The Mighty Belthazor

"I'm not sure!" Anders blurted out. "I just know it happens when you . . . happen!"

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"You've lost your mind, haven't you?" Bel said. "You can't blame me if you can't control your damn hormones."

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"You should talk," Anders retorted, glancing over at Phoebe in hopes that she'd help him out here. "Lords know you haven't been able to control yours either. Not that you don't have good reason, but still!"

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"Oh!" Phoebe squeaked. "In the whole floatiing in the air thing yesterday, I kind of forgot." She gave Anders an apologetic look. "Uhm, Cole, that spell I did to bring you back with us? There seems to be a couple of side effects. The biggest one is that when you and I get all into something? Anders feels what you and I feel."

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Bel couldn't have heard that correctly.

"What?" he said.

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"Anders feels what you and I feel and what we are doing..."

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Bel looked from Anders to Phoebe and back again. "No way," he said, but then Anders's weird behavior made sense. "You feel it when we. . . ?"

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"Uh huh," Anders said sullenly. "In detail. And I had a first period class yesterday when you were at it!"

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"Okay, this has to stop now," Bel said, glaring at Anders a little.

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"I can try to rewrite the spell I used."

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"You don't have to tell me that twice," Anders retorted, glaring back at Bel. "It's like being there only not really, and do you have any idea how much it sucks?"

Yeah, like he was letting on that he felt left out.

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"Do you know how creepy it is that you're eavesdropping on my girlfrend and I having sex?" Bel shoot back.

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"I said it sucks!" Anders snapped. "What more do you want me to say? That I'm frakkin' jealous or something?"

. . . oops.

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Phoebe looked at Cole and then looked at Anders. ~~"Threesome?"~~ Then she blushed and found the floor quite fascinating.

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"What do you expect us to do?" Bel growled. "Not have sex until we can fix this?"

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Anders privately thought that would be a good idea, but he spread his hands in the air helplessly. "Do you really want me in your head while you're at it?"

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That would be Phoebe's mind hurriedly trying to come up with a re-worked spell.

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Bel glared at Anders again. And then, because he couldn't resist and wanted to see if Anders was just making this up out of spite, he casually slipped one hand under the sheet and gave Anders something to feel.

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He got quite the spectacular answer when Anders's eyes widened, his face flushed bright red, and he all but doubled over with his hands over his own . . . corresponding area. "Motherfrakking hell, Bel!"

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Phoebe thwapped Cole and her eyes were stern. "Stop picking on him, Cole."

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"I just wanted to make sure he wasn't faking it," Bel said sulkily, but he relented.

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Anders rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, it's all just an act to cover up the fact that I just really like taking four cold showers a day."

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