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Tuesday Night

[Having finally convinced the angel to come inside and go lay down, he puts on a topcoat and goes out front to smoke, watching all the tasty morsels walking around, pleased with the lifted curfew and the coming holiday. He even nods politely at some of them. But none of them are as interesting as his dear boy. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his slim black phone, flips it open, and speaks.]

My beautiful little bird...come to me.

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Jonathan wouldn't have come back out into town for just anything. But Mr. Crowley wasn't just anyone. He didn't want to admit it, but Angel's words had hurt him, at least a bit, okay, more than a bit. Stupid soul.

"Hello Mr. Crowley," he says as he appraches.

My darling boy. How obedient of you, thank you. I needed to see you, I was concerned.

"Concerned Sir, about me? Is everything okay?"

My sweet little bird, I can taste you on my tongue. [As if to prove his point, a forked green tip peeks out from between his teeth and flicks up and down rapidly]

You've been out tonight and I taste anger and pain, and it tastes like you. You're in my mind since I took your mouth and gave you the gift. I can taste you on the wind.

[He reaches a gentle hand out and cups Jonathan's face softly]Tell me who has upset you so.

Jonathan isn't happy that his sadness is affecting Mr. Crowley but he is glad Mr. Crowley cares about him being upset. The touch to his cheek is exactly what he needs and it's actually kind of scary how well Mr. Crowley knows him.

"I talked to Angel today," he says, looking down.

Ah, my pet, I can only guess that was terrible. Is he drastically changed from the demon you knew? [He strokes Jonathan's cheek with his thumb as he holds his jaw in a warm palm.]

"He said that Angelus was never my friend and that, that he was just using me," Jonathan tells him leaning in to the touch, "And then of course he threatened to kill me, all in all a great night for me."

Jonathan folds his arms in front of himself and bites his lip.

"Angelus was never this cruel to me, even if he was a souless monster."

The nature of evil is pure, my sweet. We are what we are. It's the supposedly good among us who lie and deceive...not only others, but also themselves. They deny their nature. Evil is just that. Evil. If Angelus was your friend, no doubt it was because you could do something for him. Evil likes useful. Don't ever doubt that, little bird. I'm evil...why might I keep you around? [His voice is soft and seductive, and his hand grows slightly warmer against Jonathan's face.]

Jonathan can feel himself getting a bit warmer, "I've asked myself that question and I know I don't have anything to offer you. Unless you're just doing your job with me," he says, "Is that it? Is that what you want me for?"

Lovely Jonathan, there is little I can do to corrupt your soul any more than it is. That said, that makes you something I desire for my own ends.

You are useful to this evil monster because you are pleasant to look upon, well-mannered and well-spoken, so very bright, and I find your devotion to our friendship incredibly touching. Your use simply fills my desire for a companion who has a delicious darkness.

Do you understand what I'm telling you, precious?

"You really do just like me, don't you?" he asks surprised and happy.

[He smiles, cold and hard, and runs his fingers into Jonathan's hair. They tangle in and he holds tight.]

As much as I possibly can, little bird, yes. You are so very bright. Angel has lost the best thing he ever had...and now you're mine.

Jonathan smiles, wide at this, "I told them, no one believed me but I knew you liked me," he says in a hushed voice, "I am you know, yours," he says to Crowley, looking up at him, "being your friend, it means everything to me."

Crowley's fingers feel good in his hair, a firm physical anchor for his twisty emotions.

You should know, darling, that you always have the choice to go. I appreciate your will...and you always excercise it. However, if your choice is to be with me, then be with me you will. I demand loyalty...it's as important as good manners. [His voice is deathly serious, and his fingers loosen ever so slightly from Jonathan's hair so he can go if he chooses.]

Jonathan feels the fingers loosen, feels Crowley pull away a bit and it makes him feel sad and empty.

"Of course,"Jonathan says, "I know it's my choice to be here and I want to. And I am loyal to you, people tell me to stay away from you, that you're dangerous but I don't. Because our friendship means that much to me."

Excellent, dear boy. [He gips hard and pulls Jonathan closer, his lips very close to the boy's. He grins malevolently.]

Now, precious. What shall we do about this wicked fellow who wronged you so?

"Who? Angel?" Jonathan asks from up against him.

To begin with, yess. Angel. I can't have him hurting what is mine...he made it very clear I was to leave his alone when he had no soul. Turnabout is fair play after all, yess pet? [He traces his nose along Jonathan's cheek, smelling him, hand still clutching his hair.]

Jonathan leans in to Crowley's body, giving him better access to him, "He's nobody anymore. He doesn't matter. He won't kill me because there's he has no reason to. I don't even no why he threatened me with it."

Because, my precious, soul or no...he is a killer. He threatens now, because he's trying desperately to control the impulse. The words take the place of the act. It's a boon for us, really. To know precisely what he fears.

[Holding the boy close, the scent of his darkness assaulting the demon's senses, he drops his glasses and looks into Jonathan's eyes, his teeth glistening wet when he smiles.]

How I'd love to devour your flesh, boy; you are such a tasty morsel.

Jonathan smiles at this looking up at Crowley, "It's kind of strange that that's a compliment," he says, "but thank you. And as for Angel, I'm glad you're on my side."

Jonathan indulges in his desire to rest his head on Crowley's chest. He hopes the demon doesn't mind

You'd best be careful, pet. I may yet snap you up like the sweet you are. But not tonight. Tonight I feel...protective. Yesss, and vengeful. I do adore you, dear boy. Together we shall bring that pained soul to lows he's never imagined.

[He strokes his fingers softly in the boys hair, holding him to his silent chest. Smiling coldly, he watches the other morsels walking around, oblivious to his true motives.]

Indeed. Such machinations we'll create.

Jonathan stays with his head on Crowley's chest, as he speaks he moves his hands up from where they're laying at his sides and around Crowley. It isn't really a hug, just something very close to one. His hands move up slowly, as if he's expecting Crowley to be angry with him at any moment.

"I like having you to protect me," he says, "and I may not like the fact that he has a soul, may still really miss Angelus, but now that he's here? I'm kind of looking forward to tormenting Angel. Now more than ever."

My dear little bird, you are so sweet to miss Angelus. He'll never appreciate that now that his soul clouds his judgement. That fact alone will torment him, but we won't leave it at that. Cor, what fun this will be!

"No, he really won't, not now. But we have a lot more ammo now. A lot more that will make him twitch inside. He's much more vulnerable with the soul.

Angelus always used to say he made art. That what he did to his victims was something beautiful.

Torturing Angelus could be beautiful, because he deserves it, and because it'll be funny using his own lessons against him," Jonathan says, oving a bit closer into Crowley.

What an attentive student you are, dear boy. You're going to do such great things. So very great.

[Tired of waiting for him, he snakes his hand around Jonathan's waist and pulls him tight against his body.]

Lesson the first. When you want something, claim it. You mustn't be timid, little bird.

Jonathan looks embarrassed, "I didn't want to be presumptuous," he says, "I didn't know if it was all right. Some people are sensitive about beign touched. I thought you might be one of them."

He's clearly pleased to be so close now though, relaxing completely into the embrace.

Of course not, dear boy...never. Not from you. You have permission to touch me whenever you feel the need. Now that I've claimed you, you have that right...few others can say the same. [He smiles over the top of Jonathan's head, and anyone else would find it deeply unsettling.]

He's happy to hear that, because he always wants to touch Mr. Crowley when they're together.

"I... I like touching you Sir, like feeling like I'm yours. And it really makes me glad that not everyone gets to do it. There's something very soothing about your touch Sir, or at least I think so."

He likes the way Crowley smiles too, he's so handsome, Jonathan thinks he's maybe one of the most handsome men he's ever met.

Soothing, pet? That's one I've not often heard. You truly are a rare treasure. [He strokes Jonathan's hair, as if petting a cat.] My rare treasure, my little bird. I should let you return to the school...will you swear to be on your best behavior?

"Not for very long Sir, but I can try for you," he tells him with a smile, "Thank you Sir, I needed this."

You're so very welcome, my sweet boy. I'm pleased that you feel...more yourself. Bide your time, my dear. We'll get the vampire. Mark my words.

"I'm counting on it," he says. He leans forward and presses his mouth to the side of Crowley's neck, just where the jaw ends, in a quick kiss before begginning to pull away.

"Good night Sir."

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