Just a very short first chapter. I probably wont update this for a while, because I really don't have time to be starting another fic (even if it will only be a couple of chapters), but I thought I'd put it down to see whether people like it :)
Disclaimer: Don't own the Boosh. If I ever do, you people will be the first to know.
"I don't know." Vince mused, gazing at his outfit in his reflection. "I'm not sure it's the look I was going for. I wanted to look sexy tonight." he smirked and turned to his friend who was sat on the bed behind him. "Do you think I look sexy, Howard?"
Howard shifted uncomfortably and his gaze darted from side to side. "Um…well…I wouldn't know…I mean, I suppose…if I was a woman you might…um…"
Vince turned back to the mirror and grinned evilly at the reflection, before reaching up and undoing a couple more buttons on his shirt. "Maybe if I show a bit more chest? Yeah?"
"Um…" Howard had turned a fascinating shade of red. "…I suppose. I'll…um…leave you to get ready." he got up and hurried out of the room.
Vince laughed silently. This was his new favourite hobby at the moment, taunting Howard. Not that the older man knew it, poor sod, he honestly seemed to believe Vince didn't know he was in love with him. It was quite sweet, really, the way he was so completely oblivious to how obvious he was sometimes; but Vince still delighted in making him squirm.
And he was perfectly safe in doing so. He knew Howard would never be able to leave him. He'd come close, several times in the past. But all it took from Vince was the right outfit, a sideways look, his perfect pout, and Howard would be putty in his hands.
He'd always known about Howard's feelings for him, of course he had, but it was only recently he'd discovered how easily they could be used to his advantage. He knew where to draw the line of course; he'd never try and get money off Howard or anything, but just for little things. Getting him to run errands, getting away with turning up hours late for work, being able to phone Howard for a lift home no matter what time of night (or more usually morning) it was.
It wasn't bullying. It wasn't. Vince saw the way Naboo looked at him sometimes when he was teasing Howard; he knew that was what the shaman thought. But he and Howard were friends, and you couldn't bully your friends. Else you wouldn't be friends, would you?
What do you think? Write the next chapter, or leave it as a one-shot?
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