Title: Duo

Pairing: Andrew/Warren

Rating: R (slash)

Warnings: male/male sex, jonathan being betrayed and Andrew as a puppy (but not for the sex part...ew).

Summary: How Warren got Andrew to see the power of a Duo

The door slammed but Warren didn't look up from what he was doing. The feet down the stairs caused Jonathon to look up from his video game.

"Hey Andrew."

"Hey Jonathon – he-hey Warren."

Warren ignored him, not taking his attention away from the computer screen in front of him. Andrew waited a few awkward seconds before realizing Warren either didn't hear him or was ignoring him. He dropped his eyes to the floor and sighed before moving over to where Jonathon was. He sat down watching the video game, not meeting Jon's eyes.

Warren suddenly stood up, "Hey Jonathon-" he stopped when he saw Andrew, "Oh, Andrew, I didn't hear you come in. Come here." Andrew scrambled to his feet and moved to Warren, who smiled, "Atta boy." He briefly caught Jonathon's eyes, showing him the silent laughter. He moved his hand to behind Andrew's head. "I need you to go to the store for me."

"But Warren- I just, I just came from the store."

Warren's hand tightened slightly "Listen Andrew-" The little bit of force had Andrew lowering his eyes and Warren loosened his grip as he smiled gently, "just please run to the store."

"S-sure Warren."

He abruptly let go, causing Andrew to stumble. He grabbed the list and some money and tossed both to Andrew who of course missed both. He dropped to the ground to pick them up and by the time he stood Warren was already immersed in his work again. "Alright, I'll be back soon." He edged back but Warren paid no attention to him. He looked to Jonathon, and spoke again, "I'll be back soon."

Jonathon gave him a reassuring smile, "Alright Andrew, hurry back, we'll be waiting. Thanks for going."

The hurt in his eyes lessened and he nodded before heading out the door. As soon as he was gone Jonathon chucked a pillow at Warren, who angrily turned around in his chair. "What?"

"Why do you do that to him? You know how easy his feelings get hurt, I don't know why you purposely make him feel like that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jonathon sighed as he stood up, "I'm going to go help him."

Warren absently motioned goodbye and Jonathon jogged up the stairs only to find Andrew standing at the top of them, with his back to the stairs. He didn't appear to hear Jon and he jumped when he touched his shoulder. Andrew spun around swiping his arm across his face but not quick enough to hide the tears.

"I was going to help you get the stuff and –uh–are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just-" He took a calming breathe but his voice still shook-"I forgot the keys downstairs – and I didn't want to- to-"

"I'll get them for you."

"Thanks." By the time he got back Andrew was calm.

"Want me to go with you?"

"Nah, I'll be back soon."

Jon nodded and headed back downstairs, Warren looked up, "What the hell is going on?"

He hesitated, unsure whether or not to tell Warren. He sighed, "You made him cry."

He waved off his worry, "No I didn't, he's fine."

"Warren, he was upstairs crying and he forgot his keys and he didn't wanna come back down and get them."

Jonathon turned back to the game, expecting Warren not to really care and he jumped when he sensed someone right behind him. He looked up to see Warren looking worried. "He was really crying, like actually?"

"Yeah Warren."

"Because of me?"

"Well it wasn't because of me."

Frowning, he grabbed the keys to his van, "I'll be back soon."

Jonathon was left alone, but just shrugged and kept playing.

Andrew pulled up and grabbed the stuff he had picked up for Warren. He balanced himself carefully as he headed into the house. He couldn't see well over the bags. He almost reached the bottom when he tripped. He turned, landing flat on his back, the bags across his stomach. He winced and then looked up, expecting to see Warren's angry face, instead he saw Jonathon. He picked up the bags and helped him to his feet.

"Where's Warren?"

"He left after you did, didn't say where he was going."

"Oh." He helped Jonathon put the stuff on Warren's computer desk and then sat down to watch a movie. After a few minutes Andrew looked at Jon, "You told him didn't you?"

"Told him what?"

"That I was, uh, that he-"

"Made you cry? Yeah he told me." They both looked over to see Warren on the stairs. Andrew ducked his head, his cheeks heating up. Warren walked over and checked the stuff that Andrew had gotten, making sure it was all right. He walked over to them, concentrating on Jon, "Jon, we got some of the stuff we need, why don't you go get some pizza or something?"

"Sure." He didn't mind, getting out of the basement for a while sounded like a good idea.

After he was gone, Warren sat down on the couch next to Andrew. "Hey." Andrew purposely avoided eye contact with Warren, looking away timidly. Warren reached over and gently brushed his thumb against his cheek. Andrew looked at him. "Listen Andrew, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Here, I brought you a peace offering."

He handed him a small box. He glanced at him and then opened it. Inside was a silver chain that would look amazing with his blue eyes and blond hair. He looked at Warren, his eyes a little wide, "Th-thanks."

"No problem Andrew." He watched him slip it around his neck with a small smile, which Andrew returned. Warren almost laughed at how easy it was to make things better with Andrew; truth be told all he had to do was think of what would make a girl happy and it usually worked for Andrew, the sure fire way, not to say that Andrew wasn't masculine, he just wasn't all that much.

He stood up and looked down at Andrew, "So, Andy, wanna help me with something?"

"With what?" He sounded slightly suspicious.

Warren frowned, he vaguely remembered Jon warning Andrew about helping Warren with some things. "Just a spell Andy."

His head was shaking instantly. "No."

"Why not?" He remained calm not wanting to get angry and scare him off or hurt his feelings again.

Andrew shifted his gaze almost as if embarrassed, "Jon told me I wasn't supposed to help you with spells."

"Weren't supposed to, or aren't allowed to? Since when do you take orders from Jonathon, Andy?"

"It wasn't an order, it's just that, sometimes you do spells and its like you don't even worry if we'll get hurt."

Warren hid the grin working its way out; he knew it wouldn't help the situation. He grabbed Andrew's wrist and pulled him to his feet, pulling him up with an extra shove so he fell into Warren before he steadied himself. Warren stood to his full height, knowing from experience the key to getting Andrew to do things was smooth talking mixed with intimidation. He moved his hand behind Andy's head, slightly gripping it. Andrew sighed and it already sounded like resignation. "I always worry." He met Warren's eyes with his own doubtful eyes, but he nodded. Warren smiled, "Alright, let's get this started then."

Jonathon approached their lair and hesitated for a second; he could almost swear that magic had been done. He had dabbled enough that he had a kind of feel for it. That couldn't be right, Warren wouldn't try anything without him or Andrew there and he had given Andrew strict orders not to help him, he shook his head and trudged down the stairs. He set down the pizza on the table and walked over to where their 'living room' was and saw Warren watching TV. It wasn't till he got closer that he realized Warren was holding a puppy in his lap, petting it as he watched TV.

Jon's shoulders slumped, "Warren, what did I say about having pets in the lair?"

He sat down next to him and Warren glanced at him, before looking back at the TV. Jon looked at the puppy and reached out to pick it up. It was a sandy colored fluffy thing. He half smiled, "It is kinda cute. What's its name?"

Warren glanced at him and Jonathon sat up a little straighter at the look in his eyes. He looked nervous and Jon knew for a fact that Warren rarely was nervous. "Did you steal it or something?"

"Uh, no, not really." He reached over and took the puppy back, petting its ears, but he wouldn't look at Jon.

"What is the puppy's name, Warren?"

Warren suddenly smiled lopsidedly, "Andrew."

"Why would it be named after Andrew, and where is he by the way?" Jon looked at Warren's smirk and suddenly he understood. He spoke slowly and precisely, "You turned Andrew into a dog."

"A puppy!" He yelped indignantly. The sound was followed by a yelp from the puppy. Warren snickered.

"Warren this isn't funny!"

Warren held the puppy with one hand on each side of its head and roughed it back and forth a little, the puppy's tail was wagging and it made little yipping sounds. Jonathon rubbed his temples, a sudden pain behind his eyes. He closed his eyes, hoping when he opened them that it would have all been a dream, but still there sat Warren, looking up with a self-satisfied smirk on his face and holding a puppy that was really Andrew.

"Why would you do that?"

His nose scrunched up, "Well I wasn't trying to turn him into a puppy, it just kind of happened." He grabbed the puppy by the scruff and lifted it up, despite its sudden whimpers of protest. He held it out to Jonathon who took it with a glare.

"Careful." He held the puppy against him and looked down at its eyes and was startled to see Andrew's blue eyes looking back at him. He looked at Warren, "He knows what going on."

Warren nodded, that annoying arrogant smiled tugging at his lips once again. "Yeah, and when he gets turned back, I bet he is going to be pissed."

Jon sighed, "I told him not to do spells with you."

Warren moved forwards, somewhat threateningly, "Yeah, what the hell is that about anyway?"

Unimpressed Jon looked up at him, years of being short giving him the ability to not be intimidated by the height difference. He awkwardly motioned to the Andrew puppy and raised his eyebrows, "Hmmm, let me think what that is about Warren." He looked at the puppy and then back at Warren. "Why didn't you change him back?"

"Well I don't know, he's kinda cute this way." At Jon's glare he laughed, "Hey, I'm kidding, aren't I Andrew?" He went to pet the puppy again but Jonathon pulled away.

"Stop doing that Warren, and change him back."

Warren sighed, "Fine fine, but he is going to be pissed, can't we leave him like this for just a little while?"

"Warren."

"Alright, Alright, I'm on it mom." He motioned for Jon to give him the dog and he did reluctantly. He would have done it himself, but there was a higher chance of something backfiring if the original caster didn't undo the spell. He watched Warren set down Andrew and sprinkled something on him while he muttered some words in Latin. He disappeared and returned with Andrew's clothes; obviously the change hadn't involved them. Jon watched as Andrew emerged from the fur and Warren dropped the clothes into his lap. Once he was fully human again they boys looked away to give him privacy and turned back when he stood.

They looked at him expectantly, and he seemed to be thinking it over in his head and then suddenly he was trying to attack Warren. Jonathon wrapped one arm around his waist, holding him back. Warren motioned to let him go, and Jonathon did. Warren was able to grab both of Andrew's wrists and hold them both in one hand while Andrew continued to yell at him and curse and eventually cry. "Andrew, listen, Andrew!"

"I trusted you Warren, I trusted you!"

"I know you did Andy and I appreciate it." He tried to pull away, but Warren held his wrists hard enough to bruise. With his free hand he held up the necklace he had given him earlier in front of his face. He waited, looking at Andrew until he could see that he would let him put it on, and he slowly slipped it over Andrew's head. He held Andrew's eyes for a few moments, examining him, deciding he looked so innocent, his slender wrists held together, the silver shining around his neck.

Jon watched, the look on Andrew's face was unmistakable; he was going to break down. Hurt was coming off of him in waves and it had nothing to do with the physical force Warren was using on him. He quickly stepped in, forcing Warren to let him go. He glared at Warren before taking Andrew by the arm and pulling him to the stairs, "We'll be back later Warren."

Warren nodded and the satisfied smirk never left his face. "Just hurry back kiddies."

Jonathon glanced over at Andrew, he was sitting in the front seat of the van with his legs curled up, scrunched up as small as he could be against the door. He was absently playing with the silver chain around his neck and Jonathon spoke up. "Is that what Warren went out to get for you?"

Andrew immediately stopped playing with the necklace and his face scrunched up like he was going to cry. "Y-yeah."

Jonathon frowned, trying to judge Andrew's state of mind. "Well, it looks good."

Andrew looked at him, "You think the same thing that he does, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He uncurled himself from the corner and faced Jonathon, "I hear you guys talking about it, I've heard you refer to me as his bitch, and I've heard him refer to me as that."

Jon glanced at him as long as he dared while driving; there was a determined look on his face that they didn't often see. "Andrew, you gotta understand, sometimes we say things that-"

"Do you think it's true?"

He couldn't lie to him, not when he was looking at him with that open look on his face, "Sometimes."

He leaned forwards towards Jon, his face slipping into an eager grin, "But I stand up to him sometimes."

He didn't bother to look away from the road, "Yeah, you do."

He frowned. "Well, what should I do?"

"For what?"

"To show him he can't push me around."

Jon chuckled lightly to himself, poor Andrew; he was so desperate to prove he was his own person. "I dunno."

Andrew suddenly smiled, "I do."

He stood at the top of the stairs, hesitating before heading down them. Jon looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You coming?"

He nodded and then shook his head. "He's gonna be pissed."

"He's gonna be pissed? I know he is, that was your decision though. When did he tell you that you couldn't do that?"

"When I asked him the other day."

He finally headed down the stairs behind Jon, however hesitantly. Warren looked up, "Glad you're back ladies."

Jon fell back a little, allowing Andrew to move in front of him. When Warren stood up abruptly Andy moved backwards, bumping into Jon and then frowned. Warren tilted his head to the side, "What's going on?"

Jon shook his head, "Nothing."

Warren's stance took on a definite threatening quality and since Jon didn't back up, Andrew's attempt at retreat didn't work. He found himself pressed back against Jonathon and silently urged him to move backwards, away from Warren.

Warren read the look on Andrew's face, and it screamed guilty of something. Warren grabbed Andrew's elbow and pulled him forward, away from the protection of the third of their crew. "What did you do Andrew?"

Andrew shook his head. Jonathon watched as Warren's hand tightened slightly and decided to step in before it got physical. He was sure one of these days that Warren was just gonna pull back and really hit Andrew and it was looking like it could be now. He stepped forward and took a hold of Warren's wrist, indicating that he should let go of Andrew. He did, somewhat hesitantly, but his glare alone was enough to make Andrew cower back. "It is nothing big Warren, don't get that mad at him. Show him Andrew."

He shook his head harder and Jon looked to Warren, sure he could take it from here. Warren caught his eye and nodded. His voice when he spoke sounded like steel, "Show me."

Startled, Andy followed the order immediately, sticking out his tongue to show Warren the tongue piercing. Jon expected Warren to not care as much as Andrew thought he was going to and was surprised when Warren shoved him out of the way none to gently so he was nose to nose with Andrew. "I told you that you were not allowed to get a tongue piercing."

Andrew ducked his head, instinctively closing his mouth but Warren grabbed him by the chin and raised it, "No one told you to close your mouth, let me see the damn thing again."

Jonathon watched misery cross Andy's face and wondered briefly if he should step in again. He was about to when Warren spoke again. He turned so he was facing Andrew and the hold on his jaw was gentle. "Andy you know that the metal could screw up the machines or mess with a spell, not to mention your flute thing, gonna be a bit harder to play with the piercing, won't it? I told you to just wait till we had everything under control, it wouldn't have been that long."

Jonathon's eyebrows rose, he couldn't believe Warren actually had legitimate reasons, he thought the bigger guy had just been being a bully, enjoying his control over someone smaller than himself. He saw Warren glance at him briefly before turning back to Andrew. His hand moved to rest slightly on Andrew's cheek instead of holding his jaw, and allowed him to close his mouth. "Not to mention it isn't the safest thing in the world."

Jon shook his head and wandered off, leaving them to discuss the tongue piercing by themselves. Sometimes the energy between them was a little more comfortable than it should be. Sometimes it seemed like, no, Jon stopped himself before he even thought it. He made a big deal out of leaving, making sure they knew that he had gone into his own room.

Warren tilted his head slightly, a small smile tugging at his mouth, "Why?" Andrew mumbled some incoherent words, and Warren dropped his hand, looking at Andrew expectantly, "Well?"

"I'm not your bitch."

Warren chuckled softly, causing Andrew to look up timidly. "To defy me, that's why you did this?" He shook his head, amused as much because of the reason as the shade of pink coloring Andrew's cheeks. He glanced around, noticing Jonathon had gone to his room, purposely leaving them alone.

Andrew looked to him, his face flushing slightly, "Do you like it though?" He bit his lip, a softness in his voice telling Warren that his answer meant a lot to him.

He sighed, "Yes," he moved closer, slowly backing Andrew against the wall. He placed one hand on each side of him, boxing him in. He leaned down to look Andrew straight in the eyes, telling him without words what he wanted, and Andrew leaned towards him, eyes fluttering shut as Warren moved closer yet. He moved his hand so it held the side of Andrew's neck, his thumb stroking his jaw line.

He started to lean forward when he made an annoyed sound and his hand moved to cup Andrew's head. He touched his forehead to Andrew's for a second and then with a growl abruptly turned on heel. He headed for the door and grabbed his coat on the way out before jogging up the stairs without looking back.

Jon opened the door to his room at the sound of someone leaving and got a close up view of the cringe on Andrew's face as the door upstairs slammed. Andrew stood there for several seconds looking in the direction of Warren's exit before the sniffling started. He tried to stop but slowly the sniffles turned into tears as he slid to the floor. Jon sighed and headed over towards him. He sat down next to him on the floor and tentatively put his arm around him, whispering soothing words. Andrew leaned into him, crying into his shoulder. It wasn't anything new, a lot of times after Warren brushed off Andrew he would be found crying. Jon tried a smile and when that didn't work, he pulled Andrew to his feet and motioned to the kitchen, "Lets get some ice cream."