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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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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!
"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!
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