie passed them over. "Sausages are getting Almost as sweet, now, here on Bodie's wide bed in cold," he said without any hope at all. the near dark; and also sweeter: drowning in the "Not hungry," Doyle said absently, curly head nearness ofhim, the new freedom to explore him with bowed in concentration overthe stringof beadsas if every sense Bodie wondered dizzily if they weren't considering the exciting life they must have led. "So, going in too fast, streaking on comet-like to a fast you do what with 'em? You - " finish, and the beads still clenched, forgotten, in his "Owe," corrected Bodiegently, but firmly;the less hand. personal the pronoun the more he felt he could stand He let them fall. to discuss this without blushing again: "owe slides His hand found and curled around Doyle's erect, them in, or, hasthem slid in,and then, just when the throbbing cock, half-accessible from clothing hastily moment ofglory approaches - " pushed aside, his other arm sliding beneath Doyle to " - you have them pulled out," said Doyle, roll him closer, cradle him in the lee ofhis shoulder as cottoning on with no trouble at all; his voice fell to a he had done so many times in fantasy; Doyle's warm lush murmur. "One byone. Slowly." His head tipped breath sobbed intohisthroat,catchingspasmodically, back, eyes falling shut; his hand gripped the beads jerky, his fingers caught and dug into Bodie's arm. tightly. He was sweating. He's -thought Bodie inamazementjust as Doyle's It wasthen Bodie knew he was indeep trouble. wholebodyconvulsedon an arch ofecstasy; a second He gazed compelled at Doyle's flushed, of frozen stillness and then the rhythmic, silent wicked-cherub face, knowing that any moment Doyle pulsing under his incredulous fingers, his thumb wet was about to open his eyes, and in them, the light of and sticky, warm.