4 drabbles for Wet

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Warning: The first three (you're wet, fun, and vampire) contains things that some might find disturbing. but if you like blood, then enjoy.

You’re Wet - Farfarello/Nagi (weiss kreuz)

“It’s wet.” Nagi looked up from his spot by the door. An amber eye glanced his way, before returning to the liquid in his hands.

“It’s blood.” Nagi stated.

“Hmm.” Farfarello casually slipped his finger into the dead man’s wound. “It reminds me of-”

“Don’t say it.” Nagi ordered.

“But you are.” Farfarello looked at him once more, before licking his knife clean. There was a pause. Nagi could feel that amber eye watching him and knew the psychopath was about to speak. “You‘re very wet on the inside.”

“Aren’t we all?” Nagi asked.

“Perhaps. But you’re wetness is… Tasty.”


Fun - Farfarello/Schuldig (weiss kreuz)

Drip. Drip. Drip. Farfarello watched the blood, following each drop as it fell to the floor. Behind him, he could hear the last struggle die. Literally.

“Having fun?” Schuldig asked.

“She died… Quickly.” Farfarello commented. His blade pulled out of the body with a ‘squelch’.

“Pity.” Schuldig grinned, trailing a finger down Farfarello’s bloodied back.

“Yes.” Farfarello agreed, leaning against Schuldig. “We could've have had fun.”

“We can still have fun.” Schuldig murmured in the psychopath’s ear.

“Wet and sticky fun.” Farfarello smirked.

“The best kind.” Schuldig said, shuddering as Farfarello’s tongue licked a drop of blood off his cheek.


Vampire - Farfarello/Spike (weiss kreuz/buffy Xover)

“Ever thought of being a vampire?” Spike asked the Irishman, watching as he brought another pain filled moan out of his captive.

“Vampire.” The Irishman tilted his head, a single gold eye glancing at him. “There is no purpose in that.”

“Get to live forever.” Spike shrugged.

“Off blood.”

“Yeah.” Spike slinked over to the murderer and rested his chin on the Irishman’s shoulder. He blinked when something red splattered across his face. “Wet. Sticky. Yummy blood.”

“I like blood.” The amber eye glanced back at him.

“What’s your name?” Spike asked, his hands slighting against blood covered skin.

“Farfarello.”


Kiss - Harry/Ron (harry potter)

The kiss was wet. Was it suppose to be wet? Harry couldn’t figure it out, because he had nothing else to go by. It basically left him in a constant state of wondering, however. Almost to the point where his friends noticed.

Well, Ron noticed, because that’s what Ron did. He noticed things. At least, he noticed Harry.

So, after watching Harry stare forever out the window, Ron did something that caught Harry by surprise. Though, whether the shock was from enjoyment or horror, he didn’t know. All he knew was that Ron’s kiss wasn’t wet. It was just right.