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Pink
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Angel/Wes
Rating: Hard R? Maybe NC-17?
Angel’s favorite part of sex with Wesley is when Wes’ ears turn pink. Angel says the dirtiest things he can imagine, just to see Wesley close his eyes and flush up to his ears until they’re pink and warm.
“I’m going to fuck you into the ground.”
Pink.
“I’m going to chain you over your desk and fuck you whenever I want, for days. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Pink.
“Wanna be my sex slave, Wes? Naked all the time, at my beck and call, to come suck my cock whenever I want? All the time?”
Pink.
Love is Not Kicking Your Lover’s Ass When He Stains Your Carpet
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
There’s black nail varnish streaked on Xander’s handmade oak coffee table. But that’s okay, because he loves Spike.
There’re yellowed bleach stains on his good towels in the bathroom. But that’s okay, because he loves Spike.
There’re pink stains on the white Formica countertops from spilled blood drops. But that’s okay. He loves Spike.
There’s grease stains on his sofa and mud stains on his throw rugs, but it’s okay because he loves Spike.
There’s a purple splotch on the living room carpet from spilled grape juice, and he loves Dawn, too, but she’s getting her ass kicked for that.
Grey
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Angel/Wes
Rating: G
Wesley watches the grey sky move across the horizon. Home. But not home, because at the moment, he’s homesick for blinding sun and not being able to see the constellations in the sky.
But it’s fitting that the sky is the colour that it is. It matches his mood. He’s colour-coordinated with the heavens.
Because he’s in England. And Angel’s not. Angel’s back home.
Wesley turns his back to the window and begins gathering his belongings. There’s no sense in staying here any longer, not when Angel’s half a world away. Not when Wes could be with him, right now.
Green
Fandom: CSI (Vegas/Miami)
Pairing: Greg/Wolfe
Rating: G
Ryan’s new to this. He gets that. He’s new to this, too. Not just being an Investigator, but having a boyfriend. A *boy*friend. The word almost makes Greg giggle. Who ever would have thought he’d have a boyfriend?
But Ryan is… Ryan just is. Green like him. Thorough like him. Serious and smart and sweet and sexy. So when he walks hand-in-hand with Ryan down the Strip on one of their coinciding vacations, he knows everybody they pass is green with envy.
And who could blame them? Greg leans over and gives his *boy*friend a short, gentle kiss, and grins.
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Angel/Wes
Rating: Hard R? Maybe NC-17?
Angel’s favorite part of sex with Wesley is when Wes’ ears turn pink. Angel says the dirtiest things he can imagine, just to see Wesley close his eyes and flush up to his ears until they’re pink and warm.
“I’m going to fuck you into the ground.”
Pink.
“I’m going to chain you over your desk and fuck you whenever I want, for days. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
Pink.
“Wanna be my sex slave, Wes? Naked all the time, at my beck and call, to come suck my cock whenever I want? All the time?”
Pink.
Love is Not Kicking Your Lover’s Ass When He Stains Your Carpet
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
There’s black nail varnish streaked on Xander’s handmade oak coffee table. But that’s okay, because he loves Spike.
There’re yellowed bleach stains on his good towels in the bathroom. But that’s okay, because he loves Spike.
There’re pink stains on the white Formica countertops from spilled blood drops. But that’s okay. He loves Spike.
There’s grease stains on his sofa and mud stains on his throw rugs, but it’s okay because he loves Spike.
There’s a purple splotch on the living room carpet from spilled grape juice, and he loves Dawn, too, but she’s getting her ass kicked for that.
Grey
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Angel/Wes
Rating: G
Wesley watches the grey sky move across the horizon. Home. But not home, because at the moment, he’s homesick for blinding sun and not being able to see the constellations in the sky.
But it’s fitting that the sky is the colour that it is. It matches his mood. He’s colour-coordinated with the heavens.
Because he’s in England. And Angel’s not. Angel’s back home.
Wesley turns his back to the window and begins gathering his belongings. There’s no sense in staying here any longer, not when Angel’s half a world away. Not when Wes could be with him, right now.
Green
Fandom: CSI (Vegas/Miami)
Pairing: Greg/Wolfe
Rating: G
Ryan’s new to this. He gets that. He’s new to this, too. Not just being an Investigator, but having a boyfriend. A *boy*friend. The word almost makes Greg giggle. Who ever would have thought he’d have a boyfriend?
But Ryan is… Ryan just is. Green like him. Thorough like him. Serious and smart and sweet and sexy. So when he walks hand-in-hand with Ryan down the Strip on one of their coinciding vacations, he knows everybody they pass is green with envy.
And who could blame them? Greg leans over and gives his *boy*friend a short, gentle kiss, and grins.
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I don't know the other fdom, so I didn't read it.
Knowing you, it will be great.
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