No More Snakes and Ladders....Teaser Trailer!

[tabaqui]

Square Twenty Two:


"Look who's come to visit," Wesley said and Gunn felt a tightening in his gut, that clatter in a dark alley feeling of - waiting. Xander was coming down the stairs in his peripheral vision. Coming their way. Coming to - *Jesus, man. Get a grip and loosen your goddamn hold on Wes.* Except his arms weren't listening and then Xander - breezed past.

"Look who's leaving the door open for all the hot air to get out. Not all of us have body heat in here, buddy."

---

*I mock you, ceiling. For you cannot know the mind-numbing thrill of a blow job from a man with over a hundred years of experience.*

Xander continued to stare at the ceiling, extremities tingling, until Spike's face hove into view. "Worth fifty, pet?"

"I owe you change."

---

*Great. Looks dark outside. Fuck - Buffy!*

"Wake up." Xander jabbed at Spike.

"Fuck off."

"No. Come on, Spike. Wake up. Buffy's late."

---

"Spike blames the dice, of course."

"Yeah, well I still haven't seen these mythical pink fluffballs so if you ask me that's a pretty cheap excuse."

"Oh, just you wait. They're very smart. They know exactly what a ringing doorbell means."

"Yeah? What's it mean?"

"It means dinner is served,"

---

"Wait - look there -" Spike said. He popped open the door and climbed out - trotted across the street. Yup - blood. Demon blood by the pepper-sulphur smell. A smear of it, a spatter, and then a puddle. And a faded wisp of Armani Sensi. All saying one thing. The Slayer was here.

---

"Wes -" Charles murmured, and Wesley shivered - shivered again and changed - helpless. Wanting so much - so hard - and the demon wanted in a way that Spike did. Selfish and possessive - a covetous want. Charles' eyes went wide and Wesley closed his, feeling...

*Oh fuck, English.* Gunn's stomach lurched, surprise and -

"I'm - sorry, Charles, I -"

---

"To Buffy!"

"To Buffy!" - ragged chorus of growling, lisping, demonic voices.

"To me!"





Square Twenty-Two Goes up in Full on Monday, June Sixth


ETA2: More Comment PWP Fic! For txrabbit who pouted very late. Starts here and goes here, here, here, and here. Sixth ficlet in comments. And i'm in a 'mood', so, this one might be a little different. Enjoy!

Comments

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Wow. Completely befuddled by what you guys are planning. Grrr on you guys.

Now I suppose I'll have to 'wait' for it? *growls* I'll wait. I didn't say patiently.

(Says the woman who forgot this was even going up tonight...~_^)

~Nebula

[tabaqui]

Heeeeeee.
Yay!!
:)
*bounce*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

aw, Wes is so scared of how Gunn's going to react to his demon. And... the dice are playing hide and seek with Gunn? Hee!

That last bit has me biting my lip in anticipation.

::waits for txrabbit to pout, or should I do it on her behalf? Just so she doesn't have to bother, y'know. As a favour to a friend...::

[tabaqui]

No, no, only authentic pouts will do.
:)

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Drat. *g*

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

*pouts*


a day late...

[tabaqui]

*snerk*

[ranga.livejournal.com]

I love these trailers. Half the fun is trying to figure out the upcoming plot points, and then awarding myself points when I'm right. Which I rarely am. Damn my utter lack of prescience.

I was laughing when Gunn was, like, bracing himself for the explosion of righteous jealousy, and Xander's just "You're letting out the heat, man." Poor Gunn. The coolness of Xnader and Spike is unfathomable to him.

And speaking of coolness, "All of us"? Was Xander talking about himself? He hasn't been turnedyet, has he? I wouldn't have missed that, right? Right?

[tabaqui]

HEhe. I'm glad you like!
Xander means 'not all of us like Spike'. He and Wes have body-heat.
:)

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

Ooo. good: or, bad, for the demon's cheering Buffy.

Or whatever.

Next week is going to have a lot to read, so I'm hoping people are writing stuff that will be posted this week, too!

Julia, people other than me, that is; I'm about 500 words from the end of 36

[tabaqui]

Demons cheering, yeah, that can go either way.
:)

Chapter 36!
*bounces with anticipation*

[lunabee34.livejournal.com]

With Nebula, here. Pleasantly befuddled and loving every minute of it. At first, I didn't like waiting for my NMSnL's fix, but lady, if it gets me more Babylon, Whooooooooooooo and Hoooooooooooooooooooooo. I go back to read the part where Angel dies all the time. It's like worrying a loose tooth. It hurts too good, ya know?

[tabaqui]

HEheh. Befuddled is good!
I think. :)

Dude. Re-reading Angel's death? I kinda...like that.
*smoooch*

[fanbot.livejournal.com]

Ohhh.... dice and Buffy may be unmixy things!
And Charles reacting to Wes's change!
Squeeee!

I'm pouting for a pretty to tide us over. (see icon?)

[tabaqui]

Heeeeeeeee.
*pet pet*

Niiiiiiice pout.
*toddles off*

[luvs-phoenix.livejournal.com]

OOOOOOOOooooooooooooo sounds so good...


You did know I was hooked right?

Hummm, maybe not.

Well. I am. Hooked. Love my squares.

*G*

[tabaqui]

Heeeeeee.
Yay!!!
*reels you in*

[luvs-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Like a soon to be gutted fish...

[tabaqui]

*snerk*
Well...er...
Yes, actually.

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

This is unforgivable. I have missed two postings in a row. I should be drawn and quartered... I should be whipped... I should be punished severely.

*pouts*

I can't wait to see Wes and Gunn together! This is going to be outstanding! *smootch*

[tabaqui]

You're given' me ideas, bay-bee.
*heeeeeee*

[tabaqui]

Xander scrubbed - he wanted the stink of the place off of him, but he didn't think it was gonna happen any time soon. Death all around, and not in neat, dusty piles but in big, bloody, squishy piles and some of those piles had had human faces - names he knew. He didn't think he could ever be clean again.

He was unsurprised when cool hands slipped around his waist and pulled him back - when cool lips pressed into the side of his neck.

"You smell of...blood, pet. Blood and magic. Smells good..." Spike's tongue swept slowly from shoulder to nape and Xander shuddered. "Killed them all, then? The patchwork giant gone and the soldiers all gone, too?"

"How did - how did you know?" Xander whispered, and Spike's hands plucked the soap from his fingers - worked up a lather and then started to knead it into Xander's skin, long fingers sweeping slowly over his chest and ribs - dipping down to his belly.

"Demon grapevine moves faster than the Slayer, pet. Heard about it an hour before you got back. Mr. Bits done for, the prisoners out and chaos, as expected. Any of the G.I. Joe's make it out?" Spike's hands were sweeping lower and lower and Xander didn't want it to feel good - didn't want to...forget. And did, desperately.

"I d-don't know, I - a lot of them - didn't make it."

"Good, good," Spike said softly, and then he was silent. Pressing close behind Xander, his cock slipping on soap-foam between Xander's legs and rubbing slowly, back and forth - his fingers plucking at nipples and balls and Xander's own cock, which filled and throbbed and ached with need.

Spike's teeth prickled over Xander's throat - over his shoulder - and Xander shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut - trying to stop the tears that were tracking down his cheeks.

"Oh, no, pet. That won't do," Spike whispered. Xander felt himself turned - lifted - held in hands and arms like iron and granite as Spike maneuvered him and Xander was breached - split. As he sank down onto Spike's cock he moaned softly, the burn of the unprepared entry flaring through him.

"God - Spike -"

"Right here, pet - right here," Spike whispered - and kissed him. A lingering kiss - a long and exploring one that took Xander's breath away even as Spike's cock thrust up into him again and again. Xander locked his thighs around Spike's hips and his arms around Spike's neck and held on - kissed back. Panted and gasped and moaned - cried - as Spike fucked him harder and harder. As the pain overwhelmed the pain of the battle. Spike's hand on his cock, working him brutally and Xander came with a yell, shuddering, and Spike still fucked him, mouth at Xander's throat now - biting and sucking and licking.

"You won - fuckin' celebrate, pet. Always celebrate," Spike growled, and his fangs sank in and Xander stiffened, his back cold on the tiles, his body burning and convulsing around Spike's cock and Xander came again, panting for breath. His nails digging into Spike's back and his feet going numb.

Spike thrust again - again - stuttered to a stop, finally, pulling back a little and licking Xander's neck - kissing him with his iron-sweet mouth, hands rubbing up and down Xander's back as he slowly let him down - leaned into him under the still-hot spray. Hot water-heater the size of a small pool, at the mansion.

"Always celebrate..." Spike whispered, kissing him, and Xander hugged Spike close, feeling warm again - feeling...better.

"Yeah. Let's...let's go celebrate in bed?" Xander asked, and Spike grinned at him - turned away and then turned back when Xander tugged his arm. Xander kissed Spike back - rested forehead to forehead with him for a moment.

"Thanks, Spike."

"Any time, pet."

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

Yeah... More celebration.

Thank you so much, love. *smootch*

Off to bed now!

[tabaqui]

Yay!
*hugs*
'Night!
:)

[realtsunamigirl.livejournal.com]

Death all around, and not in neat, dusty piles but in big, bloody, squishy piles and some of those piles had had human faces - names he knew. He didn't think he could ever be clean again.

Okay, that? Is following me to bed tonight.

*shudders*

Just re-read these all at once. Amazing how much *insinuation* of story you have put in here. Hope the lady pouts a whole lot more:-)

[tabaqui]

*pet pet*
Sorry, bay-bee.

Yeah, trying hard to touch on little bits of canon so we can follow a timeline kind of. Thought it would be fun.
:)
Thanks!

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

wibble. :D

I'm so glad you're susceptible to the magic pout. This is just delicious!

[tabaqui]

Heeeeee.
Thanks!

[outsideth3box.livejournal.com]

Brutal and beautiful.

::nods::

[tabaqui]

Thanks!

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

*brain melts out ears*

Guh.

[tabaqui]

*gets out mop and bucket*
Heee

[yin-again.livejournal.com]

::incoherent sex noise::

Mmmmmm, good.

[tabaqui]

Heeeeee.
Thanks!

[fanbot.livejournal.com]

Celebrate... yeah. This way beats the hell out of pointy hats and noise makers! *arglebargle*

[tabaqui]

Heeeee.
Yup!
:)

[luvs-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Just caught up with all the ficlets. Not sure how I missed these *pouts* but damn hot to read all of them back to back.

Or back to front.

Or front to back.

Hummmm...still have Xan and Spike on the brain apparently.

*g*

*smoochies* for the great wake up read!

[tabaqui]

Heeee.
Thanks!
They're fun.
:)

[authoressnebula.livejournal.com]

Oh lovely lovely. I do so love these little snippets. *sighs happily*

~Nebula

[tabaqui]

Thanks!
:)

[tsavoritegarnet.livejournal.com]

Nice update. And Spike's stayed seperate from the icky old soldiers. Yay!

It took me until today to sort out that this was a comment fic week, and that I hadn't read it. I think some one scrambled my brain when I wasn't looking! Xander and Spike are sweet together.

[tabaqui]

Heeeeeee.
Comment-fic week.
*bounce*

And Thanks! Glad you like.
Yes yes - icky soldiers go AWAY.