Suite 518/520, Friday night

[demonbelthazor]

Since Phoebe had gone to bed early, Bel hung out in the living room of their suite, idly flipping through the channels on the TV and contemplating his courses from that week. Pop Culture would be useful for understanding some of the phrases and references his classmates made that went over his head. Criminal Justice was interesting so far. It kinda went with the hero thing. He'd survived Hunting 101 and Ethics unscathed, and was now considering adding a fifth class; he'd talk to Phale on Monday about adding Prophecy. Never knew when that kind of knowledge might come in handy, particularly with a prophetic girlfriend.

He was feeling an almost distressing need to impress his teachers, two in particular. He idly contemplated ways to do this as he continued to flip though the channels.

He should probably tell Phoebe his plans for Saturday night at some point, too.

[open if you have need to distract the demon.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not if you're going to be a big frakking tease about it," replied Anders, who, it might be noted, was not exactly trying too hard to get out of the way.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel put his hands on the wall on either side of Anders's shoulders. "Who said I'm a tease?" he said, then brought his mouth down on Anders's.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the back of Anders's mind was the vague notion that he was so, so dead. Not that he was too aware of this due to the sheer amount of flailing.

He was too stunned to do anything but kiss Bel back, instinctively, for a moment before trying to squirm away to the side.

[demonbelthazor]

"Something wrong?" Bel said, watching Anders squirm with amusement.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Phoebe's gonna kill me," Anders groaned. His eyes widened, abruptly. "Holy frak, is that it? You totally set me up to die!"

[demonbelthazor]

"But what a smile you'll have on your face," Bel said, moving in as it for another kiss.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not the way I wanted to go out!" Anders blurted out, trying again to squirm away from Bel.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel lifted his hands from the wall to give Anders room to get away. "So, your room then?" he asked.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders bolted to one side, looking like he couldn't decide whether to glare or pout. "So what? At least I get to die in my own bed? It's not fair to tease a guy like that just to get him killed, you know."

[demonbelthazor]

"That's assuming you survive long enough for Phoebe to find you," Bel said, smirking. "Told you playing with a demon was dangerous. . . ."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Maybe danger turns me on," retorted Anders. Because he hadn't yet learned that he should really run instead of persisting in this bizarre game of chicken.

[demonbelthazor]

"I can shimmer us down to your room," Bel said. "Just say the word."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders decided he couldn't back down from the dare now, no matter how much he was flailing. "Fine then. Do it."

[demonbelthazor]

"Sure you're up for it?" Bel said. "Your will all prepared?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Bring it," Anders said, crossing his arms over his chest.

[demonbelthazor]

"Consider it brought," Bel said, putting his hands on Anders's arms and shimmering them downstairs.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders felt mildly nauseated and dizzy, so it took him a few moments to recognize his own room. "Holy frak," he managed, his voice squeaking a bit. "You were serious?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel looked around the room. "So, bed, floor, or just up against the wall?" he said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had, obviously, not learned to tell when to call a bluff yet. "Floor," he said instantly. "I'd like my bed to stay in one piece."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel grinned. "Works for me. Drop 'em and get down on your hands and knees."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

In this game of Chicken gone too far, Anders's resolve was beginning to break down. "I don't want to die . . ."

[demonbelthazor]

"But what a way to go," Bel said, unbuckling his belt.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Isn't this moving a little too fast?" Anders asked desperately. "Shouldn't we maybe sleep on this and decide again in five or six decades?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sighed. "Tease," he said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders snorted and couldn't resist turning around and wiggling his ass a little. "I was right. You totally wanted this."