demonbelthazor | Homecoming

((ooc: oh come on! That's hot...in a Miami Vice kind of way))

((OOC: Oh... poor angsty emodemon. *petpet*))

Angelus knocked on Bel's door, having time before he went to pick up Lisa. He was already dressed for Homecoming

"Don't pretend you're not in," he said through the door. "I can hear you making those frown lines on your forehead."

"I'm here, I'm here," Belthazor grumbled, opening the door. "Still not sure just what I'm going to do there other than lurk in a corner."

"Johnny's got some fun planned," Angelus said as he walked through the door. "It should fail to be boring for that alone. You're not wearing that outfit."

Belthazor looked down at himself. "Since when have you been taking fashion class? What's wrong with it?"

"I don't need to take a class that I have a doctorate in," Angelus opened up Bel's closet and began flicking through the clothes he found inside. "And you've been moping in it, that's what's wrong. Moping carries. I find that unacceptable."

"I'm done moping, really," Belthazor said. "Really. Got it all out of my system."

"Try that on somebody who doesn't have to timeshare with the brooding wonder," Angelus told him. He pulled a black shirt out of the closet, rubbing the fabric between his thumb and index finger to test the feel of it. "Not that I ever like to brag about soul boy but he mastered a funk for a century that only stopped when he fucked a cheerleader and I came back on the scene. Speaking of which, when was the last time you had any?"

"Ummm...a week or so ago," he admitted. "Been busy with the debates and stuff. Not much time for other extracurricular activities."

"Uh-huh," Angelus said, as though that confirmed something. He dismissed the shirt he was holding and sought out another. The second one was just as black, but he gave it an approving nod when he tested the fabric. "Wear that one. You need to kill."

Belthazor pulled his shirt over his head ~~revealing his rippling muscles and firm abs~~, tossed it on the bed, and took the shirt Angelus held out to him. "Yeah," he said, as he put the new shirt on. "I could use a little violence and mayhem. Don't want this place to make me soft."

"You've got that malaise," Angelus said ~~eyes lingering over Bel's muscles so that he could accurately sketch them later~~. "I can tell. It's the kind of thing only blood can cure. Though I imagine in your case you won't be drinking it."

"Drinking it isn't too bad," Belthazor said absently. "But it doesn't do for me what it does for you. Spilling it, on the other hand, now that's fun."

"That's my boy," Angelus gave Bel a hearty slap on the back. "We should go. This weekend. Get your mind back in the game. "

"Sounds like a plan to me," Belthazor said with a grin. "Now what's this that Johnny's got planned, and where do we get a good seat?"

"Didn't get all the details. I prefer never to ruin another man's artwork. Here put these on - " Angelus handed him a pair of black pants "I know it's Homecoming, I know it involves that pet chemistry project of his, and I know it involves Callisto ~~who I was so not making out with on the Myth & Magic Field Trip, no matter how much it might have looked like that~~."

Belthazor nodded. "Oh, right, that, I should've know that." He changed into the pants Angelus had picked out. ~~Where was that porn music coming from?~~ "Callisto's in on it with him? She's an interesting one."

"No she isn't," Angelus said, perhaps too quickly. "I mean - whatever. Annoying. But hey, if she's helping Johnny." He tried, and perhaps did not stick the dismount on, a non-chalant shrug.

Belthazor peered at Angelus. Seizing on something to deflect from conversation wandering back to his angst, he asked, "Something you're not telling me?"

"I will go to my second grave swearing it was a spell."

Belthazor snickered. "What happened? C'mon, spill."

"Okay," Angelus pulled away from the closet, his body becoming more animated as he spoke. "We're on the trip, I decide to be a nice guy and buddy with her. Especially since it's a better choice than some of the other losers in that classroom. Also? Prefer her over Anya for the Student Council thing. So I have the best of intentions here which is clearly where I went wrong. I should stick to evil. I'm so much better at it."

"Trip? Oh, the Myth and Magic thing? Yeah, I missed that," Belthazor said. "So what did she do, try to jump you or something?"

"'Try' nothing," Angelus rolled his eyes. "She tripped some..." he gestured helplessly "thing. Then we're stuck down in some hole that's too deep for me to jump out of. And then - " belatedly, Angelus blinked, realizing something. He looked at Bel. "You didn't hear about what happened?"

"I somehow missed this," Belthazor said, grinning more than he probably should be at Angelus' discomfort. "So then what happened?"

"I have this innate sense I've missed the train on being able to end this story with the words 'absolutely nothing'."

"That train left the station long ago. C'mon, what happened?"

Angelus rolled his eyes heavenward. He wasn't sure why, really, as that'd never helped him before. "There might - and boy have you earned credit with me to even be hearing this - might have been lips."

"Mmm hmm," Belthazor said, suppressing a laugh. "Was there by chance tongue as well?"

Angelus covered his face with his hand. "I hate you. I hate her. I hate everyone. New plan for the weekend: I'm destroying the world again."

"It couldn't have been that bad," Belthazor said. "I mean, she's kinda hot, in a psycho bitch sort of way."

"No," Angelus dropped his hand, making a sharp gesture of finality. "No she is not. She is annoying, strident, obnoxious, a pain in the ass, no good, annoying - "

Now he couldn't help but laugh. "You totally sound like you're in love with her."

"I do not fall in love with people," Angelus gave him the look of horror that was normally reserved for those who suggested that he got his clothing off the rack. "I'm beyond that. I spent one hundred and fifty years with a woman who could torment entire villages with a bat of her eye, who could destroy nations if she felt like it, and who could bring any, male or female, to their knees and if anyone thought she and I were in love we would have laughed in their faces. Did, in fact, for those we allowed to keep the face.

"So to think that I would ever feel such a thing for anyone, let alone an annoying little tart like Callisto with her talk of fighting and weapons and armies and revenge - " Angelus laughed, shaking his head. "You're insane."

"You're awfully defensive about it," Belthazor teased. "You know what they say about protesting too much."

"I don't do love!" Angelus insisted. "I can't. I'm physically incapable of it. I've passed tests on that and everything. Angel falls in love. He goes all puppy over girls who would never give him the time of day if not for the tortured soul Anne Rice crap he can feed them, then he angsts about it, fucks them, and ultimately gets sent into hell for crimes I committed. Which," Angelus inclined his head, "okay, let's admit: funny. But that's him. Not me. Soul - " Angelus mimed someone standing next to him, then pointed to himself "No soul. Lame. Not lame. In love. Not in love."

He immediately frowned, realizing what the last denial sounded like. "Not that he'd be in love with her either. Or I am. God, why can't I end the world this weekend?"

Suddenly not liking the direction the conversation was going -- it was touching a little to close to home -- Belthazor laughed a little nervously. "You're right. No soul, no love." He paused, then added, "Maybe it's just lust then."

"See that I can relate to," Angelus leaned against Bel's desk. "Wouldn't be the first time my dick made choices my brain couldn't comprehend."

"And that leads only to trouble," Belthazor said. "Callisto all hot and bothered for you now or is she trying to pretend it didn't happen, too?"

"I am not - oh go to Hell," Angelus said before Bel could even get the next smirk on. "No idea. Haven't seen her. Well, saw her at the thing last night but it wasn't exactly the ideal time for me to ask what was up with seducing me. Especially not when she's on stage. Have I mentioned that if you breathe a word of this to anybody I'll make sure the last words you ever say will be muffled by your own liver?"

"Not a word," Belthazor said solemnly. "Your secret is safe with me.~~Until I need to blackmail you or something.~~"

"~~See? Evil. I can respect that.~~ Good," Angelus nodded in affirmation. His eyebrows beetled together. "Are we supposed to pinky swear now or something?"

"What, my word isn't good enough?" Belthazor said in mock outrage. He idly wondered if he could extort anything out of Callisto with this information.

"~~You might get jealous and start telling the world~~ No, I'm pretty confident in the liver thing," Angelus said. "I just didn't know if it was a thing. I don't usually have these kinds of conversations, well, ever."

"~~You better believe I will if you ever leave me.~~ Then I'm honored to be your first," Belthazor said with a smirk, slapping Angelus on the back. "Now why don't we head over to this dance and wait for Jonathan's wacky hijinx?"

"~~I'd never leave you, pookie!~~ Sounds like a plan," Angelus said. "I'll get my date and meet you there."

(ooc: HappyOTPsigh)

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