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17: This is even better than reality TV.

[There's the sound of laughter. It's not exactly happy laughter, or the type of laughter that you have when somebody tells you a really funny story. In fact, it seems to have reached the point where it is exactly directed at everyone else.]

[The screen finally turns on, showing a particular demon grinning at the camera in the tidy location of a bar. Anthony J. Crowley is laughing at your misfortune, Vatheonites.]

Wow. Wow, this curse is priceless, isn't it? Just seeing all you people squirm when the truth is out...really, you make it easy to tell which confessions are the truth and which are not based on your reactions.

Ooh, and we've got some love confessions in there too! I have to say, watching all of these love triangles and squares and other polygonal figures is probably the best entertainment that I've had in the last several years.

[He snickers slightly, before taking a sip of wine.] And count my lucky stars, I honestly think the curse has passed over me. Haven't had the need to confess anything the last couple of days. Finally this place does something right.

[A pause as his smile widens.] So, don't be shy. Let all your secrets out to me. I'll have you know that I'm actually a pretty honest guy.

[...Wait a second. For a brief second, his smile falters. That wasn't exactly what he was meaning to say. But the smile is back as if nothing happened. Crowley is a pretty hard guy to read, after all.]

So, how about it?

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[His expression darkens for just a second as a certain succubus with long white hair flashes, briefly, in his mind then he smirks, though it has an edge to it.]

Be careful when scaring vampires, Crowley. Now are you going to let go or put those teeth to use?

I'm not afraid of you.

[He leans in, hissing softly, yellow eyes narrowed behind his shades.]

In fact, I think I find you somewhat attrac-

[No. He has to close his mouth somehow before he finishes that sentence. And Johnny is right in front of him and then it's like the world turns upside down because he's just closing the distance forcefully, this is obviously the best way to stop yourself from confessing things you don't want to confess right here.]

[Well. That was unexpected. Both the near confession and now this kiss. Some part of Johnny was yelling at him to respond and not just stand there in shock.

Finally, after a very brief moment, he did return the kiss, though not as forcefully as he had in the past, just enough to be responsive. If Crowley wanted control of this kiss, he could have it, Johnny's wits still weren't completely back to him.]

[Yeah, he's just going to keep kissing you. Because he's had enough, the alcohol is pumping through his system, and all these different feelings are there, and he hasn't had an outlet to let them out yet. Really, this is akin to an angry guy taking out his frustrations on a punching bag, except here it's with kissing.]

[He moves his hand off Johnny's neck, so at least he isn't choking him anymore. But he doesn't seem to be letting off anytime soon. What do?]

[Well. He'll just let him, then. As long as Crowley wants, it's not like Johnny has to breathe. Besides, he would never complain about a little rough treatment, he was a bit of a masochist, even if he didn't want to admit it.

If anything, he'll just bring his arms up around your neck because that's easier and creates more contact.]

[There are people staring. Crowley doesn't really care. The alcohol says go for it, so he goes for it by introducing a bit of his tongue into the mix. Hope you like that, Johnny.]

[This is like the best stress relief ever. Except not really, because Crowley is still fuming on the inside.]

[Johnny does like that and he greets that tongue with his own and he pulls himself closer, getting as much contact from this as he could.

It was strange to not be the initiator, but Johnny was definitely going to enjoy this for as long as it lasted.]

[And after a couple minutes of that, Crowley pulls away, frowning.]

I'm not your plaything, vampire. Think about that.

[He lets out a huff, and then storms off to the entrance of the bar, head whirling with what just happened. This was like Mr.H all over again, wasn't it?]

[Follow him?]

[Johnny stands there a minute, still in a bit of shock. Then he follows, not really interested in staying in the bar anyway.]

Crowley!

I certainly wouldn't mind switching the roles more often~

It's not about roles. Maybe it is.

[He stops in place and groans, rubbing his forehead as if this is all just a giant headache to him. The alcohol buzz is not helping.]

Just. I don't know, okay!? It's just that sometimes I look at you and I hate you so much that I want to just throw you against a wall and then have my way with-

[Okay, no. He's not finishing that sentence. Never ever in a million years. This can't be happening.]

[Johnny doesn't quite know what to say at first, but he steps closer, once again not taking note of personal space, but he doesn't move to actually touch Crowley.]

...as long as you hate me...then it's okay.

Unfortunately~ I'm not going anywhere~ Perhaps, one day, you'll give in~

Hmmmph.

[He tries, unsuccessfully, to not meet Johnny's eyes, but eventually he does, and his mouth creases further into a frown.]

The day I give in is the day when pigs fly, Johnny. Stop waiting for something to happen. Because throwing yourself over me just makes me more cross.

[He stepped closer, closing the distance, and brought a hand to Crowley's chin with a smile.]

Then maybe I should throw myself under you~

You should leave your window open sometime, Crow~ley.

[He flinches at the touch, trying to twist away like an animal caught in the grasp of its predator.]

So you want that, do you?

Really? So you you can just pop up in my private abode whenever you want to. No thankssssssssss.

[He hisses the last word, not concerned about holding it back since his mind is on more important things. Like trying to get out of the situation he just created.]

[Johnny smirked and closed the distance again, and kissed Crowley on the cheek. Then it was as if he'd never even been touching the demon; he let go and took a step away, crossing his arms.]

Thanks for being so forward with me, Crow~ley~

[He grows stiff at the kiss, seething slightly but remarkably still enjoying it, and exhales when the vampire steps away from him.]

I wasn't being forward with you. It was the bloody curse. That's all.

[Though the kiss had nothing to do with the curse at all, but he's pretending that it is, just to make himself feel better.]

Aaah~ Then some of it might be true and some of it might not be...is that it~?

[He tries to look thoughtful as if just now considering this possibility.]

Well, it was fun nonetheless~

Maybe everything I said was false. How are you supposed to know?

[A huff.] It wasn't fun for me. [He pauses, and then he snaps out in an annoyed tone:] What do you want from me, Johnny? Really. And don't try to avoid the answer.

[He looks as if avoiding the answer is exactly what he's going to do...but then changes his mind.]

I like you, Crowley and, whether you believe it or not, I like your company.

Plus~ You're attractive, I've always had an affinity for beauty~

Peh. [He sniffs slightly. Liking his company? That was odd.] Is that so? Even when I push you away and threaten to tear out your bodily organs and such? Strange choice of company you have there.

Then go kiss Michelangelo's David or something. Not me. While I am attractive, you probably didn't notice the big sign saying "Don't Touch."

Heh...You act as if that's something I should be unused to~ Not that it matters, I'm still interested in you~

And, please~ You're a better conversationalist than the David.

Well, commonly people take the hint. You don't.

[This is such an odd conversation he is having right now.]

So you like me for my wit, too? I thought you said that you didn't care about having a relationship, because honestly, it seems you like me for more than my body.

Mmmm~ Surely you've heard of friends with benefits, Crow~ley.

I have, but the major point of that? The word friends.

I don't have any friends, and you are definitely not even close to being an acquaintance.

Awww~! But you're my friend, Crowley~

Besides...there's always hatesex, if you'd rather. [Wink.]

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