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Two pups inna bar, both alike in dignity, in fair Milliways where we lay our scene.

One rather mystified Capulet sitting at the bar trying to figure out what exactly one does with a milkshake.

One rather mystified Castle sitting a few barstools down trying to figure out whether The Swimming-Pool Library really counts as porn or not.

Have at either or both.

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There is a bouncy younger brother sneaking up behind Lee, with a Vala following close behind. Gorlim pounces and covers Lee's eyes with his hands. He nods to Namo, who chimes in, "Guess who?"

Lee drops the ~~porn~~ erotic literature and grabs Gorlim's wrists. "You are aware that I've shot people for sneaking up on me like this, right?" he says cheerfully.

Námo chuckles.

"You would shoot our little bird for his games?" he teases, sitting down beside Lee.

Gorlim rests his chin on Lee's head. "Anyway, we'll be the ones putting holes in your head tonight, big brother. If you're still interested, of course."

His first thought is Haven't I already gone through that? before he remembers what they're talking about.

"Sure, I can handle that."

Námo reaches out to run a finger along Lee's ear, his eyes half-closed.

"This shall be enjoyable," he all but purrs.

Gorlim hooks his arms over Lee's shoulders from behind. "Where'd you like to have it done, gwador?" he asks.

"D'you mean where in the bar, or which ear?" He vaguely remembers there being some sort of stupid code system involving which ear one has pierced having to do with one's sexuality, but he doesn't care.

"I think it is best to decide if you want it done here or somewhere else. We can discuss which ear you desire once we relocate to that place."

He touches the ring piercing Gorlim's right ear in a loving gesture, his eyes darkening at the memory.

Gorlim touches Lee's ears and then trickles his neck.

"We could go outside. Cold'll make it hurt less."

He waves a dismissive hand. "Nah, don't worry about it hurting. Inside would probably be more sanitary, too. Maybe a booth over there, or upstairs?"

Námo opens his mouth to suggest Gorlim's room, as it had been the place where they had done theirs, but... if Lee had wanted that, he would have suggested it in the first place.

He sits back some.

"A booth would be fine, meldir," he replies. "Gorlim, do you want to ask Bar for what we need or should I?"

"Will you, love?" Gorlim asks. "I want to poke the hedgehog. He never comes to see me anymore." He's teasing. There is no spite in his voice. He just wants to be with his brother. "You sure you want to do it here, Lee?" he asks. "We were wanting it to be special."

"Special?" He raises an eyebrow. It has never occurred to him to think of ear-piercing as something that could be made erotic.

"Well, if you want, I...guess we could do it upstairs."

Námo stands.

"No, it is not necessary." His eyes fall to Gorlim. "Perhaps it is different for him than us, little bird." He smiles at the Man. "I shall be right back with what we need -- why do you not locate a booth?"

Without waiting for a response Námo walks toward Bar.

"Somewhere out of the way, then." He tugs Lee to his feet, eyes the book, and grabs that, too.

"Aye, special. Just because... it means a lot to us, to have something all three of us share. Not quite getting married." He chuckles. "But you won't leave the ring by the sink, anyway."

He puts an arm around Lee's waist and wanders with him to a booth in the corner. "Here?"

"...sure," he says distractedly, still looking after Namo. Great. Guilt.

"Look, we--we can do this upstairs. I'm just a little out of it right now."

He hugs his brother tight. "If you'd rather not do it just now, don't worry about it. We understand we got you rather suddenly." He kisses Lee's cheek. "Would you rather just sit and have some tea or dinner with us?"

"No, I want to do it." He sits up straighter. "Honestly. I'm fine now."

He slips into the booth with Lee and pulls his brother onto his lap.

"It's what we have to mark each other," he says quietly, resting a cheek against Lee's back, between his shoulderblades. "You are ours, and we are yours, to whatever extent that means. It is a mark of loyalty between us, of love. We want you to be ours equally. As I to Namo, so you should be, and as he is to me, so should you. Not the same KIND of love, really. You're my brother. But the amount of it... I could never weigh you against him. I could never choose one over the other. So should it be, and this is how we want to show you."

He feels a bit odd being in Gorlim's lap, and so slides off and wraps his arm around his brother's waist. But he understands the significance now.

"I wasn't trying to blow it off," he says quietly. "I get it now."

Námo slides on top of the table, crossing his legs as he sits in front of them on the surface. He places the cloth Bar had given him to the side, opening it to reveal a mithril hoop identical to the one they wore, a long, thick-looking needle, cotton balls, and a small bottle of antisceptic.

He smiles at them.

"Have you chosen an ear?"

"Ah--" He hasn't thought about it. "Left," he says impulsively, and smiles up at Namo.

Gorlim kisses Lee's cheek.

"Will you do it, Namo, or I?"

He looks down at Lee.

"Do you have a preference? Gorlim could happily spear your ear while I slip the ring through. He seemed to take immense pleasure in doing so to mine, after all," he teases lightly.