Who Needs Drugs

"Will get down," warren all but yelled.

"NO! I WILL RULE THE WORLD!" Will screeched.
"Will, you're standing on the coffee table in your boxers with a sheet tied around your neck. The only thing you rule right now is the living room. NOW. GET. DOWN!" Warren snarled having spent the last few hour trying to get his boyfriend to calm down.

'Damn Layla And Magenta' Warren thought.

This was all their fault.

They were the ones who had given Will sugar and then fled the seen of their crime.

Warren really should have known better, after all Will on a sugar high was worse than even a speed freak.

"HUMANITY WILL BE MINE!" Will screeched out doing some kinda twisted dance that looked more like he was having a seizure.

Warren faced palmed.

When Will was like this it was better to just leave the country lest we forget what happened last time.

"Will...humanity would laugh its ass off if they could see you right now," Warren said a little to sweetly, trying to reign in his temper so he didn't kill a certain blue eyed brunette.

Last time Will had gotten on a suger high, he had run down the street naked screaming to poor pedestrian that he was the king of the world.

It had taken several hours and the promise of brownies to get the boy back home.

So Warren knew from experience that he had to either bribe the boy or tie him to the bed.

Fortunately for Warren, Will tended to forget that he had super strength when he was like this.

Deciding against the bribe, Warren picked his lover up, threw him over his shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

His mind going over ways to get the two she devils back.