The windows are nearly so foggy the curving road ahead almost disappears. He doesn't mind much, it's midnight in Middle America, there won't be anyone coming. The fog isn't the reason he can't concentrate, it's more the constant groans coming from his erstwhile traveling companion, the seat trembles beneath him as he clenches his ass and thrusts into the throat that devours him. Waiting out pauses for breath, encouraging mumblings pushing Angel ever-towards that blissful oblivion that comes so rarely now.

His ears fill with Spike's trademark cursing and fast-beating heart. His skin so hot to the touch that Angel wonders how the windows don't drip from the steam he imagines coming from his cock as they drive on. No destination, no goal other than freedom, this is all that matters now. Matted hair, brown roots growing through plasticine blond, softer than expected against his stomach as his shirt rises and hot breath curls over his skin, sending goosebumps up chest and arms. Angel urges his lover on, airless gasp on his tongue as he anticipates an explosion.

It's a nice fantasy, and for the thousandth time, Angel stares at the empty seat beside him and wishes it were true.
Welcome to the first week of [livejournal.com profile] slashthedrabble!

For our first outing, we have the challenge of: "Fanstasies". Let your guys or gals reach for their dreams. Do they accomplish them, or not? Or do they just have a fine time weaving naughty thoughts about a certain someone? Or...?

The sky's the limit. Go forth and write - and have fun!

Just a couple of reminders: if you're going to be graphic, or write RPS, cut-tags are your friends.

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Season 3, BtVS - Wesley and Xander face the same problem in Buffy's world...

'Purpose' - Wesley/Xander - 200 words )
Gunn's mind wonders like everyone else's. It goes on fantastic trips away from the world, away from work and demons and life in general. Gunn doesn’t know where it is going and it's too late for him to do anything about it when it arrives.

It travels upstairs to all the bedrooms in the hotel to seek out the one that is occupied. To the vampire sleeping quietly there, lonely, naked under the covers and it's something that should not be in Gunn's head, but he has no control over it. His mind has a life entirely of its own.
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