fandomhigh | Sociology Classes // Wednesday the 14th

Death and Dying (4 - 5:45 PM)

"Welcome to class, everyone. I know you are all busy studying for your finals, so I am reluctant to introduce any new material. Instead, we will watch a film that has, apparently, an interesting personification of Death. It's called," Grissom looks down at the box with a frown. "Will and Ned's Lame Escapade."

Grissom turns off the light and adds, "Oh, and if any of you would like popcorn, I think there might be some in the staff kitchen across the hall. You can borrow my office keys ~~if you're in the mood for hijinks, as it is that kind of day~~ if you'd like; the kitchen is through the back door."

Sociology of Deviance (6 - 10:00 PM)

"Welcome to class, everyone. This is our last meeting before your projects are due, please, if you have any questions, now is the time, or stop by my apartment this weekend."

"At this point in your studies, I feel as if we should be able to tackle some material that is more risque without any problem. I hope I am correct in this assumption.

Very Clinical Lecture on Sexual Fetishism ~~with obvious naughty words~~

"Now, I have set up a few stations on some intriguing or more unusual fetishes for you to take a look at on your own time. Please select one and then I'd like you discuss it."

The Choices are: Scuba Fetishism, Hair Cut Fetishism, Eyeglasses Fetishism, Robot Fetishism, and for kicks, Arborphilia.

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"Go for it."

A half smile uncurled on Angel's lips. He tugged on the back of Bel's neck to draw him closer.

Bel leaned in, wondering what Angelus was going to tell him.

When they got close enough, Angel moved to cover Bel's mouth with a kiss.

Bel's jaw dropped as Angel moved in for the kiss, making it all the easier for tongue to be involved. For a moment he was too stunned to react.

Never one to refuse an invitation, Angel kissed Bel properly, moving his hand up to Bel's hair to help hold him in place.

Time slowed down in Bel's brain as he tried to process what was happening. Angelus was kissing him. Did he fall asleep in class and was dreaming this? If he wasn't, then why, when Angelus had never tried it before? Shock made the fact it was his own damn love spell working fail to cross his mind.

Then he realized he was instinctively kissing Angel back, made a muffled noise of embarrassment, and abruptly tried to pull away.

"See, this is what I'm talking about," Angel said. "You say you want me and then you pull away. I'm getting mixed signals like nobody's business. It hurts. Seriously, physical pain. You know the kind I'm talking about."

"I-I was just surprised," Bel stammered. "I didn't know you wanted...."

"Of course I do," Angel moved his hand back down to Bel's neck. He caressed it with his thumb. "C'mon. Not like this has been subtle."

"~~But you only had subtext with me before and this is OMGTEXT!~~ I just thought you didn't...because you never...."

An inkling that this was the result of the spell finally started to penetrate his mind.

"Why deny what we're really feeling?" Angel asked. "You liked that kiss, don't say you didn't."

"You're not yourself," Bel said, inching away and conveniently avoiding the question. "You're not Angelus, are you? Which means you really don't like me at all."

"What?" Angel blinked. "No, of course I'm not Angelus. Why would you think that?"

"Because I've never seen you so, um, upfront and aggressive when you're like this," Bel lied. "And all of a sudden so open about what you feel." He found himself considering if he could bring Angelus back himself by taking one for the team, so to speak, but no, it had to be Buffy, just to be sure. "You just caught me a little off guard here. You're not worried at all about...Buffy finding out?"

Angel blinked. "Worried about what now?"

Bel groaned inwardly. He'd somehow fucked up the spell and now Angel was after everyone but Buffy? Now what? "Forget it," he said, managing a grin. "Forget I said anything."

"Out of curiosity, how far back am I forgetting?" Angel asked. He leaned in again. "Because I'd be happy to put that denial of yours out of my mind..."

So now what? One desperately horny vampire, no slayer in sight to get rid of his soul. But given the way Angel loved to taunt him about wanting to get into his pants, that left only one option: make him as humiliated as possible when the spell wore off (and then go for Plan B).

"How far back do you want to go?" he asked coyly.

Angel moved his hand down - way down - on Bel's back. "Pretty far, I'd say."

Marty runs into the classrom to see Angel... well being horny.

"Dr. Grissom! Uh... Dean Bristow wants to see Angel ~~Naked as the day he was born~~ Now! Um. It's important! Really!"

"Will you respect me in the morning?" Bel said, batting his eyes.

Angel blinked at Marty's entrance.

"Marty? Is this about the toaster again?"

"No! Bristow! He wants you ~~NAKED~~ now!"

"Martin, what is this all about?" Grissom asks, turning around from the work he was focusing on.

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