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Andrew had stayed up until 6AM researching full-proof methods to summoning Zozo. Warren had mentioned summoning him against the slayer the other night after they hooked up, so Andrew went straight to work. He got two hours of sleep and feels half-dead, but he did it; he found a way to summon the demon and send it after a target. 

Though he really hates the idea of Zozo sexually harassing Buffy. It was not fun when it was done to him. He chooses a method that won’t have him around for it, out of sight out of mind. Plus he chose a method that has the demon unable to touch, therefore, assuming this demon would assault as well as harass, could not physically harm her. 

Andrew will choose not to tell Warren that touch capability was optional. That pesky itchy feeling on the back of his neck is back as it always appears during times like these. He pushes it away with thoughts of being warm against Warren. He’ll hopefully be so happy about this and Andrew will get a ripe reward. Andrew wonders if Warren ever gets the itchy feeling, he never acts like he does.

Andrew’s throat is still sore from the other night. When he asked for a face-fucking, he didn’t anticipate the roughness. It was not unwelcome once he got going, but it was unexpected. The hair yanking was unwelcome however, and Andrew’s scalp was sore where Warren had pulled. But none of this weighed too heavily on his mind. He’d do it all again. 

Warren touching him had long seemed a fantastical thing that it had actually happened felt surreal. He still has the voice in the back of his head saying he’s being played, there’s no way he could actually be into someone like him, but no way could Warren fake the reactions he gave. 

Andrew is in the trio’s layer, he sits on the sofa with Jonathan’s foot in his lap—painting his toenails black. He saw it in Wired magazine. He awaits Warren’s return home, and it will mark the first time seeing him since their sexual encounter. He has good news so he remains in high spirits. 

“You have really clean feet,” Andrew says as he swipes the black color over Jonathan’s pinky.

“Thanks,” Jonathan replies. “I always make sure to scrub like my mom told me and not just let the water run down them in the shower.”

“It really shows.” He starts on the big toe on the opposite foot “Because you know, I was skeptical being this close to a man’s feet, but well.”

Andrew hears footsteps and has to suppress a smile. 

“Your feet were very clean too, but that I expected.” Jonathan also painted Andrew’s toenails black. 

“Aw, so sweet.”

Too sweet. He tries to think of insult other than calling him gay but comes up empty. Warren is approaching. 

Warren comes down the stairs eating an apple. He snickers. “Really? Painting his toenails?”

“It’s black, not gay,” Jonathan says.

“It’s goth,” Andrew quickly adds.

“I didn’t say it was gay,” Warren says, taking another bite of the granny smith. “You put that idea out there. It’s just that it’s not what supervillains should spend their time doing.”

“There’s female villains,” Andrew says. “Like Poison Ivy.” He considers adding a line about how attractive she is. He had before and had actually believed it, but with one less person to fool it doesn’t seem worth it.

“Oh my god,” Warren begins, “I totally wish one of you—both of you—were Poison Ivy.”

Andrew is besieged by a pang of jealousy. Okay, he’s not going to act differently around him now. Why would he?

“Hey you think she’s green everywhere, like everywhere?”

Andrew doesn’t see why he has to speak of attractive women that way, Andrew wouldn’t speak of attractive men that way. 

“Warren,” Andrew begins, putting the nail color back in its jar, “I have news.” He forces a happy face back on and stands up.

“Hey, are you gonna finish?” Jonathan asks.

Andrew quickly looks over his shoulder as he approaches Warren. “Yeah, sure.”

“Better be good news,” Warren says, nearing the end of the apple.

“It is. So I stayed up till 6AM researching, all by myself—” He smiles. “—the demon Zozo. Zozo, he’s much more than just a Ouija board demon, oh yes. He’s also a sex maniac.” He takes a deep breath, the itch is back. And he briefly forgets what he’s saying as the exhaustion cooks his brain. “And last night I found a way to summon him and keep him under control and send him after a target. Buffy won’t know what hit her. Or—not because he won’t be corporeal. But it should still rattle her. It’s more psychological warfare but it’s a very important kind. In Sun Tzu's The Art of War, he says—”

Warren slaps Andrew lightly on the shoulder. “Good work, man. We will see about doing that.” He walks past him and sits on the sofa beside Jonathan who is finishing his own toenails.

Andrew’s heart sinks. All night for that. Warren seemed very enthusiastic about Zozo the last time they spoke. Why so blasé about him now? Andrew wants that appreciation, that warmth from him again. He needs it. So he figures he will just have to deep throat him again. He didn’t want to do it again the next time but Warren was very pleased with it last time. His throat aches thinking about it.

“You didn’t read The Art of War,” Jonathan says, pouting and finishing his pinky toe.

He didn’t.

Andrew huffs and turns around. “I read it in Tahiti with your mother.”

“Yeah, so did I,” Warren says, taking the last possible bite from the apple. He holds the stem between his fingers and twirls it.

“Like you two could double team my mom,” Jonathan says. “She’s way outta your league.”

“She calls me daddy now.”

Andrew feigns a smile but internally grimaces at that word being used in a sexual manner. He thinks some things should remain sacred. He sincerely hopes Warren doesn’t have that kink. “Guys, so like... when should we do this?”

“Whenever’s fine,” Warren says, depositing the apple in the trash. “This week, next week, we’ll see. If we do it.”

Jonathan frowns. “So when you say sex maniac do you mean like... Quagmire or what?”

“Yes, Jonathan, we’re siccing the Family Guy demon on her.”

“Asswipe.”

“Yes, exactly,” Andrew says. “He asked me if my dick was big, so...”

Warren snickers. Andrew doesn’t know why he thinks that’s so funny.

“I don’t know, are you sure the demon isn’t gay?” Jonathan asks.

“There’s nothing about that. It just says he’s into sex magick.”

Jonathan shakes his head slowly. “Shouldn’t we lay off the... the you know.”

Sex crimes against innocent women.

Andrew scratches the back of his neck.

Jonathan continues, “That kinda thing after...”

“After what?” Warren asks, his tone growing darker.

“Like after last time,” Jonathan finishes.

“It’s non-corporeal, there’s no real risk,” Warren says.

Andrew makes his way over and sits down. He stares at his painted toenails as Warren and Jonathan debate. 

I can’t pull off goth.

Neither can Jonathan. Warren possibly could.

Because he’s pure evil.

Andrew shakes the thought from his head. Those happen from time to time, intrusive thoughts. They’re not true. He doesn’t know why he gets them. He just wants Warren to be warm against him again. It makes everything worthwhile. 

Andrew knows he isn’t delusional, that Warren’s not the most charming of men. But he’s driven and decisive and he just... wants him. Andrew can’t help himself he can’t explain it and has wanted him so badly ever since they first met. He wants Warren to kiss him and call him kitten again. It’s one the most amazing things Andrew’s ever experienced—like being wrapped in the stars.

“No, it goes brunettes, redheads, blondes,” Warren says. 

Andrew wonders when they got off the sex crimes against innocent women discussion. 

“Why are you so into women with your own hair color, man,” Jonathan says. “I love blondes because they’re different.”

Andrew’s shoulders collapse. “I love redheads. Like Poison Ivy, Skully. Redheads, blondes, brunettes.” He gestures with his finger like he’s going down a list.

“Blonde women are like, stupid though,” Warren says. 

He’s talking about women. Andrew reminds himself he is not talking about him, blond men. Yet his stomach is still tied in a knot. From earlier? It feels new.

“That’s a stereotype,” Jonathan says. 

“No way. The bottle blondes, absolute retards.”

“You’re right,” Andrew says. He disagrees in actuality. “It’s the shallowness of the reason they resort to bleaching their hair, leads to retardation.”

Warren points to Andrew. “See, he gets it.”

It’s small, but the look in Warren’s eye, the solidarity, the understanding, makes Andrew tingle. 

They chill with a video game for a while, Grand Theft Auto III, Warren’s favorite. It’s a bit vulgar and gritty for Andrew’s taste though, he more prefers the Final Fantasy series. 

Andrew wants to get Jonathan away so he has Warren alone. He asks Jonathan for a rare ingredient for the Zozo spell. Jonathan protests, says they’re not doing it until next week or so, but Andrew insists. Warren steps in and agrees. 

“God, I’m always your errand boy,” Jonathan says, headed towards the stairs.

“If only we lived in a magical world where you were famous and good at everything and you wouldn’t be,” Warren says.

Jonathan sighs and shakes his head. “I should never have told you about that.”

Andrew could see himself casting such a spell, to be honest. Andrew Wells, the most powerful and feared supervillain of Sunnydale. It has a great ring to it.

Jonathan reluctantly leaves.

They sit alone in the basement. 

“Thought he’d never leave,” Warren says.

“I know.”

Warren moves beside Andrew, turning to him. He doesn’t waste time to kiss him, which has Andrew melting. 

“Hi,” Warren says when they part.

Andrew beams. “Hi.”

But his throat quivers in fear.

“I have an idea,” Warren says. “So you don’t need to deep throat me again.”

Yes!

“Yeah?”
 
“Spanking.”

“Okay. Just not too hard.”

It’s not something that doesn’t appeal to Andrew, he’s watched it in porn videos quite a few times, but Warren jumped straight to sex right away. 

“No, of course not.” He smiles slyly and runs a hand up Andrew’s leg and to his groin.

“Do we have to do this right away?” Andrew asks.

Warren chuckles. “You’re such a—nevermind.”

“No, what?”

A girl?

“It’s nothing.”

Andrew wants to push, but it might create a conflict which he wants to avoid. He decides to let it go.

“We can just make out a while,” Warren says.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

Warren kisses him, his hand stays on his knee and doesn’t move up. His other hand is on Andrew’s shoulder. They kiss a while and Andrew feels like he’s floating. Warren is really good at kissing, Andrew doubts his skills.

Warren pulls away. He rubs the fabric of Andrew’s orange-brown short-sleeve hoodie shirt. “Is this new?”

“Oh, yeah. Something different, you know. Change my look.”

“I’m trying to be gay and comment on your clothes. I really don’t care.”

Andrew laughs. “Well, I care about clothes.”

“Good for you, sparky.” He kisses him again and at this point Andrew finds himself wanting more. 

He’s a tiny bit hard already, he can’t help it as much as he wanted to stall the sexual contact. 

Andrew kisses across Warren's neck and trails his hand down his chest. It then lingers over his groin before massaging it. Warren hums against his lips. 

“We should take off our clothes this time,” Andrew says, going for the fly to his pants.

“Not our shirts.”

He looks up. “Why?” 

“Cold basement.”

“I don’t get cold down here though.”

“Heat's been turned down.”

“But...” 

“Trust me, it’s better this way. Will definitely take off my pants and underwear though.” He goes for the fly to his own pants. 

Andrew stands and slowly removes his bottoms, it’s not as fun as he had hoped. As he had hoped they could get totally naked. 

They remove their bottoms.

Andrew goes to kiss him again when Warren says, “Get on the floor, babe.”

Warren is nothing if not unceremonious.

“No, wait,” Warren says. “I wanna spank you and I have to reach. Get on your hands and knees on the couch.” He moves up on it and sits on his knees.

“Okay.”

Andrew gets on his knees on the sofa in front of him. Warren pushes his head towards his dick and he takes the tip into his mouth. Andrew vaguely thinks about STDs—again. He also did the first time. But Warren only had one real partner, he thinks at least, so the chance of him having any are slim, right? Besides, it’s too late now anyways and he worries asking him about it would offend him.

“Oh, yeah,” Warren says, smile on his voice. He leans over and slaps Andrew lightly on his backside. It shoots a little thrill through him.

Warren slaps him again, and again, each time harder than the last. Andrew approaches his pain limit but still enjoys it. It makes him feel sexy, wanted. Then Warren hits him with a strike that’s wholly too hard. His ass stings.

Andrew pops off. “That’s too hard.”

“Sorry.”

Andrew goes back to work. Warren strikes him again a few times. It’s at his preferred level. Then he spanks him again, it’s too hard. 

Andrew pops off again. “That’s too hard again.”

“Alright.”

Andrew goes back to work once more. Warren slaps him, it’s better—at the level he wants. He slaps him again. The same. Again. A little harder. Once more. Too hard once again.

Andrew lightly grazes his teeth on Warren’s dick.

Warren pushes against his shoulders. “Agh, stop!”

Andrew removes himself. “You keep doing it too hard.”

“Damnit, Andrew. You're lucky I don't fucking slap the shit out of you."

Andrew frowns and his knees weaken. Fear strikes his heart for a moment. He hates to displease him more than anything and the thought of Warren hitting him makes him want to cry.

"Look, I’m sorry," Warren says. "Just—don’t do that again, okay?”

“Okay. I'm so sorry.”

Andrew has a feeling he might actually stop now, but he regrets doing what he did. He doesn't want to make Warren hate him. He feels he should've just endured the pain, it wouldn't be lasting long anyways. 

He starts sucking him off again and the spanking stays at his preferred level. That paired with Warren’s labored breathing is quite nice. He's able to divert his attention from Warren's snapping at him. The mild pain makes the nerves all over his body come alive. That and he feels he deserves to feel such pain for what he did.

Last time, Warren made the majority of noise before he was about come. Andrew thinks it will be the same this time, though he wishes he’d make more noise in the meantime. It’s what turns him on most of all. 

Warren grabs his hair rougher—but not too rough, the teeth trick really works. “Oh god, oh fuck.” He gyrates his hips forward and Andrew’s loins are flooded with fresh blood. He moans around his cock. His mouth fills with cum and Andrew never cared much for his own when he sampled it but loves Warren’s. It’s evidence he did a good job. He swallows it down. Warren gives one final smack to his ass. Andrew idly rubs his own cock for some kind of relief. 

He removes himself and peers up. “Was that good?” 

Warren laughs breathlessly. “Yeah, it was good. You don’t have to ask every time. If it wasn’t, I’d tell you.”

Andrew smiles. “Good.” And he knows it’s the truth because Warren is not in the business of sparing feelings.

He puts his thumb under his chin. “So cute. And you swallow without being asked. Good boy.”

Oh, ‘good boy.’ He likes that.

"You can call me good boy all you want. And spanking's fun."

"Isn't it though?" He looks down. “Sorry, you seem eager. Stand up.” Andrew lets go of his cock and stands up, his smile grows. “Turn around, sit on my lap.”

He proceeds to sit across his thighs facing the side. “Am I not too heavy?”

“No, you’re smaller than me.”

“Not by that much.”

Andrew likes how tall Jonathan makes him feel. 

“Can I touch under your shirt?” Andrew asks.

“Sure, babe. Briefly.”

He doesn’t understand what his hang-up is.

He slides his hands under his shirt, his chest is coated in a generous layer of hair which Andrew finds very sexy. He wants to lick him. He’s dying to see him without his shirt but can’t see much where his shirt lifts up. His body heat is sharp and radiates through his hands and wrists. He wants it to engulf his whole body. He hums longingly to himself. 

Warren grips Andrew’s wrists. Andrew fights a frown and reluctantly removes his hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” Andrew says, stroking Warren’s hair. He thinks he loves his nose the most.

“You’re sweet,” Warren says as he starts pumping Andrew’s dick. “I’m sorry for hitting you too hard and cursing at you. It’s hard not to get carried away with you.” He kisses his shoulder.

The pressure on his dick and nips to his neck make him forget the issue with his shirt, and the spanking, and why he would ever protest anything Warren ever did. “No, no, it’s okay. I get it.” Plus if he really can’t control himself with him then he marks that as a win.

He was never pegged as someone desirable so to actually be that makes him feel sparkly inside. 

"Will you forgive me?"

"God, yes. That feels so good."

“You’re so gorgeous, baby,” Warren coos against his ear. Andrew feels himself melt like butter against him.

Andrew curls up in Warren’s lap. He wishes there weren’t shirts between them, but the heat from their bare legs intertwining makes him start sweating—good sweating. He normally hates sweating but this kind is more than welcome.

He didn’t think a hand could feel so good but once moving Warren’s rough hand feels like velvet. And the way his tongue tickles his neck has his toes curling. 

“Oh god, Warren,” Andrew gasps.

“Yeah, say my name, sweetheart.”

Andrew wishes Warren would say his name during the act, but he hasn’t so far. 

He repeats his name again and again as he grows near. Andrew fists his hand in Warren’s shirt hard enough to leave creases in the fabric. Andrew comes with force, whimpering. Warren does better catching his cum this time. It’s like last time he had no experience in doing so. Andrew catches his breath and curls further against Warren. He feels slick sweat where his and Warren’s bare legs touch. Warren cleans his hand with a paper towel. Warren embraces him, and Andrew wants to cocoon himself in his arms forever. 

“You ever think about bottoming?” Warren asks, idly scratching Andrew’s back.

Andrew fights his eyes from going wide. “That’s—” A lot. “Yeah, sure.”

“I mean you can start slow you know, like on yourself if you haven’t already.”

“I haven’t. I just don’t know if I’m ready to...” He lets himself gulp. He would truly be a fag then. “You ever think about it?” He assumes the answer. 

“Not interested. Get off.” He gently pushes at him. 

Andrew was hoping to stay like that longer, but he obliges. The cool air chills the sweat on his legs.

"Try fingering yourself," Warren says.

"O—okay." Andrew just stands there. "You have a whole pleasure center in your ass, you know. You’re not at all curious?”

Warren finds his underwear and slides them on. “I’m fine with the pleasure center I have.”  

He thinks it’s not fair, the limits he’s imposed. Not because he’s not allowed to have limits but because he doesn’t even offer any compromises, like licking Andrew’s dick instead of sucking it. Andrew is dying for something warm, wet, and soft around his cock. It feels so unfair Warren gets it all. Warren’s reactions to his blowjobs—especially the deep throating—lead him to believe they really are as great as they sound, and as they look in porn. 

He’s getting closer to ordering a fleshlight every day, if he could ever work up the nerve to. 

“Do I still count as a virgin?” Andrew asks, putting his pants and underwear back on. He’s pondered this ever since the first encounter.

Warren zips his fly and settles back on the couch. “I have no idea the rules for gay shit, man.”

Andrew inches closer to him. He rests his head on Warren’s shoulder. “You know, I had a kiss before you. In fourth grade.”

“Yeah?”

“A girl was in a playhouse with me and we were talking then she suddenly kisses me. I hated it. I never wanted to kiss another girl again. Thankfully no more were ever into me.”

He tried to force the want though, it never came. Though not having any women interested in him throughout high school was a self esteem killer. Does he really come across as that nerdy and gay? That’s gotta be the reason, right?

“So she kissed you without your consent.”

Andrew thinks back on Warren kissing him as he told him to stop.

“Yeah. Not fun.”

“And hey look, when I say you’re like a girl, I mean you’re soft and sweet and gentle. Girls are great, right? It’s a good thing.”

Andrew thinks Warren may have some issues regarding women so he can’t believe it’s a good thing. Does Warren need to view himself as the man of this relationship or something? It’s archaic. 

He lifts his head from Warren’s shoulder. “But it’s not what I am.”

Warren laughs. “It is. You’re not that in the closet. Everyone can tell, man. Whose idea was it to paint your toenails?”

Andrew glances down. “Mine.”

“Yeah.” 

Andrew frowns. “Well, I don’t wanna be a girl. I like being a man.”

“Yeah, you’re a feminine man. That’s awesome.”

“Yeah, well sometimes I just wanna be considered a man like any other.”

“Of course. If you weren’t a man what we do wouldn’t be sending us to hell.”

Andrew breathes a laugh. “Love that validation. I need a straight female best friend now.”

“Katrina in another life. She always seemed to love effeminate gay men, like she liked them more than me.”

Andrew chuckles, but it’s strained. “That’s... I don’t get why.”

“You’re non-threatening. She thinks you wouldn’t rape her or anything.”

Andrew feels a chill. He forces another smile. 

“Would you have gone through with it, if she hadn’t woken up and I’d shared her?”

Andrew does his best to never think of this and doesn’t know why Warren is asking. The chill intensifies.

“No, she’s a woman and she was your girlfriend, it’d be weird.”

And rape is wrong.

“But you’re trying to prove you’re straight, right? You’d really not?”

“I don’t—I’m not in the closet anyway, like you said.”

“Would be funny though, she loves gay men so much she gets fucked by one.”

Andrew feels acutely queasy. He wants Warren to go back to caressing him and calling him baby.

“I don’t wanna talk about this,” Andrew says, crossing his arms.

Warren raises a hand. “Sorry, sorry. Got a little too cable TV.”

Andrew leans down. “Will you pet my hair?” He rests his head in Warren’s lap.

“Sure, baby,” he says and begins petting Andrew’s hair. Pleasurable shivers replace the queasiness. 

Andrew thinks he loves Warren. And with that comes swallowing the bile and letting his tender hand run through his hair.

“I call you kitten for a reason,” Warren says, brushing a lock of hair behind Andrew’s ear.

Andrew shuts his eyes. The last of the queasy feeling leaves him. He feels like he’s on a pink cloud. 

He knows Warren is not a particularly stand-up person. He’s probably a bad influence on him and Jonathan. Katrina wouldn’t be dead if Warren weren’t in the picture. Andrew thinks he’s as fucked up as Warren is for still loving him despite all this. And he’s accepted that. It’s really cool they got away with murder, after all. It gives him a kind of sick thrill despite knowing it was wrong she died. Maybe Zozo's harassing Buffy will feel the same way. 

Andrew’s eyes sting and his limbs are heavy. His barely two hours of sleep is catching up with him even further. 

“Can you hold me until I fall asleep?” Andrew asks. “I’m so tired.” Jonathan’s ingredient hunt will take some time.

“Of course.”

They get into position and Warren’s front is against Andrew’s back and the pressure and warmth feels so amazing Andrew can’t believe how starved of this kind of contact he’s been his whole life. He didn’t come from a very cuddly family.

In tenth grade a guidance counsellor in school scratched Andrew’s back affectionately as she was leaving and Andrew felt like he was going to cry. It felt so good and so soul-nourishing he thought for days for ways to get someone to touch him like that again—he even considered some spells. He just needed those wonderful shivers going up and down his spine. They were addictive—and still are. He’d have accepted a homeless junkie spooning him to sleep if they were nice and clean enough. 

Until now Andrew thought choosing a male friend group was a mistake. It’s been devoid of the tender touches he so sought. It’s all casual slaps to the back and wrestling. Female friends seem to touch each other tenderly a lot. He really does consider the female best friend idea. 

”They’ll touch you tenderly because they think you won’t rape them. Little do they know...” Warren’s imagined voice in his head says as he dozes off. 

His arm twitches.

The next scene he sees is he’s spooning Warren. He feels protective. Having Warren be ‘the woman’ fills him with a kind of glee.

He falls asleep thinking of those pleasurable shivers. 

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Hitting an intimate partner is not Warren’s style, as much as he wanted to and as much as Andrew deserved it for his teeth against his dick stunt. No, Warren thinks of the white trash men on Cops who beat their wives and he finds it all so trashy. He will not be trashy. 

He thinks his threat of hitting him hopefully taught him well though. The pain in his blue eyes was palpable, as if he had actually hit him. Clearly Andrew did not expect to hear something like that, which makes him wonder, who does he think Warren is? He took his power away from him in that moment and he’s not done letting Andrew know what he did was wrong. 

Today, he invites Andrew out by himself for ice cream, which Andrew was over the moon about. Jonathan will be none the wiser. Andrew will truly think he’s special now. 

Andrew sits across from him as he eats a Butterfinger blizzard with a spoon. He was talking about X-Men but found something utterly uninteresting to gab about instead.

“I pick my cuticles, it’s a bad habit,” Andrew goes on. “So I put on a really heavy moisturizer hoping to help that. It makes my cuticles less easy to pick and hydrates them. For a week I do this. I think I’m outta the woods, right? Then I get lazy and miss a few days, they’re back to being—”

“Andrew,” Warren begins, his banana split sits two-thirds eaten.

His eyes are bright. “Yes?”

“I don’t care.”

There’s a glint of hurt across his face before he laughs. “Yeah, sure. You don’t care about anything I say, right.”

“I care about X-Men more than this at least.”

Andrew talks about useless and boring topics like a woman does, expecting undivided attention, but also has an interest in nerdy pursuits and video games no women are cool enough to. At least, an earnest interest and not the faked ones they do to attract men. 

He’s such a girl.

“You said I had a nice voice,” Andrew says, stirring what’s left of his blizzard. “You like listening to me.”

He did say he had a soft voice that’s pleasant to listen to. Which isn’t a lie, but even then, cuticle talk is just more than he can handle regardless.

“Talk about something I like again. Your voice sounds best that way.”

Andrew smiles. “Fuck, marry, kill; Jean Grey, Rogue, Mystique.”

His eyebrows quirk up. “Okay, now we’re talking.”

He takes a bite of his melted ice cream. He has a spoon and a straw. “Well?”

“Fuck Mystique, marry Rogue, kill Jean Grey.”

“I’d switch the last two around.” He licks his straw. “Okay, Buffy’s mother, Xander’s mother, Willow’s mother.”

Warren bursts out laughing. Andrew grins. “Dude, Buffy’s mother is fucking dead.”

They have the entire family information of the Scooby gang which they’ve done their best to memorize. 

“Oh, right.” Andrew shrugs. “Well, if she was living.”

Warren sits back in his seat. “I don’t remember what she looks like.”

“Let’s look them up next time we’re in the lair. But I choose Willow’s mother for fuck at least.”

“Is she a redhead?” Warren asks, resting an arm behind him on the booth.

“Yes,” Andrew replies. “I do think red hair is really pretty.”

“I don’t need to see them to know—fuck Buffy’s mom, marry Willow’s mom, kill Xander’s mom.”

Willow is the one of those three Warren hates the least. 

“Okay, Spike, Tara, Anya.”

“I get the demon and witch mixed up.”

“Anya is the demon, Tara is the witch.”

“Fuck Spike, Marry Tara, kill Anya.”

“Oh my god, same. Spike...” There’s a dreamy look in his eyes. A flash of jealousy crosses Warren before it dissipates. He shifts in his seat.

“Actually, a demon has gotta be crazy in the sack.”

Andrew looks down and sips his ice cream. “Yeah.” He licks his lips. “She used to punish unfaithful men, you know.”

Warren can’t imagine all those men deserved what punishment they got. Still, she’d make for a good lay.

“I was never unfaithful.” He wasn’t.

“You were to a robot.”

“She’s not human.”

Andrew gazes at his straw which he starts bending back and forth. “She loved you though, which I’m not knocking you for I’d probably leave a robot for a real person too even if that robot did things that a real person wouldn’t do.”

Warren thinks he’s referring to the Warren bot. Andrew is never subtle. Warren only ever programmed the bot to do things sexually he himself also did, so he’d have to program additional capabilities and what he’s taught Andrew isn’t nearly enough to know how to do that.

“You know, I might program the oral option in for it but only if you stop complaining about it and literally not once ever ask me about it.”

His likeness bottoming would be too much to bear. Giving head is bad enough and makes it a proper fag, but Warren feels slightly bad Andrew is being deprived of getting his dick sucked.

He takes a deep breath and sighs. “I only complained about it once... which was when you told me you wouldn’t do it. So twice now.” He brightens. “But okay!”

Dangling something over Andrew’s head like that sounds like a good idea. Not a bluff, he generally believes in following through with promises.

“Of course, anything like the teeth stunt will make that never happen.”

“Yes, of course not. I swear. Really and totally. That was a mistake, I don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t wanna be as much of a weak link as Jonathan, then I have nothing but weak links.”

His eyes bulge and he leans as far forward as the table allows. “No, no, not me I swear! Really, I’m not like him. Don’t cut me out. I’m good, I swear. Warren, really. Come on, please?”

Andrew really is pathetic. Warren thinks he might actually get on his knees and beg. He sure does like to be on his knees. It’s a good look for him. And what he deserves after taking the power away from him with the teeth stunt.

“What can I do to convince you?” Andrew asks, there’s panic in his voice. 

Warren ruminates a moment. He struggles not to smirk from what he thinks of. “I mean you don’t have to, I’m not dumping you, but it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Yes, anything.”

“Finger yourself every night or most nights until you’re used to it. Then you’ll be ready for me.” Andrew told him he rubbed around the outside but didn’t penetrate himself.

He nods and leans back. “Okay. Yeah, sure. That’s easy.”

Warren wants him to become used to the experience so he’s not dealing with his growing pains starting out, which is no fun. Andrew seems very skittish about the subject of anal sex. Warren gets it, huge hang up in involved around it in being gay not to mention hygienic factors and health risks and whatnot. But frankly he should get over it and face his fear. Warren’s really doing him a favor here.

“Millions of other men do it, you’ll be fine.”

Andrew stares into the distance. “Millions...”

Andrew looks like he either hadn’t realized how many men bottom or how many men are gay. Warren thinks Andrew may have felt he was the only gay man in the world. 

Warren bumps Andrew’s shoe with his own. “You’ll do great.”

“I just—okay, I can start tonight.”

***

Warren and Jonathan sit besides Andrew on the sofa as he plays the video game, Alice. It’s a very violent fantasy game based on Alice in Wonderland.

“This bitch is pissing me off,” Warren says of the Duchess boss villain. 

“How do you think I feel?” Andrew says. “I’m the one playing it.”

“Go back to the cards,” Jonathan says. 

“No, I like the knife.”

“Okay, then enjoy losing.”

“I’m tired,” Andrew whines. He said he got kept up most of the night by a barking dog the past few nights. ”It’s so cute though.” 

Warren thinks of Andrew as his own dog—a golden retriever. 

“He’s really enjoying losing,” Warren says. “That’s why he’s playing like this.”

“I’m tired!”

“Nappy time for Andrew.”

“You guys are worse than Hitler.” They give him a look. “I’m exhausted, that’s the only bad person I could think of.”

Andrew has been refusing to go to sleep on account of ruining his sleep schedule but complaining about being tired the whole time he’s been here. Warren has half a mind to hit him over the head so he takes a nap and shuts up.

“Andrew,” Warren begins, “if you don’t take a nap, I will beat you.”

Andrew pauses the game and lies back on the sofa, shutting his eyes. “My sleep schedule, no. And a nap won’t make me feel better.”

“Stop talking about being tired then.”

“I will when I stop being tired.”

Jonathan stands up. “You want my Red Bull?” He heads over to their mini fridge.

Andrew lights up. “Yes!” Jonathan fetches it out of the fridge and brings it to him. “Thank you. I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Nah, it’s fine. They’re cheap as hell.”

Andrew pops the lid and drinks while Warren swipes his controller from his lap.

Andrew chokes on the drink and hurriedly gives it to Jonathan. “Give it.” He reaches far for the controller.

Warren stands up and hits play. “You weren’t even enjoying it.”

Andrew stands and reaches for it. “Yes, I was!”

Warren switches Alice to the cards. He doesn’t much care for playing as a female character, but if he does, he'd rather it be an adult like Lara Croft with an ass to stare at. 

“He’s delirious from sleep deprivation,” Jonathan says.

“My heart aches for him,” Warren says. 

Andrew throws himself down on the sofa. “You broke my spirit.”

“Andrew, you have an unbreakable spirit. Really, no matter what you keep persevering. It’s pretty remarkable.”

No matter how much we don’t want to hear about your cuticles.

Andrew blushes. “Thank you.”

The energy drink makes Andrew less insufferable for about an hour. Then he starts nodding off while they’re discussing where to get the last ingredient for the Zozo ritual; the eye of a witch. As in the literal eye of an experienced magic practitioner. No small feat, and Andrew undersold this point.

“Dude, I’m about to fall asleep watching you,” Jonathan says.

Warren also feels himself growing tired. 

“Andrew, go lie down in my old room,” Warren says. “I’m ordering you.”

Andrew is resting his head on his fist. “Yeah. Okay.”

Fucking finally.

“Do you remember where it is?” Warren asks. 

“Yes... no.”

Warren stands up from the sofa. “Lemme show you.”

Andrew stands up and plods behind him into the house. Up the stairs sits Warren’s old bedroom. Computer science and robotics trophies adorn the shelves. Warren wanted to take those with him but his mother insisted. She always has to have her way. 

Andrew lies down with his back turned on his bed. Warren starts to turn but then gets an idea, he wants to test Andrew some—see how far he can take things. He is fairly certain pushing of his boundaries won’t alienate him, he complains but still comes back for more. 

Warren shuts the door and locks it. “Hey, pretty boy. We’re alone.”

I wonder how often people hear that said in prison.

“I’m asleep,” Andrew says. “I need my beauty sleep.”

“You’re beautiful without it.”

“Hm, true.”

Warren slowly approaches him. “You know, I can do all the work and you just lie there...”

“Oh my god, are you serious? I’m half-dead.”

“Nutting will help you sleep.” He sits on the edge of the bed. He places his hand on Andrew's hip.

“You’re insane. No.”

Would Andrew ever really refuse him? If Andrew ever truly tried to stop him he would honor that, but he hasn’t. Andrew just needed more convincing when he first kissed him. Warren thinks Andrew will almost always be down for it even if he protests at first. He likes the conquest of wearing someone down. He made the mistake of telling Katrina about this who then called him sick. Yes, which is the fun of it.

Warren lies on his side behind Andrew and presses his lips to his neck. 

“Warren...” There’s annoyance in Andrew's voice, but it’s weak. 

“Just relax, baby.” 

Warren slowly slides his hand toward Andrew’s pants fly. He doesn’t react, so he opens it and slips his hand right inside. Andrew then stirs but doesn’t resist. Warren never gives Andrew his end first, but he’s curious to see how he’ll respond to this.

Warren starts jerking his dick. “You can just fall asleep if you want.”

“Okay, but you’re annoying.”

“And you’re cute when you’re sleepy.” He kisses his cheek. He thinks he has feigned compliments down. 

Andrew stiffens in his hand and makes a low sound from the bottom of his throat. Andrew is so helpless like this. Warren’s heartbeat rises and he finds himself getting hard.

He wonders just what he can do to Andrew that he would give into, what his limits truly are. He could get him to do truly ridiculous things, like watersports or something. But Warren wouldn’t go that far. He’s not evil. He’s not under any illusion he’s a good person, but he doesn’t kill random people for fun and never hurt small animals. He doesn’t get off from the idea of someone begging and screaming as he forces himself on them. And Andrew’s protests were weak. He’s pretty sure he always actually wants to anyways. Andrew just always wants him that badly. And Warren loves that.

”Sweet thing,” Warren murmurs. 

He’s learned the more praise he heaps onto Andrew the better and it’s never too much. 

Andrew hums contentedly. He makes the tiniest mewls every so often but nothing close to his normal vocal performance. It makes it a little hard to know how much he’s enjoying it and Warren likes that affirmation but he supposes he truly is that exhausted. Warren sure does want to hear him say his name though. 

Warren continues kissing his neck and licking it with the tip of his tongue at intervals. He speeds up his pace when Andrew starts seeping pre-cum, earning the loudest noise from him yet, but is still comparably quiet. Warren grinds his hips against Andrew’s backside, he’s half-hard now and seeking relief. 

Andrew makes a stuttered whine, very lightly thrusting—if you could call it that—against Warren’s grip. He comes with a low strangled cry, spilling into Warren’s moving hand. 

Warren listens to his rapid, but less so than normal, breathing after he’s finished. He doesn’t move, making another small contented hum. Warren gets up to go clean his hand off, taking more paper towels for his turn, because now he wants to see if he can get him to give him his end.

Warren lies back down, urging Andrew turn over—he does, still with closed eyes, and he fumbles for Warren’s pants.

“There we go,” Warren says. “Good boy.” He puts Andrew back in his own pants.

“I’m too tired to do a blowjob,” Andrew murmurs, taking out Warren’s cock.

“Yeah, I expected as much. It’s fine.” He kisses his forehead. 

Andrew gives a tiny smile. Warren wonders if Andrew really feels loved by him. Warren’s not sure if he’s ever loved anyone in his entire life. He thinks he might love his mother, but the woman is a moron. She is a bottle blonde, after all. 

Andrew’s movements are sluggish, and Warren has to keep reminding him to speed up, but it’s fine, he’s still enjoying it.

That is until Andrew brings him close before his hand slows. 

“Andrew, look alive,” Warren says, giving a gentle but firm tap to his cheek. 

Andrew’s eyes flutter open. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m almost there,” he says breathily. “Just keep going.”

Andrew speeds up his hand, a bit more than necessary, and brings him to his climax. Warren shudders and grips Andrew’s hair as he comes, an impulse from getting head from him so much. Warren holds the paper towels under his hand as he doesn’t trust Andrew to catch it all. Andrew’s hand falls limp by his side.

“Not bad for a handjob,” Warren says. Andrew doesn’t react. 

This was the first time Andrew jerked him off to completion and he can’t complain—much.

Warren’s found it’s entirely possible to have good sex with someone you’re not attracted to. For one, he holds the power over Andrew which is innately arousing. The spanking was very enjoyable, to have that dominance over someone. Two, Andrew is fervently attracted to him which in turn turns Warren on. He loves hearing Andrew say his name. Three, his mouth and his hand and hopefully soon his ass feel just as good as a woman’s. 

He still shuts his eyes and imagines female porn stars, but it’s not as necessary of an act as it was in the beginning.  

Warren lies there and realizes this makes Andrew a human sex toy he can basically have whenever he wants. Why can he not find women like this? He thinks at first Andrew would make the perfect woman, but imagining Andrew’s more grating traits on a woman sounds utterly intolerable. Andrew will always be more tolerable than the average woman. 

Andrew lies with his lips parted, chest steadily rising and falling

“Andrew,” Warren says. 

He remains still.

Did he cross a line with him? Possibly. But he could’ve said no at any point and didn’t. Andrew knows Warren eventually heeds his protests. 

***

After four hours, Warren goes to wake Andrew. He fights being roused. 

“Come on, lemme sleep longer,” Andrew pushes against Warren’s chest. He feels a little sorry for him.

“You gotta go home,” Warren says. “Just sleep there.”

“The dog.”

“Bark back.”

It’s in your nature.

Andrew giggles. “You bark back.” He pauses. “Did we fool around or did I dream that?”

“We did. You kept slowing down when you jerked me off.”

“Yeah, I kept nodding off.”

Warren’s cock swells a tiny bit.

Andrew continues, “What’s appealing about me in that state?” He truly looks puzzled. Warren’s not going to explain the reason.

“You’re just very cute. Made me wanna make you come.”

“I said no, didn’t I?” His tone is non-accusatory. 

He shifts. “You were just tired.” He strokes Andrew’s hair. “I could tell you wanted to.”

Andrew leans into him. “I don’t remember whether I wanted to or not.”

“You did. You definitely enjoyed it.”

“Well yeah, I remember that. But at first—”

“Doesn’t matter.” He grits his teeth. “You had a good time.”

He shuts his eyes and rests his head on Warren’s shoulder. “Yeah.”

Maybe he shouldn’t shirk the line of consent like that, Warren thinks. From initially saying no to fading in and out of consciousness. These things can go wrong very fast as he knows so well, but he just had to see how far he could take it. Andrew is a doormat but not entirely, he has some fight in him. Which he likes, it keeps things fun. But still, he decides to do nothing like this again—in the near future at least. 

“Warren...” 

Warren doesn’t like his tone already. He’s heard it on many a woman.

“Did you... do you... have you... since you’re asking me about bottoming. In the past, have you...”

“If you’re asking if I’m gonna give you AIDS or something else, then no.”

Andrew’s eyes grow. “No, I wasn’t asking that.”

“Sure you weren’t. Look, I’ve just been with two people and one was just hand stuff.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah, I got a handjob from a girl in high school. Did I not tell you guys about that?”

“I forgot, I guess.”

“The most grating chick I ever met. The things you put up with.”

Warren told all his friends she was easy. It got around the whole school.

He starts to compare Andrew with her but no, that would be unfair. That girl was nothing but irritating traits whereas Andrew can be perfectly pleasant, even enjoyable, to be around. 

“I could never... endure someone annoying for that,” Andrew says. Another way Andrew is a girl. “In fact, I wouldn’t want to do that with someone I don’t like.”

“That’s because you’re soft.”

Andrew frowns and sits upright. “Not always.”

“You know gay guys have a lot of sex with each other, right? Like famously. I’m sure not all of them even like each other.” Sounds lovely. “That’s why you have to worry about HIV.”

“Yes, I know.”

“But you, you really should find a female best friend.”

Warren enjoys Andrew’s femininity to use as he sees fit. Despite not being a woman, he’s a suitable placeholder.

“I like the friends I have.”

“I know you do. I just think it would benefit you.”

The look in his eyes is forlorn. Warren supposes after this and the incident where his consent was muddled he deserves a treat. Something to keep things balanced, to give him a reason to stay with Warren.

“Alright, you can sleep here a while longer.” 

His lower lip puckers. “Really?”

Warren cups Andrew’s ear. “Of course.”

Andrew gazes at him so warmly. It’s nice to see, makes him glad to know he’s that adored with hardly any effort. Letting him sleep here is the only genuinely kind thing he thinks he’s done for him since they started hooking up. Maybe he should do these things more often, he thinks. Something above the bare minimum, truly make him believe the lie.

Warren thinks Andrew can’t really believe he loves him. Surely somewhere deep down he knows he’s lying to him. Maybe he chooses to believe the lie because it’s better than being desired by no one. He remembers what it was like, being desired by no one. And personally it made Warren angry, but Andrew it seems just makes him desperate. 

In fact, the gay hook-up scene would be perfect for him. An endless source of validation. It’s good Warren got to him first.

Andrew is so pliable. He can bend him into anything he wants. He’d make a great partner if only he were attracted to him at all. Katrina was always so headstrong, so inflexible. He never really got to see his own potential in how he can shape someone to his will. And all Warren has to do is call him kitten, get him off, and cuddle him to make him think he loves him. Such a girl.

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Andrew kneels in front of Warren who sits in his recliner at his home, while he has ESPN on the TV. Andrew sucks his dick back and forth. Warren pets Andrew’s hair as if he’s petting a cat. He does that sometimes, instead of gripping it—and sometimes gripping it roughly. Andrew hasn’t asked him about it but he wonders what makes him pet versus pull. 

Andrew’s not sure why Warren is so keen on the ESPN idea. He thinks he’d not be able to pay attention to either thing and thus enjoy both activities less. Andrew would not like to watch Star Wars or something while receiving sexual pleasure, and Warren offered. It’s nice of him, but no thanks. The TV is talking about basketball, that’s Warren’s favorite. His breath comes in his standard ragged waves as Andrew works him. 

“You’re doing good,” Warren says, along with his hair pats. Andrew loves praise. It makes him tingle. “Such a worthless whore.” This also makes Andrew tingle, for whatever reason. Maybe his self esteem is low. But it’s not important to him, what is important is that it makes his hard-on grow. 

Warren moves his hips forward a tad and protrudes his cock partially down Andrew’s throat. He gags upon first contact but then settles into it, as he usually does. He can’t go for full deep throat with this position. All the better, because while Andrew very much enjoys that sometimes, he is not in the mood for it right now. But there are times he does it for Warren anyways. He hates letting him down. 

Warren’s breath hitches. “Oh, god.” Andrew moans around his dick. Pleasing Warren pleases him. Now he grips his hair, but not too hard. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” Warren exclaims. He fucks into his throat some before he comes with his characteristic going quiet and shuddering. 

Andrew swallows and takes his dick out of his mouth.

Warren grins and laughs breathlessly. “That was awesome.”

Andrew smiles. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Good going, man. You deserve a cookie. No really, have a cookie—chocolate chip, your favorite. They’re in the pantry.”

Andrew’s smile falters before he realizes Warren remembered his favorite cookie flavor. He warms all over. 

“Oh—okay,” Andrew says. “I will later.”

Warren pets Andrew again. “You know, you look really good on your knees. You should just stay like this around me all the time.” Andrew’s smile falters again, though he does enjoy submitting to him—takes the guess work out of decision-making, he would not like to be kneeling around him permanently. “Kidding. God, your face.” He laughs, massaging Andrew’s cheek with his thumb.

Warren insists they do oral sex positions that has Andrew on his knees on the floor. Being bent over him on a bed or sofa for a blowjob is of no interest to him. 

“Well, no I don’t wanna because I’m kinda... in a bad state right now.” He softly strokes his own partially hard dick.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He outstretches his arms. “Poor thing, come here.”

Andrew stands up and sits across his lap. Warren presses his lips to Andrew’s neck and grips his cock which twitches in his hand. 

“Next time, I’ll come on your face,” Warren says into Andrew’s ear. Ejaculating on his face is another act Andrew enjoys. “Would you like that?”

Andrew curls against Warren as he securely handles his dick and nips at his neck. “God, yes.”

“You’re like my personal blowjob machine.”

Andrew laughs, that’s his first reaction. It’s funny. Then he thinks about a little more and he stops laughing. He’s not a machine, he’s a person. But then he remembers he shouldn’t take Warren’s remarks during sex seriously at all. He shuts his eyes and lets pure sensation guide him. 

“Warren, baby...” Andrew says.

“I know, tell me all about it,” Warren replies.

Andrew thrusts into his hand and usually when he does this he is imagining the here and now, but sometimes his mind goes elsewhere. And he imagines fucking Warren’s mouth and his ass. He needs the warm wet soft sensation around his cock, the feeling of being inside him. Something he’s never felt but thinks about often no matter how strongly Warren objects. 

Andrew doesn’t badger him, or mention it at all besides the Warren bot comment. But Andrew thinks Warren can tell he fantasizes about it. 

I have parts built to do something I’m not able to use them for.

For fucking. His cock is meant for fucking, not just handjobs.

Oh well, for now Andrew will just hope Warren will actually take his shirt off during an encounter, whatever that’s about. 

Andrew hooks his hand onto the collar of Warren’s shirt and casually pulls it down to hopefully encourage him to remove it, as he does often now. It’s worth a shot. Andrew finds his bliss thinking of finishing inside him, Warren on his hands and knees. It feels so good to imagine but is he just imagining Warren being someone he’s not? But he’s fingered himself enough—got two fingers in with no pain—and had prostate orgasms which makes him want to share that feeling with Warren.

Though the thought of that type of sex makes him a bit nervous because Warren has the tendency of... not always being gentle. And it’s a delicate area, Andrew found the list of problems unsafe anal sex can cause and it has him biting his nails. He really, really wants to do it though. If he’s not too rough he thinks he’ll love it. 

***

Warren was lukewarm on trading foot massages at first, until Andrew promised him their first foray into anal sex. But Andrew was ready anyways, he’d already prepped and everything. Now in Warren’s apartment, Warren rubs Andrew’s feet, on minute seventeen of the twenty-five minutes he agreed to do it. Andrew gave him his first, and got the longest possible massage time he could get away with. He keeps having him squeeze the soft spot under his big toe for a few seconds until he gets chills all over.

“Did you know that’s supposed to help menstrual cramps?” Andrew says of the method.

Warren squeezes his heel next. “Do you need a lot of help with that?”

“I need a lot of help with your mom.”

“That’s... not how the joke works.”

“How?”

Warren squeezes his little toes. “It’s not even sexual.”

“Doesn’t need to be,” Andrew says. “It’s implied.”

“Has to already sound sexual first.”

“Made up rules.”

“All rules are made up.”

Warren finishes his massage and lets out a sigh of relief. 

You could not make it so obvious you hated doing that...

Andrew quite liked massaging Warren’s feet, for the first half at least. So why wouldn’t Warren enjoy it as well?

Andrew sinks down and uses Warren as a human body pillow as he lies on the sofa, with his front directly ontop of his and his head on his chest. Andrew really loves to do this, although Warren usually gets too aroused by the body contact and they don’t stay that way for long. Andrew hopes this will be one of the rare occasions Warren isn’t immediately too turned on to continue. He does feel a minor erection against his stomach but knows better than anyone dicks respond to default stimuli. 

They’re watching Alien on the TV.

Warren idly rubs Andrew’s back. “Did you know they had to edit out her minge hair because she refused to shave it for that scene?” He speaks of Ripley.

“Yes, I did. Brave of her, honestly.”

“Yeah.”

Andrew expects some remark about how gross women’s pubic hair is but he says nothing.

“So pubes on women isn’t an issue for you?” Andrew asks.

“No, why would it be?”

“It seems a lot of men, straight or straight-adjacent men, think it’s disgusting.”

Warren sips a soda can. “That shit’s weak. I love them all—except the old and fat ones.”

“Are you not gonna love my pussy anymore when I get old and fat?”

Warren laughs. “Nope.”

Andrew enjoys these nights most of all. When he gets to be Warren’s boyfriend—is that was he is, his boyfriend? Warren told him never to spring a ‘what are we’ question on him though so Andrew will just have to declare Warren his secret boyfriend. 

Warren’s hands sink lower until he’s rubbing Andrew’s ass idly. 

“You have such a perky ass,” Warren says.

“I know. Kids bullied me because they were jealous.”

“Let’s go to my room.” He shuts off the TV—a shame because Andrew wanted to see the rest—and guides Andrew to his bed. 

Warren doesn’t let him sleep here overnight, much to Andrew’s deep disappointment. Warren simply refuses this and removing his shirt without an explanation. Andrew would be understanding if he provided a reason for any of these behaviors but he doesn’t. He thinks as Warren opens up to him he will, but Warren would have to open up to him first. Warren never discusses things like being bisexual like how Andrew discusses being gay. Of course, Warren never talks about anything deeper than a kiddie pool. Meanwhile Andrew has vented to him multiple times. 

They lie down beside one another sharing kisses as Andrew loosely explores Warren’s body over his clothing. Warren undoes his pants and removes them along with his underwear, urging Andrew to do the same. He never likes to waste time. 

“Let’s do a dry run,” Warren says. “Lie on your back and put your legs up.”

Andrew proceeds to do so and Warren hovers over him between his parted knees. His hands rest on either side of his shoulders while his dick touches his backside. Andrew imagines Warren inside him and tingles.

“Good,” Warren says. “That’s good.”

“It feels good.” 

Warren presses a quick kiss to his lips. Andrew runs his hands across and down Warren’s chest, separated by a red sweatshirt. So close but so far away, he thinks sadly. Warren mutters something and sits up on his knees before pulling his shirt over his head, earning a small gasp from Andrew.

“Take yours off,” Warren says. 

Andrew takes both layers of his top off. Warren leans down, kissing and licking across Andrew’s shoulderblades and chest.

“Oh god, Warren,” Andrew says, his hand gripping Warren’s hair. 

He flushes all over as he makes his way down to his nipples and lightly sucks one into his mouth. He’s imagined him doing this countless times and it’s even better in reality. He thinks of what that would feel like around his dick and thinks he might burn up on the spot. Warren makes it down to his ribs and Andrew doesn’t know what’s gotten into him but he hopes it continues. He hopes Warren keeps going lower but sadly he kisses his way back up to Andrew’s nipple and sucks on it a bit more before moving up to Andrew’s mouth and taking him in a deep kiss.

Andrew wraps his arms around him. “That felt awesome.”

“I could tell. You do me now.”

They flip over and Andrew kisses Warren’s neck, lightly biting his skin between his teeth, as Warren likes. Not enough to leave a mark, as he requests. Andrew lies ontop of him, his bare body radiates heat into Andrew’s to where he already starts sweating. He loves being sweaty with him.

Andrew nibbles on his collarbone then makes it down to his chest. His chest hair feels funny underneath his lips, but he finds himself liking it. Different to how stubble feels, which he also enjoys. 

“Make sure to just suck them lightly,” Warren says.

Andrew can’t imagine why Warren would ever think he would be ungentle unless requested. 

Andrew sucks his nipple into his mouth softly but isn’t sure if he’s supposed to take part of it in or all of it but feels silly asking so he experiments with both ways. Warren pets his hair as he does and his breathing does its telltale raggedness that signals he likes something. 

Andrew moves down to the top of his ribs when Warren pushes his head lower like he does when he wants a blowjob. Andrew kisses down his ribs and stomach before Warren changes position to sit on the edge of the bed. Andrew gets on the floor. He takes the tip of Warren’s cock in his mouth and sucks.

Warren heaves a sigh and grips Andrew’s hair. “Just till I get totally hard, I don’t wanna come in your ass too soon.”

Andrew sucks the head a few times before taking him half way in his mouth and sucking harder. It doesn’t take long before he’s completely hard. 

He takes his cock out of his mouth. “Warren, I have something I think you’ll like.” He gets on the bed and moves until his head rests on the pillow. “No, I know you’ll like it.” 

Warren joins him. “Yeah? What is it, kitten?”

Andrew takes Warren’s hand in his and spreads his own legs, moving Warren's hand to the buttplug that’s nestled in there.

Andrew worked up the nerve for more than just a fleshlight. Which cost him as he’s unemployed and relies on an allowance. Though being unemployed gives him more time to work on his fanfiction pairing Aragorn and his original character.

Warren grins as he grips the thing and wiggles it. “Nice, that’s great, Andrew.”

Andrew feels like flying when Warren looks at him like he does now.

“You just have to lube me up and we’re ready to go.”

“Has that been there the whole time tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t that drive you crazy?” Warren asks.

“I get used to it," Andrew responds. "I’ve trained so much it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“That’s music to my ears.” 

Andrew has been training every day upon Warren not demanding he do so, but asking about it fairly often. Andrew is ecstatic to show him the fruits of his labor. 

Andrew gets on his back with his legs hitched up.

Warren fetches a bottle of lube from his nightstand and removes the plug. He deposits a generous amount lube on his two fingers and inserts them inside Andrew’s entrance. 

“Do I do like this?” Warren asks, curling his fingers upward.

Andrew nods. “Yes, that’s it.” He jerks himself off as Warren massages his prostate. He lets out a whine. 

“You like that?” Warren asks.

“Yes.”

Warren removes his fingers and adds a coating of lube on his dick. He slides inside him, half way. 

Andrew feels full, but there’s no pain. He considers Warren being too rough and fights not to tense up because he knows that will cause him pain. He puts it out of his mind and lets himself focus on feeling good.

The fullness and the pressure on his prostate has him whining again. 

“You’re taking me so well,” Warren says, thrusting gently.

Andrew rubs his dick. “That’s so good, keep doing that.”

“You like taking it?”

“God, yes.”

“You’re so tight even after all that stretching.” Warren leans down and kisses at his neck. Andrew puts his free arm and his legs around him and pulls him closer. 

Andrew thrusts back into him and hides his face in the crook of his neck, whimpering. 

Warren increases his pace a bit. “You filthy fucking slut, you love it.”

Andrew just moans as an affirmative before repeating Warren’s name.

Warren picks up the pace slightly. “Yeah, say my name, sugar.” 

In the back of Andrew’s mind, he keeps waiting for Warren to go too hard, but he doesn’t. 

Andrew scratches Warren’s back, he thinks hard enough to sting a bit. It's nice, doing this without having to hitch up his shirt. 

Warren sits up. “Flip over.” He pulls out. 

Andrew turns around and positions himself with his face down and ass up, a position they agreed on in advance. Warren lays his shirt down beneath Andrew’s stomach.

Warren slaps his ass firmly with a pop. “Fucking whore.” He slaps him again. It stings. 

The pain makes him feel degraded in the best way possible. Like he’s just a toy designed to please Warren. Submission feels amazing and he loves when Warren owns him. And it makes him want to try reversing the roles, but Warren probably won’t ever go for that.

Warren enters him and resumes the same pace as he had before. He pins Andrew’s hand behind his back and puts a hand over his mouth. Being restrained furthers his enjoyment and he moans beneath his hand. But soon the lack of pressure around his cock makes him feel deprived.

Andrew repeats Warren’s name under his hand with urgency. Warren removes it. “What is it, sweetness?”

“Touch me.” As if he didn’t know he needed to touch his cock. 

Warren promptly starts jerking his cock and Andrew cries out. His other hand remains restraining Andrew’s arm. 

“You’re leaking a lot,” Warren says, breathing ragged.

Andrew seems to start leaking sooner than other men, upon research and solo sessions. 

After a bit, Andrew feels himself near the edge. 

“Warren baby, I’m almost there.” 

“Good boy, you come for me.”

Andrew fists the pillow hard as electricity crackles throughout his body. He spurts onto Warren’s shirt and makes sounds he thinks he’ll be embarrassed by later. His breathing comes erratic and desperate as he comes down. Warren thrusts a bit harder, but still not too hard. 

Warren puts his hand that was on Andrew’s cock back over his mouth, smearing a bit of cum on his face. “Oh, fuck yes,” he swears as he grows close. 

He comes with a shudder and squeezes Andrew’s wrist roughly. 

He breathlessly collapses beside Andrew on his side who also does the same. 

“Fuck, Andrew, that was awesome,” Warren says with a smile.

Andrew shares his smile. “Yeah.”  

“Did you really come that hard?”

“Yeah.” He did.

“Nice.” He reaches over and brushes a lock of Andrew’s hair.

Andrew touches Warren’s hand. “I gotta get cleaned up.” But he doesn’t move. 

Warren sits up and takes his messed shirt. “Yeah, just use my bathroom.”

Andrew takes his clothes into the bathroom and cleans himself. He puts on his shirt and underwear and starts sliding on his pants when Warren darkens the doorway. He's dressed in a different shirt and his underwear.

“You can leave those off and stay here tonight if you want,” Warren says. 

Andrew freezes, thinking he heard wrong. “What? Really?”

“Sure, why not?”

Andrew beams. “Okay! Yeah, I’d love to.”

“I was gonna go to bed.”

“I’ll come with you.” Though despite the intense scene he’s not tired. Still, he would like to lie with Warren a while. 

Warren offers him a different shirt to wear which he readily accepts. It smells like him which is intoxicating. Andrew joins him in bed, lights off, and Warren spoons him from behind, leaving him warm and safe. Andrew smiles to himself. This is the side of Warren he loves—the side that’s considerate. It makes the rest of him melt away.

Andrew starts to get sleepy then wonders if Warren will find that arousing again. He thinks back on the incident, and he can’t remember if he initially wanted to fool around or not. He knows he ended up enjoying it, including his sleeping form. He’s not sure why but it keeps floating back to his mind every day since it happened. He thinks there’s something that doesn’t feel right about it, but what? He wanted to do it, he remembers loving it, so why does it keep coming back to the forefront of his mind? 

The thought of sleep sex makes him a bit uneasy. He’s not sure if he would want to do it again, or if he’d have agreed to it before if he wasn’t already aroused. Does Warren have a kink for it? Is that why he did what he did?

Andrew is wide awake again but Warren hasn’t moved in a while so Andrew carefully slips out of bed. He goes to the living room where Warren has a computer he saw go to sleep on the off chance it’s not password protected. He wants to search about sleeping fetishes. He clicks the mouse and the desktop appears. It’s clean and organized, as is his living space. Andrew’s is more than a little chaotic. 

Andrew considers he can snoop on him right now, but is more concerned with learning about his kink. He opens Internet Explorer, goes to Google, and searches “sleep fetish.” It turns up results for somnophilia. It details the generally accepted rules of engagement of the kink, which includes consent to engage in sexual activity before sleep. Andrew thinks Warren did ask, technically. Andrew enjoyed it. He then sees it details when consent is not obtained prior to sleep, it’s assault. He did have consent though, so Andrew decides to disregard this. 

He clears the search history and it’s then he realizes his eyes have welled up with tears. He doesn’t know why, what it said about assault doesn’t apply. So why is he upset? A tear runs down his face and he wipes it away. He decides to go back to bed. 

Is that why Warren was so gentle tonight? Guilt? He notices now he has been better about being rough lately. 

Andrew tries to push the thought away as he climbs back into bed, facing away from Warren. But the tears keep coming and he sobs, trying to make each second he cries the moment he’ll finally stop but he doesn’t. He feels bad wiping his eyes and nose on Warren’s pillow but doesn’t feel like risking waking him just to grab a tissue. 

He feels a hand on his shoulder. His breath catches in his throat.

“You okay, man?” Warren asks.

Andrew sniffles. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Alright.” He moves forward until his body is pressed against Andrew’s, and puts an arm around him. 

Even though Warren is the reason he’s upset, the contact from him is very comforting. 

Another wave of tears overcomes him and he wipes his eyes on his shirt sleeve. It’s then he notices it, an unmistakable erection against his rear. Usually spooning doesn’t cause Warren to get them, and definitely not after sex has just taken place. This is unusual, and Andrew writes it off until he thinks of the only thing that’s different—he’s crying. 

Does Warren have a kink for this too? Andrew doesn’t know what to think. 

Warren pulls his hips back from Andrew. He can still feel it. “You know, you’re gorgeous when you cry.” 

He blinks his tears away. “How?”

“Just are. So don’t be thinking you look ugly or anything.”

It’s flattering, it is, but Andrew can’t fight the ensuing chill. 

The last time he cried was when he shed a few tears when alone after Warren said he should slap him. He briefly considered that someone you love shouldn’t make you feel this way, but that was quickly overshadowed when he thought of how good Warren could be to him. Mainly doing things like calling him kitten and so tenderly nipping his neck. And then later letting him sleep at his mother’s house longer than she would have liked. 

Andrew thinks he’ll love Warren no matter what, which scares him. He’s not sure there’s a limit to his feelings. And he thinks it’s sicker to love someone like Warren than to be him.

Chapter Text

“Warren is Buttercup, Andrew is Bubbles, and I’m Blossom,” Jonathan says, playing with a paddle ball.

Warren looks for his lost car keys under the sofa. “Andrew is definitely Bubbles.”

Andrew pouts from his chair. “How do you even know this show, Warren?”

“My uncle always has it on for his daughters.”

“Jonathan called you a little girl.”

Warren looks under a chair cushion. “Yeah, the butch one.”

Andrew rests his chin on his hand. “Does Buttercup seem like a lesbian to you guys?”

“Definitely,” Jonathan says.

“Yeah,” Warren begins, scanning the room, “but if I have to be a lesbian, I’d rather be the sexy kind so not a butch one.” He looks under the coffee table. “You know, no one help me or anything. Jesus Christ.”

“I helped some,” Andrew says, standing up.

Warren would think Andrew would be as helpful as possible, always assisting with everything he can, but no. Andrew is still useless on small details. Warren thinks he just wants credit for big things. 

“Sorry, man,” Jonathan says, putting down his paddle ball and standing up.

“Sometimes I think you guys wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire,” Warren says.

For Jonathan, that is true.

Andrew rushes to stand in Warren’s way. “I would! I would totally piss on you, Warren. I swear.”

He pushes him aside. “That’s great, but that doesn’t find my keys.”

“That wasn’t even top ten most unhinged Andrew quotes,” Jonathan says, looking behind a lamp.

Warren cackles. “Andrew, no one likes a brown nose.” 

That’s not true, Warren likes his ass-kissing most of the time. Andrew deflates.

Warren searches where Andrew was sitting and finds a barely-touched bag of sugar free gummy worms he got when he promised candy for everyone. “God Andrew, are you ever going to eat these?” 

Andrew trudges over to Warren and takes the bag. “Yes.”

“Why did you even get them?” Jonathan asks.

Andrew looks down at the bag. “If you must know, I’ve put on three pounds in the past few months.”

“That’s so sad, Jabba,” Warren says. “What if we shouldn’t have to suffer for it.”

Warren makes a mental note to call Andrew fat in the future. That should be a fun one. Warren wants so ask him why gay men are so vain but he probably won’t know. He’s just shrugged at almost every other question related to gay culture he’s asked. Warren thinks it’s sad he’s so out of touch with his roots. 

“Alright, I’m officially fucking pissed now,” Warren says with a curt sigh. He’s needed to leave half an hour ago. “You guys have to help me tear this place apart now.”

Andrew steps closer. “Warren.”

Warren feels a hand in his side pocket. Andrew has slid his hand inside. Jonathan seems to be looking at them but appears more curious than anything. Warren thinks Andrew has gone insane until he removes his hand and holds up his car keys. 

Andrew’s expression is blank. “Found ‘em.”

Jonathan’s thunderous laughter just adds insult to injury for Warren’s bright red cheeks. Warren snatches the keys from him and swiftly and wordlessly departs.

***

Warren has to admit he kind of likes playing Andrew’s (secret) boyfriend. Cuddling on the sofa and watching movies together is a good pastime. He liked it in relationships before and he generally likes it even now with Andrew. If he can just forget he’s not sexually attracted to him it works. Even during sex he can usually forget what’s lacking a lot of the time. He didn’t think he would come to enjoy it so much. Having an always willing partner fills his life with joy.

Anal sex with him was fantastic. Warren loves blowjobs but missed the feeling of really and properly fucking someone. He loved making another man his bitch. Though Andrew has already been his bitch for some time. 

Andrew had cried a bit after, which is what Warren can assume is sadness over going from being a faggot to a colossal faggot. It’s better Andrew didn’t confide in him, because anything revolving that subject makes him feel like the liar he is about being bisexual. He wouldn’t know how to comfort someone’s internalized homophobia. ’There’s nothing wrong with who you are.’ ‘Love is love.’ Would those do? Warren thinks he should research it anyways because Andrew may indeed confide in him after all. 

Warren had wanted to avoid the lack of shirts because it was more intimate with Andrew than he wanted to be, but eventually it got to be more effort to keep them on than take them off. It’s not that bad, being entirely nude with him. However, sucking his nipples is something he would rather leave than take. He will avoid doing that unless Andrew asks. He does enjoy receiving though. 

Warren was aroused by his crying, which was new. He’d not found his tears attractive when he cried before but now he thinks it feels like submission. Crying women always felt like the same thing, a token of vulnerability. Warren wants to use it to his advantage. He’d love to see him cry during sex, if that’s even possible. He knows that truly makes him sick.

Being aroused by sleeping partners had been going on a long time. He programmed April to love being creampied in her sleep. To have your partner be so helpless and at your mercy is an extreme turn on. He wants to do it again with Andrew though he seems skittish about the topic. 

That’s why that was a mistake. Sure was fun, but it was a bad idea. Warren thinks the term ‘rapey’ fits here.

But he seems none the wiser as Andrew lays a head on a pillow in Warren’s lap. They watch an old episode of Doctor Who in Warren’s residence. Andrew compares himself to the supervillain, The Master, quite a bit.

“I feel like a kitty,” Andrew says. “Meow.”

Grown man in my lap meowing.

It comes as no surprise to Warren that Andrew met his fair share of bullies growing up. Of course, so did Warren. But Andrew? The guy is begging for it. 

Warren struggles to form words in response to an animal noise.

Warren pats his head. “Cute.”

Andrew has a pet orange cat, Harley Quinn, who Warren has met. Ironically, Andrew seems to prefer cats to dogs. Warren doesn’t like things depending on him for their literal survival. Andrew’s metaphorical survival hinging on him is different however. 

“I am,” Andrew says. “I am very cute and you adore me.”

Warren thinks Andrew must be some cat/dog hybrid at this point. For his dog side, he know all would have to do is mention how deeply he wants that witch’s eye for the ritual and how sad he is it seems impossible to get. And Andrew would go and try to cut out Willow or Tara even Rack’s eye. Warren wouldn’t even have to ask, just talk about it in front of him and Jonathan and he’d just do it, thinking he’s surprising Warren with what he wants. 

Warren will not do this of course because he does not want Andrew to die, and he probably would. At least if he tried it against Rack. Willow and Tara seem to be soft serve witches. He still finds himself jealous of how much power Willow is supposed to have. Buffy and Willow are great examples of great power wasted on undeserving girls. He doesn’t think women do well holding any amount of power, it’s against their nature.

“You’re very cute and I adore you,” Warren says flatly.

Andrew grins. “See!?”

Despite the previous crying and hurt feelings over being called a suck-up, Andrew seems to have been happy lately. It’s nice to see, really. He doesn’t truly deserve anything bad Warren does to him. Except maybe for his offenses that make him beg to be bullied. 

Andrew gets up for a soda in the kitchen. After a moment, Warren is called in to help locate the Dr. Pepper.

Warren sighs and opens the fridge. “It’s right there, dude.” 

Andrew hovers at Warren’s side. Warren wonders why he’s so close when he goes to kiss him as well as gropes his groin through his clothes. Warren freezes a moment before kissing back. Andrew continues groping him which makes Warren harden. 

Warren shuts the fridge and cups his face. “What do you want, baby?” he asks against his lips.

“What do you think?” There’s a smirk on his voice. 

No. He can’t have that—to think he can accost him and have his way. He grips Andrew’s shoulders and roughly turns him around to where they’re pressed against one another. He licks up and down his neck as he unfastens his pants. He frees his cock and starts stroking him. Andrew makes a little whimper. 

“That’s more like it,” Warren says, putting his free hand over Andrew’s mouth, causing him to let out a cry against his hand. 

Warren loves the feeling of manually restraining someone as opposed to gags and ropes. Though he’s not averse to the idea of gagging or tying Andrew up just to keep some variety. 

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Warren says. And he is, in his own way. 

The way Andrew looks and the sounds he makes have come to turn him on because they’re all for him. Speaking of Andrew being unhinged, he really comes undone for him and to have that power over the man is a delectable rush. Honestly, he’s not even trying that hard. Maybe other men are just easy to please or maybe Andrew is just easy but rendering him a mess is simple and he has it down to the stroke of his hand and roll of his hips. 

One defining trait of Andrew is just how easy he is to shape. He wants to be shaped, he’s eager to bend to someone else. Warren cannot comprehend this, but it works for him so he embraces it. 

Warren strokes him to full hardness and Andrew thrusts into his hand. Warren wonders if he imagines he’s topping or face-fucking him when he does that. He assumes he does at least sometimes. And he can fantasize about things that will never happen all he wants. 

Warren’s grown half hard against him so he grinds himself slowly against Andrew’s back. Warren’s spreading Andrew's precum down his shaft when he thrusts more erratically and whines beneath his hand. Warren catches the warm white that shoots into his hand, or most of it. Some drips onto the floor. Andrew comes more than Warren does so he’s never sure how to catch all of it. Warren promptly grabs a paper towel and cleans his hand before tossing it on the counter. 

“Turn around,” Warren says. Andrew turns around and Warren pushes down on his shoulders. Andrew gets on his knees and Warren thinks he sits in his cum but that’s his problem. He undoes Warren’s pants before taking the base of his cock in his hand and sucking the tip.

“Good, good boy,” Warren says. “So obedient.” If Andrew were female, Warren would’ve said ‘such an obedient girl,’ but swapping girl for boy doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. He still tries to think of a suitable alternative but has yet to come up with one.

Warren fists his hand in Andrew’s hair. “God, you’re never happier than when there’s a cock inside you.”

Andrew moans an affirmative around his dick. He takes it further into his mouth and sucks it up and down. 

“Oh god, Andrew, you’re amazing.” He usually doesn’t go for blanket praise, but Andrew’s skills have really gotten good in the time since he’s been doing this. Warren thinks he sees a smile flit across his face.

Warren pushes his cock to the back of Andrew’s throat which triggers no gag. He’s not sure why it happens sometimes and not others. Regardless, his lack of gag reflex has proven to be one of his most useful skills. If not his most useful one. Though he does kind of like making him gag on it. 

“Go faster, babe,” Warren says. Andrew promptly speeds up his sucking. “There we go.”

When Warren nears, he says, “I’m gonna finish on your face.” He loves that he doesn’t have to ask. 

Andrew takes his cock from his mouth and jerks it toward him. He shuts his eyes as Warren comes, splashing a little into hair which is inevitable when Andrew’s doing the aiming. Warren’s heart beats in his ears as Andrew looks up at him. He shares a smile with him before he stands and puts his dick back in his pants as does Warren. He goes for the sink and turns it on before splashing water over his face. He dries it with paper towels.

“You sat in it too,” Warren says. He’s actually not sure.

Andrew looks down. “No, where?”

“On your knees.” Okay, that was just mean.

“I know where, where? I don’t see it.”

He shrugs. “Guess it absorbed.”

“I feel like walking around with cum on me makes me a pervert.”

“Pretty sure I’m the pervert.”

He breathes a laugh. “So, I know you make fun of me for asking me if it was good, but the just grabbing you thing?”

“It was awesome. You should do it again.”

He grins. “Good! I feel like I should’ve asked to do that though...”

“Oh, Andrew, where would be the fun in that?” The fact Andrew regrets it makes Warren think it’s his own influence that made him do something like that. “You can do that anytime you want, babydoll.”

“Okay. Cool.”

Andrew touched him intimately without any sign he wanted to be touched. Something that could go very wrong if he were someone else. But Warren doesn’t ever think he’s not in the mood for sex so Andrew can grope him whenever he wants. And Andrew knew that, that’s why he did it despite his hesitation. Warren’s flattered Andrew knows him well enough to know he’d love a drive-by.

Andrew steps towards him and wraps his arms around his waist before resting his head on his shoulder and smiling contentedly. Warren hugs him back. He thinks he needs to be knocked down a peg. 

Warren says, “You know, that three pounds is noticeable.” It’s not.

Andrew lifts his head. “What?”

“Like around your abdomen. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I weren’t up close to you though.”

He frowns and touches his stomach. “I really have been trying to eat better...”

“No, it’s cute. I like it, personally. You’re fine the way you are.”

“No, no, I can’t let this spiral.”

“I probably shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget I said it.”

Andrew huffs. “Well, you can’t uncreate the hydrogen bomb!”

***

“Andrew probably has crumbs in his bed,” Jonathan says.

“Why are you guys being so mean to me lately?” Andrew says as he paints one of Jonathan’s toenails yellow. Gone are the days of ‘it’s goth.’ Andrew lies on his stomach idly kicking his own yellow toenails in the air. He did those himself. “Is it because my birthday is coming up and you wanna get me down before you surprise me with something amazing?”

Warren bites his lip. When is his fucking birthday!?

“When’s your birthday?” Jonathan asks.

Andrew sighs. “No. You should already know. And I’m hurt you don’t. I could maim your foot right now.”

Fuck!

Warren doesn’t want emotional harm to come to Andrew he doesn’t plan and can’t control. 

“How could you maim my foot with a brush?” Jonathan asks.

“I think he’s gonna bite it,” Warren says from his chair.

Andrew grimaces. “Ew, no!” He finishes the first foot.

Jonathan points at him. “You complimented my clean feet.”

“I have limits.”

“Is that an Outer Limits reference?” Warren asks.

“Mm, The Twilight Zone is better.”

“That is such a normie opinion,” Jonathan says. 

Andrew stops on the middle toe. “Okay, you can finish this yourself.”

“Jonathan, you can’t just say the N-word,” Warren says. Andrew seems to use it as his own slur.

“No, no, I can’t do my own! You saw them after last time.”

He puts the brush back in the jar. “I did my own, so...”

“Yeah, with his ‘essential tremor,’” Warren says, kicking up his feet on the table.

Andrew ignores him and stands up. “I need to check on the muffins.” He’s been making strawberry cheesecake muffins in Warren’s mother’s kitchen.

God, you are such a fag.

It takes everything in him to stop him from saying it. He thinks it would be solidly over the line. He’d called Jonathan that slur before they met Andrew, but when it’s toward someone who literally meets the definition it’s not quite so kosher anymore. At least, out loud.  

They already never directly confronted him about his obvious homosexuality and let him be heteronormative as they felt it wasn’t their place to force him out of the closet. They discussed it in private. They did not discuss his just as obvious feelings for Warren however. But surely Jonathan can tell. Seagulls can tell.

A bit after Andrew leaves, Jonathan asks, “Do you know his birthday?”

Warren takes a sugar free gummy worm from the package and eats it. “Nope.”

“I thought it was in July or something.”

“At least you had a vague idea.”

Jonathan gets up on the sofa. “Or it already came and he’s testing us.”

Warren doesn’t much like being alone with Jonathan anymore. He’s made his loyalties clear. He’s a disappointing shock to the system after docile Andrew. 

“He’s not that diabolical,” Warren says. “Well evil, yes. Forward-thinking, no.”

Andrew comes back down the stairs. “Okay, they’re cooling. I think they turned out well.” He stands at the end of the stairs and twiddles his hands. “Guys, I really wanna find that witch’s eye.”

“Would be great in a muffin,” Warren says, going for another gummy worm. They’re truly awful.

Andrew laughs lightly. “It’s just, we’ve accomplished so much except this when I was really excited about it and worked so hard.” He looks at Warren, true apologetics in his eyes. “And I know you wanted to do it.”

He does. He only pretended to be blasé about it when Andrew first said he found the ritual to keep him on his toes. Warren doesn’t think Andrew really wants to do it personally though. He’s just trying to impress him. Jonathan definitely doesn’t want to do it. They’re both weak in that respect. They seem to think Buffy is deserving of respect. Honor in war and such. But Andrew does what’s necessary anyways, that’s what sets him apart.

Warren used to wish Jonathan was the gay one, but Andrew had been the right one all along. 

“I gotta go home for dinner,” Jonathan says, standing up. “I’m gonna take three of those muffins because you didn’t finish my foot.” He starts for the stairs.

“Two and a half!” Andrew calls up the steps at him. “Ugh.” Andrew picks up the nail polish and takes it over to the table where several other colors sit. His back is turned to Warren.

He takes them out of their jars and slides different colors over his fingers. “Don’t bully me, I’m not gonna keep these colors on. I just wanna play.”

So do I. Warren stands up and undoes his pants before reaching inside and jerking his cock. He thinks of Andrew standing unknowing, not thinking about what’s to come next. And how he’ll take all of it happily. His breathing roughens.

Warren approaches Andrew, bulge crowing his underwear, and rubs his erection on Andrew’s backside. The friction makes him sigh. He bends Andrew over the table and decides to have him right here, and he can. Andrew will let him. Andrew mentioned something yesterday about wearing a plug today. Warren keeps a bottle of lubricant in the lining of the sofa for times like these. God forbid Jonathan ever finds that. 

Warren pulls Andrew’s pants off and slathers him with lubricant in preparation to be fucked—like a whore. He designed April to love being fucked like a slut and Katrina who saw herself as a woman of class still loved being fucked like a whore at the end of the day. Warren thinks all women are like this, or should be. 

Andrew is his, his possession. His devotee, his dog, his cumdump.  

Warren slides his hand across Andrew's horizontal back. “My gorgeous fucktoy.”

Chapter Text

“I love you, Warren,” Andrew says from where he spoons Warren in his bed. 

Warren letting him be the big spoon is his latest victory. Andrew went from being touch starved to touch stuffed in such a short period of time. 

“Love you too, baby.”

Warren’s come around on multiple things now—including letting him stay overnight and taking off his shirt. Andrew has hope he’ll change his mind on giving him head and bottoming for him next. Andrew greatly enjoys his fleshlight, but he’s dying to see if it can compare to the real thing. 

“So you’re a twink, right?” Warren says suddenly. Andrew doesn’t respond. “You know what a twink is?”

“Yes. I just don’t really think—they’re usually very thin and as you know I no longer fit that description.”

“I think it fits you. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just a thing. Like having blond hair.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I think they’re usually bottoms too.”

I’m a versatile. Andrew can’t imagine if he tried topping he wouldn’t like it and would never want to do it again. Just the thought of penetrating someone sounds amazing to him. It’s what his dick was designed to do after all.

Andrew thinks he knows why Warren is so opposed to taking dick in any form, he thinks Warren finds it degrading and or emasculating. If that’s the case, then what does Warren think of Andrew for doing these things? He wants to believe it’s just his preference, but he’s grown more skeptical. 

Andrew just closes his eyes and imagines he’s fucking Warren in this position.

***

“No, the ocean is disgusting,” Warren says, departing the elevator.

“But I love a beach day,” Andrew says, following behind him. He wants the trio to take a special trip.

“Did you know the ocean is salty because of all the billions of fish that have died and rotted in it?”

“You don’t have to get in the water.”

“Just the smell of it makes me sick. We can have a pool day.”

Andrew pouts. “Pools are just discount beaches.”

“Yes,” Warren says as they stop in front of an apartment door. “That’s the beauty of them.”

Warren knocks on the door and they wait.

“Why do you hate fun?” Andrew asks.

“Andrew, I said we’ll have a pool day. We—”

The door opens. 

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Doc greets. 

“Hey, man,” Warren says.

“Nice to meet you,” Andrew says. Warren is standing in front of him so he can’t outstretch his hand for Doc to shake it. Great, now Andrew has to be impolite. 

Doc steps out of the way. “Come on in.”

They follow him inside and Andrew scans for the tail Warren told him about, but he doesn’t see it. He mostly came along this trip to see the tail. They go inside.

“I have some tea if you’re interested,” Doc says.

“No thanks,” Warren says. “Just the eye.”

“I have it right here,” Doc says, reaching into a drawer. He pulls out a ziploc bag with a large human eye with a root attached.

“That is wicked gross,” Andrew says.

Doc hands it to Warren and he scrutinizes it.

“It’s a blue eye,” Warren says. “Andrew, this is what your eye would look like gouged out.” He waves it in front of his face.

Andrew pushes it away. “No, stop!” He grows a bit nauseated.

Warren laughs and takes it back. “You’ll have to excuse Andrew, he’s a member of the female species.” He looks at Andrew. “Man up, dude.”

Andrew hates being told that. He was told that the whole time he was growing up.

“I have far more gross things than that,” Doc says. “I have his spleen too.”

“’His’?” Warren questions. “Our spell says ‘witch’s’ eye, will it work if it’s a warlock?”

Doc shrugs. “Witch is a gender neutral term.”

“Alright.” Warren puts the eye in his pocket. “This will do perfectly. Thanks.”

“Anything to make that slayer get what she deserves. I am happy to help.”

“Trust me, she will get exactly what she deserves.”

“Great. You sure you’re not interested in that tea?”

Andrew steps forward. “Well, I could—”

“No,” Warren says, putting an arm in front of him. “But thanks.”

“Spike wasn’t interested either,” Doc says. “He nearly took my eye out too.”

“Spike was here?” Andrew says, voice picking up. He warms thinking about him. “What did he want?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss my dealings with other people. Sorry.”

Silence falls for a moment before Andrew says, “Can we see your tail?”

Warren slaps Andrew’s stomach with the back of his hand. “Andrew, Jesus Christ.”

“What? It’s not rude, I’m sure he gets asked all the time.”

“I’m not showing you anything under my clothes until you buy me dinner first,” Doc says.

Andrew laughs. “Well, if you insist.”

Warren puts his hands on Andrew’s shoulders. “No, we’re leaving.” He starts to guide him toward the door. “See you next time, Doc.”

“Wait!” Doc says. “Before you go...” He takes a plastic tupperware container from a shelf and takes it to them. Warren lets his hands fall from Andrew’s shoulders. “I made too many blueberry scones.”

“Oh, sweet,” Warren says, accepting it. “Thanks.”

“I always wanted to make scones,” Andrew says. “Not blueberry because I hate them, but...”

“Oh, well if I had known that I’d have made something different,” Doc says.

“Aw, that’s so nice of you. The thing I wanna do is croissants but there’s so many steps involved.”

“It’s a complex process yes, I managed to pull it off once.”

“Really? How did—”
 
“We gotta go.” Warren puts a hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “We got that thing.”

“What thing?”

“Yeah, we’re already late.” He opens the door. “Bye!” After the door shuts, Warren says, “I hate when people give me tupperware because then it’s rude if I don’t bring it back.”

Andrew brushes his hand away. “You clearly don’t care about being rude.” They start down the hall.

“You bring it back and you can talk about croissants.”

“So what do you think Spike wanted?” Andrew asks.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s slayer-related. Always is with him.”

“He is like, so whipped.”

Andrew doesn’t actually much care for that term. He thinks it’s often used for men who simply love their female partners.

Warren snickers. “Yeah. You seemed happy he was around. So why is the bad boy thing so appealing to so many people? In school it was too, remember? And British accents, I don’t get that one either.”

Andrew is giggling like crazy. “Oh my god, you’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not. I just don’t get his appeal. Was more talking about the slayer than you.”

He touches his wrist as they reach the elevator. “No, it’s so cute. Continue.”

Warren presses the elevator button and the door opens. “Spike is a pussywhipped moron. He also wanted feet stuff with the Buffy bot.”

Andrew nods and they go inside. “You told us this multiple times. Thanks, by the way. For not keeping that to yourself because it’s so funny.” Andrew would do Spike’s foot fetish if he had the opportunity. He’s nothing if not adventurous.

Warren presses the first floor button and the door shuts. It slowly starts moving.

Warren darts behind Andrew and pulls him against him. It knocks the wind from Andrew’s lungs. “Would you blow me right here right now if we could find a way to keep those doors shut?” he says into his ear.

He quivers. “Yes.” His voice is small.

“Good. Because if we could keep the doors closed I would have you do that.”

Andrew thinks the jealousy got to him. It’s a scary thrill to see him like this. He wishes he could indeed blow him here because a bit of blood has trickled into his dick. 

“You can come home with me and suck my dick while I watch ESPN some more, how about that, baby?”

“Okay.”

Andrew feels Warren has grown a tad hard against him as Warren licks a line up his neck before lightly pushing him away. The doors open. Warren leaves while Andrew is frozen a moment, trying to gather his bearings. He finally follows after him.

Andrew finds it odd Warren calls Spike pussywhipped when Andrew recalls how much Warren used to talk about Katrina before her death. Not to mention the mind control stunt. Andrew remembers his jealousy over his clearly-lingering feelings for her. But now she’s dead and Warren is his. He smirks to himself as he follows Warren home.

***

The Zozo ritual will have to be in a few weeks as it needs a full moon to be performed. Andrew spent all day alone in Warren’s apartment as he left him there to see family. He wishes he would’ve just taken him along, but he seems averse to him meeting more of his family for some reason. 

Andrew caught up on sleep since the neighbor’s dog has been up to no good again. It means a lot to Andrew Warren lets him spend so much time alone in his home, that he trusts him this much. 

But he’s going to violate that trust because he’s been itching to check his browser history ever since the night he searched about somnophilia. And since then he's decided he was not assaulted, the resources there just didn't understand his and Warren's unique dynamic. He doesn't know why he gave so much credence to the notion. His tears were pointless.

Andrew sits at his desk and opens Internet Explorer. He misses Netscape. And he reflects on being a young teen and connecting with other science fiction fans on message boards on the school computer. For a while his only friends were online. He’s glad he connected with Warren and Jonathan when he did.

He also recalls seeing gay porn images on dial-up and how both sick and aroused it made him feel. There’s times he still feels sick about what he does with Warren but he knows that’s wrong, he thinks at least. 

He checks his browser history and finds mundane results at first, he’s mainly looking for what kind of porn he’s viewing. He finds one porn result and he clicks on the link. It’s a video of a man roughly fucking a woman in missionary. He periodically slaps her face.

Slapping? Of the face? Andrew’s not sure if he would like that. He loves spanking but it’s left a few mild bruises on his ass and he wouldn’t like bruises on his face. Still, if Warren asked, he would agree to try it. He wonders why he hasn’t if it’s indeed something he likes.

He finds more porn results—a lesbian orgy of four women. One fingers the other with long fake nails. Ouch. He knows if Warren waits too long to trim his nails it doesn’t feel good. He finds a few results of Asian women. Warren expressed having ‘yellow fever’ once or twice before. Andrew doesn’t understand having races as preferences but it’s whatever.

He doesn’t mind him still looking at porn since he himself still does. He may have been if he looked it at very often or in large amounts but it doesn’t look like he does. Maybe a few videos and images every other day or so. Which is Andrew’s average as well. 

The other results are of things they already do. The slapping is the only eyebrow-raising one he can find. He breathes a sigh of relief. Not bad at all. He could have found much worse. He scrolls back further when he hears Warren’s car. He quickly deletes his own browser history and closes Internet Explorer. He moves to the couch and unmutes the TV.

Warren opens the door. “Hey man, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s fine, I’m just happy to see you.”

He goes over and sits next to him. “Family was insane.”

“I know how that goes.” He puts his hand over his and kisses his cheek. “I cleaned your bathroom while you were gone.” 

Warren had not-so-subtly encouraged Andrew help clean. Warren’s never been a messy person so there’s never much to do but he's done various things like unload the dishwasher, sweep, vacuum, and wash laundry. He figures it’s nice to help him out when needed.

“Nice. Thanks.” He grabs the remote and turns off the TV. “I have a surprise for you. Let’s go to my room.”

“A surprise! What is it?”

“Well, if I tell you it’s not a surprise.” He stands. “Let’s go.”

Andrew follows Warren to his room. 

“Take off your pants and lie on the bed,” Warren says, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Andrew thinks he may about to be slapped as he starts taking off his pants. “Can I have a clue?”

“It’s nothing weird I promise.”

Is slapping classed as weird?

Andrew removes his pants and underwear and lies on his back on the bed. 

Warren moves to hover over him. He kisses him deeply for a moment, which stirs Andrew beneath his skin. 

“Close your eyes,” Warren says “And I mean really keep them closed.”

Andrew gulps. “Okay.” He shuts his eyes.

He feels Warren move on the bed and feels his hand grip the base of his dick. He’s still expecting to be slapped when he feels something warm and wet around the head of his dick, followed by the most incredible pressure. It feels like what he imagines a blowjob would feel like. Except that would never happen. Is this some toy? No. It is a blowjob. His eyes fly open to Warren indeed sucking his dick.

“What are you doing!?” Andrew cries.

Warren stops his sucking. “You wanted this, remember?”

“But you didn’t. What about your TMJ?”

“My jaw’s been extra stretchy lately. This is fine.”

“Are you sure?” 

Warren breathes a laugh. “Yes, Andrew. I’m sure. That’s why I’m doing it. Now let me continue.”

Andrew forgets why he’s arguing. He does want this. Badly. “Yes. Definitely. Go on.”

Warren starts sucking the tip again and Andrew whines. 

“Take it further in,” Andrew says. Warren takes it half way into his mouth and sucks it up and down. “Oh god, Warren...” 

He had wondered if blowjobs aren’t as great as he imagined they are but they are indeed. They’re everything he dreamed of. He pets Warren’s hair like he does him and he thinks he gets why he does it now. It feels like ownership. Like he’s his pet. Feeling that level of ownership over Warren is new to him and he loves it. 

Warren takes him as far into his mouth as he can and sucks up and down its length. Andrew repeats Warren’s name and fists his hand in his dark hair. Andrew feels as if he’s lifted off the bed and floating on a pink cloud. He shuts his eyes and lets sensation take him. 

He starts thrusting lightly into his mouth and emits a moan. He had wanted to face fuck Warren for so long.

When he grows close, he grips Warren’s hair harder and his hips stutter. He fills his mouth as he comes. His fingers loosen. Warren removes himself and Andrew sees him swallow. A delightful thing to witness. To now know his cum is inside Warren makes him tingle.

“You better not ask if that was good,” Andrew says.

Warren breathes a laugh. “No, never. Neither of us would ever do that.”

Warren moves up beside Andrew and kisses him. “Did you know there are magic poppers?”

“Yeah, I thought about using them but figured it was a cheat code that’d hurt me in the long run.”

Warren kisses his shoulder. “Well, I’m impatient, so...”

Andrew thinks he wants him to use them, and he doesn’t need them so he is confused. Then he gets it.

“Do you mean...?”

Warren smiles. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure you’re not under a spell or something?”

“A spell that makes me wanna take dick? C’mon.”

“You just seemed so opposed to it.”

“Can’t a guy change his mind? I just feel more comfortable with you all the time.”

Andrew smiles. “I feel the same with you.”

“So let’s shower and eat and get to it.”

Andrew feels like it’s Christmas and he got a new Chewbacca action figure.

They take a shower and Warren shows him how well the magic poppers work. Andrew fingers him a little, but Warren wants him to save it for after dinner. They reheat leftover chicken stir-fry Andrew made a few nights prior and eat it. Warren recounts family antics to him and Andrew is barely paying attention because he wants his refractory period to have passed already. He hardly tastes dinner, and he makes a very good stir-fry.

“So,” Andrew begins as they settle back on the bed, “how do you feel about spanking and pinning your arm and stuff?”

“I feel good about it,” Warren replies.

Andrew grins. “Good.” He crawls toward him and kisses him. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Kiss. “Both these things.” Kiss. “It’s driven me crazy.” Kiss.

“I know, I could tell.” Warren pulls his shirt over his head. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

Andrew runs his hands over Warren’s chest and arms. “No, no, it’s okay.” He takes off his own shirt. “And calling you a slut and degrading you?”

Warren removes his underwear. “Do it.”

Andrew grins again. The thought of it all is pooling blood between his legs. He removes his own underwear. “Lie down.”

Warren lies on his back and Andrew hovers over him, kissing him. “I wanna fuck you missionary then doggy.” Just the thought of fucking Warren doggy-style has him desperate for touch. “Warren, touch me.”

Warren starts jerking him off and Andrew hums into Warren’s mouth. He already feels himself slipping into a more dominant role. He thinks he should jerk off Warren, but when the roles are reversed Warren usually only touches Andrew’s dick when he asks. So he lets it be. 

“Grab the lube,” Andrew says. Warren fetches it from his nightstand and Andrew takes it. “Thanks. I have ideas.” He starts kissing and licking Warren’s neck and down his chest.

He licks until he feels a hair on his tongue. This is the second or third time that’s happened. He stops to remove it. 

Andrew huffs. “Warren, you shouldn’t be losing this much hair.”

“Crybaby,” Warren says.

Andrew frowns. “Who you calling a crybaby? This is annoying and takes me out of it.”

“You should hit me. I’m being such an asshole.” He lifts his legs far up. Enough to reveal part of his ass.

Andrew smiles wide. “Okay.” He smacks the visible part of his ass. He smiles wider. 

“You can go harder than that.”

Andrew thinks back on Warren telling him to man up and hits him harder. A rush jolts through him. 

“Ouch. Good job.” He puts his legs down. “You’re not hitting like a girl.”

“Did that really hurt?”

“Yes?”

“No, I mean like really bad?”

“I’m not crying, am I?”

Andrew can’t imagine Warren crying. He thinks he probably never does. He almost asks but stopping sex to ask if he cries would be laughable. Maybe after.

“Put your legs back up and spread them,” Andrew says. 

He pops the cap from the bottle of lube and gets in between his legs. He slathers a generous amount on his fingers and Warren’s entrance. He slides two fingers inside and pumps them in and out. He curls them upward and finds when he showed him earlier his prostate is located. Warren’s breathing increases.

Andrew leans down and takes the head of his dick in his mouth. 

Warren’s hand flies to Andrew’s hair. “Oh fuck, oh god.” 

His cock swells every time Warren is vocal. And his vocal performance doesn’t stop. He keeps exclaiming and fisting Andrew’s hair, even saying his name. Andrew moans around his cock that touches the back of his throat. He rubs his own dick for relief and to be totally hard when he enters him. 

A wave of desperation washes over him. He needs his cock to be inside him—now.

Andrew removes his mouth. “I gotta fuck you.” 

He removes his fingers and adds more lube to his dick. He leans down over Warren with his arms planted on either side. Andrew positions his cock at his entrance as Warren spreads himself open. He then pushes inside. 

You wanted me to man up. He almost says it out loud. 

It’s warm and tight—tighter than his and Warren’s hand grip. He’s not sure how he feels about it. The tightness doesn’t grasp his entire dick, which may be for the best. 

He starts thrusting gently. Magic poppers or not Warren’s still new to this and he wants to take care. After a few moments, he gets used to the tightness and starts melting into it. He’s still only putting half his dick inside him as he’s paranoid about damages. But Warren goes balls-deep inside him and they never have any issue. Warren does sometimes go too rough though. 

“Oh god,” Warren cries, snaking a hand around his cock. “Go deeper, baby. You feel so good, I feel so full.”

Andrew knows the feeling and loves giving it to him. It occurs to him this can’t happen in heterosexual dynamics. You can’t give the exact same experience to each other sexually. Andrew finds this a shame. Sharing this makes him feel so close to Warren.

"It's so tight," Andrew says.

"I know," Warren says a bit breathlessly.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Andrew says, though he feels a bit awkward saying it. Is that what he's supposed to say next? And he seldom says that curse word, so it sounds strange on his tongue. It’s better than chest hair at least.

He takes Warren in a sloppy kiss.  “Do you love taking it?”

“Fuck yes,” Warren replies.

Andrew smiles and kisses his neck. “Good. This is what you’re good for.”

Warren says this to him too, and it turns him on—except the few times he worries in the back of his mind he means it. That dumb paranoia he can’t shake. Then he remembers all the times Warren has shown he loves him, like with the Tardis keychain he surprised him with a few days ago, and his worry disappears. 

Andrew thrusts faster. “God, you’re so sexy.”

Warren’s a mess below him and he scratches Andrew’s back. It stings.

Andrew’s arms grow tired of holding him up. Warren mentioned that happens before. 

Andrew pulls out. “Turn over.” 

Warren promptly rolls over and gets face-down ass-up. It’s a good look for him. He puts Warren’s shirt beneath him and has a flash of worry he’s hexed again. He can’t imagine Warren ever doing this, he knows him. But then again he’s softened on so much else he initially wouldn’t do. He pushes the doubt away and re-enters him. He slaps his ass a few times.

Andrew reaches around and strokes Warren’s dick with one hand and pins his arm behind his back with the other. After a bit, he starts leaking onto his hand. Andrew takes it as a victory. 

“Almost,” Warren utters breathlessly, barely audible. 

The power Andrew has to have brought him to this level of undone is immense. He loves it. The only power he ever had was summoning demons. But the power there was not ever actually his. It was in the demons he brought forth. To subdue someone as authoritative as Warren feels like he could conquer the world.

Warren shudders and spills onto his moving hand and his shirt. Witnessing Warren’s orgasm is enough to bring him close to the edge.

“Oh fuck, Warren...” He squeezes his wrist and puts his other hand over Warren’s mouth. He comes with a gasping moan, filling his insides. 

They collapse beside one another. 

“That kind of coming is amazing, isn’t it?” Andrew asks as he tries to catch his breath. Topping is so labor intensive. And Warren didn’t finger himself to orgasm before, making this his first prostate orgasm. Andrew loves that he’s responsible for it.

“Yeah,” Warren says, then sits up. “I don’t like being wet. I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

Andrew sits up as well. “Lemme help you. I made the mess.”

Warren takes his messed shirt on their way to the bathroom and throws it in the laundry hamper. They clean and dress. 

Andrew starts out the room because he wants more stir-fry when Warren grips his wrist. His touch is gentle as opposed to the harsh grabs he usually offers.

“I just wanted to say; you love the darkest parts of me,” Warren says, voice soft. “Thank you for that.”

Andrew warms fiercely. He’d always wanted appreciation for how he loves Warren despite everything. It takes a lot of willpower to overlook his dark parts but he does it every day. Andrew knows Warren doesn’t like most people, but he likes him. He makes him feel special. 

Andrew gazes into his warm brown eyes. “Of course. And that will never change.”

Warren kisses him softly, barely grazing his lips. He wishes he’d kiss him like this more often.

Warren separates. “Okay, let’s eat again.”

***

Andrew wakes up with Warren’s head resting on his shoulder. Andrew smiles. He strokes Warren’s hair who then stirs. Andrew kisses the end of his nose.

Warren opens his eyes. “Andrew...”

“Hi.” He brushes Warren’s wrist with his fingertips.

Warren sits up. “What time is it?”

Andrew switches around the clock. He puts it facing the other way so he doesn’t obsess over what time he falls asleep. “Eleven thirty-eight.” In Andrew’s world, that’s waking early.

“You let me sleep too late.”

“Sorry. You just looked peaceful.”

Warren moves like he’s going to get out of bed when he stops. “Andrew...”

“Yes?”

“Please tell me I dreamed last night.”

A dagger pierces his heart. “What do you mean?”

He turns back towards him. “You know what I mean. I think I was hexed.”

Andrew’s throat grows dry. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

That was the closest he’s ever felt to Warren. It was the first time he saw real vulnerability from him. To know it wasn’t real and was just some spell puts a hole in his gut. He thought he had made real progress. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever see it now. 

“How do you not realize!?” he snaps. “On what planet would I ever want to do any of that? It’s humiliating.”

Another knife to his heart. “Humiliating? Should I be humiliated?”

He sighs curtly. “No, Andrew, because you’re you. I am not you.”

“I don’t understand.” He does. But he wants him to say it.

“You know what I mean.” He gets off the bed. “It was those scones. Doc. I have to fucking kill him. Not figuratively.”

“No, wait!” Andrew says, hurrying off the bed. “With what? How?”

“There’s plenty of weapons in the lair.” He goes for his dresser and pulls out a pair of pants before pulling them on. 

Andrew rushes over and grabs his shoulder. “Stop and let’s plan first at least. Please. He’s a warlock demon and you’re not.”

Warren pauses. “Why do you think he did this?”

“Maybe he was bored.” Andrew too knows creating chaos when bored is certainly enjoyable.

“You had nothing to do with it, right?”

His face twists. “Of course not.”

“Because I know how sad your poor unsucked dick was.” Warren leans in closer. “And you, you have a way with demons. You decide to make me your bitch because you have laughable fantasies of being leader.”

Andrew shakes his head rapidly. “No, no, no. Warren, I tried to talk you out of it. And come on, does that sound like me?”

It sounds like you.

And Andrew certainly wouldn’t have done it if he had known. If Katrina was right then what Andrew did counts as rape, he thinks even if he didn’t know he was under a spell. This realization brings tears to his eyes. But the irony is not lost on him. 

“I’m so sorry,” Andrew says, voice quaking. “I really thought... You’d softened on other things like sleeping over and no shirts. I thought you changed your mind, really.” He falls to his knees, wraps his arms around Warren’s waist, and buries his face against him. Tears stain his shirt. “I’m sorry. I—I think I raped you.”

Warren scoffs. “For crying out loud Andrew, you didn’t rape me. Degraded and humiliated me, yes. Raped me, no.”

He sniffles. “You promise?”

Warren tentatively pats his head. “Yes, I promise.”

“Okay. But I still feel like I violated you. You didn’t want that.” He waits to feel Warren's erection against him but he doesn't. Maybe he's too upset to be aroused by his tears?

“I’m always down for sex with you, just not that kind.” He pauses. “If anyone violated me it’s Doc.”

Andrew is not convinced of his own innocence, but he lets Warren believe he is. He climbs to his feet. “Then let’s kill Doc.”

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Degraded. Used. Defiled. Small. Andrew became a man at least, but at what cost? He keeps tasting his dick on his tongue. It tasted as if he’d sucked on his thumb. He knows because he regularly sucked his thumb until he was six. He keeps feeling his cock in his mouth and in his ass. What’s worse is he had enjoyed it, very much so.

But what’s even worse than that is that Warren just lay there and took it. At least take an active role! He didn’t even wrap his legs around him he just spread them in the air. Why did he do that? Even Andrew throws it back most of the time. This spell was somehow designed to make it just as humiliating as possible, was that its purpose? To just humiliate its victim? Because it worked. What’s more humiliating than putting your ass in the air?

After eating the scones, Warren was overcome with this insatiable need to have a dick inside him. It was as strong as his desire for power, and he could not ignore it even if it went against his very being. 

At least Andrew didn’t finish on his face. Not that he could very well as his cum more seeps out than shoots like Warren’s does. Thank god for small favors. He doesn’t blame Andrew to any terrible degree. To want what he does is natural and understandable. 

But Warren keeps having a sick desire as much as he tries to suppress it to do it again. The orgasm he had truly was something to behold. At the cost of his dignity. But he dares not go there again. He can hardly face Andrew, all the power and dominion he had had over him gone. He’s racking his brain for ways to regain that power over him and he has some ideas. 

Andrew thought he raped him, and to leverage that guilt over him would’ve probably made Andrew lick the bottom of his shoe. But that would mean pretending to be a victim of something like that and he couldn’t bear to even feign to be. He was not sexually assaulted, he’d never let something like that happen to him. Though he does feel a bit violated. 

He is determined for answers so he is at Doc’s apartment. Not to kill him, just to talk. The killing will come later. Andrew definitely does not know he is here. He’d try to talk him out of it and might succeed if he used his big blue puppy eyes. 

Warren pounds on the door. No reply, so he pounds again. It opens immediately.

“Are you here for croissant tips?” Doc asks.

“You know why I’m here. Why did you do it? What kind of enchantment was it?”

He’s silent for a moment, staring him dead on. “It’s an enchantment that makes you hate yourself. And since you look so happy I can assume it worked.”

“And why?”

“Why would I test it on myself?“

His heart rate increases. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Nothing. Except I liked your friend better than you. Happy he wouldn’t have eaten any. Did anyone else try them?”

“No.”

“What made you hate yourself, anyways?” He raises his hand. He’s a smug bastard and Warren wants to pound it out of him. “I won’t tell.”

“It’s none of your business.”

He leans forward and inhales. “Oh dear, you smell like sex.”

He goes white. “What!?”

“I see now. You let your girlish friend emasculate you.”

No, no way can he live knowing this.

He hands lunge for his throat but before he can apply any pressure Doc’s fist finds Warren’s eye and his knee finds his groin. A flash of intense pain cascades over him that turns all that he is and ever was into agony. 

Warren is hunched over, one hand on each pain center, when Doc pushes him by the shoulders. He stumbles backwards and falls sitting up with his knees bent. 

“You know,” Doc begins putting his hand on the door, “clinging to old ideas of masculinity isn’t good for you.” He calmly shuts the door. He hears it lock.

Says the man who hits another man in the groin.

Fucking pussy.

Warren lies a minute longer, still holding his eye and groin as the pain subsides a tiny bit, enough to gather his bearings and stand up. He tries to kick the door down. Again. And again. Fury blazes in his blood with each kick but doesn’t budge. His foot hurts. Must be enchanted or Andrew topping him depleted him of all his masculine strength.

He stands there for a long time, pain throbbing as he slowly finds a bit of calm. But he feels even further small at the fact he bested him in a fight rather than with magic. Though he certainly has more strength than the average human. Definitely more than any old man. 

His first instinct after coming down is he needs to see Andrew. Andrew will coddle him as he had all times before when he was injured and he needs the comfort. He also intends to tell his mother, though he will leave out the why.

***

“Warren!” Andrew exclaims when he sees him on his sofa. He rushes over and sits beside him. “You’re bruising already.” He touches his temple before pulling him into a hug. Already he feels much better. “Poor baby, are you okay?”

“Better now.”

He separates from him. “Good. Do you have peas or an ice pack?”

“Ice pack in the freezer I think.”

 Andrew gets up. “Why aren’t you using it?” He goes to the fridge.

I wanted you to do it.

“Forgot it till just now.”

Andrew fetches the ice pack and returns. “Where should I put this?”

“Eye. It actually hurts more. I don’t think he hit my balls as hard.” Andrew places the pack over his eye. 

“Maybe he was trying to do you a kindness, like in his mind, by hitting you less hard there?”

“What kind of pussy excuse for a man hits another man in the balls?”

Actually, that is the very thing Warren could see Andrew doing. But well, he doesn’t have a lot of options being as his fighting skills are below average. 

“Well, he is a demon. No honor amongst thieves and all. I think honor amongst thieves is a better trope though.”

“You’re talking about in fiction.”

“Yes.”

“I’m talking about real life, Andrew.”

He nods along. “Okay, okay... Did he stun you with something magical?”

Warren wants to believe he did. That he wasn’t beaten up by an old man without the use of some magic. But he honestly doubts it. 

“Maybe.” The ice soothes his wound. “You know, you’d make a good nurse.” 

He chuckles. “I could wear a white hat and skirt.”

“No, really. You would.”

His eyes warm. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe in a life where I’m not reigning as a king in this city.”

As if you’re not the queen. Or princess.

“So, you know,” Warren starts, “about what happened—before this.” He gestures at his eye. 

“’What happened?’”

“You know.”

He will not be forced to say ‘you topped me’ out loud. 

“What about it?”

“I was thinking, if you want to make it up to me and also make me feel better right now, you should let me do whatever I want with you.” He simpers mildly. “All the time.”

“Whatever?” His voice is high.

“Yeah. I won’t do anything really weird, I promise.” He caresses his hair. He’s learned caressing his hair is the secret to success.

His hold on the ice pack falters. “O—okay.” He smiles a strained smile. He probably thinks he’s gonna piss on him. Andrew looks so scared, it’s cute. He’s not planning on anything truly weird, but to know he now has the power to do whatever he wants with him... Warren’s cock stiffens a bit.

“And I know we already kinda did this, but I also get to have you whenever I want.”

“Okay,” Andrew says. “I liked that.”

Andrew does like it. Warren didn’t think he would but being reduced to a sex object Warren can use anytime actually seems to turn him on. 

“What I wanna do now is you suck me off while I watch hentai.”

Warren has taken to watching hentai lately. Specifically ones where tentacle monsters trap women and despite their initial protests, start fucking them. They always come around to loving it and he doesn’t like the ones where the initial resisting is too violent. That’s just tacky.

“Hentai. Okay. Will you get me off while I watch porn?”

“Of course, baby,” Warren says. “You know I’m good for it.”

Andrew's smile is less strained this time. “Okay. Cool.”

“I also wanna slap you in the face.”

His expression remains unchanged. “Slap me in the face. Sure.”

He seems unsurprised by this. Meaning he’s checked his browser history, as he expected he might. He made sure to delete anything truly incriminating like his searches about having good sex with people you’re not attracted to.

“Actually, I wanna try it now,” Warren says. “Brace yourself.” He takes the ice pack from Andrew’s grip and places it on the back of the couch.

Andrew nods. “Just... not as hard as you spank me. Please.”

“Of course, kitten. We can’t have you with marks on your face.” 

He slaps him mildly, keeping his attention on his cheek as he did actually research it some and he doesn’t want to damage his hearing. Someone hard of hearing can’t properly warn him of any threats. 

Andrew’s head whips to the side and Warren’s dick grows. His skin tingles. 

Warren smiles. “That was good.”

“Yeah,” Andrew says placidly. “It was alright.”

Warren tenderly rubs the area he hit. “I think you’ll like it more when you’re turned on.” He unfastens Andrew’s pants and slips his hand inside before taking out his cock. He kisses his neck. “You haven’t associated it with sex yet.” He starts stroking his dick.

Andrew wraps his arms around him. “I kinda... associate it with middle and high school.” Between the three of them, Andrew bore the brunt of it.

He licks at his skin. “Right, yeah. So let’s retrain your brain.” Andrew lets out a low hum in his throat. 

Warren pulls back and slaps him across the face again, a tad harder than before.

“That was a little better,” Andrew says.

“I wanna jerk you off in your sleep too. Wouldn’t that be a nice way to wake up?”

Andrew shrugs. “Sure.” 

“Now show me what kinda porn you wanna watch during.”

Warren usually doesn’t like getting Andrew off first, but he’s very curious as to what he watches. 

They get up for the computer desk and Warren grabs another chair for himself. Andrew’s touch on the keyboard is light, tentative. 

He pulls up a website Warren also uses. Warren has never seen man on man porn before, but he did consider looking it up out of curiosity to see what gay sex looks like for other men. 

Andrew enters the search parameters and clicks on a result. He skips around to show what happens.

It’s three larger men fucking another slim man with light brown hair. They use him as a cumdump, leaving him in a sea of white and looks like he’s dissociating or something. If this is the kind of thing Andrew is into maybe Warren hasn’t been the one corrupting him after all and he’s a freak all on his own. 

“You wanna be gangbanged?’’ Warren asks.

Andrew looks down. “Yes.”

“How long you been into this?”

“Years.”

So no, not Warren’s corruption. 

Andrew pans back to the start of the sex in the video and lets it play.

Warren rolls his chair closer and grips Andrew’s cock. It’s times like these Warren is grimly reminded that Andrew’s cock is slightly larger than his. He does his best to ignore it. Andrew scoots closer and lets Warren jerk him off and lick at his neck. Warren does get kind of tired of neck action. Not to mention hair caressing, but it’s a necessary evil. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” Warren says as the light brown-haired man is fucked anally from behind by the first man. The first top slaps the bottom’s ass and calls him a whore. How familiar.

The bottom makes a lot of porny sounds like Andrew does. Warren’s pretty sure Andrew just imitates porn but he’s not sure if it’s consciously or subconsciously. 

Andrew kisses Warren deeply and eagerly. He likes when he gets impassioned like this. Shows how much Andrew wants him. 

Warren pulls away, shared saliva wetting his lips, and slaps Andrew across his cheek. Warren feels his dick swell as he imagines fucking him in missionary and slapping him silly.  

“Oh god, Warren,” Andrew says as he lays his head on Warren’s shoulder, but still watches the video. 

The bottom is fucked by the second man now. He takes it like a champ though. Warren speeds up his jerking. Andrew does his porn star sounds as he comes, spilling onto Warren’s hand. Some lands on the chair and floor. 

Andrew catches his breath and actually drools a little onto Warren’s shoulder. He drools in his sleep too.

“Wasn’t that nice?” Warren asks, putting an arm around him. 

The bottom is getting ready to be fucked by the third man, but Warren presses pause.

“Yes.”

Warren finds the hentai site and Andrew lifts his head. He actually told Andrew about the hentai he likes.

“Is this the tentacle rape?” Andrew asks.

“It’s not—” Warren sighs curtly. “It’s not rape. It’s rapey, but not actual rape.”

He considers what he tried to do to Katrina the same thing. Rape is a strong word and he would never actually commit it. 

“Just get on the floor,” Warren says.

Andrew gets on his knees. Just the sight of him doing that is enough to send a shot of fresh blood to Warren’s dick every time. 

“You look so good on your knees,” Warren says, running a hand through his light hair.

Andrew smiles a little. “I know I do. I like to be on them.”

When Andrew dropped to his knees crying because he felt he had raped him, it was pretty funny. The man can be so melodramatic. He thinks life is a movie or comic book about grand displays of emotion.

Warren slaps Andrew where he kneels, causing Warren’s breath to skip. Andrew holds the base of Warren’s dick and expertly sucks the head. Warren presses play on the video. A brunette woman is trapped on a rock as a sea creature tears off her dress leaving her totally nude. Andrew sucks half way up his cock as a tentacle teases her legs open. 

The subtitles read ‘I’m not sure I...’ as she speaks softly. The first tentacle tip edges her pussy and the other fondles her breast. The physical and visual stimulation has Warren’s nerves buzzing as he hardens like lightning. 

“Oh yeah,” Warren says, pulling Andrew’s hair roughly. “Take it all in.”

Andrew does so and Warren’s breath hitches as another tentacle penetrates her ass. One finds her mouth next. She has a total of four tentacles on her and she starts screaming in high pitched wails of pleasure. 

Warren never thought he’d fantasize he was sea creature but here he is. 

“Oh baby...”

He nears the edge soon, if he were a screamer he’d be screaming right now. He relishes seeing this woman ruined as his cock hits the back of Andrew’s throat. Who he forgets is a person and not just a hole his dick is currently in. His focus is on the woman. 

“Oh my god,” he cries before he finishes, thrusting roughly into Andrew’s mouth.

Andrew pops off and swallows as the woman has her first of what will be many orgasms in the video. 

“That was fucking awesome,” Warren says, laughing. The endorphins wash away the pain in his eye and groin. 

“You came faster than usual,” Andrew says.

“I really like hentai.” 

He hopes it’s not suspicious, as in why would he come faster watching porn than he does just with Andrew. Is he not visually stimulated enough when he’s with him?

Andrew lays his head on Warren’s knee and gazes up at him. “You’re so sexy when you’re enjoying yourself.” 

“I told you I wouldn’t do anything truly weird. You like it.” He’s much like the hesitant woman in the video. He can’t resist Warren no matter what he throws at him. 

“It was fun.”

Warren feels his power over him has returned. He’s certainly grown more fond of Andrew since sleeping with him than he had been. Because now he sees who he truly is and how willing and eager he is to be a well-trained puppy. That and he’s a simply great fuck.

Andrew cooks dinner; veggie enchiladas which he goads Warren into helping him with. Warren hates cooking, so Andrew must be his soft spot. They play video games before they shower and go off to bed. Warren of course spoons Andrew as he always does. Andrew expects it. Andrew is very cuddly and Warren indulges him. He actually likes the body contact. He would just rather it be with a curvy female shape. 

Warren lies there in comfortable silence with him and knows he can tell Andrew literally anything and he will still love him. And he has something for his attention.

“Can I tell you something?” Warren asks.

“Sure.” Andrew’s voice is full of warmth. Love. He wants to hear it go cold.

“I have this fantasy—of when we defeat the slayer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I beat her to a pulp and she’s so impressed she begs to blow me and get roughly fucked by me. After that I kill her.”

Warren’s not even attracted to Buffy, he’s really not that into blondes. It’s about the power he’d have over her—conquest over a powerful woman. His conquest over Andrew is great but not as fulfilling as over a strong woman would be. Andrew as feminine as he is is still a man.

Andrew is silent a moment. “...Oh. Okay.” There’s the chill. “I mean that’s… understandable.” 

“You’re lying. You think that’s totally fucked.”

“No, no, we all have dark desires.”

“What are yours?”

Warren’s thinks his own dark desires are ultimately Andrew’s as well.

“I mean, you know, like the school play.”

“No, something you haven’t done.” 

Warren doesn’t think Andrew has any of his own. There’s no true malice in his heart.

“Maybe I don’t have any.”

“Not even against the kids who bullied you?”

“Maybe.”

“We could do that, you know.” 

“I just wanna move past it. Doing that makes it matter more than I want it to.”

Warren strokes Andrew’s hair. “That’s fair. You’re probably right.”

“I always am.”

Warren wishes he could love Andrew sometimes, it would probably bring him a lot of fulfillment. But that would prove a distraction from his goals of power—the fulfillment he really wants. Not to mention loved ones become targets for enemies of you and said power. 

Sometimes when he spoons him he silently mouths ‘I don’t love you.’ He imagines his reaction if he actually said those words, how broken it would leave him. He’s always happy with this because it shows how much power he has over him. The exact amount he wants to have.

Warren gets a whiff of Andrew’s sweet pea and lilac body wash. He brought it along as he doesn’t like Warren’s simple Ivory bar soap. He also smells his face moisturizer he keeps here. It smells fresh, he thinks like green apple. He smells like a woman. 

Warren feels himself harden a little. Andrew agreed to let him have him whenever he wants. And he tells Andrew to always be prepped and ready. That may be bad for his ass but it’s whatever. He’ll live and there’s healing spells if something goes wrong. 

Warren wordlessly pulls down his underwear and presses his dick further against him. He licks across Andrew’s neck. 

“Get in doggy position,” Warren says. “Face up.”

Foreplay is nice a lot of the time, he really does like it. But sometimes he just wants to fuck with no fanfare. 

Andrew pulls off his underwear and Warren does the same with his. 

Warren sits up on his knees as Andrew gets on all fours. He loves watching Andrew do what he says. And he has the power to make him do probably anything. Warren’s breathing comes roughly.

“Good boy. You’re so well-behaved.” 

Like the dog you are.

Even in Warren’s head, that sounds especially mean. He will definitely not say that out loud. He’ll call him fat and a girl but not a dog, he has some tact. 

He lays Andrew’s underwear below him. He can just wear a clean pair of Warren’s boxers after this. Andrew wears his clothes and sometimes vice versa. Andrew still hasn’t given back a shirt. Which is fine, Warren’s not attached to any article of clothing he has. 

He reaches for the lubricant in his nightstand. Silicone. The texture weirds him out but it does its job well. He slathers it on Andrew’s entrance and his own dick. He smacks his ass before he enters him. He's greeted by the warm, tight, and wet hug that is his rear. He's grown to like how it feels more since being with Andrew. Though it still can't compare to a pussy. He takes a hold of his dick before he starts fucking him at a moderate pace. Andrew thrusts back against him. 

“Warren, touch me,” Andrew says impatiently. 

Warren honestly forgets he needs to be doing that a lot of the time. 

He eventually goes too hard—Andrew tells him so. And he feels sick for this but he’s been doing it on purpose because it’s started to turn him on, being told it hurts or is too rough. But he always eases up, he’s not a monster. 

“Oh yeah,” Warren says with a smile as Andrew’s ass squeezes his dick. The hentai he watched earlier keeps flashing through his mind and spurring him on. 

Warren grips Andrew’s hair and pulls his head back. Warren remembers a girl in elementary school who would carry her dolls around by their hair. Andrew is definitely his doll of sorts. 

Warren proceeds to call him all sorts of names, everything except a dog. Though he is itching to do it. 

He feels himself near and swears before shuddering and filling Andrew's insides. He pulls out and slaps his ass one final time, liking to hit him the hardest on the last slap. He fingers Andrew next, his fingers going squish at the cum that’s inside. He finds his prostate and strokes his dick while Andrew makes his porn star noises. Andrew comes all over his underwear.

Warren removes his fingers and takes Andrew’s underwear to his laundry hamper. Andrew joins him and they clean up before Andrew takes a pair of his underwear and puts them on. They go back to bed and Warren spoons Andrew once more. 

When single Warren had much missed having sex and going to sleep. One of the best feelings is to fall asleep underneath the afterglow. 

***

Warren, Andrew, and Jonathan stand around a new painting Jonathan hung in the trio’s lair; a woman with two tigers on either side of her as she holds a spear. She is scantily clad, her top barely covers her breasts. 

“This is great,” Warren says. “Do you have a waterproof version of it?”

“No, Warren,” Jonathan says, “This art is not something to jack off to. Why can’t you be normal about a woman’s breasts?”

“I am the one being normal. I am having a normal reaction to this.”

“She’s so hot,” Andrew says weakly. They look at him. “The girl, the woman.” He gestures at the art.

“The female form isn’t just for lust,” Jonathan says to Warren.

“You’re totally pounding off to this at night,” Warren says.

“Why would I do that instead of to actual porn?”

“Didn’t you complain about your dial-up connection?”

Jonathan turns to Andrew. “Andrew, what do you think?”

Andrew blinks. “What?”

“You—what do you think?”

“I mean, I think—you know, a woman’s body is kinda inherently sexual.”

Jonathan lets out an exasperated sigh. “No, you don’t, and no it’s not.”

Warren moves closer to Andrew. “Andrew, I’m not gonna cry if you disagree with me on something stupid like this. You’re being a brown nose again.”

“Okay, fine,” Andrew says. “Then I think there’s a difference between art and pornography and you know porn when you see it but this is art. Not for masturbatory fantasies.”

“And if I find art worthy of masturbation?” Warren asks.

“Then your brain is rotted,” Jonathan says.

“What was the artist’s name again? Frank Fernando?”

“Frank Frazetta.”

“Well he paints well. I will enjoy this.”

“Now you ruined it.” Jonathan reaches for the painting. “I’m taking it down.”

“No!” Andrew exclaims. “Keep it. It’s sexy, sensual, but not objectifying. And her boobs aren’t unnaturally big or anything.”

Jonathan lets go of the picture. “Okay fine, you’re tiebreaker. It stays. And I agree.”

He smiles. “Yay.”

“So everyone’s happy, yes?” Warren asks. “Who wants to be happier?” He grins.

“I do!” Andrew says. Jonathan is quiet. He’s wearing this stupid smirk he’s had on every since seeing Warren’s black eye. He lied to him about how he got it, of course. He said he was mugged.

“I made contact with some of our demon friends in Vegas and they have for us a knife that can kill any supernatural creature. But it can only be used by a human. As we know the slayer is a supernatural creature, so...”

As is Doc. And he’s getting it first.

“That sounds so cool,” Andrew says. “What’s the price?”

“We’re gonna give them Jonathan as a payment. They like ‘em little.”

Jonathan frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“They’re gonna make you into swiss cheese, bro.”

Andrew covers his mouth and giggles. 

“Ha-ha," Jonathan deadpans. "Very funny.”

Warren and Jonathan often relegate Andrew to the punching bag of their group, given that he is the most eccentric. So Warren figured he would lay off him and wipe that stupid smirk off Jonathan’s face.

“I think they prefer blond men to short men,” Jonathan says. 

Andrew’s face falls. “No, no. They don’t. No one likes blond men.”

"I mean, Andrew's a short man too," Warren says. He can't resist. "Just less so."

“Actually, you know what," Jonathan begins, "how about neither of us get sold off to be anally raped by demons by our ‘friend.’” He makes air quotations. 

Warren makes a face. “Raped? Who said anything about rape? You’re gonna love this. Why are you PMSing so bad lately, dude?”

Andrew rubs Jonathan’s shoulder. “Yeah, are you okay?”

"Don't be a girl, Andrew," Warren says.

His lower lip puckers. "I'm not..."

Jonathan moves his shoulder away. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“You’re just so fussy,” Warren says. “It’s like roid rage. You know steroids won’t make you any taller, right?”

Jonathan doesn’t look at him. “I’m not acknowledging any of that.”

“Just did.”

Jonathan just slowly shakes his head.

“Well, this trip will do you good,” Warren says. “We’re going to Vegas. You want a hooker and blow?”

Warren frankly finds prostitutes disgusting. 

“I want a hooker,” Andrew says.

Why is he still bothering? Warren thinks he wants someone—anyone—to believe he’s straight or even just bi so all the dick-sucking he does won’t count. 

“A redhead with big boobs, right?” Jonathan says. “Because you love that.”

“Yes, I do,” Andrew says. 

“I’m sure.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s a mystery, Andrew,” Warren says.

Warren does want to see how Andrew would react to a lap dance from a female stripper. If he even goes to a strip club, he usually doesn’t like them because he feels the women are ran through.

But it’s Andrew who wants to be ran through. And a man who’s been gangbanged isn’t as off-putting to him as a woman who’s been. Warren hopes Andrew gets his wish someday.

For now he’ll have to settle for being one man’s eager whore.