The Mighty Belthazor

"Yeah, well, he's freaking out 'cause he literally can't get out of bed," remarked Anders, who was returning with a couple of containers of reheated Chinese food and some plates. "Don't look at me, he's the one who wished it."

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Phoebe raised an eyebrow at Cole. "You would think that being in Fandom for two years would make you very careful of making wishes like that."

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"I didn't mean to!" Cole said, pausing in his flailing to take a plate from Anders. "I just said I wished I could stay in bed forever and now I'm stuck here!"

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Seriously, the flailing never got less cute.

Anders sat back down and handed a plate to Phoebe. "Like I told him, at least it means we have an excuse to spend some quality time together . . . not that we need an excuse."

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Phoebe's eyes lit up. "So... this means we get to make very good use of his captivity?" The look in her eyes? She had to have gotten from Cole.

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"I can't stay in bed forever," Bel protested. "I need to eat and shower and . . . stuff." He scowled at the air. "I wish I could get out of bed," he said, then tested the wish. Nope, still not going anywhere.

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"No, but I sure as hell won't argue about you staying here for a while longer," Anders replied. "Not like I have any workshops tomorrow."

He snickered at Bel's failed attempt. "I mean, it could be a lot worse."

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Phoebe smiled and leaned over to nip lightly at Cole's neck.

"I think I really like having you right here with us for awhile, love."

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"Does that mean I'm your prisoner?" Cole said, starting to grin despite himself.

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"Phoebe?" asked Anders, a sly look spreading across his own face. "Where are the handcuffs again?"

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"Beneath the mattress," she said with a grin, rolling over on top of Cole, and smiling down at him.

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"Wait a second," Bel said warily. "You're not gonna use those on me. . . ."

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Anders favored him with the trademark Tousle-Headed Puppydog Look. "Well . . . you did say you were our prisoner . . ."

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"And you like using those on us..." Phoebe grinned and then leaned down to kiss him...hard.

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"But . . . but. . . ." Bel said, then Phoebe cut him off with her kiss. Okay, yes, he had control issues, but then again, maybe it might be fun to try it once. . . .

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"And it's us," Phoebe whispered, before kissing him again.

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"Be gentle with me?" Cole said, only half-kidding. He was a little nervous he might freak out, but it was Phoebe and Anders after all, not an enemy, and he trusted them.

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Phoebe looked down into his eyes. "You know I would never hurt you or let anyone else hurt you."

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"I know," Cole said. "I trust you two. You're two of the few people I do."

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"You have no idea how much that means," murmured Anders, abandoning his food and stretching out beside Bel to lick his neck. "Or how much of a turnon it is."

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Phoebe had her hand on the cuffs and looked at Cole in question. She wasn't about to put them on him unless he was really sure he wanted to try.

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Cole nodded at Phoebe. However, he still had a plate in his hands that someone really should take because he seemed to be incapable of getting out of bed and setting it down himself.

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Anders laughed and took the plate away from him, setting it down on the bedside table before lying down beside Bel again.

He looked up at Phoebe with a meaningful and slightly devilish smile and trailed his fingers down her arm before he went back to nipping and nuzzling lightly at Bel's neck.

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Phoebe smiled at Anders and then leaned down and kissed Cole as she fastened the cuffs into place.

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