The Mighty Belthazor

Since Phoebe didn't have to get up for class for a few more hours yet, this was definitely disturbing her sleep.

She gently poked at him. "Cole? What's wrong?"

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"It itches," he whined, scratching at his arm.

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Phoebe sat up to turn on a light. "What itches, sweetheart?"

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"I do," Bel said grumpily. "All over." His arm was red where he'd been scratching it, but with the light on there were faint brown spots visible as well.

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Phoebe blinked when she saw the spots and the welts where Cole had been scratching. "Sweetheart, I thought demons didn't have allergies?"

If he'd let her crawl over him to get out of the bed, she knew where she had some calamine that would make the itching ease up.

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Anders finally let the talking filter through his sleepy haze; he was used to tuning it out by now, as he'd learned to be just by virtue of sharing a bed with two people for so long. Cracking one eye open, he peered over and mumbled a very eloquent (well, it was, for being awake all of two seconds) "Dude, gross. What the frak is that?"

Sniff. Sniiiiiiff. Hang on.

"You smell like chocolate."

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Phoebe paused in her crawling over Cole when she heard Anders' observation. She leaned down to sniff his neck and then sat back up.

"He's right. Cole, why do you smell like chocolate?"

Look, having a boyfriend that smells like chocolate could possibly be on this witch's list of favorite things.

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"I don't smell like chocolate!" Bel said. He'd showered like three times before returning to LA. "And I'm not allergic to anything." He scratched at his neck.

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Anders rolled onto his side and leaned over to sniff again, only in his mostly-asleep state it translated into a graceless slump that ended with his face half-buried in Bel's shoulder. "Dude, you do. Not allergic, my ass, you keep frakking scratching."

You'd think he ought to be, oh, moving away in light of that. But pssht, that was logic for the awake.

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Phoebe leaned down to sniff his neck again. "Sweetheart, you do smell like chocolate," Phoebe said with as much calmness as she could manage this early in the morning. Then she frowned. "Since when did you become allergic to chocolate?"

That was a fate worse than death as far as she was concerned.

[[OOC: Sorry for using the same icon over and over. Responding through e-mail due to work stuffs.]]

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"I'm not allergic to chocolate!" Bel insisted, scratching furiously. Then he glared in the approximate direction of east. "This is Anakin's fault, somehow. I'm going to kill him."

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Anders did inch away, almost literally. He was too lazy to move terribly far just yet, and anyway, chocolate smelled good, ergo Bel smelled good, ergo the inching was a purely token gesture.

"Sure it is," he mumbled, yawning. "What's your problem with him anyway?"

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Phoebe blew out a breath against his neck and then sat up. "Anakin isn't a witch or a warlock, Cole," she said patiently. "He can't lay curses on you." She looked at Anders and then back down at Cole. "Yeah, what is it with you two? You're awesome and Anakin isn't a bad guy, so why do you guys fight so much?"

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"He's a jackass and he threw chocolate on me with that Force crap," Bel said. The scratching was just making the chocolate smell worse. Or better, depending on your point of view. "He probably put something in it."

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"Because he wanted to share your misery," Anders said, awake enough now to put a touch of sarcasm into it. "Wasn't he getting dunked in the stuff too? Heyyyyyyy. Do you taste like chocolate?"

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Phoebe leaned down to nuzzle her soul mate's neck -- and maybe lick it, too -- leaving Anders to get the answers they were both looking for.

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"I dunked his sorry ass even though he was totally cheating," Bel said, all growly with satisfaction. Then he was totally distracted by the licking. "What are you -- oooh, that feels nice."

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"Someday we oughta just make you two fight it out once and for all," Anders observed lazily, going for a half-asleep taste test of his own. "If you haven't turned into chocolate by then."

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"You taste just like you, just now with added chocolatey goodness." Anakin had possibly unknowingly did Cole a favor if he was the one responsible as Phoebe continued nuzzling and licking. "Anders is right. You and Anakin should just finally fight it out. No powers, just strength..."

And shirtless, but she knew better than to say that out loud.

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"I would totally kick his ass," Bel said, very pleased to imagine it. "Can I shave his head, too? Because that would be fun. Wait -- I'm not turning into chocolate, am I?" That would be a sudden demon panic.

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"Don't think so." Anders sat up halfway and, thinking he'd done enough encouraging of a feud he'd never understood in the first place, poked experimentally at Bel's shoulder. "You don't feel like you're turning into chocolate."

At least it was still winter? It'd be a little while yet before they had to worry about him melting if he did.

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"You're not turning into chocolate," Phoebe assured him. "You just smell really, really... well you always smell tasty but now it's like you dipped in chocolate."

So helpful, Phoebe, really.

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