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"Looking for a book, eh?" the King repeated, taking in the situation at his royal leisure while absently sucking on his pipe.

"Indeed," said Charon, gathering the shreds of his dignity around him for lack of something with a bit more ... substance, such as, say, his official robes which Pain had left who knew where.

"Naked?" asked the King, his tone implying a slight royal confusion.

"It was a special book, your highness," put in Pain, with a wink that would send half the palace gossiping about the Prime Minister and the Royal Inspector having the kind of sex-life that required manuals, while the other half would be busy digging through the palace library.

"Were you successful in locating it?" was the next royal inquiry, to which Charon replied with a hasty 'yes!' at the same time Pain said 'no'. Charon grimaced; Pain grinned unrepentantly.

"I see," said the King at last, after a pause that lasted long enough for Charon to think of at least twenty very, very unpleasant things he was going to do to Pain. "I suppose I'll leave you to it, then. Good day."

"Oh, I'm sure it will be," replied Pain, seeming blissfully unaware of Charon's thoughts.

("Just think about it for one moment," he said later, back in Charon's rooms, with Charon's robes lying neatly folded on a pillow and Pain's clothes scattered over the floor, "it'll give us the perfect excuse to go snooping around wherever we want, whenever we want. We'll just let everyone believe we're having incredibly outrageous and outrageously incredible sex - which we are, anyway, so we won't even be lying. I don't see why you're making such a fuss over this.")