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phendog.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 24th, 2004 12:24 am)THE NIGHT IS OURS
A drabble/ficlet series written for this week’s challenge in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble of “In the Dark of Night.” Ratings everything from PG to R.
*grin* What can I say? In my world, everyone is doing it.
Vampires – 300 words
Angelus can hear the heartbeat and can even smell the blood rushing beneath the skin, fresh and hot, as he watches her toward them. He can feel his companion tense, waiting to pounce, but Angelus tightens his hand on the other’s shoulder cautioning him to wait.
Not that the waiting is necessary—they could take down their prey at any time. Instead, it is about anticipation.
Angelus can see the young woman is completely unaware, walking through the night with ease, shivering only slightly from the chill in the air. That will change, he knows. In minutes she will grow uncertain. Then she’ll see their faces and tremble in terror. Finally, she’ll scream in the ecstasy of dying by the vampires’ bite. He needs only to think of this to grow hard, harder with arousal.
Only when he can no longer contain himself does he nod to his companion and, together, they emerge from the shadows into the moonlight. His progeny greets the girl lewdly, and Angelus reaches out to grab her arm, as she tries to tear away.
It takes a mere instant before Angelus wins the struggle and places his fangs to the girl’s neck, letting them sink into the warm, inviting flesh, hot blood rushing out to greet him. Then she screams. It isn’t until the second pair of teeth find her opposite shoulder that she sags and gives in.
At last, she slumps to the ground between them, a useless husk. Angelus reaches out, pulling Will to him. Harshly, he claims his Childe’s mouth roughly his own, letting the lingering taste of the girl’s blood be shared between them. Stepping closer, he grinds himself into William the Bloody, finding the other vampire equally hard and willing.
Angelus pulls away for a moment to say “The night is ours.”
“Hell yes.”
Sorcerers – 200 words
The sunlight is harsh and bright—to the point it almost seems to hurt his eyes after months of sleeping through the day and living for the night. The daylight if for the others who live for order and certainty and rules, those who live boring lives of working eight to five and going home to families of hungry mouths.
Chaos though…chaos lives for darkness and night. The uncertain moon and ancient stars, bathing the earth in their primeval power, the velvet cloak hiding their deeds, the wild magic of the demon realms…this is not only the night, it is the time of magic. These are lessons Ethan has taught him well.
Ripper shrugs on his jacket and watches as Ethan stands at the door tracing shapes in the air, his magic leaving trails of blue and gold behind, hanging in the air.
“Ready to go Rip?” Ethan asks impatiently, eyes already dilated and black, fingers unable to hold still, as his form reeks of chaos and magic.
Ripper grins, feeling his own power restless within and imagining what the night will bring as the city lays before them. “The night is ours.”
Ethan smiles. “Yes. It is.”
Slayers – 200 words
“Shit!” Faith yells to the night as another vampire emerges, and she finds it a two on one fight. Shoving out her elbow she catches one in the chest, causing it to grunt and step back. The remaining bit of her momentum goes to help her push off from the ground as she launches herself into a well aimed spin kick to get the other. He falls to the ground and she leaps on him, plunging the stake deep into his chest.
Unfortunately, the second vamp recovers too quickly. Snarling, he grabs her shoulder, spins her around and pins her to the ground in the dust of his partner. “Slayer,” he hisses.
Faith has just a moment to feel the twinge of fear, before a look of surprise appears on his face. Seconds later he melts into dust, and another body falls through his.
“I would have had him,” Faith informs her rescuer, who is laying atop her, pressing down chest to chest.
“Sure you would have. But, hey, that’s the point of there being two of us.”
“The night is ours, B,” Faith grins back at her.
Buffy lets her weight rest on the other girl for a moment, panting from her own adrenaline rush. “Gotta love this job.”
Zeppos – 100 words
The only thing that hurts worse than the physical pain of the chip is what it has forced him to become—useless. A vampire who can’t feed is impotent, deprived of the very thing that makes him what he is.
Spike had wanted to just end it all, until he found the one thing that might be worth living for. During the day, they kept up appearances, trading jabs and insults, being their useless selves, but at night…the night was about passion, flesh against flesh, finding meaning in each other.
“The night is ours,” Spike whispers as he sinks himself deep into Xander’s body.
“Please, yes,” the other groans.
Witches – 100 words
Willow remembers the first time. She’d never thought it could be like that—softness and sparks, laughter and floating, singing and spells filled with total ecstasy.
Now she can’t wait for it all to happen again. They’ve waited through the day—through classes and meetings and friends. But it’s night now, and they’re safely tucked in her lover’s room, on her lover’s bed.
Willow slides her hand up the other girl’s shirt, grateful for bra’s that clasp in the front. “The night is ours.”
Tara smiles softly, eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of Willow’s probing fingers. “Thank the Goddess.”
Geeks – 200 words
“You lost the roll. You died by my fireball.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t fair. Why do I always end up a powerless dwarf?” Andrew whines.
“Hey, not my fault if I’m rolling twenties tonight. Besides you shouldn’t choose a name like Yarnalnick Ulsernon,” the other says, rolling his eyes.
Andrew is honestly confused, and wrinkles his nose. “What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s stupid.”
“And Harlan Magicryn isn’t?” Andrew asks.
“At least you can pronounce it.”
Andrew pauses for a bit, halfway shy to bring up what he wants to do next. But Warren’s left them alone in the secret lair for the evening and isn’t coming back, so he’ll know. “Want to play again?” He licks his lips. “You know, the other way? I mean, with Warren gone, the night is ours.”
Jonathan tries to hide the thrill, remembering the first time Dungeons and Dragons had turned into another game entirely. One that involved nakedness and touching. It was okay because it was just game, right? That didn’t mean he was gay. He’d love to play again, but he thought Andrew would never ask. “Yeah…I guess,” Jonathan says out loud.
Andrew smiles happily and hopes Jonathan keeps rolling twenties.
Potentials – 200 words
Vi sneaks upstairs and outside to the back porch, hoping no one notices. The house is too dangerous, and it’s something they’d never dare in the light of day, but outside and in the dark of night on the other hand…Hopefully no need to worry about Bringers on the Slayer’s own property.
Rona and Kira are already there. It’s obvious they haven’t waited for her. Rona’s hand is just visible, tucked into Kira’s jeans where the zipper is pulled down and the fly unbuttoned. Kira’s head is thrown back, and she’s panting heavily. Vi watches hungrily as she sees the slight movement of the hand wiggling within the confines of constricting denim. Rona’s other hand cups Kira’s breast through the fabric, massaging it with the same frantic rhythm.
Vi can’t wait for her hands to be busy with heated flesh, and to feel fingers in her own intimate crevices bringing her to that edge she desperately craves.
Vi sneaks up and slides her hands to Rona’s shoulders. “Hey, do I get to cut in?”
Rona shrugs and smiles, causing a moan of disappointment. “Sure, why not? So long as we don’t wake up the others, the night is ours.”
“Great!”
Watchers – 200 words
They’ve talked so long it’s grown dark. Or, more accurately, Giles thinks, he’s done most of the talking, because all the other man, sitting in booth with him in the back of the dingy bar, will offer are occasional monosyllabic answers.
Still, Giles knows the hurt is deep, and wishes there were something he could do to relieve it. He’s tried sharing the story of how he felt when Jenny died, trying to demonstrate he understood the loss of love to some horrifying power. Like the other, it even occurred in his own bed, though he at least was spared—deprived?—the opportunity to hold her in his arms as she died. Even this fails to draw much of a response, however.
Giles considers for a moment. Perhaps what Wesley needs is not to talk about Fred, but rather to have his mind forced elsewhere, if even for a little while. He allows himself to raise his hand and put a gentle palm to Wesley’s face, encouraging the other Watcher to look at him. “Wesley, if you want, the night is ours.”
Wesley sighs and seems to sag into the touch. “Please,” he whispers, wanting nothing more than to forget.
A drabble/ficlet series written for this week’s challenge in
slashthedrabble of “In the Dark of Night.” Ratings everything from PG to R.*grin* What can I say? In my world, everyone is doing it.
Vampires – 300 words
Angelus can hear the heartbeat and can even smell the blood rushing beneath the skin, fresh and hot, as he watches her toward them. He can feel his companion tense, waiting to pounce, but Angelus tightens his hand on the other’s shoulder cautioning him to wait.
Not that the waiting is necessary—they could take down their prey at any time. Instead, it is about anticipation.
Angelus can see the young woman is completely unaware, walking through the night with ease, shivering only slightly from the chill in the air. That will change, he knows. In minutes she will grow uncertain. Then she’ll see their faces and tremble in terror. Finally, she’ll scream in the ecstasy of dying by the vampires’ bite. He needs only to think of this to grow hard, harder with arousal.
Only when he can no longer contain himself does he nod to his companion and, together, they emerge from the shadows into the moonlight. His progeny greets the girl lewdly, and Angelus reaches out to grab her arm, as she tries to tear away.
It takes a mere instant before Angelus wins the struggle and places his fangs to the girl’s neck, letting them sink into the warm, inviting flesh, hot blood rushing out to greet him. Then she screams. It isn’t until the second pair of teeth find her opposite shoulder that she sags and gives in.
At last, she slumps to the ground between them, a useless husk. Angelus reaches out, pulling Will to him. Harshly, he claims his Childe’s mouth roughly his own, letting the lingering taste of the girl’s blood be shared between them. Stepping closer, he grinds himself into William the Bloody, finding the other vampire equally hard and willing.
Angelus pulls away for a moment to say “The night is ours.”
“Hell yes.”
Sorcerers – 200 words
The sunlight is harsh and bright—to the point it almost seems to hurt his eyes after months of sleeping through the day and living for the night. The daylight if for the others who live for order and certainty and rules, those who live boring lives of working eight to five and going home to families of hungry mouths.
Chaos though…chaos lives for darkness and night. The uncertain moon and ancient stars, bathing the earth in their primeval power, the velvet cloak hiding their deeds, the wild magic of the demon realms…this is not only the night, it is the time of magic. These are lessons Ethan has taught him well.
Ripper shrugs on his jacket and watches as Ethan stands at the door tracing shapes in the air, his magic leaving trails of blue and gold behind, hanging in the air.
“Ready to go Rip?” Ethan asks impatiently, eyes already dilated and black, fingers unable to hold still, as his form reeks of chaos and magic.
Ripper grins, feeling his own power restless within and imagining what the night will bring as the city lays before them. “The night is ours.”
Ethan smiles. “Yes. It is.”
Slayers – 200 words
“Shit!” Faith yells to the night as another vampire emerges, and she finds it a two on one fight. Shoving out her elbow she catches one in the chest, causing it to grunt and step back. The remaining bit of her momentum goes to help her push off from the ground as she launches herself into a well aimed spin kick to get the other. He falls to the ground and she leaps on him, plunging the stake deep into his chest.
Unfortunately, the second vamp recovers too quickly. Snarling, he grabs her shoulder, spins her around and pins her to the ground in the dust of his partner. “Slayer,” he hisses.
Faith has just a moment to feel the twinge of fear, before a look of surprise appears on his face. Seconds later he melts into dust, and another body falls through his.
“I would have had him,” Faith informs her rescuer, who is laying atop her, pressing down chest to chest.
“Sure you would have. But, hey, that’s the point of there being two of us.”
“The night is ours, B,” Faith grins back at her.
Buffy lets her weight rest on the other girl for a moment, panting from her own adrenaline rush. “Gotta love this job.”
Zeppos – 100 words
The only thing that hurts worse than the physical pain of the chip is what it has forced him to become—useless. A vampire who can’t feed is impotent, deprived of the very thing that makes him what he is.
Spike had wanted to just end it all, until he found the one thing that might be worth living for. During the day, they kept up appearances, trading jabs and insults, being their useless selves, but at night…the night was about passion, flesh against flesh, finding meaning in each other.
“The night is ours,” Spike whispers as he sinks himself deep into Xander’s body.
“Please, yes,” the other groans.
Witches – 100 words
Willow remembers the first time. She’d never thought it could be like that—softness and sparks, laughter and floating, singing and spells filled with total ecstasy.
Now she can’t wait for it all to happen again. They’ve waited through the day—through classes and meetings and friends. But it’s night now, and they’re safely tucked in her lover’s room, on her lover’s bed.
Willow slides her hand up the other girl’s shirt, grateful for bra’s that clasp in the front. “The night is ours.”
Tara smiles softly, eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of Willow’s probing fingers. “Thank the Goddess.”
Geeks – 200 words
“You lost the roll. You died by my fireball.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t fair. Why do I always end up a powerless dwarf?” Andrew whines.
“Hey, not my fault if I’m rolling twenties tonight. Besides you shouldn’t choose a name like Yarnalnick Ulsernon,” the other says, rolling his eyes.
Andrew is honestly confused, and wrinkles his nose. “What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s stupid.”
“And Harlan Magicryn isn’t?” Andrew asks.
“At least you can pronounce it.”
Andrew pauses for a bit, halfway shy to bring up what he wants to do next. But Warren’s left them alone in the secret lair for the evening and isn’t coming back, so he’ll know. “Want to play again?” He licks his lips. “You know, the other way? I mean, with Warren gone, the night is ours.”
Jonathan tries to hide the thrill, remembering the first time Dungeons and Dragons had turned into another game entirely. One that involved nakedness and touching. It was okay because it was just game, right? That didn’t mean he was gay. He’d love to play again, but he thought Andrew would never ask. “Yeah…I guess,” Jonathan says out loud.
Andrew smiles happily and hopes Jonathan keeps rolling twenties.
Potentials – 200 words
Vi sneaks upstairs and outside to the back porch, hoping no one notices. The house is too dangerous, and it’s something they’d never dare in the light of day, but outside and in the dark of night on the other hand…Hopefully no need to worry about Bringers on the Slayer’s own property.
Rona and Kira are already there. It’s obvious they haven’t waited for her. Rona’s hand is just visible, tucked into Kira’s jeans where the zipper is pulled down and the fly unbuttoned. Kira’s head is thrown back, and she’s panting heavily. Vi watches hungrily as she sees the slight movement of the hand wiggling within the confines of constricting denim. Rona’s other hand cups Kira’s breast through the fabric, massaging it with the same frantic rhythm.
Vi can’t wait for her hands to be busy with heated flesh, and to feel fingers in her own intimate crevices bringing her to that edge she desperately craves.
Vi sneaks up and slides her hands to Rona’s shoulders. “Hey, do I get to cut in?”
Rona shrugs and smiles, causing a moan of disappointment. “Sure, why not? So long as we don’t wake up the others, the night is ours.”
“Great!”
Watchers – 200 words
They’ve talked so long it’s grown dark. Or, more accurately, Giles thinks, he’s done most of the talking, because all the other man, sitting in booth with him in the back of the dingy bar, will offer are occasional monosyllabic answers.
Still, Giles knows the hurt is deep, and wishes there were something he could do to relieve it. He’s tried sharing the story of how he felt when Jenny died, trying to demonstrate he understood the loss of love to some horrifying power. Like the other, it even occurred in his own bed, though he at least was spared—deprived?—the opportunity to hold her in his arms as she died. Even this fails to draw much of a response, however.
Giles considers for a moment. Perhaps what Wesley needs is not to talk about Fred, but rather to have his mind forced elsewhere, if even for a little while. He allows himself to raise his hand and put a gentle palm to Wesley’s face, encouraging the other Watcher to look at him. “Wesley, if you want, the night is ours.”
Wesley sighs and seems to sag into the touch. “Please,” he whispers, wanting nothing more than to forget.
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I liked them all, but particularly the last one - poor Wes *sniff*
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Not productive...just sorta...bored ;^)
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As for the rolling 20's...you can blame the D&D theme on a recent comic from
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*ponders* Maybe because all my friends are giles people ;^)
Thanks!
Happy Christmas to you as well!
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Anyway, thanks for stopping by and saying lovely words!
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Glad I could make you laugh, and HEY! Convincing ANYONE a Gilesship is doable is worth my time ;^)
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Glad you enjoyed!
More when I find the energy/time ;^)