Authors' Note:  Okay.  They are no longer mentally sane.  Things are gonna be a little crazy starting this chapter right into the next two, so hang on tight, and watch me make them oh-so-pathetically lose their minds.

Oh, and btw Casey, you're not alone.  Angel has just added me to his "I am never speaking to you again" list.  Damn.  Oh well, not to worry, he'll regain his love for me REAL fast by the end of the story.  ::Snigger:: Then I'll be put on the "I swore I would never speak to you again but I changed my mind" list.

Enjoy and don't forget to review!  Remember?  It's in that little box at the very end ^_~

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"Wacky" Wednesday

"And it is seven o'clock!  Here we are, Wednesday, April 27, and oh, baby, is it gonna be a hot one today!  We have 75 degrees here already at downtown Manhattans' WXYB New York, and temperatures are gonna rise to unusually high peaks for this time of the year…"

Angels' eyes snapped open the second the alarm went off.  Flinging off the covers, he lunged for the radio device at the side of the bed, slamming on the off switch.

Silence. 

Angel laughed triumphantly, a psychotic grin on his face as he jumped to his feet.

Had to get moving.  Had to walk. 

WELL WHATAYA KNOW?!?!?  He was still shaking!! 

Muwahahahahahaha!

Anyone who was looking at Angel that morning would've been afraid.  Very, very afraid.  The drag queens' usually soft, laid-back manner had been replaced with wide black eyes full of madness, a crazed, frozen smile of mental instability, and a practically violently shaking body that quivered from head to toe.

Had to wake up Collins.  Oh yes.  Must wake up Collins.  Can't be late for work!

Angel speed walked out to the living room, where his eyes landed on Collins curled up form lying on the couch.  Silently, but quickly and smoothly as a snake, he peered over at his loves' face.

Immediately, the familiar, burning desire to tear his clothes off and make him scream at the top of his lungs filled his senses.  Grinning evilly, Angel leaned over, and gently licked the outside of Collins' ear.

Collins' eyes snapped open, and he sat bold upright.  Angel threw his head back and laughed merrily.

"Good Morning, my love!"  He sang merrily.

Collins focused in on Angel sitting on top of him, and anyone could see that his eyes too held a smidge of craziness. 

"My Angel!  Well well well!  Aren't you merry this morning?!"  Collins grinned widely and reached out, taking him by the waste.  Immediately, his hands started to explore the lean, beautiful body, and Angel laughed loudly, standing up and just out of his reach.

"Uh uh uh, baby!  None of this.  We don't wanna be owing MARKIE money, do we?" 

Collins laughed, also throwing his head back.  "I guess you're right.  You know something NUTS?!"

"Besides how fucking hot you are?!"

Collins tugged Angels' shirt seductively.  It could be guessed that Collins had split personalities, for all signs of the shy, quiet, intellectual teacher had disappeared.

"Besides that!" He giggled merrily, still teasing Angels' warm, soft skin.  "I was actually thinking last night that maybe we should…" his giggle turned into a nearly hysterical laugh, filled with a psychotic twinge, "that maybe we should CALL THIS WHOLE THING OFF!!!"  He broke off, unable to finish, falling back on the couch in a laughing fit. 

Angel joined in, climbing on top of him.  "Oh, yes!  That's exactly what he'd like us to do, wouldn't he?!  But we're gonna show him, my dear, aren't we?  We are gonna make him pay deeeeaaaarrrrlly…." And he leaned in, crushing his mouth against Collins."  The kiss quickly heated into an explosion of unbridled passion, as the two began yanking at each others' clothes.

Suddenly, their eyes snapped open, and they pulled away.

"NO!"  The simultaneous cry filled the room, and the laughs stopped.  All that was left were the traces of the psychotic smiles and the gleaming madness smoldering in their eyes.  They regarded each other with an air of insanity.

"Thanks to MARK, you and I can't even sleep in the same bed anymore!  We are NOT gonna let him win, are we Collins?!?!?  Huh?!?!  HUH?!?!"  Angels' voice cracked with hysteria.

Collins, shaking from head to toe, nodded his head fervently from side to side, his long dreadlocks flying left and right.

"We're not gonna let ANY of them win, my Angel!  ANY OF EM!!!!"

Suddenly, both men went very serious.  Angel pouted, tracing Collins' nose with his index finger.

"However…" he let his hands slowly drift to the lightly-haired chest underneath the soft fabric of his lovers' pajamas, "I am starting to get very…antsy…"  He leaned in, pressing his lips sensually against Toms' pulsing neck.  Collins moaned, and arched his neck, moving his body so that it fit against Angels' perfectly.

"Why don't you say we just let this whole thing drop, and we do each other right now, hm?"  The purring, uncharacteristic growl of Toms' voice echoed in Angels' ear, and Angel giggled again.

"You know we can't."  He clucked his tongue, shaking his head.  "Willpower, my love.  We have to have willpower…"

Collins' face fell in profound deprivation.  "Please?" he begged, pouting.

Angel branded his lips with one final kiss, before retreating.  "Get in the shower, professor."

Collins jumped to his feet.  Angel gasped, and covered his mouth with his hand.  Collins' eyes went wide.

"We can't let this keep on happening!  We can't!  We have to show them!"  He turned and sprinted to the shower, cackling merrily.  "Yes!  We must show them!  We must!"

Angel watched him go.

Then burst into tears.

Then stopped abruptly.

Then smiled.

Then whistled a happy toon as his shaking hands put a pot of coffee on to boil.

                                                                        ~~

Collins exited out to the kitchen twenty minutes later to see Angel sitting at the table, stirring a cup of coffee and forlornly staring off into space.

Collins sat down, poured himself a cup, and looked at Angel.

And started to cry.

So did Angel.

And they cried.

And cried.

And cried.

"I can't take this anymore!"  Collins wailed, sobbing into his coffee cup that he held with shaking hands.

"Me neitheeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" Angel cried, choking down a sip of the strong brown liquid.

"I wanna have seeeeeeeexxxxxxxxxxx!!!!"  Collins gasped in a big hiccupped sob, folding his arms on the table and letting his face fall into them.

"Me tooooooooo!!!!" Angel heaved, burying his face in his hands.

And they cried.

And cried.

Collins looked at Angel, his tear filled eyes drinking in his beauty, his body throbbing with a painful ache that could only be ceased in one way.  He sniffled and ran his hand over his eyes, wiping the tears away.

Angel cried harder.

"Stop looking at me like that!  We,--" hiccup, "we caaaaaaaaaaannnnn't…"

"I knnnooooooooowwwwww!" Collins sobbed, crying into his lap once more.

Then they stopped.

* Transition! *

Angel looked up, and smiled.

Collins looked up, and smiled.

"Honey!  You can't be dillydallying here all day!  You'll be late!  You have a class at 8 o clock!"  Angel chirped, standing up and taking his coffee cup to the sink.

Collins stood up and grinned happily, searching for his bag.  Shaking from head to toe, he smiled psychotically at Angel, and skipped to the doorway.

"Well, I better get moving before we jump one another!"

Angels' frozen, psychotic grin widened even more.  "Great idea!!!"

"See you at the loft tonight!"  Tom sang merrily, and left with a little wave.

Angel dropped the mug, shattering it into little pieces all over the kitchen floor.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Very hard.

So hard that he couldn't stop.

"God, I need to fuck!" He cried merrily to the empty apartment.  Then, throwing his head back in a hysterical fit, he headed off to the bedroom.

                                                                        ~~

"Professor?"

"Yiiiiiiiiiii!"  Collins jumped a mile high, and turned, psychotic grin and all, to his fellow teacher.

"Whoa!!!!  Jack!  You should know better to do that!  You never, EVER sneak up on CRAZY people!  It's just not healthy!  You could get yourself, hurt, you know!  Did you know that, Jack?!?!?!  Well, OBVIOUSLY you didn't know that, if you did, you wouldn't have DONE it!  Like, duh, me!!!"  Collins hit himself in the forehead.  Hard.

He didn't feel a thing.

The student teacher stared in wide-eyed fright at Tom, holding a few files in his hands.

"Um…Professor Collins, are you feeling all right?"

Collins threw his head back and yelped with laughter.

"All right?!  Do I feel all right?!?!?!  Does it LOOK like I feel all right?!?!"

"Well, um, I dunno, sir, you seem a little…out of it today.  I mean, look at you, you're shaking from head to toe!"

"SHAKING?!?!  REALLY!!!! AWESOME!!!!!"  Collins laughed merrily, and stared down at the coffee thermos in his hands. 

"Hey, Jack, who do you think was EVER genius enough to come up with CLOSED coffee thermoses?  Isn't that just incredible?!?!"

Jack nodded, dazed.  "Um, yeah, professor…it…sure…is…?"  Pause.  "Are you sure that maybe you're not having just a bit too much of that?"  He gestured to the coffee thermos.

Collins shrieked with laughter again, leaning up against the wall, his whole body twisting in hysteria. 

"Don't you WORRY so much, Jack!!!   I mean, hey, go easy on me!  I'm doin pretty good for someone who hasn't been laid in three days!!!"  He took a swig off coffee.

Jacks' eyes widened.  "I beg your pardon?!?!?!"

"Hmm?"  Collins suddenly, very abruptly stopped laughing and turned to look at the TA, eyes wide with attention.

Jacks' open mouth hung, as he dutifully handed the files to Collins. 

"Um…here…just have a look at these!"

And with that, the terrified boy turned and fled down the halls.

Collins looked after him.

And laughed.

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::KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!::

"Yeah?"

"IT'S ANGEL!!!!  OPEN UP THE DOOR, YOU WONDERFUL GROUP OF PEOPLE YOU!!!!"

Mark and Roger exchanged a look, and Mark headed over to the door.  Unhooking the chain, he twisted the knob and pulled it open.

Angel was leaned against the doorframe, his long black wig flung about in wild disarray.  A huge, ear-to-ear, practically psychotic grin was plastered on his face, and his eyes smoldered insanely.  It was an expression Mark had never seen Angel wear before.  His mascara was smudged, as if he had been crying, even though neither his eyes nor cheeks were red.  His dress was a bit rumpled.

And he was wearing mismatched shoes.

That was when Mark KNEW something was wrong.

"Mark!!!"  Angel cried, practically leaping into the loft.  "Well well well!  What a pleasant surprise!  How are we feeling this lovely spring day, boys?!"

Roger stared at Angel, wide eyed in shock, as if he couldn't quite register what he was seeing.

Mark, slack jawed, closed the door.  "Um…Angel?  Are you…feeling all right?"

Angel threw his head back and laughed merrily, spinning around in a circle.

"I've NEVER felt better!  And do you know WHY, Mark!?!?!?!"

Mark raised his eyebrows, blinking in shock. 

"Uh…no, can't say that I do…"

"Because YOU—" Angel pointed his finger directly in front of Marks' face, "are going to LOSE, my friend!!  You are going to lose BIGTIME!!!!" 

Marks' brow furrowed, before he asked:

"You mean, this has something to do with the bet?"

Angel cackled.  "Oh, this has EVERYTHING to do with the bet!  Get with it, Mark!  This is what happens to people when they don't get laid for a long time!"

"It's been three days, Angel!" Roger cried.

Angel ignored him.  "Don't mind me, boys!  I think I'm just a little out of it today.  But, come Friday night, when Collins and I can start making love again, I'll be back to my old self in NO TIME!!!!  And it WILL be Friday night, Mark.  Oh yes.  It will.  NOT BEFORE!!"

Angel laughed again, and headed off—no, more like SKIPPED off—into the direction of the kitchen.

"We're gonna win…we're gonna win…da da da da da, da!"

Roger turned to Mark, bewildered beyond mortal comprehension.

"Dear God!  What's HAPPENED to him?"

"I have no idea!"  Mark, incredulous, watched as Angel poured himself a glass of chocolate milk.

"Well, SOMETHING had to happen!  Look at him!  He's gone completely nuts!"

Mark turned up his hands helplessly.  "All THIS just for not having sex for a few days?!?!"

"I wonder how Collins is?"

Mark laughed.  "Suddenly, I can't wait till he gets here.  If there's one thing we can always count on, it's that Collins will be nice and calm—"

"HELLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYONE!!!!!"  Collins' cheerful voice rang through the loft.

Roger and Mark turned to each other.

Their eyes met.

"Oh, no!" Mark cried, running to the door.

"Hello there, Mark!  ROGER!  HEY!!  How's life been treatin' ya?!?!"  He turned to face the boys.

Roger gasped.  "MARK!  He has the same smile on his face!"

Mark gulped in dread.

"Roger, what is going ON here?!?!?!

Roger sighed, and turned to Collins, cautiously approaching him as one would a wild animal.

"Hey…Collins."

Collins didn't move, only stared at Roger, blinking with that crazy grin.

"So…how are you feeling?"

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

* Transistion! *

Collins started to cry.

Roger gasped.

Marks' mouth dropped open.

"Collins!  What's the matter?!"

Collins dropped his back on the floor, burying his face in his hands.  Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I need to get laaaaaiiiiiiiiddddddd!!!!"  He wailed, his hands dropping helplessly to his sides.

"Dear God, he's worse than Angel!!!!!"  Mark cried in horror.

"Hey!  Who's crying?"  Mimi walked out of the bathroom, tying her hair up into a big bundle.  Dressed in black leather, fishnets, and stiletto boots, it was obvious she was just heading out to work.

"Collins!!  My God!  What's wrong?!?!"

Collins sniffled.

"I want my Angel!"

Mimi's deep brown eyes blinked in unbelieving shock as Collins continued to bawl.  Just then, Angel walked out of the kitchen, holding a big glass of chocolate milk.

"HONEY!!  Hi—oh, baby, what's the matter?!"

Collins sniffled, and pouted.

* Transition! *

Angel started to cry.

"Oh, BABY!!  I know!  I know!!!"  Angel held out his arms and went weeping into Collins' embrace.  Mark, Roger, and Mimi watched in complete awe at the sudden change of mood as the two sobbed in each others' arms.

And sorta started to feel each other up.

"Oh, this is so horrible!  We need to have seeeexxxxx!"

"I know!"

"I can't wait any longer!  This is torture!!"

"It iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssss!!!!!"

Roger turned to Mark, and murmured, still in shock, "Well, Mark, I guess I was wrong.  It looks like you just might be getting your money…"

Mimi nudged Mark, tugging on his sleeve.  "Way to go, Markie!  Look what you've done!!!"

Mark turned to Mimi, eyes wide.

"What I'VE done?!?!  This whole thing was ANGELS' idea!!!!"

"Look at them!!! They've lost their minds!!!  You gotta do SOMETHING!!!!  Two seconds ago they were cackling like hyenas, why are they fuckin crying?!?!?!?!"

Mark turned back, looking at the two sobbing, shaking, out of control men. 

What could he do?!

Just then…

* Transition! *

Collins stopped crying.

Angel stopped crying.

Collins smiled psychotically.

Angel smiled psychotically.

"Oooooh!  Is that chocolate milk?!?!?!"  Collins asked, pointing at the glass Angel still held.

Angel giggled, that insane cackle ringing through the air.  "Yep!!  Want some?!?!?!??!!"

"YEAH!!!!"

"OKAY!!!"

The two grabbed hands and skipped merrily into the kitchen in search of the Hershey' Syrup.

The three stared after them.

Blink.

Pause.

Blink.

Pause.

"Oh…my…God…"

"Tell me bout it," Roger murmured, sitting slowly down on the couch.

"They REALLY need to have sex!"

"No kidding!  Have you even SEEN the way they're shaking?  ON TOP of all this crazy behavior?  It's like they're going through withdrawal!!!"

Mark looked at her.  "How would you know?"

Mimi shot him a look.  Mark flushed.

"Oh.  Yeah…"

Mimi sighed.  "Well, I hate to abandon you in a time of need, but The Cat Scratch Club is waiting."

"Oh, great, so you're just gonna leave us to fend for ourselves?!?!"  Rogers' eyebrows rose.

Mimi shrugged, and leaned down for a quick kiss.  "Maureen and JoAnne will be here soon.  I get off early tonight, don't worry.  That way you can tell me everything."  She grabbed her coat and headed towards the door.

"Good Luck!"

AND she was gone.

Silence.  Mark and Roger looked at one another in dread.

Just then…

"WOW!!!!!! LOOK AT THAT, HONEY!!!!!  IT CHANGED COLOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!  COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh, dear God!"  Mark murmured, slumping back on the couch. 

Collins and Angel skipped out of the kitchen, and to the table.  They plopped down in the chairs, stirring their chocolate milk wildly.

"Ohh!  Ohh!! Look, if you add MORE,  it gets even DARKER!!!!!!!!!  COOOOOOOOL!!  Isn't that just, like, so COOL Collins?!?!?!"

"YEAH!!!  OOOH, LOOK!!!!  And, and if you DON'T add more, it stays nice and light!!!!!!  Did you EVER notice THAT before?!?!?!"

The two threw their heads back and laughed hysterically, wiping tears from their eyes. 

Just then…

"OH…MY…"

"GOD!!!!!!"

Mark and Roger turned to see Maureen and JoAnne standing in the doorway, each one holding bags of groceries. 

"Oh.  Hey guys," Mark laughed weakly as the two slowly entered the loft, staring incredulously at the scene laid about before them.

No response.  After a consecutive five minutes of blinking and staring, Maureen turned to Mark in shock.

"WHAT did you DO to them?!?!?!"

Mark sat bolt upright, defensive.

"What did _ I _ do to them?!?!?!?!?  Oh, no no no no no!!!  You are NOT blaming this on me, okay?!  THEY are doing this to themselves!!!  If they would just have sex and get this whole bet over with, they wouldn't be crazy like this!"

"MARK!!!  LOOK AT THEM!!!  WHO _ ARE _ THESE PEOPLE?!?!"

"I don't know!  One minute they're laughing hysterically, one minute they're sobbing, the next they're freaking out over chocolate milk…they were like that when they got here!"

Maureen sighed, taking another look at the scene.  Then:

"Mark, you don't think that it might be a good idea to maybe call this whole thing off?"

Mark smiled a little.  "Maureen, this was the whole point of the bet.  That they couldn't last.  It doesn't matter if they go crazy.  This goes until Friday night, or until they do it."

Maureen stuck her hands on her hips.  "Mark, these are your friends.  Take a good look!"

And so he did.  Collins and Angel had now finished their chocolate milk and were staring at each other through their glasses. 

"Ooo!  Ooo!!  You're all WIGGLY!!!"

"YEAH!!  YOU TOO!!!  You're EYES are HUGE!!!"

Maureen gave Mark an 'I told you so' look.

"Mark, look.  Okay.  You've already proved your point.  You won.  Collins and Angel can't go five days without sex without going crazy.  Okay?  We believe you.  Think.  If you don't end this thing now, Friday is still two days away.  TWO MORE DAYS of THIS, Mark!  Is that really what you want?  Show a little mercy!"

Mark sighed.

"Just call this off, split the cash 50/50, and we'll all say you won.  Okay?"

Mark sighed yet again, slumping his shoulders.

"Okay.  I guess," he mumbled.  Then, straightening up, he took a deep breath and headed over to the table.

"Um…guys?"

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"  They screeched, jumping anxiously.  "Mark!!!  HEY!!!  What's up?!?!?!"

Mark looked back at Maureen, who raised her eyebrows expectedly.

Sigh.

"Okay.  Well, listen, I have a proposition for you."

"Hmmmmmm?!?!?!"  Eyes wild, they regarded Mark closely.

"Okay.  I can tell how badly you guys want this thing to be over.  So…why don't we just end this right here?  Like, okay, you're stronger than we thought, you've already gone this long, but I really don't think it's a good idea we continue.  I mean, you, like this…"  Marks' voice got very small.  "It's kinda scary.  So, like, why don't we just end this now, and split the money 50/50.  Whataya say?"

Silence. 

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Angel looked at Collins.

Collins looked at Angel.

Angel burst out laughing.

Collins burst out laughing.

Mark joined them.

"So…so does that mean a 'yes?'  It's done?"

"HA!!!  DONE?!?!"  Angel laughed hysterically.

"Yeah!"  Mark giggled, nodding his head.  "So then, it's decided.  We'll—"

"Don't you WISH."  Collins very suddenly stopped laughing, and regarded Mark with an evil stare.

Mark stopped giggling.  "Wh-What?"

"Oh yes!!  Just, 'call it off!'  THAT'S your solution, Mark, isn't it?!  That's exactly what you'd LIKE us to do, Markie, isn't it?!?!?!"  The cackling Angel suddenly stood up very suddenly, almost knocking Mark back.  "You'd just loooooooooovvvvvvveeeeeeee if we just gave up and fucked each other, wouldn't you?!  BUT I AM ON TO YOU!!!"  Angel cried, his wild eyes flashing.  "I am ON to you, Mark!!  And we are NOT calling this off!  We are gonna prove to you, Mark Cohen, once and for all that you were WRONG, and WE ARE GONNA WIN!!!!!!!!"

"YES WE ARE!!!!!!!!!!!"  Collins bellowed, standing up to be beside Angel. 

"YEAH!"

"YEAH!"

"Soooo!!!  Whataya say to THAT, Cohen!  EH?!?!"

Mark blinked, mouth open in shock.

"Okay!"  He sputtered out meekly, then turned and fled from the dining area, off to his room.

And hitting Maureen upside the head on the way.

"Oh, yeah, GREAT IDEA, Johnson!"

And with that, he stormed down the hall.  Maureen, rubbing her head, escaped into the kitchen to help JoAnne with the groceries.

Angel and Collins looked at one another victoriously.

* Transition! *

They started to cry.

"We should've agreeeeeeeeeeeeed…." Angel wailed, falling into Collins' arms.

"I knoooooooooooooooooooow!"  Collins sobbed into Angels' wild black hair.

"I need to fuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Meeeeee tooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!"

Their hands started traveling over each others' bodies, prodding, touching the warm skins.  They moved to fit against one another tightly, their lips grazing each others' necks and faces.

"Collins…I really, really WANT you!"  Angels' voice rose in alarm at the possibility that they might not be able to stop this time.  Involuntarily, his hands started tugging at Collins shirt, unhooking his belt.

Collins' gasped, clutching Angel to him almost in a rage, pulling at his clothing.

"I…I…I gotta have you, my Angel!  I gotta have you now!"

Pause.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

They flung, pushed away from each other, gasping for air, regarding one another wildly. 

"No!!!  No!!!  We are NOT letting him win!!!  NO!!"  Collins backed far, far away from Angel, trying to escape the seemingly magnetic force that kept drawing him to that warm, sexy body, long, wild hair (well, in this case, wig), deep black eyes, red, full, pouty lips, fine, well-built legs…

NO!!!  He told himself fiercely.  Don't you DARE!!!!!!

"I'm gonna go for a run!"  He cried, heading for the doorway.

"Yes!  Leave!  Leave before I fuck your brains out!  And don't come back till much, much later!"  Angel ran to the door, watching him disappear down the hall.

"You can bet on it!"

Angel slammed the door shut, and leaned against it fanning himself, trying to calm the rising passion burning within him.  That had been close.

God, he needed ice water.

* Transition! *

Smiling a big, happy grin, Angel whistled a happy jingle to himself as he headed towards the kitchen once again.

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Surprisingly, Angel was pretty much quiet for the time that Collins was gone.  He just sat on the couch, staring off into space with a much smaller version of that psychotic grin. 

His eyes, however, didn't seem to cease burning with that smoldering insanity.

Maureen and JoAnne regarded him prudently, exchanging looks every so often.

"Angel?"

Still grinning, Angel turned to look at the girls.

"You…you sure you wanna go through with this whole thing?"

"Quite sure," Angel answered quietly, his voice wavering with insanity.

JoAnne nodded carefully.  "Well…okay, Angel.  Then…" she gave Maureen a look, "then I guess we're here for you."

Just then, the door opened, and Collins, breathless, sweaty, panting, practically fell through the door.  JoAnne moved to help him, but Maureen held her back.

"Careful, Pookie.  Don't make any sudden movements."

JoAnne sighed.  "Honeybear…"  But nonetheless, she stood up slowly, heading over in Collins' direction.

Collins carefully stood up, still gasping for air.

His eyes landed on Angel.

Shit!

God Dammit, he is so fucking hot, he thought quickly, before forcing the thought out of his mind.

Angel drank in Collins sensually, eyeing the sweat, the heat, the tiredness, the panting…like he had seen him so many other times before.

Only difference was, this time Angel wasn't lying underneath him in the same condition.

The two stared at each other for about five seconds in complete silence, before…

"I think I need a cold shower!"  Collins cried, heading towards the bathroom.

"GREAT!  I'll go with you!"  Angel cried, jumping up from his position on the couch.

"Okay!"  Collins grinned wildly, grabbing Angels' hand.

"ANGEL!"  Maureen and JoAnne hollered simultaneously, regarding the drag queen evenly.  "Sit!"

The two froze, staring at each other in horrible longing before Angel, begrudged, yanked his hand away from Collins.'  Moping, Collins continued on to the bathroom as Angel plopped back down on the sofa.

He fell over, burying his face into the soft cushions.

And cried.

* Transition! *

                                                                        ~~

"Okay!  Well, I guess it's time we be heading home…I have an early meeting with some clients tomorrow," JoAnne stood up from the table, stretched, and helped Maureen to her feet.

"Thanks for cooking tonight, JoAnne.  It was great,"  Mark added, collecting the dishes.

"No problem!  So…where are the nutcases, may I ask?"

"Actually, I think all the mental instability of the day has caught up with them.  They're completely zonked."  Mark pointed to the couch, where Collins was sound asleep on one side, Angel on the other.

After playing with their food, building weird structures with it and laughing psychotically at what they had been able to construct the whole way through dinner, another "transition" followed, and Collins decided he needed to lay down, heading over to the couch.  Angel had once again offered to "go with him," but by the time he got there, Collins was already fast asleep.

Go figure.

Therefore, Angel plopped down on the other side, and within a matter of seconds, was out cold.

JoAnne sighed.  "Well, it's late.  I'll wake them up."

"Careful…" Roger warned, picking at his dessert.

"Oh, don't worry Roger.  I won't freak them out."

JoAnne gently touched Angel and Collins' knees.

"Guys…"

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"  The lovers shot awake, gripping onto the edges of the couch insanely, their savage eyes looking wildly around the room.  "Huh?  What?  WHAT?!?!"

JoAnne held up her hands.  "Whooa!!  Calm down!  It's just me!"

"Oh, JOANNE!  HEY!!!!!!!!  How are you?!?!"  Angel dissolved into crazed giggles, falling back down onto the sofa.

Collins looked at him and burst out laughing, standing up suddenly.

"What can we do for you, JoAnne?!?!  For I—" he bowed deeply, mimicking a servant, "am at your service!!"

JoAnne stared blankly.

"Mm hmm.  Anyway, uh, it's past one o'clock, I think it would definitely be a good idea if you two got home and went to bed."

"Ahhhhh!!!  You know how much we'd LOVE to, JoAnne, but you know the rule!!  We can't do THAT until Friday!"  Angel lunged to his feet, flinging his tangled mane back over his shoulder.

JoAnne sighed.  "No, no no.  I meant, like, get some sleep.  I mean, look at you guys.  You look like hell."

Angels' mouth dropped open exaggeratedly, and he stuck his hands on his hips.  "I resent that!"

Then he fell back over on to the couch.

How graceful.

"Yeah, well, c'mon, get into your coats and get home.  You guys need to rest.  Collins,"  she stifled a giggle.  "Maybe it would be best if you called off tomorrow?  I don't think it's good to be working in…well…in your condition."

"Actually, JoAnne, I will be getting a VERY good nights' sleep tonight."

"Really?"  She raised one eyebrow.

"Yep!  Cuz I'm sleeping here!"

Pause.

"WHAT?!?!?!?!" Mark and Roger shot up from their seats, eyes wide in horror.

"Yes.  I was doing some thinking, and I can't go HOME!!!!!  I mean, my ANGEL is gonna be there, lying all alone in that big bed, and I'll be trying to sleep, but I won't be ABLE to, cuz I'll be thinking about HIM, and then, I won't be able to control myself and I'll go running into our bedroom and throw myself on top of him and then we're gonna have hot, wild sex and I'll end up owing Mark $100 dollars!!!!"  He threw his head back in a grand, crazed laugh.  "THUS, it's DEFINETLY better that I stay here!"

"WHOA!!!!!!!!"  Angel cried.  "THAT is a GREAT idea!!!  Isn't he just so SMART?!?!"  He asked the others, rising once again to his feet to his feet.

"Uh…yeah…" Mark murmured, eyeing Roger miserably.

"Okay!  Well, whatever floats your boat!  C'mon, Angel, Maureen and I will walk you home."

"Awww!!!  That's so NICE of you, JoAnne!  Hey, everyone, haven't you all noticed really how truly NICE JoAnne is?!"

"Yeah, c'mon, Angel," JoAnne opened the door as the three stepped out into the hallway.

"Bye, my love!"  Angel cried.  Then, with a wicked grin, "I'll be thinking about you!"

Collins laughed loudly, and waved back.  "Me too!  Not exactly in the purest ways, either!"

"Good NIGHT, Collins!"  JoAnne closed the door.

Collins turned to Roger and Mark.

"OKAY!!!  So, I'm just gonna need some blankets and a pillow and all, and an alarm so that I get up on time tomorrow, and—"

* Transition! *

Collins collapsed onto the couch, and started to cry.

"Now I'm gonna be all LONELY toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhttttttt!"

Mark and Roger looked at one another, and sighed.

"Don't worry, Collins.  Mark and I'll get you your stuff."

* Transition! *

"Really?!?!?  GREAT!!!  You guys are just such great friends!!!"

And with that, he fell over on to the couch and was out like a light.

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I know, I know!  I'm so horrible, aren't I?!?!  This chapter was basically an effort to show the less…innocent sides of my interpretation of Collins and Angel.  ::Watches Casey do flips::  CASEY CALM DOWN!!!  Well, there are only two chapters left to go…poor, poor Collins and Angel.  Why do I torture them so?  Alright, now that they've completely lost their minds, I pretty much only have tomorrow, where well, you'll see…and then Friday, where they technically have to wait till midnight before they can…well…make up for the last week.  But by that time, they're not even....well, YOU'LL SEE!!!  So yanno.  Anyway…stay tuned, and see what hell I put them through next!!!