Brian's Dilemma

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Notes: I did it! A Captain Britain/Nightie slash!
Heehee....I feel so naughty. Enjoy!



"Oh....ooooh...ja...."

Brian clutched the cover of his book more tightly,
hearing the old fabric and paper rip. He could hear
Kurt's labored breathing close behind him. He groaned
deep in his throat.

"Mmmmmm....."

How much longer could this go on, he thought, pressing
his face into his pillow, his upper teeth catching his
lower lip as his spine ached. Arching it, he tried to
relieve some of the pressure he felt in his lower back.

"Uhhhh.....yeah...."

His right hand, trembling, tightened on his glass,
sloshing the caramel-colored contents. He felt the
unstable room shake as Kurt squirmed, bucking against
the mattress.

"Ah!"

Kurt's cry startled him, he hadn't expected it to be
over that soon. Liquid soaked through his make-shift bed
immediately as Brian swallowed back a cry.

Why must I endure such torture? Brian asked himself when
he could think coherently again. Burying his head deeper
in the pillow, his breath slowly returned to normal.

Okay, relax, he thought. It's over.

Brian heard Kurt sigh in satisfaction and roll over.
Typical man, he smirked, finally allowing sleep to tug
him down to oblivion.

>*<

Brian awoke to a rustle and muffled moan from behind
him. Ah bloody hell, no, not again, he groaned. He knew
the elfin X-Man was hot-blooded, but this was
ridiculous! Burrowing his head under the pillows and
blankets, he hardened his resolve to block it out.

The next few moments were silent and he stretched
languidly, feeling more than hearing his back pop. 
This hard mattress and the work to restore the nearly-
destroyed lighthouse was killing him, he was just
sure of it. He woke up just as sore as he went to bed
every night.

A familiar accented voice rose from the bed beside him
and Brian pulled the pillow more tightly around his
ears. Here he goes again...

"Mmmmm...."

This was killing him too. He had never had the desire to
know just how...active...his teammate's dreams were. But
it sure explained why Kurt was always in a good mood in
the morning, he snickered.

"Ohhhh......oh.....Meggan...."

Cap's tousled blond head shot up, pillows flying off him
like puffy clouds. What did he say?! That blue-furred
bastard!

"Mmmm...."

No, I heard wrong, Brian thought, settling back down
into his bed. The whiskey he had spilled earlier made an
unpleasant wet spot in the bed that he fastidiously
scooted away from. Calm yourself, Braddock. He said
'Manda, maybe. Wasn't that his girlfriend in the States
name? Yeah, that makes more sense....

"Oh...Meggan!"

"WHAT?!" Brian roared up out of his bed like a demon
from hell, ripping the curtain that separated his bed
from Kurt's aside, he grabbed for the man's throat, the
rickety floor groaning from the sudden explosive
movement.

Kurt only had time to reply with a strangled cry before
teleporting to safety, leaving Brian choking air and
brimestone.



Heehee....got ya! (I hope) I thought it was gonna be a
straight slash myself, pun intended, but then my little
blue muse tugged on my tail and gave me a better idea. I
hope it was as much fun to read as it was to write. For
those who wonder, or forgot, it ends with the beginning
of Excalibur 43. The smackdown issue where Kurt and
Brian have it out over Meggan, over Kurt's rather racy
and vocal dreams about Meg. Mayhem insues and Kurt gets
his leg broken for his trouble. Get it, read it, frame
it. It rocks.
:D