(Same disclaimer- Me No Own Andy- Me Sad. I don't own any Buffy characters- Joss Whedon does, lucky chap. I don't own Red Dwarf either- shame. Oh and sorry the last one was so short, I wanted to leave a cliff-hanger but I didn't have much time!)
Before Andrew realised what was happening, he was staring up into a familiar face- Warren. Andy gasped for breath as Warren removed his hand and grabbed Andrew's shoulders, shaking him slightly. As if he was a small child, Warren wagged his finger at his friend, telling him off.
"What the hell did you think you were doing? You could've been killed!" Warren whispered angrily, his bad mood seemed to be back. As Andy cowered yet again, instinctively protecting his nose, Warren seemed to switch back into Mr. Nice Guy. He gathered Andy into a hug, holding him tightly. "I thought I'd lose you, and I couldn't live with myself if I was the reason you'd left."
Inside his own head, Warren was laughing at how 'Dawson's Creek' he sounded. However, it had the desired effect, Andrew smothered his face into Warren's shoulder, shaking with a mixture of fear and relief. Warren patted Andrew's back, rubbing the sweaty shirt until Andrew stopped crying and was ready to walk home. As he pulled away, Andrew left a trail of blood clinging to Warren's shirt- but the older boy didn't realise. He simply began to walk back home, with Andy trailing behind like a little blonde puppy. This image was reinforced when Andy began to whimper, ducking away from any sudden rustles or weird noises he heard coming from the bushes surrounding the pair.
Warren smiled to himself, Andy would love anyone who was strong and who would protect him; Warren could be that person. Without any warning, he reached behind and grabbed Andy's hand, causing the lad to stumble as he caught up with Warren's brisk pace. A sudden blush filled the blonde's cheeks as Warren pulled him even closer, looping a protective arm around his shoulder. Every time there was an odd noise it caused Andy to snuggle against Warren, a fact which the tallest lad committed to memory. He already knew that Andy was a coward, and that he was 'holding out for a hero,' someone who could keep him safe from all danger. Warren had already realised that all he needed to do to get Andrew's unwavering devotion was save the lad from a few scary and life- threatening situations, and Warren was already plotting quite a few of these.
Before they knew it, Andy and Warren had arrived back at the lair. They split there, Warren didn't wanted Jonathan to 'assume' anything- and Andy was equally nervous. They needn't have worried however, Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. A hastily scribbled note informed them that Jon was at some 'Late-Nite Voyager Club' or some other equally Jonathan-esque activity. Neither lad was able to decode the scruffy handwriting, nor were neither of them really bothered.
"L-looks like we got the place to ourselves," Andrew giggled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I w-w-wonder what's on?" He sank down onto his favourite beanbag, picked up the remote and began channel surfing.
"Boring, seen it, crap, hate his accent, shark-jumping, commercial, fuzzy picture, too kinky, seen it, not kinky enough." He mused to himself as spilt-second images flashed across the screen. Warren leant against the door frame and watched, amused. Andy sighed in despair, and crawled across the floor- scanning every video and DVD he could see until he found the right one. Smiling at the selection, Warren quietly walked into the room, sinking down onto the sofa and stretching out luxuriously as the theme music to 'Red Dwarf' filled the room.
"So we're in a SmegHead kind of mood?" Warren laughed as Andy sank onto his bean bag. "Come and sit here, it's comfier." Warren pulled his knees up to his chest, making room for Andy. The bean bag rustled as Andrew shot up eagerly, curling up onto the sofa beside Warren. As Red Dwarf got into full swing, Andrew found himself getting uncomfortable. He hadn't wanted to move too much, in case he annoyed Warren and got hit again; however Andrew's limbs were getting tingly from being in the same curled up position for so long, and in the end he had to stretch out. Warren was just about to get a drink, and sat up as Andy rearranged himself. There was a little flurry of legs and arms as both boys tried to move to where they wanted to be. Andy soon found himself huddled up in the corner of the cushions again, as e waited for Warren to return.
After a few minutes, Warren was back. He lay back in the position he'd been in before- and then surprised Andrew by pulling him down too. There was a lot of squirming until both lads had settled. This new position consisted of Warren lying on his back, with Andy beside him on his side. Andrew had his head resting on Warren's chest, and Warren had one hand rubbing around Andrew's shoulder and the other tickling a bare spot of flesh between Andy's sock and the bottom of his trousers. As the end credits of Red Dwarf filled the screen, Warren stroked Andrew's chin, turning his head gently so that the pair were gazing into each other's eyes. Andrew felt electricity crackle in the air; the same energy that Warren had created during the speel now filled the room- but this time Andrew felt safe and exicted. He leant closer to Warren, wrapping one arm around his neck and moving so that he was lying directly on top of him. Warren lifted his head up, tilting his head and closing his eyes. Andrew did the same, both lads leaning closer until the sparks and energy finally took over and they sank into sinful bliss.