Rating: NC-17, although the sex doesn't go into much detail
Summary: Warren settles down with his true love.
Warren could hear foot steps following him. He began walking faster. Whoever was behind him began walking faster too. His heart started racing from fear. He began to run.
“Warren!” Andrew’s voice called out.
Warren felt relief fill his body. He turned around. “Dude, you scared me,” Warren said. “I was kind of walking away from someone who wants me dead when you started following me, you know.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Andrew said. His eyes were filled with worry. Warren smiled slightly. He’d missed Andrew. He was always so quick to apologize, so quick to assume Warren was right and he was wrong.
“It’s okay,” Warren said. “Listen, why don’t you take me back to your place and make me dinner? I’m starving.”
Andrew’s eyes lit up. “I can make you a cheesesteak!” It was one of Warren’s favorites.
“Sounds good,” Warren said. He walked over to Andrew and, after a moment of hesitation, put his arm around the blonde’s waist.
Andrew smiled. “So…is everything back to normal?” he asked.
In lieu of answering, Warren pulled Andrew in and kissed him. When he pulled away, Andrew was grinning. Warren gave him a little spanking. It felt so good to be in control again.
“Sorry for the mess,” Andrew said as he led Warren into his apartment. Warren looked around. Andrew hadn’t done too badly for himself. He went into the kitchen and got to work cooking. Warren sat on the counter watching him.
“So have you been waiting for me?” Warren asked.
Andrew tilted his head. “Well, I never expected you to show up. I mean, I dreamed of it, but-“
“I know you haven’t been, like, cooking dinner for me every night, expecting me to walk in,” Warren said. “But, I mean, have you been waiting for me.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Andrew said.
“I mean, have you been saving your body for me, baby?” Warren asked. He was looking at Andrew sternly. As far as he was concerned, it was way too soon for Andrew to be moving on. Maybe that little witch who’d killed him thought instant rebounds were okay, but Warren liked to think he’d had a little more of an impact than that.
“Oh,” Andrew said. “Yes. I have.”
Warren smiled and kissed the back of Andrew’s neck. “Good. I’m the only one who’s ever had you and the only one who ever will, right?”
“Right,” Andrew said softly before serving Warren his meal.
“Oh God,” Warren said after taking a bite. “This is so good,” he said. Everything seemed better now that he was whole again. After eating a few bites and savoring them reverently, he said, “So I need to kill a couple of people. Amy Madison and then Willow, of course.”
Andrew bit his lip. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
Warren’s head snapped up to look at him.
Andrew cringed at the look. “Warren, I just got you back,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you again. And killing witches doesn’t generally work out for you.”
Warren realized Andrew was right. If he tried to take revenge, it could easily blow up in his face. “But, they have to pay,” he said.
Andrew sighed. “I know, Warren. But hurting them wouldn’t be worth it if you get hurt yourself. Please don’t do it? I can’t lose you again.” Andrew’s eyes were filling up with tears.
“Crying is blackmail,” Warren reminded Andrew, but he was looking at him kindly. “I guess I won’t do anything until I have a really solid plan, alright?”
“Alright,” Andrew said. He doubted that a solid plan for killing Willow existed. She seemed pretty invulnerable.
Warren kissed him. “Take your clothes off, baby. I need to have you again.”
Andrew smiled and started stripping for Warren. “I guess you haven’t had sex since me either, huh? I mean, you’ve been all-“
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Warren said immediately.
Andrew’s eyes widened a little, but he obediently dropped the subject as he dropped his pants. Warren began petting Andrew’s ass affectionately as Andrew unbuttoned the other man’s pants.
“I missed this so much,” he said softly, trying not to cry since Warren didn’t like it.
When Warren’s pants were down, Andrew straddled him and stroked his chest. Warren made out a low moan of approval. He looked up at Andrew. “You look beautiful,” he told him.
A smile of pure happiness spread over Andrew’s face. “I’m sure I’m dreaming,” he said.
Warren spanked him hard. “Don’t think so,” he said.
Andrew grinned and started lowering himself onto Warren’s cock. Warren happily pushed his hips up as Andrew rode him. He moaned loudly. “Oh, baby,” he yelled. “Oh, baby. Baby, fuck.”
He buried himself deep inside Andrew as he came. Andrew smiled down at him. “I love you,” he said.
“I know,” Warren said back. Andrew slid off Warren’s cock and lied down on top of him. Warren wrapped his arms around him tightly. He stroked Andrew’s blonde hair and thought about how grateful he was to have this back.
After a moment, there was a knock on the door. “Andrew,” a female voice called out, “Andrew, I need help.”
Andrew stood up. “Just a minute,” he called out nervously. He began pulling his clothes on. He looked at Warren, who began to do the same.
Once they were both fully dressed, Andrew opened the door. “Oh, Rosalyn,” he said to the girl in front of him. “How may I help you?”
She walked in and sighed. “I just almost got my ass handed to me.” She lifted up her hair to reveal bite marks on her neck. They were very shallow, but they were there.
“Oh no,” Andrew said. “Ros, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s this crossbow!” she said, holding it up. “I know it’s fabulous long range, but when I get pulled into combat? You wouldn’t believe how much it slows me down.”
“Well, why don’t you just make it more compact?” Warren asked, looking at the cumbersome weapon. Andrew and Rosalyn both turned to look at him.
“Who’s that?” Rosalyn asked.
“Um, this is Warren,” Andrew said. He hesitated a moment before adding, “My boyfriend.”
Rosalyn gasped. “Oh my God!” she said. “Andrew, I didn’t know you were with someone. That’s adorable!”
“Um, thanks,” Andrew said shyly.
Warren didn’t like thinking about other people knowing he liked dudes, so he decided to change the subject. “You know, what I’d do is just make a crossbow that you can wear on your arm and lug around completely hands free. You could fire it by pulling your elbow back. Of course, there’s the problem of accidental fire, but if you have a safety near your hand it’d just be a matter of flicking your thumb when it’s safe.”
Rosalyn was grinning at him. “How long would it take you to make one for me?”
“Oh, I was just-“ Andrew cut off Warren.
“He could make it within the next month,” he told Andrew. “You’ll be the envy of everyone for a bit, before he can make them for the others.”
She grinned. “Great!” She said goodbye and headed out.
Warren looked at Andrew unhappily. “Andrew,” he said. “I’m not a good guy.”
“Why not?” Andrew asked. “Being a good guy is awesome.”
Warren rolled his eyes.
“You could be like Q!” Andrew said.
Warren smiled a little, liking the idea of that comparison. “Well…” he said. “Would I be Peter Burton Q? Because he was by far the best.”
Andrew put a hand on Warren’s chest affectionately. “Whichever you want,” he said. “Although John Cleese was the best Q.”
Warren smacked Andrew on the back of the head.