Too Late - BtVS, X/Andrew, UST, 100 words.

[eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com]

Too Late

Andrew looks like Hell. If Hell has sated debauchery all over its unshaven face. “Another rough night?” Xander attends with coffee for the figure half-slumped at the breakfast table.

Smudged eyes, taunting. “Almost rough enough.” The crush that died of Xander’s neglect, took with it the stumbling tongue, the whine. Camp is tempered to a smooth challenge. No more apologies.

A ruined t-shirt betrays a piercing, a tattoo or three, on a body honed and cultured. Peacock from the ashes of himself. Andrew goes out and takes his pick. Xander lies watching the clock, longing to turn it back.

Comments

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Beautifully done. Poor Xander.

A ruined t-shirt betrays a piercing, a tattoo or three, on a body honed and cultured. Peacock from the ashes of himself. Andrew goes out and takes his pick.

Now that's an Andrew I could like. *g*

[eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com]

Gosh, thanks! Well, he was never *really* going to go swanning off in a new-found-het mode like in TGiQ.....

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

::is stunned::

Having not seen the last 3 series of Angel, I can only say WTF were they thinking trying to hetify the little gay boy?!

Just... no.

[eatenbyweasels.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear, that was terribly careless of me; I forgot about spoilers. Although that wasn't a spoiler as such, just my take on what I saw. Apologies anyhow.

*runs*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Oh, no need to worry about spoilers around me. I've read that much fic there's very left that I could find out from reading the transcripts. *g*