Twenty-six: Mage, Cyclops, Minotaur
A/N: This is pretty much heavily inspired by Dragon Age: Origins. Because I was playing it when I wrote these.
A/N 2: Cross dressing! Oh joy of joys! :D
The thing about being a cyclops was that everyone had all these funny ideas about how you were supposed to look. More than once he'd had someone come up to him, ask what happened to his left eye, and scoff when he told them it was a birth defect and he didn't have one. It was like that for everyone in his family. And it most certainly did not affect his ability to fight, thank you very much.
Yeah, that whole eye-takes-up-your-entire-forehead thing? Complete bullshit. He still had his nose in the right spot, and he could swing a sword just as well as the half-bull idiot stumbling around could. So he had to work a little harder to correct, so what? Didn't make him any worse at bringing in all those damn apostate Magi who seemed to enjoy running away from the Chantry and the Circle of Magi.
Oh yes, be a Templar! Travel to exotic places and see new things with every chase! It'll be a grand existence. Well, no one ever mentioned the vow of celibacy you had to take, the one that was bloody well killing him!
Puck was still grumbling at the multitude of injustices when he and Finn stalked into a pub, intent on a drink and a good nights sleep before heading out the next morning in search of that bastard apostate who continuously evaded them and all the Templar's sent out before them. People were staring, but then, Finn drew odd looks where ever he went. It was a downside to his top half being a bull. They dropped down onto the uncomfortable wooden stools lining the bar and ordered their respective drinks. Puck ignored the shatter of the wine bottle the bartender had been holding before Finn spoke and looked around.
He meets bright blue eyes through the gloom of the pub and finds himself unable to resist. He's barely twenty, after all, and he hasn't had a chance to satisfy his hormones for two years. He's going crazy and this girl, all soft curves and red lips, is too tempting to resist. She stands up and saunters into the back hall, glancing over her shoulder, brushing back long curly hair and crooking a single finger. He stands up, already half hard behind the chainmail and offers Finn a lame excuse about going to the lavatory. He meets her in the hall and when they stumble back to the room she must have rented, he accidentally tugs off the wig. Startled eyes stare at him and Puck stares back. After a second he reaches around her and unties the laces of her dress, watching the corset fall to the floor and her curves disappear (well, mostly, he still has some killer hips...). After another few seconds of staring he shrugs and decides, fuck it, he's always been an ass man and this didn't technically go against his vows of celibacy.
Stripping off the skimpy dress and easing the other boy (couldn't be more than sixteen, which should probably make Puck feel like a skeezball but damn) onto the bed, he quietly asked for a name. When the answer was whispered just as softly, Puck froze, listening to the apostates name and wondering if he should stop and apprehend him now. Then Kurt rolled his hips and began sucking an enthusiastic hickey onto his neck, and Puck decided it could wait until morning.
He kicked himself when he woke to an empty bed and a note that said nothing but, 'Thanks.'