"Aleister Crowley, Snow, you can stop laughing now." Baz glared at his roomate, who had shut the door to their room and was leaning heavily against it.
"I'm not sure I can." Simon tried to catch his breath. " 'Little bunny rabbits.' "
"What was I supposed to say?" Baz threw his arms up. "Swotty old Professor Windsor asked me what I thought is killing the deers. What could I have said?"
He rearranged his expression into a doe-eyed look of mock innocence. Simon sat up attentively. "Oh, well, you-you see, Professor, I've been eating the deers. Well, drinking them. . ."
"Oh, Baz." Simon crossed the room to sit Indian-style on Basilton's duvet. "You'll be the death of me, I swear on the Mages."
"Mmm." Baz joined Simon, leaning back between his knees and resting his head on the other boy's chest. "The death of you and countless innocent deers."
He could feel the rumble of Simon's laugh. "Oh, Baz. . ."
"Don't 'Oh, Baz' me. You're such a wanker, Snow. Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around. I could toss your body in the sausage grinder. . ." He trailed off thoughtfully.
"You love me," Simon said confidently.
"Yes, there is that." He sighed heavily, twisting in Simon's lap till they were face-to-face. Simon sat forward so Baz could wrap his long legs around his waist.
"I love you too, Baz," Simon whispered, leaning his forehead on Baz's.
"Aleister Almighty, you better," Baz teased softly.
"Oh, Baz," Simon said, and pressed a soft kiss to Baz's nose.
"I love it when you say my name like that."
"Oh, Baz." A kiss on the edge of his jaw.
Baz leaned forward until Snow lost is balance and was on his back under him. He kissed Simon heavily on the mouth, nipping at his lower lip. His hand raked down Simon's chest.
"Oh, Baz!"
"Hey, Simon, I thought -- oh." Agatha stepped backwards as the boys sprang apart, Baz rolling gracefully off of Simon. "Sorry, I keep forgetting --"
Simon leapt to his feet, brushing himself off of invisible dirt. "No, Agatha, it's fine. Come on in."
Agatha wrung at her cape nervously, her dark hair still dusted in frosty white powder. "Er, Baz, I have some bad news. Really bad. Life-changingly bad."
Baz thumped his head against the wall. "Crowley, Aggie, just tell me."
"Er, well, I've just spoken to Penelope."
"Call the Enquirer." Simon groaned and rolled onto his stomach on Baz's bed. "Name of the Mage, Agatha."
"Oh, shut up, will you?" Agatha focused on Baz. "She knows what you are. And she wants to go to the Mage."
