Trilogy time! Woo!

The winds were cold, and the sky was black. All of the boxers were snuggled into their beds.

Aran found himself blinking his eyes open from a blank, dreamless sleep when he heard a noise. He pushed himself upright and tried to figure out what it was.

Was it…crying?

Aran shook his head. Who would be cryin' at this hour? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to figure out who it was.

…Oh, are you feckin' kidding me?

He pressed his pillow to his ear, trying to block out the sound.

No way. I ain't doin' it.

He smushed his face into the mattress.

You can't make me.

After a bit, he pulled himself out and stared at the ceiling. He heaved a deep sigh.

Fine. If no one else is gonna shut him up, then I will.

…Nope. I'm not doin' it.

Aran was standing just outside Narcis's door. He leaned against the wall and looked at the ceiling.

Guess I'll have to if I want to sleep tonight.

He peeked through the open crack. Inside, he could see Narcis weeping and whimpering, rubbing his eyes and hiccuping. Aran groaned, and stepped inside.

When Narcis saw him, he drew back, as if he was frightened by his presence. But after a moment, he put his arms out, and so Aran scooped him up and sat him on his lap.

"Come on, quit yer cryin'," he mumbled, bouncing him and letting him smush his face into his chest.

Once Narcis quieted down a bit and looked up at Aran, the redheaded rat man asked "Alright, now what's got ye all in a tizzy?"

Narcis swabbed at his nose. "I…it's none of your business. Why would I…I…" He burst into tears all over again. "I don't want to look like your bottom!"

What is he dreamin' about me arse for? "Ye don't look like me arse. Or anyone's arse, y'eejit."

That seemed to calm Narcis down. He sniffled a bit, and then was quiet. Aran picked up a stray water bottle on the bedside table and urged him to drink.

Once he had some water, Aran tried to put Narcis back into bed, but Narcis clung to him. "Please don't go."

Aran grumbled. "Look, ye want a night shift outta me, we're doin' it in my bed."

A few minutes later, Aran was back in his own bed, with Narcis laying on his chest, with, of course, his head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Aran was fully intended to go back to sleep, but Narcis wanted to stay awake and talk.

"Your blanket is itchy," mumbled Narcis.

"Ye want a softer one, either go back to your own bed or go steal the blanket off it," grumbled Aran.

Narcis whimpered and clung to Aran. He didn't want to be alone. He was just going to have to deal with Aran's itchy blanket.

"And listen here," continued Aran, "I'm taken, so don't ye go gettin' any ideas. Now shut yer gob and go to sleep." With that, Aran leaned back and closed his eyes.

Ideas? Why, Aran knew full well that Narcis was completely dedicated to Heike! How dare he suggest such a thing?! Narcis wanted to haul up and go right back to his own bed.

...But he didn't want to be alone. So he sighed and laid his head down. And soon, he found himself drifting off...

The next morning, when Disco Kid went to kiss Aran good morning, he found Narcis curled up with him. He gave a warm grin; he was happy that the two had finally cooled down their bitter rivalry. He nudged Narcis awake. "Hey; that's my boyfriend," he said teasingly.

Aran yawned and opened his eyes. He invited his boyfriend to join him, and handed Narcis off to him. Disco Kid sat Narcis on his lap and asked him about what happened last night. Narcis didn't really want to talk about it, so he just laid his head on his shoulder.

Aran and Disco Kid softly talked to each other, until they heard the door creak. No one came in, but when Aran squinted at the crack, he could see Heike watching from the hallway. He sighed. "We already got yer boyfriend in here, I ain't complainin'."

Heike shyly drew back. Disco Kid cocked his head. "Come on, we don't bite."

Heike shook his head. "I won't do much good."

Aran cocked an eyebrow. "What are you goin' on about?"

Heike hung his head. "I've never been able to soothe him quite as easily as you do. Sometimes I fear he likes you more than me."

Aran and Narcis burst out laughing. "Ye think I want this dolly boy moltin' on me all the time?! Yer head's banjaxed! 'Ere, take 'em." He shoved Narcis off the bed.

"Doesn't bother me, you're sweaty anyway!" Narcis picked himself up off the floor and fixed his hair.

"Priss!"

"Boar!"

"Gobshite!"

"Meathead!"

"Why don't ye come back up here, I'll give ya a swift kick in the arse!"

Aran simply cackled as Narcis stuck his nose up at him and walked out.