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]

"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."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel moved quickly foward and clamped his hand on Anders's ass. "Don't shake it unless you want me to break it," he said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders was glad -- sort of -- that he was facing away from Bel, given the doomed expression on his face. "Now who's being a tease?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I told you I wasn't teasing," Bel said. "And if you're not, drop 'em. Or are you just waiting for me to rip your clothes off, is that it?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You keep saying it," Anders snapped, "but you keep not doing it. So either do it or get the frak out of my room."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel shrugged, stepped forward, hooked his hands in Anders's shirt, and pulled.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, frak me," Anders yelped, "what the hell are you doing?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Isn't 'frak you' exactly what you wanted?" Bel said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"What? No! You're the one who kissed me!" Anders blurted out, squirming a bit to try and get away.

Or possibly closer.

Hard to tell, really.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel stepped back and grinned. "I knew you were full of it."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not yet, I'm not," Anders muttered, then slapped his hand over his mouth.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel made a circle with his finger, telling Anders to turn around in that case.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Are you crazy? Are you absolutely frakking insane? We're both going to die for this!" exclaimed Anders, hoping it wasn't too late for some modicum of survival instinct to kick in.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sighed dramatically. "Well, if you're going to be such a girl about it. . . ."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders glared and put a protective hand over his ass. "I am so not going to be your bitch. Sorry to crush your dreams, or something."