Saturday, October 31, 2020

Vampire Rent Boy - Halloween Magic

 

Vampire Rent Boy – Halloween Magic

by DL Warner ©2015



Tristan always enjoyed Halloween. But then, he always enjoyed holidays. Despite the peril he faced at the Ball of Infamy, the beautiful vampire simply loved parties. He especially reveled in being with his friends all dressed up for the occasion. Tristan could be himself in public on that night. That meant a real Victorian tuxedo. It wasn't quite from his era, but he liked the fit better. And of course, Tristan would be letting his fangs show. He was beyond excited laying out his outfit.

There was a difference in his routine from past Halloweens. Tristan had to wear make up to give his skin what used to be his normal pallor. It took foundation and powder to give him the deathly pale look he used to have all the time. That was fine, because it gave Tristan an excuse to put a bit of red stain on his lips and a thin line of eyeliner to give him a more refined look. By the time he put on all the pieces of the tuxedo, the doorbell was ringing.

Adam was at the door. He was also dressed in a tuxedo of that period. He wore make up that made him look like the creature from Young Frankenstein. He even had bolts on his neck. Tristan giggled at him which made Adam smile.

“Are you going to sing?” Tristan asked.

“Now, that would be a horror show,” he chuckled. “You look amazing! Can I kiss you?”

“Please!” Tristan exclaimed.

Adam looped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. The kiss was toe curling hot. Tristan had to lean against him afterward to regain his composure.

“Are you sure you want to go out?” Adam murmured.

“You don't make it easy,” Tristan admitted. “But I promised everyone.”

Adam rested his forehead against Tristan's with a sigh.

“Very well. As long as I get to have you in that tux, I'll be happy,” he murmured.

Tristan giggled again.

“Of course!”

“Where is your greatcoat, good sir?”

“On the back of the sofa,” Tristan replied.

Adam almost reverently helped him into the beautifully tailored coat. He stepped back and smiled as Tristan pulled on the impeccable white gloves.

“You look almost exactly the same as that night in the garden,” Adam murmured with a warm smile. He produced a single red rose that he snipped then pinned into the button hole.

“Thank you,” Tristan smiled.

There was a beautiful Rolls Royce waiting for them at the end of the driveway with a chauffeur in a formal uniform.

“Wow,” Tristan said.

“I tried to get a horse drawn carriage to be authentic, but they didn't want their animals out on Halloween,” Adam explained as he helped Tristan into the car.

“That was a really bad night, but it only happened once!” Tristan blurted out.

“Riiight,” Adam replied. “In we go.”

They held hands as the ride got under way.

“Are you expecting any strange…visitors tonight?” Adam asked quietly during the ride to Muttley's.

“Everyone not…from around here is really busy tonight,” Tristan replied. “They all love being free to roam about.”

“That's good. I have all I can handle with the regular nuts in Muttley's,” Adam quipped with a grin.

Tristan traced his dimples with a gloved finger. Adam kissed it, making him laugh.

“You are so handsome in a tux,” Tristan said softly. “And out of the tux, too.”

Adam chuckled before kissing the back of Tristan's gloved hand.

Soon, the car was pulling in front of the bar. Of course, all the denizens of the night stopped at the sight of such a fancy vehicle in front of a dive like Muttley's. They all went about their business when Adam's imposing physique emerged from the back. Tristan alighted from the car with a smile and a light, graceful step. Adam bowed to him before taking his arm to sweep inside.

Muttley's was crowded with all sorts of people in costumes of all types and levels of effort. Tristan couldn't see the booth because of the mob of dancing bodies, but his friends in the booth spotted Adam's head from across the room.

“Trissy…Adam!” Kevin's voice floated to them. “Over here!”

Adam wrapped an arm around Tristan's waist, then guided him through the flying limbs and undulating hips until they reached his usual booth.

“Hey guys!” Tristan exclaimed. “You look amazing.”

“Says the guy who looks like something out of a romance novel,” Kevin muttered.

“Adam looks like my favorite Frankenstein monster,” Tiffany said with a bright smile.

“Thank you,” Adam said with a bow. “He's my favorite as well. And you make a lovely witch. Keiko, you are a beautiful doll. And Kevin, you are…an extravagant Vegas showgirl?”

“A transvestite showgirl,” Kevin corrected.

“That explains the whiskers,” Keiko said. “I thought you just got lazy.”

“I did,” Kevin quipped. “I have to shave twice a day when I work. I thought I'd give it a rest today.”

“Where did you find all those feathers?” Tristan asked Kevin as they scooted over for them.

“The usual place,”

“Ah,” Tristan replied.

“Usual place?” Adam asked

“It's a long story,” Tristan said with a frown.

“No worries. I don't need to know,” Adam said. “It's quite fetching. Let me try to get us some drinks.”

“Thanks, doll,” Kevin said. “Getting to that bar is brutal. Brecht won't ignore you.”

“I'll get pitchers of everything,” Adam assured him.

“Tiffany, you look so nice. That looks like an outfit from my time,” Tristan said.

“It is,” Tiffany replied. “I had a trunk of stuff from the Coven of Three. There was even a hat. They never let me wear any of the official stuff.”

“It's way better than those sexy witch costumes,” Keiko said. “You look hotter than any of those skanks on the dance floor.”

“Is that any way for a doll to speak?” Kevin asked. “Think of the children!”

“Will you have a few more martinis before I stuff those feathers…”

“Keiko!” Tristan said, cutting her off. “You look so cute with the pig tails and freckles. Do you have a wind up key?”

Keiko smacked her forehead with her hand.

“Wind up key!” Keiko exclaimed. “I should have thought of that.”

One of the dancers bumped Tristan's elbow.

“Why is it so crowded here?” Tristan asked. “It wasn't like this last year.”

“Fucking hipsters,” Kevin muttered. “Some free newspaper deemed Muttley's an 'ironic' place to get hammered.”

“How can a tavern be ironic?” Tristan asked in confusion.

“Beats the hell out of me,” Kevin replied.

“What is with this invasion of douche bags?” a familiar voice muttered loudly. “One side, freaks.”

“Were you planning on a three-way?” Kevin asked looking toward the crowd.

“No,” Tristan replied.

“Well, things are about to get awkward,” Kevin said.

“Hello, beautiful,” Frank said. “Don't you look fancy.”

Tristan and the rest of the booth looked up and their jaws dropped. Detective Frank McNulty was dressed as Dracula, completed with a widow's peak and cape.

“Hi, Frank,” Tristan said as he stood. “I didn't know you were coming.”

“I just wanted to say hi,” he replied with a smile. “I'm on the job. I'm meeting a snitch here and didn't want to stick out. Hello, Witchipoo, dollface, and showgirl.”

“Hello, yourself. Yeah, you really blend,” Kevin said dryly.

“You guys really went all out. What’s Klaus?”

“An asshole,” Keiko replied with a sweet smile.

“Do you want to sit down?” Tristan asked.

“No, I have to mingle to keep an eye out for my guy,” Frank replied. Then, he looked at Tristan levelly. “And I know you aren't alone.”

“Um…”

“Don't sweat it, beautiful. I don't expect you to sit at home waiting for me to come up for air,” Frank said with his lopsided smile. “By the way, what is your costume?”

“I'm a vampire, too,” Tristan smiled, baring his fangs.

“Whoa, those are amazing. How come you don't talk with a lisp?” Frank asked. “I had to ditch my fangs.”

“I've had them a long time,” Tristan replied. “So, I'm used to talking with them.”

“Make sense. Gotta go. Text me about next week,” Frank said as he hid half his face behind his cape. “Maybe I can come by for…a bite. Muuwahahaha!”

He moved off into the crowd. Tristan gaped after him.

“Was that racist?” Keiko asked ruefully.

Adam was back by then. He had two pitchers in each hand. One had martinis, one had beer. One had ice and a small one was filled with liquor. Adam set them down.

“I have to get the glasses and the garnish,” Adam said. “Did I see that detective?”

“Yes, he's working as Dracula tonight,” Tristan said.

“Riiight,” Adam said with raised brows. “Tristan, Brecht wants a quick word.”

“Oh, okay. Excuse me, guys,” Tristan said.

Adam cleared a route for Tristan to reach the bar. He went back to the table with the rest of the stuff for cocktails.

“Hi, Brecht,” Tristan said, leaning over the bar. “You wanted to speak to me?”

“Yes! Can you make me a few of pitchers of Absinthe cocktails?” He asked.

“Um, they usually don't come in pitchers, but I guess so,” Tristan replied.

He popped under the bar to the back. Brecht cleared some space on the prep counter.

“What are you? A penguin?” Someone asked.

“No, I'm a vampire,” Tristan smiled.

“Wow, those are amazing,” someone else said. “Are you Louie?”

“No, I'm Tristan,” he replied. “Brecht, I need something to put the sugar cubes in, so I can pour the water.”

“How about a strainer?” Brecht suggested.

Tristan was able to secure it over the mouth of the pitcher. He nodded.

“That works,” He said, filling the strainer with a pile of sugar cubes.

Tristan filled the pitcher a third of the way up, avoiding the sugar cubes. Then, he slowly poured the cool water over the sugar cubes, watching the liquid turn from a dark green to a beautiful jade. The patrons grew silent watching the color dance in each pitcher.

“Is that the stuff that made Van Gogh crazy?”

“I don't know. We never met” Tristan replied. “This only makes people drunk.”

“Do you sparkle?”

“Why do people keep asking me that?”

“You don't seem to be having a good time, dear boy,” A very deep voice said from the corner of the bar.

Tristan was finishing the last pitcher. He turned to see who was talking. There stood Morty, the Death Lord, in all his macabre glory.

“Dude, how do you have a real skull face with those huuuuuuge horns?” a drunk young man dressed as a football player slurred. “That costume is awwwwwsssooooommmme!”

“Thank you. I’ve been working on it forever,” Morty said.

“Totally nailed Death. Catch you later. I gotta piss like bad.”

“See you soon,” Morty said cordially.

“Morty!” Tristan exclaimed. “Not here.”

“What? It's business,” he replied. “I have a schedule to follow. But enough of that. I came to lure you to the most insanely fun party. You look divine. You should be in company that appreciates you.”

“He is,” Adam said as he pushed to that part of the bar. “There’s me for one, and his friends for another.”

“How whimsical,” Morty said. “That's my favorite Frankenstein creature.”

“I really appreciate you stopping by, but I never get to be with my friends the way we all really are,” Tristan said. “And I want to dance with Adam while I look like I did when he first saw me. But it's too crowded here.”

“Never let it be said that I don't appreciate romance,” Morty said. “It brings me most of my customers, and I've always wanted to be Fairy Godmother. She gets all the good press.”

Morty snapped his fingers. Everyone in the room who was not otherworldly or in the booth went still.

“Okay, you crazy kids,” Morty said. “Enjoy the dance, but remember that the spell goes away at midnight.”

Tristan leaned over the bar to hug the death lord. “Morty, you’re the best!”

“I know, dear boy, I know.”

He was gone in a cloud of red smoke.

“Oooh, open bar!” Kevin squealed as he jumped up.

“Let's clear the dance floor,” Keiko said.

“Come on, Tristan,” Adam said. “I think we should put your detective somewhere safe.”

“Right. Thank you.”

“I want your full attention,” Adam smiled.

Tristan kissed him on the cheek.

“You're still sweet.”

A quick scan of the bar found Frank in the corridor near the restrooms. Adam easily lifted him, and Tristan guided the way to the private locker room.

“He can get out by just turning the knob,” Tristan said. “But only we can get in with the combination.”

“Good,” Adam said. “Now, let's go dance.”

Tristan took Adam's outstretched hand with a bright smile. Klaus exited his office as Tristan and Adam passed by.

“Why is it so quiet out here?” Klaus demanded.

“Morty froze everyone for a few hours,” Tristan said tentatively.

“Time to fleece the free range hipsters!” Klaus cackled with glee.

When they reached the dance floor, they found Keiko, Kevin and Tiffany stacking guests in a corner.

“Oooh, Jenga!” Klaus shouted then laughed maniacally as he hurried across the room.

“Klaus really scares me when he's happy,” Tristan said.

“I can't blame you,” Adam murmured.

He pulled Tristan to the jukebox where he paid for the maximum number of choices. They quickly picked their songs. Then, Adam swept Tristan onto the dance floor. The tall man smiled at him.

“It's not a moonlit garden,” he murmured.

“I don't mind. You're here,” Tristan smiled. “Everyone I care about is here.”

For almost two magical hours, Tristan danced with Adam. Sometimes, they kissed. Often, they laughed as the rest of the group worked on the human Jenga pile. Toward the end of their time, Klaus was balanced on Kevin's shoulders adjusting the last that could be easily piled. The human tower nearly reached the ceiling. The rest of the guests were in smaller piles. The patrons in the booths and at the bar were left in place.

“I'm surprised you don't want to take some photos,” Adam murmured against Tristan's temple.

“That is really funny,” Tristan admitted looking over at the game. “But I don't want the photos to get anyone in trouble. I want this to be a happy memory.”

“I understand,” Adam said quietly. “We've come a long way from naughty sketches or paintings as the only record of indiscretions. Do you want to give your friends a lift when we make our escape?”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure you'll worry about them getting home,” Adam chuckled.

“You're too nice to me,” Tristan sighed.

“I'm just making up for centuries of not getting to be nice to you,” Adam said. “I'm happy when you are smiling.”

“You really are a prince charming!”

They danced until the last song was done. Adam kissed Tristan gently and briefly as it ended.

“That was nice,” Tristan smiled.

“It was magical,” Adam agreed. “Now, we have to get the hell out of here.”

Tristan went to the booth to grab their coats while Adam plucked Klaus from Kevin's shoulders.

“Okay, let's get our things and go wait out front,” Adam said as he pulled out the phone. “We're going to take you all home. That includes you, Klaus.”

“I'm not leaving,” Klaus said. “That till has several grand in it!”

“I hate saying this, but you won't be safe when the fists start flying,” Keiko muttered.

“I'll lock myself in the locker room until the cops arrive,” Klaus said. “I'll call them right before I lock the door.”

“Frank is in the locker room,” Tristan fretted.

“An official witness! Perfect,” Klaus grinned. “You guys scram.”

“Let's go,” Adam said firmly. “We've got five minutes.”

Adam's tone caused a scramble of feathers, ruffles and a witch's hat that ended in the Rolls Royce. Kevin grabbed the pitcher of Absinthe cocktails and glasses just before leaving. He and Tiffany were really hammered by the time Keiko bundled them out of the car toward her apartment.

“Best Hal-lo-fucking-ween ever!” Kevin declared loudly while trying to keep his headpiece straight.

“Get inside, you lush!” Keiko hissed. “Thanks, Adam!”

Adam chuckled softly as he pulled Tristan close to hold him all the way home.



The story was the lead on the eleven o'clock news which was quite a feat on Halloween in the tri-state area. Tristan was in bed with Adam as they watched. It became clear pretty quickly that making love in tuxedos would not work very well without ripping them. Thus, there was a trail of formal finery that began at the front door and ended at the foot of the bed. Tristan was still wearing the shirt and tie as he rode Adam toward completion. Adam had laughed that that was the most formal sex he'd ever had. Tristan was amazed that Adam had managed to make everything he did seem new and magical despite all the years he'd been alive.

They were both worried when they say the word riot on the TV screen. However, they soon learned that the fight inside Muttley’s had not lasted very long. It spilled onto the streets of downtown Hoboken just a few minutes after midnight. The reporters on the scene said there had been an undercover cop in the crowd who chased the combatants out with the help of the owner almost immediately after the fight began.

“Neither the owner of Muttley's nor law enforcement officials had any comment on why an undercover officer was present. Witnesses said the fight started when several bar patrons accused others of picking their pockets while the crowd was piled on top of each other,” the anchorman said. “The fight was quickly dispersed upon the arrival of several police units though the crowds milled about for long afterward enjoying the excitement. Muttley's actually went back to its business after the dust settled.”

“Klaus has some wild dumb luck,” Adam murmured.

“Klaus said it was worth the investment.”

“Riiight,” Adam replied.

“I'm glad Muttley's is okay,” Tristan said.

“Did you have a good time?”

“It was the best Halloween ever,” Tristan said before straddling Adam again. “Let's keep the celebration going until dawn.”


END

Photo Credit - Dakun as Tristan

Morty and The Coven of Three appear in Vampire Rent Boy Volume Two – Rhymes with Bitch

http://www.amazon.com/Vampire-Rent-Boy-Rhymes-Bitch-ebook/dp/B010MOJBCQ/



Saturday, October 12, 2019

Pedestal -- An Ensnared Adventure


Pedestal – An Ensnared Adventure

by DL Warner ©2019


“Do you really believe that Grandfather will destroy those publishers? Andreas asked before sipping his cognac.
Darius kissed the frown between his Consort's brows. He looked in those green-gold eyes levelly.
“Absolutely. Unless I can find an alternative that he is willing to accept,” Darius replied. “Lord Maceo does not make idle threats.”
“I thought he said those books were funny.”
“The word he used was laughable,” Darius corrected.
“Oh, yeah. That's not the same thing.”
Andreas sipped his drink thoughtfully.
“Why is he upset over these books and not the first ones about you and me?”
Darius laughed softly, confusing Andreas.
“Lord Maceo never read those books,” Darius explained. “He was teasing you.”
“What?!”
Darius smiled devilishly.
“You are beyond adorable when exasperated...like now.”
Before Andreas could bristle, Darius leaned over to kiss him soundly.
“Do you think a kiss will smooth everything over?” Andreas demanded breathlessly.
A wicked glint appeared in those ice-blue eyes. And that smile returned.
“No? Well, I'm just getting started,” Darius murmured.
In the next instant, Andreas found himself on his back with his arms held over his head by one large, warm hand. Meanwhile, that hot, diabolical Cosi mouth seemed to be everywhere he was the most sensitive. Of course, the blasted man was tormenting Andreas by leisurely exploring instead of moving things along. It was in his mind to yell at Darius, but all thoughts scattered as that tongue went south of his belly button.
Andreas was lost in waves upon waves of pleasure cresting through his trembling body when Darius took his erection deep inside his mouth. Andreas tried to arch his body upward toward the source of the intense pleasure, but the warm weight of his Cosi held him still. And then, Andreas was crying out as a jolt of pleasure sizzled his nerves and robbed him of breath. There was a little time for Andreas to recover. He felt Darius' gaze upon him. His Cosi was waiting for a sign. After a deep breath or two, Andreas nodded.
Andreas really wanted to help, but his limbs felt heavy and weak. That was no issue for Darius. He deftly maneuvered Andreas and began to push inside him in what seemed like one move. Once again, the Young Lord was breathless from the near painful pleasure of his Cosi moving in him. Though he couldn't keep up with Darius, Andreas deeply enjoyed the intense intimacy between them.
The details after Darius climaxed with a growl were fuzzy, but Andreas remembered nuzzling his Cosi's chest before dropping into a deep sleep.

“What is going on, Brothers?” Mykos asked mildly over his breakfast coffee.
“Hmm? Why?” Darius asked.
“You are extremely distracted, and Andreas seems vexed at you,” Mykos replied. “But that isn't possible.”
“Says who?” Andreas retorted.
“Are you vexed with me, beautiful Consort?” Darius asked in his sweetest tone.
“No, but I could be,” Andreas replied.
“I give up,” Mykos murmured, picking up his fork to eat breakfast.
“We're pondering a way to keep Lord Maceo from destroying the publishers of those tawdry books,” Darius said.
“Ah, yes,” Mykos said. “Though his ire is justified, we cannot allow him to undo the goodwill we've earned with the public.”
They ate in thoughtful silence for a few moments.
“Pardon me, milords,” Lexo said. He was tidying the buffet table during their discussion. “Might I make a suggestion?”
“Certainly,” Darius replied.
“From what I understand from the Staff Trainees foolish enough to ask us,” Lexo began. “Fans of these tomes believe there is a lot of truth within the stories. They've asked our core staff how much we told the writers. I assume they wanted even more lurid details.”
“How did they react when they found out the actual truth?” Andreas asked.
“When they finally believed us, they were quite put out over being hoodwinked,” Lexo replied. “Perhaps, if you press upon the publishers to print a detailed disclaimer on each cover going forward.”
“I see,” Darius said. “The disclaimer must make clear that there is no basis for the depictions in the books beyond the author's dubious imagination.”
“It should be very clear that no one from our household answered questions, nor submitted information,” Mykos added.
“And if they try to be slick and imply that there is truth to the story?” Andreas asked.
“They will face fraud charges,” Darius replied. “Or worse.”
“Grandfather,” Andreas said with a wry smile.
“No, your sad eyes on everyone's entertainment screens talking about betrayal of your family's privacy after all you've been through,” Darius said before attacking his bacon.
“That's brutal,” Mykos chuckled. “Thank you, Lexo.”
“You are most welcome, milords,” he replied, then exited to the kitchen.
Andreas wasn't certain that his Grandfather would go along with the plan, but that worry did not prevent him from enjoying his breakfast. This was the last bit of quiet they would enjoy until late in the evening. Lunch and dinner were always working meals. Along with the department heads that needed to give progress reports, Darius and Mykos were checking on how the teams were using the Keepers' extraordinary gift.
Two weeks prior, an envoy from the Keepers arrived with a report and some amazing new technology. Darius was surprised by the reverent demeanor of the envoy and shocked by the tone in Lady Athena's message. She was warm and excited about the data Doc Jergen was sending the Keepers a few times a week. He, Andreas, and Mykos listened to Lady Athena praise the Doc's team and how thorough their translations were.
Andreas remembered gaping at the view screen incredulously. Darius called her attitude a seismic shift from the violent encounter they'd had a few months before.
“The translations were so complete that I was able to make a contribution to this effort far sooner than expected,” Athena said with a brightness the trio hadn't thought possible from her. “The devices in the crate our Envoy brought are for you and your staff to use. A score more awaits in the shuttle.”
Darius opened the cargo box with great curiosity while Odigos appeared at their sides with one of his scanning devices. Once he gave an affirmative nod, they each picked up a device.
“They are translators,” Darius murmured. “We used them to read archaic tongues in our studies.”
“I know you recognize the insta-trans,” Athena said. “I was able to create a database for the primary language found in Nikae. These devices have the ability to scan and translate instantaneously, allowing you all to read signage even at a distance.
“Please, distribute them to everyone working in Nikae. I won't know how well they hold up until they are tested in the field,” Athena said. “Thank you, Brothers, for this tremendous opportunity. I look forward to visiting this fascinating site in the very near future.”
Darius and Mykos looked to Andreas to decide if her unexpected words were sincere. Andreas shrugged.
“I can't read anyone from a recording, but I can tell that her words weren't forced,” Andreas said. “Her enthusiasm is real.”
“Athena is an Oracle – one of the most powerful to become a Keeper,” Mykos said. “This is the best way to aid in our research.”
“Let's test them. I have an idea,” Andreas said.
He went to the nearest exit to the main corridor. There was a sign in the old language above the one Andreas had placed throughout the building indicating emergency exits. After pressing the power button, he pointed the device toward the older sign.
“In the event of an emergency, do not use the elevators,” the voice instructed. “Emergency lights will guide the way to the nearest stairwell.”
“Excellent!” Darius grinned.
After a quick staff meeting to distribute the insta-trans units, Darius contacted Doc Jergen to assemble his team at the University Library Conference Room while Mykos called Alethia, their Press liaison, to contact the Pool Reporters impromptu press conference.

And just that quickly, a quiet day was turned into an hours-long media event. None of them minded. Doc Jergen's reaction was worth any kind of inconvenience.
“That dear Lady!” he smiled tearfully. “She didn't just send handheld devices. She also sent dozens of desk units that can scan, translate and store whole books faster than we ever could.”
“I had no idea that you were speaking to her so often,” Darius said.
“Well, I knew her cooperation was essential to our success,” Jergen explained. “I thought it best to personally update her on our progress as often as possible. Once she understood the ancient language, those meetings were often a delightful exchange of ideas. Lady Athena has been a positive influence on our comprehension of the data. This will catapult us ahead of schedule.”
“You won her over big time, Doc,” Andreas said. “Great work.”
“As soon as these are distributed, I will place a quick call to thank her,” Jergen said.
“Meanwhile, we'll meet with the Pool Reporters and give them an overview of the devices,” Mykos said. “This development will likely cause curiosity about the Keepers. It's best to refer all inquiries about them to us.”
“I quite agree, milord,” Jergen said. “They couldn't begin to understand what the Lady and I talk about.”
“You can tell them that,” Andreas chuckled. “Lady Athena said something about seeing us soon. Is she coming here?”
“She's talked about it,” Jergen replied. “I think she means to inquire with your Lordships about secure accommodations for her, some of the Keepers and their staff. I've already informed her that she can choose anywhere in the city to research and the Chief will see to securing the area.”
“We've planned for the Keepers to stay in the third tower to our base complex,” Mykos said.
“When you next speak to her, tell her we need only a little notice to ready for their arrival,” Darius said.
“And Iskyros and I have a plan to secure their work areas,” Odigos said.
“Lady Athena can have as much interaction with the people here as she wants,” Andreas said.
“I plan on calling her in a little while to personally thank her for these gifts,” Jergen said. “I'll pass along the information.”
“Thanks, Doc,” Andreas said.
As the four made their way back to the center tower to meet with Alethia and the reporters, Andreas had Odigos summon a Page to take devices to Zed Club East, Chef Alara's Nikae Grill, and some of the shops along the shopping arcade. The vendors had been at the end of the queue for translations of books and manuals found in those places, hampering the study of the culture and economy of Nikae. The House Band was in town. The members were anxious about translating song lyrics. Mykos hadn't thought that was as essential as other areas of study, but Darius had sided with Andreas. He said that popular songs accurately measure the mood of a society. Andreas also felt that music was a great way to engage everyone on the Homeworld as well as the colonies. None of them realized that it would be music that caused the first big crisis for them in their new roles.

Alethia was as excited as the half dozen reporters in the Briefing Room that was set up adjacent to the Pool Reporters' Offices.
“Of course, the first thing we did was read all the signs in the Shopping Arcade,” she chuckled as she led them to the podium.
“We have more delightful surprises to announce,” Darius smiled. “If I may have your attention.”
He spoke softly in that melodious voice Andreas loved. The reporters were watching them, so it didn't take much to begin the briefing. Darius explained who and what the Keepers were to the Cosi in the simplest way possible. Next, there was a short history of how the Insta-trans was used in Cosi studies. Finally, Darius detailed how Doc Jergen and Lady Athena worked together on the database used in the devices.
“In addition to the Insta-trans, desktop machines are being set up in the archives of News Companies and cultural magazines,” Mykos said. “Feel free to schedule sessions to explore the issues of the day in Nikae and how its people spent their money and time.”
Andreas sensed the surprise and excitement that nearly crackled through the room. But there was an unexpected attitude as well. It was concern and distrust. Andreas reached out with his mind to sync with Darius and Mykos so they would sense what he knew. That was fortunate or the next question would have taken them by surprise.
“I beg your pardon, milords,” Evan Odell from Dilogos Daily said. “Why is it that we've never heard of these Keepers before now?”
“Until now, the Keepers never interacted with anyone outside of the Cosi Compound,” Darius replied. “They are the Keepers of Knowledge and Histories. Their primary role is to gather and store information from throughout the Known Worlds.”
“They also give guidance to Cosi teachers and scholars on interpretations of the Sacred Texts,” Mykos added.
“Doctor Jergen's work is so vital that the Keepers decided it would be faster to liaise directly with him,” Darius explained. “Their work resulted in this breakthrough in just a couple of months.”
Odell was not satisfied. He seemed to think that he'd discovered the true power behind the Cosi.
“Will the Keepers ever come to Nikae, milords?” He asked.
“That appears likely,” Mykos replied.
“Will they be available for interviews, milords?” He asked.
“That is unlikely,” Darius replied levelly. “Any visit to Nikae would be for first-hand observation and research. I doubt we will see much of them outside of the University.”
“Shouldn't they be available for interviews as you are for the sake of transparency, milords?” Odell demanded.
Mykos shot him a warning glare and the man shrank back a little.
“In Cosi society, the Leader is selected with the input of the Keepers to be their representative beyond The compound,” Darius explained placidly. “They rely on Me and my Second for tasks such as this. Thank you for your time. Good day.”
His voice remained pleasant, but there was an edge to it. Mykos' gaze had turned ice cold. There were no follow up questions. Alethia was mortified as they made their way to their offices in the Middle Tower.
“There is no need for you to apologize,” Darius assured her. “The curiosity about the Keepers is understandable. But it has to be firmly managed.”
“I take it they would be less than open to talking to reporters, milords,” she said with a nervous chuckle.
“Anyone who isn't Cosi,” Andreas quipped. “Lady Athena may have someone beaten for saying hello.”
Mykos laughed. Darius raised a brow at both of them.
“Very cheeky but quite true,” Darius admitted ruefully.
Alethia exhaled, closing her eyes.
“Okay, this is a problem for another day, milords,” Alethia said. “The editors are going to want those reporters to do full stories on how the devices work and cover their potential. We may need Doc Jergen at some point.”
“He's always down for that,” Andreas smiled. “Just make sure that Odell guy doesn't try to grill him about the Keepers.”
“I'll put a bug in the editors' ears about how much there is in the Archive that would make amazing news stories,” she said confidently. “That will keep them occupied for some time.”
“Perfect,” Darius smiled.
Alethia grinned back. Andreas was no longer amazed at how happy their staff was to make a Cosi smile. His stomach still fluttered each time Darius smiled at him. That crisis was averted. There was still his Grandfather to deal with. Fortunately, the book publishing company issue could be put to rest that day. Lord Maceo accepted an invitation to lunch. 

Though he was typically busy with his own research on the Cosi who ran Nikae, Lord Maceo was
always up for a visit. He especially enjoyed meeting in the restaurant on the rooftop terrace where Darius held lunch and dinner briefings. Andreas couldn't blame him. The Terrace Oasis as they called it, had a view of the amazing structures clustered across Nikae all the way to the port and the sea beyond. The dark wood and forest green accents along with the large windows were pleasant and comfortable. That day, it was too cool to open the windows to the terrace, but the blazing fire in the central hearth made the room warm and cozy. It was the perfect setting for a family meal and a serious discussion.
Lord Maceo was smiling when he swept into the room ahead of his security detail.
“Andreas,” he murmured while hugging him close.
“Hey, Grandpa,” Andreas said happily.
“Congratulations, Darius,” he said as they seated themselves. “I never imagined Athena lifting a finger to help this cause, let alone crafting a unique Insta-trans.”
“I'd love to take credit, but it was Doctor Jergen who inspired her work,” Darius replied as he poured wine for the table. “We were as surprised as you are.”
“That is stunning,” Maceo murmured. “It makes the victory even sweeter.”
Andreas rolled his eyes at the chuckling Cosi as Chiron rolled out the salad course.
The amazing food came from central kitchens deep in the vast underground complex that supported the Towers. A group of Amara and Kacia caterers made most of the meals for everyone working in Nikae, but only their staff served them when sensitive matters were discussed.
“To what do I owe the singular pleasure of this invitation?” Maceo asked once they started to eat.
“We believe we have found a solution to the problems of the so-called novelizations of our lives and romances,” Darius said.
“If this works, the books may go away completely,” Andreas added.
“Really? That would be quite a feat,” Maceo said with interest. “What is your plan?”
“Apparently, the prospect of the narratives being even the least bit true is what makes them such a hot item,” Darius began. “I am going to decree that a disclaimer must appear on all the covers of these books clearly stating that the depictions are in no way based on facts.”
“The wording must be crystal clear that no writer or editor ever spoke to any of us or any of our staff,” Mykos added. “Failure to comply or attempting to subvert the disclaimer will mean forfeiture of their companies. Or worse.”
Maceo chewed thoughtfully before speaking. Andreas had yet to pick up his fork.
“I understand,” Maceo murmured. “If readers know the books are made out of thin air, they will no longer be appealing.”
“Exactly so,” Darius said.
“Milos actually said that he could make up something far better on his own,” Maceo chuckled.
“That's probably what will happen,” Andreas said. “They will spin their own tales among just themselves.”
“Very well,” Maceo said. “When will you insist that they adopt this disclaimer?”
“The decree will go out today,” Darius replied. “But the order takes effect for the next print runs of the titles. Anything else would be unreasonable.”
“Quite true,” Maceo admitted. “This seems to be a good solution. Thank you for indulging my concerns.”
“Of course, milord,” Darius said easily. “I value your perspective. We are striving to be more open and approachable, but there must be boundaries.”
“I concur,” Maceo said. “You three are on a pedestal and must stay there by the will of the Watchers. There must be a high cost for trespass upon your privacy.”
Darius considered that as the main course was served. Andreas loved the Nikae version of fish stew. There were new types of firm-fleshed fish and plenty of well-known and loved shellfish. Roasted vegetables gave the broth a bit of sweetness and small potatoes made it hearty. Crusty dark brown bread spread with sweet butter completed the meal. The table was silent for a while as each of them enjoyed the soup. No matter how serious the discussion, they always took the time to enjoy the food. That stew was amazing. It was worthy of quiet focus on every nuanced flavor.
“Now that this specific issue is settled,” Maceo said as the soup dishes were cleared away. “There is a general issue of how open you should be to the public.”
“Yes, milord?” Darius asked.
“I admire your decision to be more transparent, but you must take care,” Maceo continued. “If the average man comes to believe that you are no different than he, then he will think your opinions or rules are no more important than his own will.”
“Truly, milord?” Mykos asked incredulously.
“I could see that happening,” Andreas said. “I would hear all kinds of talk like that at Club Zero from Calyx and Kacia residents when you were complete mystery.”
“What kind of talk?” Darius asked. His tone was mild but intensely curious.
Andreas rolled his eyes.
“Drunk talk,” Andreas replied ruefully. “Why was it that the Cosi still had such a hold on the universe? Are they still that special? I think that came from booze and a lack of belief in the Watchers.”
“I don't believe that is still an issue,” Maceo chuckled. “But you were put on pedestals for a reason. Be careful not to step down or allow yourself to be knocked off.”
Darius nodded. They were thoughtful throughout the lovely dessert of warm, moist cake with a dollop of whipped cream.
“Your advice is sound, milord,” Darius said. “We will be as transparent as we can about our work, but our personal lives will be private. When we have special occasions, the people will see our 'official' selves.”
“Sounds good to me,” Andreas admitted. “I need a place where I know that no one is staring at me.”
“I stare at you,” Darius said affably while licking his spoon.
“As do I,” Mykos added equally affably.
“I must confess to indulging as well,” Maceo murmured with a hint of a smile.
“I meant strangers, you...Cosi,” Andreas muttered.
Darius smiled his most dazzling smile before reaching out to take Andreas' hand. He gently kissed the back of that hand. Andreas glared back while the other Cosi chuckled. Despite his annoyance, Andreas was relieved. Both parts of their discussion could have ended badly. Neither Cosi was accustomed to being told what to do. Andreas was convinced that Darius and his Grandfather trusted each other. That made him feel lighthearted. They adjourned their meeting after a rich, aromatic cup of coffee. Andreas went back to work feeling the publishing issue was settled.
Of course, Lord Maceo proved to be a wily opponent. Rather than waiting for the print run to sell out, he bought the print run for all the titles so that the publishers would be obligated to put the decreed disclaimers on the covers much sooner than anyone thought. The new disclaimers caused a brief media frenzy over whether the publishers were forced by the Cosi to cover up the salacious truth. However, that died down after the authors and publishers admitted in interviews that the facts were conjured in a conference room then handed out as assignments. Interests in the books dropped off as predicted.

While Alethia fretted about reporters pushing back over being thwarted in their efforts to peer inside the private lives of the Cosi, Darius did not share her concern. However, he didn't object when Odigos suggested random electronic sweeps for surveillance equipment everywhere they frequented. Andreas along with the rest of his tight circle went back to work and their insta-trans.
The work became all-encompassing for a time in the days after Lady Athena's gift. Immediate comprehension set off a reading frenzy for all personnel working in Nikae. While Doctor Jergen and his colleagues read thick tomes on all manner of weighty topics, the service staff read gossip magazines. Darius and Mykos were drawn to government documents and were often joined by Lord Maceo. Andreas seemed to be studying all aspects of the Nikae at once. That did not surprise Darius. His beautiful Consort took his role as a bridge between all casts very seriously. Still, it was amusing to look over across the seriously shiny conference room table to find Andreas reading about some strangely dressed yet somehow half-naked media celebrities.
“Are you considering that...style of dress, Brother?” Mykos asked. He was using his teasing tone.
Darius smiled as Andreas peered over the top of the magazine. One fine brow was raised over those amazing green-gold eyes.
“I can't manage the hair standing on end like that since mine grew out,” Andreas replied ruefully. “But the House Band is planning on giving it a go if you really want to see that.”
“I can't wait,” Mykos quipped dryly.
Darius chuckled even as he kept reading.
“I can,” he murmured. “And you, cheeky one, are never to cut that glorious mane.”
“Yes, Darius,” The voice behind the magazine said mirthfully.
Shortly after they'd settled, Yannis rolled a cart of afternoon refreshments to tide them over until dinner as was their custom in Nikae.
Milords, do you know if Doctor Jergen will be joining you for dinner?” Yannis asked. “He hasn't answered our inquiries.”
“Have you tried Erienne?” Andreas asked.
“Not yet, milord,” Yannis said. “I'll give that a try.”
“Wait a sec. Has Doc made it to dinner at all lately?” Andreas asked, annoyed that he hadn't noticed.
“He has turned up in the Dining Hall on two occasions, milord, last week,” Yannis replied. “Chiron is certain that he has not been to his Suite in several days.”
Darius sat up straight with a sigh.
“Yannis, please fetch my stationary,” Darius murmured.
“Yes, milord.”
“What are you up to, Brother?” Mykos asked as they helped themselves to the cart full of snacks.
“Aside from ordering Doc to dinner tonight, I am declaring a seven-day hiatus on research in Nikae,” Darius replied. “We have been pushing too hard in the wake of the insta-trans.”
“Yes, this is true,” Andreas nodded. “Only a fraction of the personnel is hanging out in the common areas lately compared to before the insta-trans.”
“I think a limit on the number of hours in a day and days in the week is in order,” Darius said.
“I concur,” Mykos said as they ate. “We were given a long time for a reason.”
“I sensed that balance is key for the Watchers,” Andreas mused. “Any pursuit can lead to obsession.”
“Exactly so,” Darius said. “This will be the tact my edict will take.”
Andreas blushed when Darius smiled proudly at him. That smile grew bigger as the Cosi realized that there was an even more delectable reason to take some time off.
“I give you credit, Brother, for thinking of Andreas after your edict,” Mykos smiled.
Andreas glared at Mykos then raised a brow at Darius. He was exasperated again, though the blush that swept his cheeks revealed that he shared the same thoughts. They each had to set aside their designs for future pleasures and attend to the matter at hand.
Yannis returned shortly after they finished eating. Darius quickly wrote an invitation to Doc Jergen for dinner that evening. Next, he penned a three-paragraph edict that would be disseminated to all department heads and to individuals like Lord Maceo and Lady Erienne. All facilities beyond the complex used as Expedition Homebase would be closed for seven days and seven nights beginning the next morning. Darius further advised that all projects should be locked down by the time of the evening meal. He instructed Yannis to tell Doc Jergen that the advisory was an order in his case.
“We may as well follow our own advice and wrap up our current work before dinner,” Darius said.
“I'm going to let Magiras and Thyno know about the busy shifts coming,” Andreas said.
“Would you let Chef Allaire know as well?” Mykos asked.
“Of course. And I'll grab some reservations,” Andreas said. “I know the House Band will be stoked. They have dance music from Nikae to perform.”
“Really?” Darius asked with a smile.
“They've been working with the head of Contemporary Music from Amara University,” Andreas chuckled. “The performances and recordings will be part of a scholarly presentation. It's wild.”
“That is the kind of synergy we were hoping for,” Darius said.
“I don't know about Synergy,” Andreas quipped. “They're calling it Nikae Funk.”
“I can't wait,” Mykos said. “And me without my dancing partner.”
Andreas was laughing as he and Odigos left the Conference Room.
“I know that look, Brother,” Mykos said, shaking his head. “You're ready to begin your break right now.”
“Not quite this instant,” Darius said with a raise of his brow. “Let's check in with Amara first.”
Mykos rolled his eyes.

Andreas knew that his workday was basically over. Darius would be home and in his lounging clothes before he and Odigos reached the vast Atrium Arcade. Their home base was a gigantic complex. It took nearly an hour to stroll around the perimeter of the rooftop park. The ground floor arcade was so cavernous that the Cosi had dozens of the chariot style vehicles brought in just to get around Homebase in a timely fashion. Meanwhile, small troop transport vans took workers to and from the University.
As Odigos drove the chariot, Andreas greeted the merchants who were leasing shops in the Arcade. None of them were selling anything yet. They used the time to inventory and examine each item of stock in their shops. A University Intern documented each piece and collected representative samples for the Archive. The merchant would deconstruct each piece to complete the details on the items and to later copy them. In exchange for the work they did with the University staff, ZCI granted licenses to sell copies. The fees were minimal compared to the vast sums the vendors stood to make. Money from the fees went to a fund ZCI used for their work in Eris. The small royalty they were to receive from the sales were for their coffers.
“Hey, Mr. Pragg, We'll be shutting down all work for a week starting tomorrow,” Andreas said. “Be sure to enjoy yourself.”
“I will! Thank you, milord,” he said with a smile and a wave.
All of the vendors looked happy as well as surprised at the news. Andreas understood. As soon as Darius mentioned the edict, he realized that they needed a real break. The Brothel Owners were very pleased to hear about the expected spike in business. A couple of the workers were lounging on benches that were placed in groups along the length of the Arcade for tired shoppers. The quartet of attractive men and women were seductively dressed. They eyed Chief with a great deal of interest.
“Why don't you and that other hot soldier jog on in for a session,” One of the women said saucily as she peered at them over her sunglasses.
Chief smirked as he shook his head. He knew better than to answer. Telling the workers that he was married prompted a pitch that involved numbers and combinations that had Andreas blushing hours later. He remained ever so grateful that the Ladies weren't present for the pitch. They would have stopped to find out how many combinations were possible and how each of them worked to the last detail. The young Lord shuddered at the thought.
Andreas chuckled. The publishers of those awful books would be shocked to learn that such frank, open talk about exotic sex acts embarrassed Andreas to no end. The Young Lord could hardly blame them. Though he was Darius' spouse, he'd begun the relationship as his sex slave. Andreas still considered his carnal obligations the best part of his day. Darius could make him blush often, but he never talked about their intimacies in such blunt terms. In fact, his Cosi never talked about what they were going to do specifically. He preferred promises of complete and utter exhaustion and warnings of stiff joints and sore spots the following morning. Darius didn't need provocative language. A look from those vibrant, deep blue eyes was enough to spark strong physical memories and intense need. Just thinking about that look made Andreas' face hot and his trousers feel two sizes too small.
“Bastard,” Andreas muttered to himself as he forced his wayward mind to the matters at hand.
Club Zero East was one of three restaurants with dance floors in the vast Home Base location. It was twice as large as the original and reminded Andreas of a very fancy Public House. Mykos quipped that it was Amara's idea of roughing it. Stu and Andreas liked that the space was configured in such a way that there were many corners where groups could enjoy their company unbothered by the rest of the room. Or there were plenty of tables for those who wanted to be seen. They could easily see this as the spot where workers of all sorts could have fun even while mixing with the Calix.
The renovations and establishment of supply lines took very little time. Thus, Andreas was surprised to find Stu along with Thyno behind the bar. The Club Manager had worked his way up from Stu's bar back to this position. He'd been doing really well on his own.
Stu!” Andreas exclaimed, moving quickly across the room to embrace his friend. “When did you get back?”
“An hour ago,” he replied as they hugged. “I haven't even been to my Suite.”
Stu ordered drinks for both of them and a mineral water for Odigos then they moved to a corner booth claimed for Zed Crew, Inc. Odigos sat nearby. Andreas knew he would be contacting Iskyros to coordinate security for the time off.
“Why didn't you call first?”
“I didn't know I was coming until a few hours ago,” he chuckled. “The management team behind that big Nightclub in Amara want to lease that gigantic club in the center tower, but they wanted to see it asap. You know how the Calix are.”
“Yeah, I do,” Andreas said with a wry chuckle. Most of the University Administrators were hard- pressed to not treat him like a servant. “How did you manage transport out here on the fly like that?”
“Luck,” Stu laughed as the drinks were served. “Club Zero is seeing a lot of soldiers lately. The captains always ask if I need a lift. I think Iskyros has Zed on a list.”
“Yes, you are,” Andreas said. “Mykos knows we need that flexibility.”
“I think that helped with this deal,” Stu chuckled. “I was able to get them here with prime accommodations in a couple of hours when they've been trying for weeks.”
“Your timing is great,” Andreas smiled. “Darius just declared seven days and nights away from work at the University to rest and enjoy Nikae. I'm here to tell Magiras and Thryno to get ready for a real rush.”
“That's great,” Stu said. “I've been wanting to see this staff put through their paces, especially with Tana still here.”
“Where is she?” Andreas asked. “It's odd not seeing her setting up at this hour.”
“The band kept her up till the wee hours recording their Nikae Funk tunes, Thyno said. “I told her to sleep in.”
“That's fine,” Stu said. “We do not need a cranky Tana during a rush.”
“Oh, no,” Andreas chuckled. “Can I get a few copies of their recording? Erienne wants to hear it, and I need to plan my moves.”
“I think they arranged for copies to be sent to your suites, Boss,” Thyno smiled.
“Perfect,” Andreas grinned. “I'm going to let Magiras know about the plan for the week. I also need to see Chef Allaire. Then, I have to get back home.”
“Can I hitch a lift back with you?” Stu asked. “I'm showing the Calix the space in an hour.”
“You should get them to stay for a few days,” Andreas said. “I'm sure Darius and Mykos wouldn't mind a working meal to get that space leased.”
“You read my mind,” he laughed.
“And there is no need to make an extra visit,” Stu said. “Chef Allaire is with Magiras right now.”
“Really? How long has this been happening?” Andreas asked with a wry smile.
“Since the insta-trans arrived,” Thyno replied. “The Mess Hall chef is here a lot as well.”
“Doc said we'd have surprising combinations of people working together,” Andreas mused. “He'll be jazzed.”
The kitchen was four times the size of the one in Kacia, but the loud frenzy of dinner prep was exactly the same. Andreas found the two men in a far corner working over a tall prep table. They were pouring over pages from a set of huge binders with the translating devices. They were an interesting pair. Each wore the kitchen uniforms from the vast wardrobe of uniforms stored below the complex. Thus, Magiras was much more formal than anyone had seen before while Allaire was far more casual in the black, lightweight cotton tunics, slacks, and rubber soled shoes.
“Hey, guys,” Andreas said. “What do you have there?”
“Ah, greetings, milord,” Allaire said.
“Hello, lad,” Magiras said. “We're working on recipes from Nikae. We found some fancy stuff that seems to be based on servants' food.”
“How do you know that?” Andreas asked.
“There are handwritten notes from the prep cooks on what the original dish was called as well as an ingredient list for both versions, milord, Allaire replied.
“We're planning a menu of specials that mirror each other,” Magiras said.
“Oh, man. I can't wait to try that,” Andreas said. “Darius and Mykos will love the idea. When are you going to make them?”
“We have a couple of dishes down well, milord,” Allaire replied. “Our staffs enjoy both versions.”
“I was going to have Stu ask if you and yours could visit our joints and try them out,” Magiras said.
“My timing is perfect,” Andreas smiled. “Darius is having the Researchers take off for the next eight days. His order is for all here to enjoy the city starting tonight.”
Both men smiled at him.
“That's my lad,” Magiras said happily.
“We can't come tonight because we're having guests,” Andreas said. “But we'll be here the rest of the week.”
“May I press a bit further, milord?” Allaire asked. “A bit of publicity for this effort would help when the tour groups come.”
“That's easily done,” Andreas assured them. “We'll make sure all the pool reporters come for the specials.”
“Thank you, milord.”
“Hey, it's my job and my pleasure,” Andreas grinned. “Catch you tomorrow.”
Odigos closed his tablet as Andreas left the kitchen. Stu joined them as they left. He carried a small satchel of tablets and plans as well as an overnight case. Stu kept a suite in the Central Tower. All of Zed Crew did. The suites had a complete wardrobe of clothes and accessories. The kitchen and bar were fully stocked. He also had access to any type of staff he needed.
“Are you coming to dinner?” Andreas asked.
“I hope so,” Stu replied. “If this big fish wants to go out, I'll have to go with him.”
“We'll have a place,” Andreas said as they parted.
“Thanks, man.”
“Hey Chief, would you like to call your family over?” Andreas asked as they headed toward their home suites.
“Thank you, milord, but no,” Odigos replied ruefully. “I plan on having them come when Nikae is open for visitors. They will be a lot to occupy their time then.”
“Okay,” Andreas smiled. “But you know the rule for this. Make sure you and Iskyros take some time to relax.”
“I will, milord,” Chief said.
“I'm in for the night, and all of our guests are from this floor,” Andreas said.
“Very good, milord,” Chief said. “I'll be with the staff until your guests return to their suites.”
Andreas nodded as he headed inside.
Milord, all is prepared for your bath,” Lexo said.
“Thanks, Lexo,” Andreas said. “Oh, we may have Stu joining us for dinner, so leave a place for him.”
“Of course, milord.”
Andreas quickly but carefully removed his business attire. He was placing them in the dressing room hamper when he heard soft splashing from the bathroom. The Young Lord frowned, but he moved toward the bathroom without fear or clothing. There, in the vast sunken tub, Darius was up to his chest in fragrant suds.
“Are you part of my bath being in readiness?” Andreas asked as he clipped his hair off his shoulders.
“I don't think the staff knows that I'm in here,” Darius replied with a small smile.
Milord,” Yannis called from the intercom. “Might you know where Lord Galatea is?”
“I'm here, Yannis,” Darius said. “I'll dress in my dressing room.”
“Very good, milord,” he replied. Andreas could hear the amusement in the man's voice.
“You were gone longer than expected,” Darius explained.
Andreas slid into the wonderfully hot water next to him with a wry smile.
“I ran into some things that I didn't expect,” Andreas countered.
Darius handed him a thick sea sponge, then picked up one to use. This was no surprise to Andreas. They were about to have guests. His Cosi was loathed to have anyone see his Consort after a session of lovemaking. He meant for them to bathe together.
“Tell me what you found on your journey to Zed Club West?” Darius asked.
“Stu, for one,” Andreas replied, then told him of the Big Fish in town to rent the giant nightclub. “He's going to try to get the dude to stay for a few days.”
“Ah, that's a fine idea,” Darius said. “We can host him at Chef Allaire's.”
“Especially since he and Magiras are planning a menu with two versions of Nikae soul food,” Andreas smiled before explaining the plan.
“What a delightful turn of events,” Darius said with a sigh as Andreas soaped that beautifully broad back. “You must tell us how this came about over dinner.”
“Yeah, Doc will be jazzed.”
The bath was relaxed, but they didn't linger as they typically would at the end of their day. Darius did steal a kiss that left Andreas cross-eyed before he strolled away to get dressed. Somehow, Andreas managed to shake his head clear enough. The attire was casual but not lounge clothes; though they would occasionally meet that way late at night.
As Andreas expected, he found Darius and Mykos standing at the floor to ceiling window in the
dining room. They waited for the exhilarating dance of light and color that came each day just after sundown. The park across from their base was populated with exotic trees and fanciful structures. There were walkways around and between them that wound to the tops. The walkways were level with the sixth floor of the Center Tower. The colorful lights outlined the trees at first, but soon, the colors began to shimmer, and the forms grew taller. They swayed and danced in place as the lights grew to the height of the top floor. Each time they saw the evening lights, a magical side of Nikae was revealed. It was in those moments that everyone there was grateful to witness such an amazing part of their past.
“I expect our guests will be arriving shortly,” Mykos murmured as the show ended.
Yannis rolled out a drinks cart while Lexo carried in a large tray of appetizers. Chiron was headed before the door even before the bell rang. Andreas still marveled at their hearing.
Doc was the first through the door. He was freshly showered and shaved. He was also a little sheepish though still jovial. Stu strolled in after everyone else.
“You made it!” Andreas smiled.
“Yeah, it was easy to get our future tenant to stay for a few days after he saw his suite and met his Cosi-trained staff,” Stu replied. “And then I mentioned Chef Allaire and the new menu, and that was that.”
“I see. He'll have this new menu before not just other Calix but the Cosi,” Andreas chuckled. “That's serious bragging rights.”
“That's it.”
It was a perfect evening to Andreas. The food was delicious, as always. There was a warm, relaxed feel around the table.
The conversation was pleasant. No one talked about the research, but everyone at the table had discovered something about their immediate neighborhood or the university campus that was surprising or fascinating. Before dessert was served, Andreas had a full schedule of sights to see during their week off. Darius thought it best to get the business dinner out of the way the next evening, so he and Stu set up dinner at Club Zero West with the potential vendor. Before their guests left for the evening, Darius accepted a suggestion by Yannis to have a breakfast buffet set up for them in the Conference Room as was done during the Winter Holidays. Thus, they could eat when they chose or linger as long as they wanted or both.
The perfect evening ended with a warm hug from Lord Maceo and Erienne, a wisecrack from Mykos and being attacked by Darius as soon as their bedroom door was kicked shut.
Once he had dumped Andreas on the bed and stripped his clothing off, Darius was interested in long kisses and gentle lovemaking. Andreas adored seeing that side of his Cosi. It seemed to be happening more and more often since they were married. He sighed happily into the warm, firm chest relishing the warm, sleepiness overtaking him. Though he knew that he shouldn't Andreas fuzzily wondered if things were going far too smoothly.

A few weeks later, Darius, Andreas, and Mykos were studying a sleek digital presentation crafted by Alethia, Erienne, and Doc. Lord Maceo was also present to comment on the package excursions the Cosi planned to offer curious and well-heeled Calix to Nikae and the original Dig Site. After the nightclub was leased, the applications for other venues spiked. In addition to the restaurants, night clubs, and brothels, there were amazing places to tour in the base complex, at the university and in the main government building. The images of the lush gardens, waterfalls, and the nightly light show astonished Darius who saw those wonders routinely.
“This will make even the most jaded Calix clamor for a reservation,” Lord Maceo said confidently.
“I concur,” Darius said. “When do we open for visitors?”
“Next month, milord,” Alethia replied. “The week prior, we'll have a soft opening with the crew of the Salamis.”
“Really?” Andreas smiled. “It will be great to see them again. I'll have Zed here that week.”
“That's a fine plan,” Mykos said. “I suggest having the Baltius brothers as well. We can get in some business. And we cannot forget the Ladies.”
As expected, the list for the soft opening grew in size and length of stay. Darius was openly amused even as he made suggestions of his own. At some point during the boisterous planning session, Alethia took a call. After a moment of listening pensively, the blood seemed to drain from her face.
“What's wrong, Alethia?” Andreas asked.
Concern changed to alarm as Alethia gaped at them, unable to speak. Instead, she picked up a remote to the Info screens, turned them on and selected Tau Mu News, one of the less savory media outlets. Darius never watched it. Neither did anyone in their extended household. Their programs tended to be thin on facts, but managed to stay just on the right side of defaming anyone that could hit back.
“Oh, no,” Andreas murmured.
His Consort's understandable distress was caused by the collage of images set to music in a promo of the story. The images were clearly taken when Andreas and their inner circle were unaware, and they were clearly taken in their Suites and private common areas that should have been secure from surveillance. Andreas immediately reached out to sync with all the Cosi present. He also signaled to Odigos to stand down for the moment.
“There's something about the angle and distance of the images,” Andreas said. “Let's look at the full report so we can figure out how this was done.”
The room quieted as Mykos dimmed the lights. Behind Ana Kyra, the Anchor, was a lurid title card that read COSI LIVES UNFILTERED appeared over her right shoulder. Darius felt his eyebrow go up, and Lord Maceo's ire rise.

Last night, this outlet got the inside story to end all inside stories. While we can't reveal our sources, you will see that this footage is not only authentic, it is far more realistic than the highly choreographed, spoon-fed videos we've seen from the Leadership thus far. All of the scenes were filmed during a week-long holiday declared by Lord Galatea. The order was given ostensibly to prevent burnout of the first wave of researchers. Whatever the reason, this time gave us the opportunity to see how the Leadership socializes behind the scenes.

Darius remembered the first scene fondly. Andreas and Erienne had been listening to the House Band's Nikae Funk the prior evening. Erienne was excited because she'd seen footage of dancing that matched the music. That afternoon, everyone in their inner circle was enjoying the brilliant spring day on the secluded terrace connected to the cafe on the rooftop of the center tower. The terrace seated up to 100 diners, thus there was plenty of room for them to eat, lounge, and dance. Erienne taught Andreas the moves as Darius and Mykos along with Doc and Lord Maceo sipped iced fruit nectar.
“Andreas, are you certain that you aren't working?” Lord Maceo asked mildly.
Andreas sent an exasperated glare his way, prompting a chuckle from him. There was another, louder chuckle at that moment. It seemed to be coming from close to the source of the recording.
That's Chiron,” Andreas said over the sync.
That was confirmed by the next thing said.
“Lord Maceo is so funny,” Chiron said.
“He is?” the other voice asked in a soft nervous voice.
“Oh, yes,” Chiron replied.
“Are you sure it's okay to just stand in here?” The other voice asked.
“Of course,” Chiron replied confidently. “We must be here to replenish drinks and take food requests. Besides, they don't mind us hanging around.”
“Why?” The other voice asked in surprise.
“They know we enjoy their company,” Chiron replied simply and happily. “Let's listen to the music.”
By then, Erienne had played the upbeat, catchy song one all the way through while Andreas listened. Darius recalled being surprised that such fun and flirty music could come from an underclass that was many times more oppressed than those in his society. This song was about a known flirt who meets his match and the wild ride that follows. It was amusing how much the song suited his beautiful Consort. Darius had no doubt that the House Band chose it deliberately.
As the song began once again, Andreas and Erienne mirrored each other's movements gracefully. The image grew closer, but it wasn't a lens adjustment. The recording device moved closer to the terrace. The faint sound of ice clinking against the glass and the wheels of a serving trolley was heard as the recorder moved closer.
“Um, I think I'll handle this,” Chiron said. “Your hands are shaking.”
“I'm kind of nervous, I guess.”
“That's okay. Just watch what I do.”
Chiron passed on the outer edge of the frame onto the terrace where he deftly refilled the glasses and quietly took food requests. He never interrupted the performance. Andreas and Erienne danced over in turn to put in their requests for lunch without missing a beat. Chiron was smiling as he returned to the cafe interior.
“They should be fine for now,” Chiron said. “I'll be right back.”
Darius strained to hear where Chiron went to determine how long he was gone. Meanwhile, the images on screen brought back the sweet memory of that day. Andreas was beautiful anywhere he happened to be, but against that stunning vista, he was extraordinary. Fortunately for all concerned, that lens couldn't capture the nuances of his Consort in motion. It couldn't capture the myriad highlights that danced in those loose, lush waves or the sparkle glinting in his gold-green eyes as he flirted with Darius.
Though he was angry over this gross invasion of their privacy, Darius couldn't help smiling at the antics of his Consort. There was a challenge in those green-gold eyes that brought Darius to his feet and join the dancing. Maceo chuckled again at the clear annoyance on his grandson's face at how well Darius could follow the stops after only seeing them. Chiron laughed, then clapped softly.
The segment ended when Lexo and Yannis rolled in the trolleys with lunch.
The next scenes were also innocuous on the surface. They were endearing in many ways. One was of Andreas sparring with Odigos. They were only going at half speed to keep from attracting attention. Despite the Chief's stoic appearance, it was clear that both were enjoying themselves. It was also clear that Andreas was a living work of art even in his modest workout attire. Darius and Mykos were captured sparring with staffs while Erienne playfully corrected their form. Each time, Chiron could be heard reacting happily to every move from somewhere next to the camera. Darius felt amusement from the Cosi connected to the sync.
The final scene began later that same day. The Cosi households along with their staffs met up with Stu and Mr. Xenodoch, the Nightclub Manager, in the lobby of the center Tower. A tram was waiting with Iskyros in the driver's seat. Since there was nothing for the camera to pick up other than the scenery, the ride to Club Zero East was filled with Chiron's narration of the scenery along way. He knew a lot more about the brothels than Darius thought was likely. Chiron later explained that they purveyors kept giving him brochures which he was saving for the Ladies. Andreas and Mykos were much amused by that notion.
The older staff like Milos, Yannis, and Lexo simply would not sit at the same table as the Cosi and their guests. Thus, they were seated nearby at a table that was the same direction across in the restaurant but staggered halfway up the length. Chiron and the cameraman ended up facing the Cosi table at the Point where Darius, Andreas, and Mykos were in the line of sight without having to turn.
“We want everyone to enjoy the evening,” Yannis said quietly. “But pay close attention to the service.”
“We should all embrace opportunities to learn,” Milos added.
There was enthusiastic agreement at the staff's table as Chef Allaire and Magiras approached. They stood at a place where both tables could easily hear them.
“Good evening, milords, milady and honored guests,” Allaire began. “This bold experiment in dining is one we hope will bring an understanding of Nikae society the way books alone cannot. Magiras and our kitchens have crafted a food journey that is about land, culture, and history.”
“There will be two versions of each course,” Magiras said. “My kitchen will take the most inexpensive ingredients and use time, heat and spices to make them tasty and satisfying. Chef Allaire will use the best ingredients available to Nikae and make magical plates that will delight your imagination.”
Andreas and Stu raised their hands.
“Yes, lads?” Magiras asked.
“Who are you?” They asked.
“Quiet, lads,” he retorted, though he was amused.
“We will be serving small plates for each version,” Allaire said. “That way, you can enjoy the entire meal.”
Both versions of the dishes were stellar. It was clear that Darius wasn't the only one who remembered it fondly. Mykos made a note over the sync to go back for another meal sometime soon. Meanwhile, Chiron, the rest of the staff, and the spy were heartily enjoying the meal as well. They were making so much noise that it wasn't easy to hear what was happening at the Cosi table. Maceo and Erienne laughed softly at that.
There was nothing untoward about the evening. Darius, Mykos, and Doc chatted with Mr. Xenodoch about how the nightclub in the Center Tower wouldn't be merely another place for Calyx to dance. It would be a chance for guests to live the entertainment of a civilization that was once lost. Stu had Nikae Funk playing in the background to show every aspect of the new venue would be from Nikae's past.
“Your club would be the only one of its kind in the known universe,” Darius said.
“All others would be a copy,” Mykos added.
During the course of the meal, both Chef Allaire and Magiras agreed to help Mr. Xenodoch's head chef develop small plates and table snacks from the recipes they'd translated. Doc and Erienne agreed to help him find images of the uniforms the nightclub staff wore. They struck a deal while enjoying the sublime dessert plates. There was some shuffling about at the staff table after dessert. Yannis and Lexo went to the kitchen to congratulate Magiras and Allaire while Kleptos went to talk to Iskyros and Chief.
“You can stay if you want,” Chiron said. “But we'll be heading back now. We like to put out the bedtime drinks for our Cosi and the Doc. And I like to make cocoa for my bedtime.”
“I think I'll stay and listen to the music,” the soft voice said. “See you in the morning.”
“Okay,” Chiron said brightly.
The camera moved to the nearby bar while the staff took their leave. Chief remained while the Cosi table lingered over small glasses of dessert wine and chatted about plans for the rest of the week. Darius reasoned that the spy had to have placed the camera on the bar while he sat facing the bartender. No one remembered anyone staring from that direction. Nor had anyone's behavior tripped Chief's suspicions.
The segment ended as their party swept from the restaurant after tipping the servers generously. The Anchor returned with a dour look on her face.

This is innocuous – even charming,” she said. “And yet, Lord Galatea blocks all access to his inner circle save for rare highly choreographed events. If he feels the need to hide something as benign as these scenes, how many dire secrets are being kept from the public? In this era of transparency, doesn't the public have the right to know a great deal more about those who lead us?”

As the lights went up, Andreas ended the sync. Chief was on his feet. Concern and anger were plain on his face.
Milords...”
“Chief,” Mykos said quietly. “You and I vetted everyone who shadowed our staff in all ways possible. More so than we vet soldiers. He was compromised after moving here.”
“Sadly, I believe Lord Estevan is correct,” Alethia said quietly. “I've cautioned a number of the pool reporters about chumming up to the staff.”
“The staff are not prisoners,” Darius said. “Nor do we want them to be. This is not just a story for the press. This is a test...”
“It is a test of my patience,” Maceo snapped. “The servant and that outlet have committed arrest-able offenses. Under some Leaders, executable offenses.”
“I know, milord. I'm sure you all realize how angry I am at anyone watching Andreas in this way,” Darius said calmly. “But we made an oath to the Watchers to turn in a different direction. There will be consequences – costly ones – for that outlet and the journalist who compromised Katask.”
“Journalist,” Maceo spat.
Andreas gave him a big-eyed pleading look that quieted him.
“Chief,” do we have any available rooms on this floor?” Darius asked.
“Yes, milord,” Chief replied. “There are a dozen single rooms on the staff side of the floor.”
“Excellent. Tell Iskyros to have Katask's room moved to this floor,” Darius said.
“If possible, put him next to Chiron,” Andreas added.
“Yes, milord.”
“We should talk to the staff,” Mykos said.
“They're heading down the corridor now,” Andreas said.
“Milos as well?” Maceo asked.
“Yes, and Pai Deuo,” Andreas replied. “They're upset.”
Erienne opened the door and ushered the pensive group inside. Chiron looked especially distraught.
“Guys,” Andreas said. “Everything will be okay. Darius...”
“None of this was your fault in any way whatsoever,” Darius said firmly in his most soothing and melodic tone. “Your deportment was superb as always.”
“And we can find no fault in Katask's training,” Mykos added.
“Though we knew the Press was trying to get close to members of the expedition team, I could never imagine any of them risking everything to compromise a member of our staff,” Darius said. “Now, stop worrying. I'll need our seniors to work with you, Pai Deuo, and Alethia to develop additional training to prevent any further problems.”
“Yes, milord,” Pai Dueo said.
Darius could see them visibly relax.
“What will happen to Katask?” Chiron asked, still worried.
“He's being moved to a room closer to yours,” Andreas replied.
“We'll speak to him at some point tomorrow,” Darius added. “Tell him that he isn't to worry. Our anger is not at him.”
“Yes, milord,” Chiron said, nodding.
Darius looked about the room, noting the drawn faces.
“We should adjourn until the morning,” Darius said. “I suggest we all wind down, then get a good night's sleep. We'll meet tomorrow in the rooftop cafe for a working breakfast.”
“Is it wise to delay taking action?” Lord Maceo asked in a strained voice.
“I believe Darius means to have the perpetrators will worry all night about what is coming,” Mykos smiled.
“He knows me well, milord,” Darius said.
“That is a wise move,” Maceo conceded.
Darius keenly desired solitude with his beautiful Consort, but he was as keenly aware that his emotions were held in check by the thinnest thread. Though Andreas was significantly stronger than their first night together, Darius knew he could still harm him if he initiated sex in that state. He caught Lexo's eye before he left the Conference Room and asked for a cold snack plate and strong red wine. Andreas noticed, but was intent on bidding Maceo and Erienne Goodnight.
“We're going to have a snack with wine,” Darius said to Mykos as they headed out the door. “Would you like to join us?”
“Thanks, Brother, but no,” Mykos replied tiredly. “I'm going to have a nice, hot soak with a large cognac, then head to bed.”
Mykos shared the Leaders Suite in the Center Tower with Darius and Andreas. It had almost the same size in square meters as two stories of the Penthouse at home. There were four large bedrooms. Each had an en suite bathroom and huge walk-in closets. There were two living rooms along with offices, a small gym, and a room dedicated to electronic entertainment. It was large enough that they had plenty of space to work or entertain and still have as much privacy as they desired.
Goodnight, Mykos,” Andreas murmured.
Goodnight, Brothers,” Mykos said. “Sleep well.”
“So, why aren't we having a long soak or heading to bed?” Andreas asked softly. “It's been a long and stressful day.”
“I find that I am extremely...unsettled by these revelations,” Darius replied. “I believe it would be best if I had time to relax until this...passes.”
Andreas considered that for a moment before shaking his head.
“You're pissed off about all those eyes watching me move,” Andreas countered in silken tone. “You have every right to be. I belong to you. This...intrusion cannot be tolerated. And now, you must take back what is yours, Cosi.”
Andreas waggled his eyebrows and smiled his most sinful smile.
“Andreas...”
“Stop,” he said softly. “I know how strong you are, and I can feel the fury tormenting your mind. I gave myself to you for moments like this. My vows included care for you no matter what. I am yours to use...to take...I am strong enough for you. Darius...please – mmmph.”
Darius could bear no more. He crushed Andreas against his body, then kissed him savagely.
A thrill ran down Darius' spine as Andreas moaned into the kiss. His fury turned into something far more pleasant and urgent. Andreas helped move things along when his knees buckled, allowing Darius to lift him for the swift trip to their bedroom.
“Lexo. Leave the trolley at our door,” Darius said, knowing that the intercom would activate.
“Very good, milord,” Lexo said. “Goodnight.”
Andreas mumbled.
“Andreas says goodnight, Lexo,” Darius chuckled. “As do I.”
With that, Darius kicked the door shut. He placed Andreas on the opulent bed, then considered his Consort's clothing. His Consort started to pull his top off.
“Be still, Andreas,” Darius murmured.
Andreas obeyed immediately though there was a clear challenge in his beautiful green-gold eyes. That was enough for Darius to lose what little control he had left. He grasped Andreas' top at the bottom of its deep vee and tore it to the hem. Andreas was undoubtedly glaring at him, but Darius was paying that no mind. He was busy ripping the matching, silk pants apart.
“Hey!” Andreas said with a growl.
“Patience, sweet Consort,” Darius murmured. “I won't keep you waiting long for my body.”
Andreas huffed at that while Darius was fashioning quick restraints out of the ruined lounging clothes. The loops for restraints remained on the headboard, but Darius had the shackles removed. They were made of metal and had no linings. They were heavy and likely to cause pain and injuries. Those would never do for the exquisite skin of his beautiful Consort. Such manacles weren't fit for a prisoner let alone a life partner like Andreas. And Darius felt that way, despite the names his beloved was calling him at that moment.
Andreas' ceased as soon as Darius tied his wrists together. The tether was pulled through the metal loop on the headboard until Andreas' arms were stretched straight, but not to the point where he was straining and tied firmly.
“This isn't fair, Cosi,” Andreas pouted. “You know how much I enjoy touching you.”
“I love your hands on my body,” Darius admitted softly. “But my patience has almost reached its limits. Your touch would take me over the edge. I will not harm you.”
Darius ended the discussion with the kind of kiss that made Andreas moan and arch his lithe body demanding to be touched.
“Stay still,” Darius said softly.
Andreas was dreamy-eyed when Darius stood up to undress. In the interest of speed and fairness, Darius ripped the clothes from his body while his Consort looked on with a mixture of amusement and amazement in his expression.
“Spread your legs,” Darius commanded. “Knees up. Feet flat on the mattress.”
“Y-yes, Darius,” Andreas managed with a hard swallow.
Darius opened the lid to the pot of Arnica infused gel and coated his fingers. He eased onto the mattress alongside Andreas. While his fingers set about thoroughly stretching Andreas' strengthened opening as quickly and gently as possible, his mouth set about tormenting sensitive skin to everywhere save for here his Consort desperately wanted him to go.
“Patience, sweet Consort,” Darius murmured against his skin. “We climax together.”
Darius kissed Andreas before he could use his considerable skills of persuasion to get his way. Soon, Andreas relaxed his body completely allowing Darius to push inside and begin to stretch him. After several long moments, Andreas tore his mouth away from the kiss.
“Now...please, Darius...”
He didn't hesitate. Darius rose to his knees while turning Andreas on his stomach, then raising his hips until he was on his knees. After quickly slicking himself with the gel, Darius began an achingly slow push inside that nearly painfully snug opening. Once their bodies touched, Darius went still to give Andreas a chance to get used to being filled, but he wasn't having it. He pushed back against Darius causing them both to moan. All control was gone at that point. Darius pounded into Andreas' tight heat relentlessly. Andreas didn't try to keep up. Darius could tell he was using all of his strength to keep upright on his knees.
During their time together, Darius learned that Andreas no shrinking Dami. He was even bolder as a Consort. Andreas was a giving lover, but he did not have endless patience. There would come a point when he demanded that Darius finish him off. The language that Andreas used was often quite colorful. That night, he seemed too tired to get creative.
“Hey, Cosi!” He panted in exasperation. “Finish me!”
Darius smiled as he obliged, slicking his hand before grasping Andreas' straining erection. It was fortunate that Darius was very close. Andreas came with a few firm strokes. The pleasure drenched moan was too much. Darius came hard. He felt Andreas' knees buckle. Darius wrapped an arm around his waist, and they collapsed on their side in happy exhaustion.

Andreas wasn't at all lucid as Darius gently wiped him down with the warm, damp towels, Lexo left by their bedroom door. They were in a small towel warmer on the trolley with their mini sandwiches, fruit, chilled water, and a small carafe of wine. His beautiful Consort was almost alert by the time Darius dried him. He was able to hold his own glass of water while Darius cleaned himself.
“How are you feeling?” Darius asked as they devoured their sandwiches.
“I'm fine,” Andreas replied, blushing deeply. “And I should be asking you that.”
Darius leaned close to kiss Andreas briefly.
“I feel much better,” He murmured before having another bite of his sandwich. “I appreciate your care of me.”
“It is my pleasure,” Andreas smiled with a blush. “As always. Do you want to talk about a plan?”
“No,” Darius replied. “We need to sleep.”
Andreas yawned as he tried to reply, then chuckled when Darius laughed softly. Somehow, they managed a last gasp of energy to put the trays on the trolley and pull the blankets up. Darius knew that Andreas was asleep as soon as he was positioned along his side. Darius drifted asleep as he wrapped his arms snugly around his Consort.

Andreas long believed that breakfast made everything better. Even the humblest meals they had while squatting in his father's warehouse Always brightened his mood. The Staff went all out that morning. There were sweet, sticky rolls that usually only appeared during the Winter Holidays along with sausages, crispy bacon, and eggs to order.
“Wow, guys,” Andreas said with a whistle. “This looks amazing.”
“Thank you, milord,” Yannis said. “We like to do our part.”
“You never fail,” Andreas smiled, then ordered his eggs. “Hey, where's Chief. He loves a great breakfast.”
“He had his earlier, milord,” Lexo said. “He's gone to check on Katask and some other things.”
“Chiron went along with a trolley of breakfast and coffee,” Lexo added.
“Including sticky buns?” Andreas smiled.
“He placed those on the trolley first, milord,” Kleptos replied.
Andreas thanked them for the tray of delicious looking food, then took his usual seat at one of the large, round tables with a view of the bay. Lexo set up coffee and juice at intervals around the table.
“Good morning, Grandfather, Erienne,” Andreas smiled as they approached with their trays.
Their reply was warm and bright. Neither was distressed or worried as they poured their cups of coffee. Alethia was the last to arrive. She seemed well rested to Andreas though a little harried around the edges. She chatted with Darius and Mykos while waiting for her eggs. Moving Katask was a sound plan. Various outlets were trying to find him to get comments moments after he'd changed rooms.
“The poor guard that was placed in the room didn't get much sleep at all,” she said as they seated themselves.
“I'll see that Iskyros sends him relief as soon as we are finished here,” Mykos said.
With that, everyone at the table fell silent in the enjoyment of the food. Andreas could feel the mood of the room brighten as plates cleared. The meal and the view were soothing. As the dishes were cleared away save for coffee cups, Andreas sensed that Darius had come to a decision.
“How is the tone from the media this morning, Alethia?” Darius asked.
“That depends on the outlet, milord,” Alethia replied ruefully. “Eighty percent are terrified over not just losing access, but also their freedom or worse.”
“The press thinks they'll be imprisoned?” Andreas asked incredulously.
“Oh, that has happened,” Erienne said.
“And worse,” Maceo added. “Torture of all sorts to get the names of sources, then execution.”
“By the time your generation was in school, the Cosi decided it was more profitable to appear less bloodthirsty.”
“Whoa,” Andreas replied. “What are the other twenty percent like?”
“Insane,” Alethia muttered. “They seem to be trying to goad your Lordships into an extreme reaction for reasons that escape me.”
“We are not predictable right now,” Darius said. “The Calyx do not like their world upended as it has been of late. There are powerful Calyx who own Media outlets. They'd prefer my losing my temper and returning to past behaviors. I will not be goaded.”
“Only Andreas may do that,” Mykos said mildly before finishing his coffee.
Andreas glowered at the Cosi which had no impact.
“Quite right though impertinent,” Darius said, though he did have a ghost of a smile.
“How will you address this?” Maceo asked pointedly. He had not relaxed as much as the rest of the room.
“By treating it as your Lordship described it,” Darius replied. “This is an affront on many levels and unfair to everyone working here as well as to the rest of the media outlets. It would not be unreasonable for us to cut off Press Access due to the security breach alone.”
“That occurred to me as well,” Mykos agreed.
“Think of how many factions here would suffer from the loss of coverage,” Darius said. “The vendors would lose out on invaluable advertising of their businesses. Though they will make money from their licenses, they've earned that perk from work they do not have to do.”
Magiras was telling me that the attention is bringing in extra money to take on more apprentices,” Andreas said. “The other vendors have said the same thing.”
“I see,” Erienne said. “By pointing out how this one silly story will take away opportunities at every level, you turn that outlet into villains.”
“Exactly so,” Darius smiled. “And it is true. Without trust, it would be natural for the Cosi to be far less open to interacting with paying visitors to Nikae.”
“Not bloody likely at all would be more exact,” Maceo quipped.
“That would make all employees of that outlet pariahs among their peers,” Alethia said. “They wouldn't be able to get sources for any kind of report for a long time if ever.”
“A slow, inevitable decline,” Maceo mused. “I like it.”
“While we are the injured party,” Mykos chuckled. “You may be more open, Brother, but you are still dangerous.”
“Indeed,” Maceo said with admiration.
“The next step is to have a talk with Katask and find out who contacted him and how this was set up,” Darius continued. “We should have a report ready for the evening broadcasts and a longer story for one of the magazines as soon as is possible.”
“Yes, milord,” Alethia said. “This is the perfect response. What of the footage that was in last night's report?”
“There is nothing objectionable in the footage,” Darius said.
“It could be beneficial to our efforts here,” Mykos added. “The objection is over how it was obtained.”
“How long would the outlet profit from the story?” Darius asked.
“They've made their profit,” Alethia said. “Seconds after the story ran, copies were made.”
“We will not try to shut them down,” Darius said. “Let whomever is to interview us know that we are open to answering questions about the segments featured in the report.”
“May I be interviewed?” Maceo asked.
Andreas tried not to groan.
“You are most welcome, of course, milord,” Darius replied easily. “An affronted Grandfather would be perfect alongside Andreas.”
“A disappointed Andreas can almost move me to repent,” Mykos chuckled.
“Really?” Andreas asked.
“Almost, Brother,” Mykos quipped.
Andreas rolled his eyes. He looked at Darius.
“We should interview Katask in our Suite,” Andreas said. “And Chiron should be there.”
“I concur,” Darius said. “As soon as Odigos returns, that will be arranged.”
“Who is the pool reporter for today?” Mykos asked.
“The Financial Channel,” Alethia replied with a frown.
“That will do,” Darius said. “It can't be your former outlet or the one that ran the report. This one will be viewed as neutral.”
“When will you pull TMN's credentials?” Alethia asked.
“I'll have Iskyros issue the order while we are being interviewed,” Darius replied. “The members of that outlet may not contact anyone outside of Nikae until after the segment airs. They will return to Amara tomorrow on the first transport.”
“Why can't we have them walk?” Maceo asked.
“I'm tempted, milord,” Darius replied with a smirk. “But we must return them as they came.”
“They'll be coming back to a hornet's nest, milord,” Alethia smiled.
“I suppose that will have to do,” Maceo muttered.
“Grandfather,” Andreas sighed.
Maceo chuckled.
“I have a question before we speak with Katask,” Andreas said. “What will we do with him afterwards? We could assign him to the general pool, but he wouldn't be on a secure floor that way.”
“I'll take him,” Erienne said. “I haven't had a wayward lad in my care for quite some time. Besides, Pai Deuo has been after me to take on a proper valet for some time now. He can have the suite next to mine.”
“Are you sure about this?” Maceo asked.
“Pending the interview, yes, milord,” Erienne replied.
Erienne is an excellent guide,” Darius said fondly.
She smiled at Darius warmly.
“The plan is settled,” Mykos said. “I say we have seconds and wait for Chief to get back.”
Milord, I should call the pool reporter to set up the interview,” Alethia said while eyeing the tray of cinnamon buns.
“Indulge,” Darius said. “Nothing can be done until we talk to Katask.”
Andreas wasn't as certain as Darius or Mykos that he could shame the press, but he felt the plan was a sound one. Between that and the food, the Young Lord felt a lot better that morning.

They met with Katask an hour later in one of their living rooms. Lady Erienne and Lord Maceo waited in the other living room where Andreas synced with them once more. Meanwhile, Chiron was happy to sit with him. To Andreas, Katask seemed completely confused by his situation at that moment.
“All we want to know is who approached you about carrying a recorder and what was promised in exchange,” Darius said in his most gentle tone.
“Y-yes, milord,” Katask replied. “I'm not sure how they knew that I would be finishing my training in your home. I told a friend in the commissary, but no one was around.”
Andreas was synced with Darius and Mykos. They knew the young man was telling the truth.
“Don't worry about that,” Mykos said. “It could be that your friends were overheard from around a corner. Or someone may have paid for the information.”
He nodded at that.
“Anyway, I was sitting in the roof garden watching the sky to wind down for the night when these two guys came up to me,” Katask said. “One said to call him Theo and the other was Phillip. They seemed to know all about me and my family back in Kacia. We've been having lots of troubles since Mum hurt herself on her job. I took this posting because I would have a good salary, but almost no expenses.”
Katask nervously sipped from the glass of water in front on him before continuing.
“They offered five times my training salary for that one week of recordings,” he said. He looked at them sadly. “I was so excited about the job and didn't want anything to ruin this chance. But that money would have made my family safe from worry for the first time in years. It felt selfish to turn them down.”
“Why didn't you tell Pai Deuo about this proposition?” Andreas asked gently.
“I wanted to do that,” he replied. “I think that Phillip figured that out. He warned me that Pai Deuo would consider me a risk because I was asked. I just couldn't lose this job.”
That didn't make much sense, but Andreas could tell from the turmoil in Katask's mind that he was telling the truth.
“I can find out if Mum still has any of the money and give it back,” he offered.
“That won't be necessary,” Darius said. “While I wish you felt more confident about coming to us, we don't hold you as culpable as Theo and Phillip.”
“What happens next?” Katask asked.
“You will be assigned to Lady Erienne,” Mykos said. “Your permanent rooms will be next to her Suite. There will be a few new rules to prevent this kind of contact from happening again.”
“Yes, milord, thank you,” he said with a sigh.
“If anything like this comes up again, we expect a different outcome,” Darius said pointedly.
“Yes, milord. I won't disappoint you again,” Katask said. The young man's mind was filled with relief and gratitude.
“Chiron will help you move to your new rooms,” Andreas said. “Lady Erienne doesn't expect you until after lunch.”
“Yes, milord. Thank you.”

“I believe him,” Erienne said as she and Maceo entered that living room.
“He was telling the truth,” Andreas said quietly. “I hate the way he was used.”
“That was shocking,” Erienne muttered. “This can't be the way the Calyx behave.”
“Sadly, it is,” Darius said.
“I've seen stuff like this and worse from them,” Andreas said ruefully.
“I'll tell Alethia to set up the interview for after lunch,” Mykos said.
The rest of the morning flew by. Stu leased the big night club then returned to the transport station in Amara with Xenodoch. The video gave a lot positive publicity about the food and music. Stu and he each awoke to a barrage of inquiries about how soon the club and the restaurants would open. That attention closed the deal and sent both men home to plan.

Within an hour of sorting out Katask, the reporter from Financial News Daily and his film crew arrived to set up in one of the living rooms. The staff looked after them while everyone else was changing for the interview.
“I suppose the rest of today's schedule is done for,” Andreas said as he pinned his hair up to show his ear tag.
“Yes, I'm going to reschedule the meetings for today,” Darius replied. “Did you have anything pressing in those meetings?”
“No, I was just curious,” Andreas said. “I think I'll read on our balcony.”
“I suddenly find that I have some reading to do as well,” Darius said with a small smile.
“Of course, you do,” Andreas chuckled.
“I'll be fine as long as you control your lascivious urges,” Darius said mildly. His mesmerizing blue eyes were full of mirth and mischief. “At least until after we see the news.”
“I'm sure I'll manage,” Andreas said dryly. “Let's go, Cosi.”
Darius chuckled softly as Andreas led the way back to the designated living room. Maceo was waiting. Mykos arrived shortly after they did.
Alethia walked over from the camera monitors as soon as she noticed that Mykos was present.
“Pearce Lander is ready when you are, milords,” she said brightly.
Andreas was pleased to find Alethia was not nervous about the interview. She was curious and a bit excited. Lander was observing them closely while he pretended to consult his notes. As Alethia arranged them on the sofa, Andreas synced with the Cosi in the room. Mykos was not participating in the interview, though he was nearby enjoying a glass of red wine.
Once everyone was settled, Lander took a seat perpendicular to the sofa closest to Maceo. The makeup technicians made quick work of lightly powdering the shine away.
“Are you ready, milords?” Lander asked.
Andreas detected intense curiosity, but no malice from the reporter.
“Yes, we are. You may proceed,” Darius replied.
The cameraman counted down from three and pointed at Lander when he reached one.
“Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen of the known worlds,” he began. “I am here is the formerly forbidden city of Nikae with Cosi Leader, Lord Galatea; former Cosi Leader, Lord Maceo as well as Consort to the Cosi Leader, Lord Hephaestus, for a reaction to the extraordinary video aired last night on TMN.
“Lord Galatea, what is your reaction to news that the video caused a high degree of interest in the attractions planned for visitors?”
“I'm not surprised,” Darius replied easily. “Much of the coverage in the video would whet the appetite of a visitor. We expect to see a surge in all manner of requests due to the content of the video.”
“Do these results mitigate your views on how the video was created, milord?” Lander asked.
“Not in the least,” Darius replied. “For any number of serious reasons. I'll begin with the breach in security.”
“Which might have ended the entire Household Staff Training Program,” Andreas said pointedly. “A lot of trainees would have missed out on tremendous opportunities for themselves and their families for the sake of five minutes of entertainment. But what do they matter?”
Lander cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Why would such a drastic move be on the table, milords?
“How could we trust anyone from the program after that?” Darius asked frankly.
“And that is not as drastic as Cosi justice has been,” Maceo said darkly. “In days not too long past, such treachery courted executions of the staff and the journalists.”
Lander looked like he'd swallowed a toad.
“Grandfather is having you on,” Andreas said. “Though I can't blame him. Mr. Lander, there was nothing in that video that any of us are ashamed of. So, what's the big deal?”
“That is what some would ask, milord.”
“I get that,” Andreas shrugged. “But for me, it was something stolen from me. I've had enough of that in my life. I missed knowing my Mum and Pops because of society's rules. I missed my Grand Parents for the same reasons. Alright. What's past is past, and I have a great family now.
“We all work very hard for our downtime. Even when we're supposed to be relaxing, we're often working.”
“That was very clear in the tape, milord,” Lander conceded.
“After all I've lost and all I give, am I not entitled to some privacy with my spouse and our family?” Andreas asked simply.
“That is not an unreasonable request, milord,” Lander said. He was quite empathetic by that point.
“I'd fancy going to that reporter's home to stare at him through supper and his nightly intimacies,” Maceo muttered.
Lander coughed through a chuckle as Andreas glared at his grandfather.
“I'm sure our audience would enjoy that was well, milord,” Lander managed. “But there is the matter of the Cosi Leadership being public figures.”
“Don't feed me that twaddle,” Maceo countered. “Back when royalty meant anything, those who attended audiences in Royal bedchambers were clearly invited. And every president or prime minister always had family quarters to enjoy their loved ones in private.”
“Point taken and well made, milord,” Lander said with a smile. “What will happen to the servant involved?”
“We consider him to be another victim in this sordid business,” Darius replied. “He will be assigned to Lady Erienne henceforth. She is the finest educator the Cosi have produced. He will finish his training with her. Meanwhile, Lord Estevan and our Chief of Security will see that no one is allowed to pressure any more of our workers.”
“Pressure, milord?”
“Oh, yes. After money wasn't enough to guarantee cooperation, he was threatened with exposure of the arrangement,” Darius replied. “We were made out to be right monsters.”
“I'm sure it was all hyperbole, milord,” Lander said.
“This man is from some tough streets,” Andreas said. “Men like that aren't easily frightened. That reporter had to believe some of what he was saying to sell it so well. That makes him vile, in my opinion.”
“I don't follow, milord.”
“That journalist may not have believed the poor man would be executed, but he thought something bad would happen to the guy if he was exposed,” Andreas said. “And that was a certainty as soon as any of us saw the video. He knew the man would be ruined in some way. He just didn't care. The man was a disposable means to an end.”
“And that will have a cost for that outlet,” Darius said. “TMN will be banned from Nikae immediately and permanently. Further, they are banned from covering the Cosi henceforth.”
“And Zed Crew, Inc.,” Andreas added.
“I hope we won't all lose access to your Lordships and their work in Nikae,” Lander said. He was suddenly and deeply concerned.
“No, we find this relationship beneficial to our work,” Darius said. “And we hope this incident will prompt some self-policing among your peers.”
“I'm certain that it will, milord,” Lander said. “Finally, is there anything you can tell us about the opening of Nikae and the Dig Site to the public?”
“Yes,” Darius smiled. “We are only a few months away from accepting reservations. Previewing the venues begins in mere weeks. You will all be thrilled and astounded.”
“I believe I can speak for all of our viewers in saying we know we will and can't wait,” Lander said. “Thank you very much for your time, your Lordships.”
All three men inclined their heads regally.
“And....CUT,” the producer said.
“We will have copies of the raw footage sent to all the media outlets here in an hour or so, milords,” Lander said as they all stood up. “Should we send one to Alethia?”
“Thank you, but there is no need,” Darius replied. “We'll get recordings of the broadcasts.”
“Very good, milord,” he said. “Thank you all for your candor.”
“Thank you for keeping an open mind,” Darius said.
“Of course, milord,” he said.

Darius was confident afterward. That wasn't unusual to Andreas. He was pleased to not feel pessimism from Mykos or his Grandfather. Still, they had to wait until the evening news and likely the next morning's news to know for sure. With that in mind, Darius decided that discussion of the coverage could wait until mid-afternoon the following day. It was a sensible plan, though Andreas suspected the idea had more to do with shenanigans on the balcony than anything sensible. Of course, the Young Lord had no issue with those plans.
Unfortunately for both of them, Mykos, Chief, and Iskyros had other ideas. The new security measures for the Center Tower were ready to be put into effect. They needed to be briefed on how it would work and roll out to the current residents of Nikae. The system already existed throughout the complex. Home base was once an exclusive resort and gambling Mecca for the upper class. There was a system of force field barriers that separated the resort in areas where only certain people would be allowed at certain times. The operation of the barriers became known once the insta-trans arrived.
“It's simply a matter of activating the barriers for the top three residence floors and all of the staff floors. The rest of the complex will be open to the press, military and visiting university personnel,” Mykos said.
“How will the barrier know who is allowed and who isn't?” Andreas asked.
“A small disk that deactivates the barrier when it is meter away, milord,” Iskyros replied.
“The barrier re-activates once it has traveled one meter past the barrier, milord,” Chief added.
“What will keep the disks in the right hands?” Darius asked.
“Each one is registered to an individual,” Mykos replied. “Ours can be clipped to an earring. Staff and Researchers can attach theirs to their ID lanyards.”
“Sounds great,” Andreas said. “When do we roll it out?”
Iskyros handed each of them a small envelope labeled with their names. The disk was a fraction of the size of Andreas' ear tag. He could easily hide it behind the tag. Darius and Mykos hid theirs behind ear cuff baubles.
“The rest of the roll out begins with the midnight shift,” Chief said. “And around the clock until everyone who needs one is covered.”
“That's perfect,” Darius said.
“I have another suggestion,” Andreas said. “Stu and I realized that Club Zero was always more of a nightspot than a workers' pub. It's not a place to go in uniform for a post-shift drink.”
“Some of the soldiers have mentioned that, milord,” Chief said.
“There are spaces for restaurants on the top staff floor,” Mykos said.
“Stu's going to have Thyro set up something until he can make arrangements with the owner of the Spotted Toad Pub,” Andreas said. “We'll give him a free license and rent as long as he keeps the prices the same as in Kacia.”
“Keep that deal a secret or there will be no end of trouble from the other vendors,” Mykos quipped.
“No worries there,” Andreas chuckled. “Moe Nico won't talk about his business with anyone – not even his wife. His business is his business.”
“A wise choice,” Darius smiled.
By the time everything was settled, suppertime arrived. The meal was earlier than their norm. Once the interview ran, Darius expected a flurry of reports from Amara, Kacia, Eris and beyond. They preferred to have a quiet meal with Mykos discussing a return to Amara in the next month. The work in Nikae was well in hand, and the soft open wouldn't happen until after the beginning of the new year. There were more pressing matters back home. New schools and a hospital were opening in Eris. The council there wanted to celebrate their first year in power. Zed hadn't been in the same place in months. Andreas was ready to go home. The question that loomed over the room was what kind of reception they would get.

Darius was content with his after-dinner cognac. Andreas was pressed along his right side. Mykos was relaxed in a reclining chair. The entertainment screen played the Financial News Now Channel waiting for Lander to start his report. He wasn't surprised that the Cosi response topped the broadcast.

Good evening viewers of the known worlds. Before we air the Cosi Leadership's response to TMN's extraordinary report last night, I need to take a moment to speak on behalf of our own network. Cosi Leader, Lord Galatea has remained true to his word about transparency to the media. The Press Pool in Nikae enjoys unfathomable access to him and Lords Estevan, Hephaestus, and even Lord Maceo. Asking any one of them a question can be as simple as chatting in Canteen queue for food. We were given translator devices as soon as they arrived from the Cosi Compound. There is no restriction on what the Pool covers. Risking such a privilege is unimaginable to our network. With that in mind, we give you the Cosi Leadership interview response.

That preemptive statement told Darius that the interview was powerful. The rebuke for the treatment of Katask was profound. The anguish in Andreas' green-gold eyes made the motives for the violation of their privacy look petty and mean. The report wasn't long, but it was enough to discredit a Major Media Outlet.
“Brother, you are as ruthless as ever,” Mykos quipped.
“We just told the truth,” Andreas frowned.
“That's what makes it so brutal,” Mykos countered with a smile.
“You are really twisted, Mykos,” Andreas said, shaking his head.
“Thank you, Brother,” Mykos said, raising his snifter.
The first call was from Iskyros reporting the departure of the FMN reporters and staff from Nikae. Their credentials were permanently revoked. Alethia checked in a half an hour later. There were too many messages to sort through that late in the evening. A cursory glance revealed a wildly favorable reaction from the public while the news industry was rapidly distancing itself from FMN. Darius was content with that for the night.
There was no hurry to part for bed. Darius sensed a need in Mykos and Andreas that mirrored his own. They needed to decompress. Despite the straightforward answers Darius knew they gave, there were many ways to present an interview. Most of those would have a negative result. And they had to be careful in the kind of pressure exerted on the Media. Success was not an absolute certainty. They were collectively relieved and still wound up after Alethia's call. They had another snifter of cognac and discussed plans for their return to Amara. Less than an hour later, Mykos yawned.
“That's it for me,” he chuckled. “Goodnight, Brothers.”
“'night, Mykos,” Andreas murmured sluggishly.
“Rest well, Mykos,” Darius said.
Andreas stood before Darius, extending his hand.
“Come, I ordered a bath drawn when the second drinks arrived,” Andreas said.
“You did?” Darius asked as he accepted the outstretched hand.
“I did,” Andreas replied, tugging at his hand until he stood. “You're still wound up. A soothing bath will help.”
Darius allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Of course, his Consort was correct. Though he was better than he was an hour ago, Darius still found his mind racing. Perhaps intimate care by that beautiful man was what he needed. He followed Andreas to the Master Suite at the opposite end of the of their cavernous space. The scent of flowers and herbs from the bath salts before they reached the bedroom door. Darius inhaled, then sighed.
After encouraging Darius to sit on the edge of the bed, Andreas undressed with graceful efficiency. He was at ease kneeling to remove Darius' sandals. As his Consort bent his head to complete the task, Darius plucked the ornate comb from Andreas' head, freeing the waves of thick waves it was holding back.
“Now, I can't see,” Andreas laughed softly.
“I'm sorry,” Darius offered.
“No, you aren't.”
“No, I'm not,” Darius agreed affably as he pulled his top off.
He further assisted his exasperated Consort by shimmying out of his pants enough that they dropped to his ankles upon standing. Darius then stepped out of the pool of fabric.
“Thanks,” Andreas quipped as he scooped up the clothes and sandals to take them to the hamper in the wardrobe.
Meanwhile, Darius headed to the bathroom and eased into the hot, fragrant water. Andreas entered the room a second later.
“I thought I'd save you the trouble of carrying me,” Darius said with a wry smile.
“Thanks,” Andreas said dryly.
Darius took his hand to guide Andreas to sit next to him, then he grabbed the shower wand. Andreas smiled, turning his head to one side. Darius carefully soaked the heavy waves with warm water from roots to ends. Andreas does the same for Darius. It was a new habit for them. Instead of Andreas bathing Darius, more often than not, they bathe each other. Once Darius washed his Consort's hair, he understood why Andreas enjoyed washing his so much. It was a sensual and soothing experience. After soaking, shampooing, and massaging the scalp, attention turned to scrubbing the back and shoulders. Darius usually included his Consort's amazing ass. Of course, Andreas had to reciprocate even though it meant Darius had to kneel for him to reach properly.
The stress of the day ebbed away. As Andreas was working conditioner through his hair, Darius decided to focus on the delightful puzzle of how to maneuver his slippery, bath oil and hair conditioner covered Consort onto his rigid erection. Fortunately, Andreas was helpful with counter- balance and grip problems. They kissed and laughed their way to climax. The laughter through orgasms was something new between them as well. It was a most welcome development.

Andreas was too tired to enjoy the tiny cakes left beside their bed, but he was none too pleased that facing the Keepers, but he knew as well as Darius that there were many more fights to come. At that moment, he was happy to be held firmly against that beloved body and drift to sleep.
Darius jammed both of them in his mouth to 'keep them from going to waste.' He was also too tired to scold his Cosi about it either. They'd survived their first big test since


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