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Helloooooooooooooooooooooo! Just an on the spot ficlet ;)
He dragged a droplet of blood across his lips, colouring them a dull red. Through the cone of moon light that cut through the curtain, he spied his brown eyes opening wearily against the painful beam.
Paul could still almost feel Angus' hips contracting against his violently.
"Sorry about that", yawned his voice.
"It's okay", Paul breathed, examining his busted lip with a slight frown.
"You weren't the only one that got it remember?"
"Yeah", Paul mumbled, restraining himself from uttering another word.
It wasn't exactly hard to remember. There had been a stout man with pitted cheek bones lumbering down a hall after Angus, his attempt at hiding failing spectacularly. Angus had slipped round a corner and aimed a kick at the small of the man's back. There had been a ear shattering crack of splintering bones followed by a lot of writhing on the ground.
"I still don't see why you hit me", Paul mused, not expecting an answer.
"Meh...", came the other man's smooth voice.
It hadn't all been bad though. After all he did get to feel the presenter's lean tongue flicking against his rythmically and his hands sliding beneath his clothes...
(I know short XD)