Original: Delivery (Slash)
Effy stopped at home to pick up a change of clothes. The pink fairy was spending the night at his lover’s, even though Wesley didn’t know that yet. To his surprise his flatmate was home. “Yo Tyson.” Effy said in passing to the witch.
Tyson was in the kitchen brewing something, “Well hey there stranger, haven’t seen you for a year or so.” He came out of the kitchen, wiping frog slime on his hands onto his apron. “I would have thought you were dead, ‘cept the clothes in your closet changed every now and them. Where’ve ya been?”
Effy shrugged, sparkles raining down from his shoulders, wings, and hair. Really everywhere. Wesley would complain that his cleaning staff would have to literally follow Effy around if they ever hoped to get all the sparkles before they set into the carpet. “I finally got myself a lover. I‘ve been spending time at his place.”
“Ooh, a lover,” Tyson followed Effy to his room. “So, what’s he like?” He leaned against the doorframe.
Effy dug around in his closet, “Tall, dark, handsome. A serious killjoy whose eyebrow twitches when you put too much sugar in his tea,” Effy gave a fond smile, “reads way too many books.”
The witch rolled his eyes, “I will never understand you. So is he a fairy? Troll? Gargoyle?”
“Vampire.”
There was silence from the door, but Effy didn’t really notice as he hummed to himself, throwing more things in his overnight bag. Maybe he’ll stay for a week instead of just the night. He zipped up the bag and tossed it over his shoulder. The pink fairy turned towards the door, ready to leave. Tyson was blocking his way.
“Um. Excuse me, I need to get through.”
“At the risk of sounding dramatic, I can’t let you go.”
“Um. Why?”
Tyson frowned, “Vampires don’t take lovers, they take thralls.”
Effy blinked, “They take what-now?”
Tyson pulled out his wand from his back pocket, “I’m sorry Effy, this is for the best.” That was the last thing Effy heard before everything went black.
Effy woke up with a pounding headache and burning wrists. He was in his bed, which, in comparison to Wesley’s, was not soft at all. He tried to move and realized his wrists had been restrained. He tilted his head and looked up to see handcuffs locked around his wrists.
“Tyson?”
The witch came into the room. “Yes Effy?”
“Let me go.”
“I can’t,” Tyson shook his head, “Not until I’m sure that you are no longer enthralled by that vampire.”
“Tyson! I’m not enthralled!” Effy tried to magic his way out of the handcuffs, but they were apparently iron and so he was essentially powerless.
“That’s what you would say if you were enthralled.”
Effy heaved a sigh and hoped Wesley would realize his absence soon.
~9 days later~
Effy sighed and yanked futilely at his bonds. His wrists were beginning to rash. So not sexy.
“So here’s where you were, fairy.”
“Wessy!” Effy craned his head until he could look at the vampire, “you found me!”
Wesley grumbled something under his breath, and crossed the room in few strides. “You’ve been gone ten days. How am I supposed to remember to stop reading and eat if you’re not bugging me?”
Effy laughed, “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you?” He shifted and his handcuffs clanked. Wesley’s eyes narrowed as his attention was brought to them and reached for them.
“Back foul demon!”
Wesley dragged his eyes up to look at Tyson brandishing a fork, he had been eating dinner when the vampire had broke in and walked past him.
“Fairy, what is going on here?”
“I’m being held captive by my roommate until he decides that I’m no longer enthralled by a dangerous, and very sexy, vampire.”
“And how long, exactly, have you been handcuffed?”
“Ten days.”
Wesley scowled before grabbing the handcuffs and breaking them to pieces. He gently grabbed the fairy’s forearems and pulled him into a sitting position.
“I mean it, you blood-sucking leech!” Tyson brought Wesley’s attention back on him.
Effy piped up, “That’s redundant!” He was ignored.
“Oh?” Wesley sneered, “what are you going to do?” He slid across the floor, “turn me into a newt?” He leaned over Tyson, who had backed up against a wall once Wesley had started towards him. “You think you can do that before I rip your throat out?” The vampire gave him a black smile. Tyson turned white as a sheet, right before Wesley decked him.
Wesley walked back over and reached towards Effy, “I don’t enthrall my lovers.” Wesley pulled Effy up.
Tyson spoke through the blood dripping from his nose, “like I can believe the word of a blood sucker.”
“If you want I can give a demonstration of who I do enthrall,” Wesley grinned predatorily. They left Effy’s apartment with no further trouble.
They walked in silence for a bit, but a fairy can only handle so much of not talking.
“So when you drink someone’s blood they fall in love with you?” Effy said
“Yes.”
“Is that why you won’t drink my blood?”
“What is the point of having a lover that is forced to want to be with you?”
“I see,“ Effy was quiet for a moment before grinning, “Aw, my vampire is nothing but a big romantic.” Effy threw his arms around Wesley’s neck and let himself drag. After a few seconds of this he thought of something, “Wait, so how many of the delivery boys have you drank from?”
Wesley eyed Effy, “As my stalker-slash-lover, shouldn’t you already know?”
It didn‘t take Effy more than a moment to declare, “We are never ordering delivery again.”