"Xander, study," Angelus commanded, pointing to an insanely thick History text book.
"But..."
"No. Do it."
"Don't wanna," Xander replied defiantly. "I wanna dance."
"Dance?" Angelus repeated with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know, moving your body in a some what rhythmic manner."
"And why do you want to dance?"
"'Cause it has absolutely nothing to do with Finals?"
"Ahhhh, I see. Well, I feel the need to remind you that it was *you* would insisted on college. I told you that I pretty much knew everything, but nooooooooo, you didn't believe me. I'm a really good teacher too."
"Well, now," Xander started as he got up and crossed over to his lover. Sitting on Angelus' lap, Xander continued, "I think that I should just say 'screw it' and just not go back. What do you think?"
"I think that you need to go back over there and start studying again."
Xander pouted for a brief moment before wrapping his arms around Angelus' neck. Leaning down, Xander trailed small kisses from the vampire's forehead, down to his lips and then to his neck. Xander began to nibble at the flesh, knowing what turned Angelus on the most.
Just as Angelus' body began to respond, he stood up, dumping Xander unceremoniously on the floor. Swooping down, the vampire picked up his mortal lover and made like he was moving to the bedroom. As he passed the coffee table where Xander's books and papers were scattered, Angelus set Xander down. "Now study."
An angry pout settled over Xander's features as he took his seat and leaned over the table. "You're mean. I don't like you. I'm no longer doing to use you as a distraction. You don't play nice."
"Study," Angelus ordered one last time before exiting the room
"Ha!" Xander laughed lightly to himself as he pulled the Gameboy out of his bag. "Bet you didn't see this coming, Dead Boy!"
"Actually, I did," Angelus said as he reappeared. Taking the contraption out of Xander's shocked hands, Angelus removed the batteries and slipped them into his pocket. "And just to save you time, the plug in cord is hidden, I've taken the TV remote control, stolen all the good CDs, and let the kid next door borrow all your comic books. Now, Study!"
All Xander could do was let out a small whimper of defeat before reaching for the textbook again.
End.
Poor Xander. Poor me. Poor all of those out there cramming for Finals. They suck. Death to Finals!