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http://users.livejournal.com/_beetle_/ posting in slashthedrabble Jan. 16th, 2005 06:55 pm)Title: Chalky
Pairing: X/?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine on an intergalactic scale.
Feedback: If it feels good, do it.
Notes/Spoilers/Warnings: Nebulous S2, no spoilers.
Summary: For the current challenge, “Taste”. Just read it, stop hounding me for details, it’s a drabble fer Jeebus’ sake!
“Buffy is so right,” Xander mumbles.
“Got something to say, boy?”
Xander still can’t look away from the unzipped fly and God, do his knees ache.
“Evil does taste kinda chalky.”
When the laughter starts, Xander wishes he was dead, hopes this is the moment he finally gets drained or his neck gets snapped or - something. Anything but the sick want - sick need that brings him to the factory most evenings.
But there’s no draining, no neck-snapping, only a cool, dry, disturbingly tender kiss on his cheek.
It’s not over, yet.
“Run along home, boy.”
And Xander does.
Pairing: X/?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine on an intergalactic scale.
Feedback: If it feels good, do it.
Notes/Spoilers/Warnings: Nebulous S2, no spoilers.
Summary: For the current challenge, “Taste”. Just read it, stop hounding me for details, it’s a drabble fer Jeebus’ sake!
“Buffy is so right,” Xander mumbles.
“Got something to say, boy?”
Xander still can’t look away from the unzipped fly and God, do his knees ache.
“Evil does taste kinda chalky.”
When the laughter starts, Xander wishes he was dead, hopes this is the moment he finally gets drained or his neck gets snapped or - something. Anything but the sick want - sick need that brings him to the factory most evenings.
But there’s no draining, no neck-snapping, only a cool, dry, disturbingly tender kiss on his cheek.
It’s not over, yet.
“Run along home, boy.”
And Xander does.
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*palms sweat off face*
If only I could do that with the longer fics. . . .
Some dude once said that facing one giant project is like facing a rhinocerous but facing a bunch of smaller projects is like playing ping-pong. I'm pretty sure it was either Hemingway or DH Lawrence.
They are both wise, but not as wise as you.
*bows and snogs*
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"Nothing," Willow said. "Just trying to see how he's, I mean, it's engineered."
"You're trying to get it working again, aren't you? Ooh, Xander's gonna be soooo mad..."
"It's just such a fascinating piece of technology. And not if you don't tell him about it."
Dawn considered. "Fine, I won't tell him... if you let me play with the bot."
"Play?" Willow faced twisted in an expression of horrified disgust. "Oh my God. Ew. Ew, ew, ew. And did I mention, ew?"
"What? Don't tell me that if you were still straight, you wouldn't be tempted."
"You're a kid, Dawn. Your thoughts are supposed to be pure. And I would not. And again I say 'ew!'"
Dawn pouted. "Is that a no?"
"Yes, that's a no on the general principle that it would be wrong, wrong, wrong," Willow said as she connected one last wire and snapped a panel shut. "Plus, I'm pretty sure the bot only has eyes for Spike."
The Xanderbot's eyes popped open. "Spike!" it repeated enthusiastically. "Tell me, where is my incorrigibly evil, wickedly sexy, supernaturally strong and utterly irresitible master?"
"Um, I'm not sure..." Willow hedged.
"Well then I must find him." The Xanderbot started across the basement toward the stairs. "Certainly his long, hard cock is in need of servicing."
"Servi--?" Dawn's question was cut short when Willow's hand clamped over her mouth.
"Do not ask," Willow said.
"Whuh? Ufcoingerfotewhunoutungkuhbuhuh."
"No," Willow said, keeping her hand firmly in place. "It is not kind of hot when you think about it. And we are not thinking about it."
The bot, already halfway up the stairs, turned back and smiled.
"Oh, and thank you so much for fixing me, Willow, my gay and not-half-bad friend. If Spike permits me to talk and does not keep my mouth busy with other tasks, I will be certain to let him know that it was you who gave him back his hot little piece of slut ass."
Willow and Dawn gaped as that ass disappeared through the basement door.
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"Play?" Willow faced twisted in an expression of horrified disgust. "Oh my God. Ew. Ew, ew, ew. And did I mention, ew?"
"What? Don't tell me that if you were still straight, you wouldn't be tempted."
"You're a kid, Dawn. Your thoughts are supposed to be pure. And I would not. And again I say 'ew!'"
I lurve your Dawn =D she's so - awesome!
The Xanderbot's eyes popped open. "Spike!" it repeated enthusiastically. "Tell me, where is my incorrigibly evil, wickedly sexy, supernaturally strong and utterly irresitible master?"
"Um, I'm not sure..." Willow hedged.
"Well then I must find him." The Xanderbot started across the basement toward the stairs. "Certainly his long, hard cock is in need of servicing."
"Servi--?" Dawn's question was cut short when Willow's hand clamped over her mouth.
"Do not ask," Willow said.
"Whuh? Ufcoingerfotewhunoutungkuhbuhuh."
"No," Willow said, keeping her hand firmly in place. "It is not kind of hot when you think about it. And we are not thinking about it."
ROTFLMAO - you have to post this - seriously. Post it! Don't make me come down there!
"Oh, and thank you so much for fixing me, Willow, my gay and not-half-bad friend. If Spike permits me to talk and does not keep my mouth busy with other tasks, I will be certain to let him know that it was you who gave him back his hot little piece of slut ass."
Willow and Dawn gaped as that ass disappeared through the basement door.
*falls in lurve with you all over again*
Please post this, it's too good not to.
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I found this in Beetle's memories and I had to stop what I was doing (getting her archived stories up-to-date) and add this to your page on The Spander Files (http://www.spanderfiles.com/)
It's so funny, I loved this bit:
The Xanderbot's eyes popped open. "Spike!" it repeated enthusiastically. "Tell me, where is my incorrigibly evil, wickedly sexy, supernaturally strong and utterly irresitible master?"
"Um, I'm not sure..." Willow hedged.
Loved it all, actually
*hugs*
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i think it's somewhere in my memories, too...
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I kinda think Xander was just being a wiseass. Courting death, so to speak.
I doubt vampire spooj is chalky. It's probably kinda coppery and salty.
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Sorry I took so long to respond, I totally forgot to keep checking here for comments since it wasn't posted in my journal. D'oh!
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=D
I could see writing more in this 'verse (the guilt!verse?) if I could keep up the imagery *blushes* thanks, btw.
*ponders starting a whole new 'verse*