The Hyperion, Los Angeles, Early Tueday Morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had a nice big bed in the suite he shared with Phoebe and Anders in the Hyperion, but it probably wasn't big enough to stop him from disturbing the other two with his tossing and turning throughout the night. His skin was itchy for some reason, and why the hell did it smell like chocolate in here?

He was really going to hate Anakin if he ever found out the cause of this.


[For the two whose sleep he's disturbing.]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

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?"

[sensethevisions]

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?"

[demonbelthazor]

"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."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[sensethevisions]

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.

[demonbelthazor]

"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."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"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."

[sensethevisions]

"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.

[demonbelthazor]

"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.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"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.

[sensethevisions]

"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.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel eyed them both. "You're not thinking of spreading peanut butter on me now, are you?"

He...might not complain too much about that, actually.