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Drabbles for the Dark of Night Challenge
This is for the Dark of Night Challenge at
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Drabbles all
In the dark it was easy to dream, to believe that things could be different. Wesley fingered the cut at his throat, the long jagged slash, as he stared out the window and up at the darkened sky. No stars, no moon, only the blackness of space bearing down on him.
His fingers moved of their own volition, playing with his other scar. The one nobody could see, just below the collar of his shirt. He shuddered as the pads of his fingers ran gently over the twin puncture marks.
Angel.
Yes, in the dark it was easy to believe.
- for some reason I'm really into Wesley/Angel lately. Spoilers through the Connor debacle.
He studied the V shaped constellation.
Michael showed him once, reluctantly, and Kyle made sure to remember. It'd taken a lot of coaxing to get Michael to talk to him. He could've asked the others, but Michael was the one who didn’t trusted him, who didn't like him.
And yet, Kyle couldn't help sitting, staring up at the stars, and thinking of the troubled, brooding boy. What would it be like to have Michael's trust, to have his friendship, his love? To feel Michael's lips on his, Michael's arms around him?
Kyle sighed.
Buddha says patience is the highest sacrifice.
- my first roswell slash! Not sure how it turned out . . . (no spoilers, really, maybe through the beginning of S2 if you really want to get technical.)
Xander watched his lover stalk through the cemetery ahead of him. Just the sight of Spike on the prowl got Xander's blood pumping, his body throbbing. So sleek, so sexy, moving like a panther, smooth and deadly, all at once.
The fledge didn't have a chance, and neither did the Master. Xander felt his penis stretch and fill against the zip of his jeans when Spike turned toward him, the vampire's feral grin illuminated by the full moon.
And then Spike was on him. Lips against lips. Hard cock against hard cock.
Hell, yeah. Xander loved Spike on the prowl.
- my OTP, no spoilers.
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Drabbles all
In the dark it was easy to dream, to believe that things could be different. Wesley fingered the cut at his throat, the long jagged slash, as he stared out the window and up at the darkened sky. No stars, no moon, only the blackness of space bearing down on him.
His fingers moved of their own volition, playing with his other scar. The one nobody could see, just below the collar of his shirt. He shuddered as the pads of his fingers ran gently over the twin puncture marks.
Angel.
Yes, in the dark it was easy to believe.
- for some reason I'm really into Wesley/Angel lately. Spoilers through the Connor debacle.
He studied the V shaped constellation.
Michael showed him once, reluctantly, and Kyle made sure to remember. It'd taken a lot of coaxing to get Michael to talk to him. He could've asked the others, but Michael was the one who didn’t trusted him, who didn't like him.
And yet, Kyle couldn't help sitting, staring up at the stars, and thinking of the troubled, brooding boy. What would it be like to have Michael's trust, to have his friendship, his love? To feel Michael's lips on his, Michael's arms around him?
Kyle sighed.
Buddha says patience is the highest sacrifice.
- my first roswell slash! Not sure how it turned out . . . (no spoilers, really, maybe through the beginning of S2 if you really want to get technical.)
Xander watched his lover stalk through the cemetery ahead of him. Just the sight of Spike on the prowl got Xander's blood pumping, his body throbbing. So sleek, so sexy, moving like a panther, smooth and deadly, all at once.
The fledge didn't have a chance, and neither did the Master. Xander felt his penis stretch and fill against the zip of his jeans when Spike turned toward him, the vampire's feral grin illuminated by the full moon.
And then Spike was on him. Lips against lips. Hard cock against hard cock.
Hell, yeah. Xander loved Spike on the prowl.
- my OTP, no spoilers.
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A/W was sweet. What might have happened off-camera. ;o)
Roswell slash! I'm a fan, but I would never have thought of Kyle/Michael. Still, interesting dynamic. Maybe they're both using her to get to each other? *g*
And my boys! Yay!
Hell, yeah. Xander loved Spike on the prowl.
Oh, don't we all! *g*
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And, you know, lately I can't seem to stay away from the Wesley!angst.
And, wow, you've *never* even *once* pictured Kyle/Michael together?? I have to admit, I'm a Michael/Maria shipper, but the thought has crossed my mind . . .
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Until I stumbled over Spander, my mind just didn't work that way. Now, of course, I watch movies and TV programmes and think 'yeah, they're doin' it', but I can't look back at stuff I've seen in the past and make it work like that. Maybe if they put Roswell back on I'd see the slashiness. *g*
And Wesley+Angst is just one of those eternal equations with no real solution. ;o)
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And X/S? ALWAYS of the good! Thanks ;^)
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And thank you again!
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