E-mail: angelchildr@freaky.nu
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: It's hot. Wackiness ensues.
Disclaimer: They're not mine! I kidnapped them from Noxy (as you will soon find out).
Distribution: http://penned-insanity.freaky.nu/ (My site).
Author's Note: I hate summer. This is the hottest summer we've had in years (2002). It has fried my brain. This is the result of aforementioned fried brain. Also, the title is a comment Noxy made in her Livejournal.

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For some unknown reason, three blasphemously good-looking young men are standing around a small kiddie-pool in the middle of an empty room that lacks doors or windows. The heat in the room is oppressive and has the humidity to match. The three are sweating profusely, wearing only pairs of shorts, and their skin practically glows in the heat.

The shortest of the three has enormous blue eyes and is known to his friends as Casey Mills. He appears to be the coolest of the three as he stands there eating an ice cream cone. The other two young men watch in rapt fascination as Casey does what they consider to be obscene things to the ice cream with his tongue.

After several silent moments they manage to tear their eyes away from the spectacle to glance at each other. One of them (who we'll call Danny Rizzo, because that is, in fact, his name) leers at the other (yes, that'd be James Foley). James rolls his eyes, obviously used to such looks from Danny. Casey is oblivious to all of this, totally engrossed with his ice cream.

"Why on earth are we here again?" James asks while wiping the back of his hand across his forehead to prevent the trickle of sweat from running down his nose.

"I already told you, Foley. We've been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped? Who on earth would want to kidnap us, Rizzo?"

"It's Angel. I'm pretty sure she'll give us back as soon as she's done with us." Danny pauses and looks over at James, a perplexed look on his face. "I tried plying her with sexual favors, but she said that she couldn't be swayed on this. And something about it being too humid to touch other people comfortably." James stares at Danny, his mouth gaping open in apparent disbelief that Danny has failed in seducing someone.

"What exactly is she planning on doing with us?" Danny shrugs, but Casey manages to tear his attention away from his ice cream for a brief moment.

"Something dirty, I think. I don't much care; I have ice cream." James and Danny turn in unison to look at Casey with startled expressions. Casey returns their gazes calmly while licking at the quickly melting ice cream. "What? It's good ice cream." James blinks several times and shakes his head, trying to clear his mind.

"Alright. But 'something naughty'? What exactly does that entail? I mean, she can't expect us to…" James swallows audibly and looks uncomfortable. "Not in this heat, right?" Danny shrugs fluidly and leers at James again.

"Why, you have a problem with that?" James glares at Danny and takes a menacing step towards him.

"I just want to know why she's doing this! And why is it so hot?" Casey looks up once again from the cone in his hand.

"Angel said that it's much too warm where Noxy is, and it's much too warm where she is, and that we should be as warm as they are," he licks his ice cream several time to catch the drips. "Oh, and I think I heard her mutter something about 'Water, Ice cream, and Boys pretty.'" Danny raises an eyebrow and looks over at Casey.

"'Boys pretty'?"

"That's what she said," Casey shrugs. Danny turns to James with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

"Well, I guess that rules you out, Foley." James' head snaps up and his hurt expression is quickly covered by anger.

"Fuck you, Rizzo." Danny doesn't catch the hurt that rasps beneath the anger in James' voice and grins back at him.

"Well, apparently that's the plan." James glares hotly at Danny, who stops grinning and looks seriously at James. "James. Come on, you didn't think I was serious about that, did you?"

James turns his back on Danny and crosses his arms across his chest. Danny shakes his head and mutters to himself a bit, "Well shit." He walks over to stand behind James. Casey watches with interest. His ice cream cone is almost gone. "James?" James ignores him and continues to face the opposite direction. "James, come on. I wasn't serious. I think you're a real pretty boy." James rolls his eyes, but otherwise continues to ignore Danny.

"I think he wants you to apologize," Casey whispers loudly over to Danny.

"Is Casey right? Is that what you want?" He waits for a response, but gets none. "James, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Danny runs his hand down James' sweat-slick spine and leans in to whisper in James' ear. "You're beautiful. Don't you know that?" Danny's hands slide around James' hips, meeting just above the waistband to his shorts. "Forgive me?"

James shudders at the feeling of Danny's fingers and the breath curling around his ear. "I shouldn't, you know." James says, and he shivers again when Danny places his lips against James' slick shoulder.

"But…" Danny's single word is whispered against James' skin.

"But I probably will, for some reason." Danny's soft laugh rumbles through his chest and sends another shiver up James' spine. He feels the hands on his stomach move up to his shoulders, and then he is being turned to face the body behind him.

Dark eyes sparkle with something James doesn't really want to define, and a strong hand slides up from his shoulder to the side of his face. A quick glance over Rizzo's shoulder shows that Casey has finished his ice cream and is now watching the two of them intently. A thumb is run along James' lower lip, regaining his attention, before Rizzo leans in toward him.

"Ahem…" a female voice interrupts from across the room. The three of them turn around to see a girl around their age with dark hair and glasses leaning against the wall next to a door that hadn't been there before. She is standing there petting a rather fluffy looking bunny. She nods to them and smiles. "Gentlemen."

"Angel!" Danny takes a few steps in her direction. James looks over toward Casey. 'That's Angel?' he whispers to the blue-eyed boy. Casey nods in response. Danny, however, isn't done with what he was saying. He continues walking across the room until he stands right in front of her. "Why did you interrupt? I was just about to-" He gestures back towards James.

Angel smiles up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, I am well aware of what you were 'just about to.' And while I'm all for that, I'm letting you go."

"Letting us go?" Casey asks from across the room. Angel peers around Danny and smiles at him.

"Yep."

"Why?"

"Well, actually, the heatwave broke. And now I'm fresh out of inspiration. See Matilda here," she gestures to the bunny in her arms, "is my smut bunny. And she's being wholly uncooperative today. Besides, while I have you caged up in here, Noxy can't play with you. And frankly, I want to know what happens next in the series. So I'm giving you back." She smiles sweetly and opens the door, letting in a cool rush of air. "There you go." She turns and walks out, humming to herself and still petting the bunny in her arms.

The three of them look at each other apprehensively, obviously expecting something else odd to happen. When it doesn't, and the pull of the cooler air becomes too great to resist, they all exit the room and head back to their normal author.

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