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drsquidloveI really wanted to do at least one response per page of the Buffy Anonymous Kink Meme but enough time has lapsed that I guess I'm never going to. And having given up, and allowed a reasonable gap, I suppose I can re-post a few of the of the ones I did here. Not all, of course: I must maintain an air of mystery...
4 Short Porny Pieces
Giles. Anonymous sex with a stranger.
Rest Stop
originally here
Rupert doesn't come here often. Didn't take the risk with his school position, for his first three years in Sunnydale, though he knew it was here. There isn't anything to risk, now, which is one advantage of his leisurely life.
It's an anonymous-looking building. Local government non-design, ugly little brown-brick block but it's a haven to motorists who haven't stopped since Oxnard, and for its other clientele.
He passes the cars parked in the rest stop, and heads inside. It smells faintly of disinfectant, and faintly of things that need disinfecting. Rupert steps up to the trough, takes his time, wondering what will crawl out. As he dries his hands under the vent, he sees a broad figure silhouetted in the doorway. Rupert meets his gaze. He knows how to give the gaze, eyes locked just long enough for acknowledgement without challenge. Nothing unusual to an innocent tourist who doesn't know the code, but to someone of Giles' mind, it's a ribbon-wrapped invitation.
Rupert is already excited. He's been half-hard since he slid into his car, and pulled from the kerb. He chooses a stall, and turns to examine the stranger in the flickering fluorescent light. The bulk of him fills the stall. Rupert likes it that way. Short hair, strong jaw. Something about his stance says military, and that's appealing, too. Rupert is about to gesture, ask what he wants, when the young man drops to his knees and brings his beefy hands to Rupert's belt.
The simplicity of this is freeing. No demands, no expectations, no explanations. A little animal pleasure, a pretty mouth on his cock, and afterwards Rupert will head home, to the peace of his own flat and a book and a glass of red.
The man slides Rupert's fly down, and just as slowly, the smile spreads across his face. "Lucky me."
Rupert lets his own smug smile free. It's base, but he's proud of his cock. It's currency, in this world.
There's a gasp right behind him, and Rupert's startled, until he remembers he's not locked away in his home. He's in a rest stop on the 101, and there's a piece of plywood between Rupert's adventure and the couple in the next cubicle, who are just finishing what Rupert and his new acquaintance are starting, and he finds himself smiling at his companion.
"Sounds like they're setting a standard," the man says, and licks his lips before sliding them over Rupert's cock. Oh god, he's sweet. Smooth and hot inside. Rupert rests a hand in his short hair, barely enough to grip, and thrusts gently, letting him feel the length of it. He's good, mouth like a Dyson, tongue agile.
"That's it," Rupert is saying, "Suck it," and "Yes." The other man is fumbling open his jeans with the hand that isn't holding Rupert's cock steady, soon he's fisting his own cock and Rupert is being a little less careful, holding his hair tighter, thrusting deeper, but there are no objections.
His solid arm is flexing as he works himself, cheeks hollowing, eyes slitted. He's loving Rupert's cock, savouring it, making Rupert feel a thousand times more manly than the life he's been living these past months, and a part of him wants to drag the stranger home, where they could roll around naked for a weekend, without fear of landing on used condoms or mysterious fluids. A chance to show what else his cock is good for, to lay the man out and taste him, nothing for days but rutting and perhaps a few shared joints to keep the world at bay.
More fantasies in Rupert's head than they could possibly fulfil in a weekend: this one on his hands and knees, mile-wide shoulders and trim hips stretched out as Rupert's fingers play inside him, water flowing over him in the shower, those powerful hands dragging Rupert's ankles up to his shoulders as he fucks him.
The man opens his mouth and runs his tongue all over Rupert's cock, putting on a delicious show of it, and when he returns he sucks harder.
"Coming," Rupert warns, pulling back. His friend jerks open his shirt and Rupert comes over that smooth chest, white threads up to his throat and dripping down to the treasure trail, and seconds later he's coming too, all over Rupert's shoes.
The man is panting, as he sits back on his heels, looking pleased, rubbing Rupert's semen into his skin.
After a minute or two, he rises to his feet and gives Rupert a nod as he tucks himself away. He slips out of the stall, and Rupert is left smiling to himself. A weekend would be nice, but a little rest every now and then will get him through.
Xander/Joyce, secret
originally here
Dawn's asleep on the other side of the wall. Buffy's asleep just down the hall. And Xander's watching their mom trail kisses down his chest, over his stomach. Mrs Summers likes to suck Xander's cock.
It's so unbelievable, Xander has to think it to himself several times a day. Several hundred times. And he has to come back here, sneak up the stairs late at night and let himself into her room just to be sure it's true.
She looks up just before she takes him in her hot, wet, sweet, amazing mouth, wrapping her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks, laughing with her eyes.
She's never turned him away. She always pulls off his clothes, if he hasn't already, and she smiles, and she touches him with hands that know their way around a guy's body. She lets him touch her, stroke those heavy, sexy breasts. She whispers his name.
She asked him to call her Joyce, the first time, and he said he didn't want to, and wow, her smile then, it was wicked. Sometimes, when he's in her mouth, he calls her Mrs Summers. "You feel so good, Mrs Summers." "I was thinking about you today, Mrs Summers." "Please, Mrs Summers."
She likes that last one, the best. He saves it for when she's sucking him, and he's so close to coming that hearing her moan will push him over, and he'll come in her mouth, and she doesn't mind at all.
Mrs Summers likes sucking Xander's cock.
WishverseWillow/WishverseXander. Sex. Blood. Biting.
(They're vampires, so if you need a warning: references to rape and other violence.)
originally here
"You smell good enough to eat."
Willow tipped her head, so her hair swung aside. It used to be an innocent move, when she was human, but Xander knew she was just flashing her sweet throat for him. "It's Chantel, from number five. Do you like it?" She smiled, through wet lips.
Her clothes were soaked in it, blood glistening on the black leather of her corset, soaking the lace just as dark. Xander rose from their bed and came close. Turned her, bent and pressed his nose into the valley between her breasts, and inhaled. "I'm sad I missed it." He looked up, letting his lip curl. "Was there any left to drink?"
She chuckled, knowing how that sound went to his cock, and lifted one finger to the corner of her mouth, like she might find crumbs. "Mommy."
She was bursting with fresh life. It made his fangs ache. He grazed them up her body, from her chest to the delicate skin of her neck, felt her moan against him, the soft breath of a laugh.
"Hungry?"
"Always." He pushed her backwards and grabbed her belt as she hit the bed, pulling roughly enough to lift her hips up. One good yank peeled the leather pants to her knees, which was far enough. Her feet dangled over the edge, onto the floor. He sank to his knees between her legs, and he sank his fangs into her thigh, and it was like biting into a fresh peach, the way the juice sprang forth, eager for him, running down his chin. Willow wailed and pressed up, curling her fingers in his hair.
"Get your cock in me," she snapped, and he almost laughed aloud. Always more ravenous after a feast. No one had an appetite like his Will.
He drank a little longer, just to prove he wouldn't be bossed around, before he let go. He licked his lips as he got his cock out, watching her play with her breasts as she waited. He'd been hard since he first caught her scent, before she even came into the room.
He pushed her knees to her chest and thrust straight up inside her. But he wasn't one of her toys to be used, and he was out of her as soon as he'd been in, slick with her juices and... someone else's. He pinned her, waiting.
She smiled, and pressed up to lick her blood from Xander's chin. Dragged her tongue over his mouth, back and forth until he sucked it in, kissed her hard. He pulled back, and waited.
"I took Daddy for a ride, before I finished him." She shook her head, disappointed. "He doesn't have your staying power."
"My dirty Willow." Xander pushed inside again, just a couple of strokes as a reward, and to get himself properly slick. Then he flipped her over, getting her knees on the edge of the bed. As wide as she could spread, without getting her pants down further, but wide enough for him to spread her cheeks. He'd meant to push in but he couldn't resist pressing his tongue at her tight arse, the way she moaned for it. He couldn't resist biting the plump white cheek, and then he couldn't resist her. He slammed inside her, and she wailed and tossed her head, flame red hair flying. She was the tightest, the sweetest, the best. He'd had plenty, since Willow rescued him from humanity, had them willing and unwilling, and too dazed to be either as they bled away.
He pounded into her, letting her buck and twist under him. He laid a hand on her back, to feel her spine arch. Blood even there, like she'd rolled in it before she came home to him. She probably did. No one, like his Willow.
Giles/Xander - Giles taking the lead to seduce a Xander in denial but wanting it.
Not Gay
originally here
"I'm not gay."
The light shifted on Giles' glasses, but his expression didn't change. He looked sorta curious and mildly concerned, which was not really the level of shock and indignation Xander was shopping for. Hadn't he heard the part about Anya suggesting he'd be better off with a fellow penis-owner?
"You're supposed to be helping, Giles."
Giles' hand did not brush across his crotch as he leaned forward in his armchair, to lift his glass from the coffee table. Xander thought it did, but that was just the paranoia that came with being accused of gay tendencies by the girl you'd just started dating.
Giles' legs were sprawled wider than they usually were. Xander had never noticed Giles sprawling like that before. He watched Xander, thoughtfully, and put his whiskey down on the little table beside his chair, so he didn't have to lean forward again. "I'm not helping?" He tipped his head. "What do you need?"
No - right there - Giles just squeezed his crotch, where there was totally a clear and present bulge. Xander just saw Giles adjust himself, right out in the open. "You're supposed to, to reaffirm my, my... masculinity." Not make him squeak like a girl.
"There are many ways to do that." Giles' hand slid down to his bulge, and stayed there.
Xander couldn't tear his eyes away. "Stop that!"
"Why?" He drew out the word, letting it roll around his mouth and out over his tongue, as his fingers drew a circle. He reached right down, right between his legs, and traced up the centre seam, over the swelling that was starting to form a very definite shape.
Why? Giles needed to know why? "I'm not gay!"
Giles' hand was really big. So was that bulge. "Perhaps you are, just a little."
"No, I'm not." Xander should have been leaving, but the air was way too thick to let him. He couldn't move at all.
"Are you hard?"
No. Yes. Sort of, mostly yes.
Giles unzipped his fly, and Xander watched his hand slide inside, cupping himself through blue briefs. Xander could see Giles' underwear.
"You look hard from over here," said Giles, voice like warm syrup, as he stopped pretending he was doing anything else and began to stroke himself, right in front of Xander. "Are you quite certain you're not gay?"
Xander could see the head of Giles' cock now, stretched way past the elastic of of his underwear, fat and round and glistening. "I'm certain." He sounded breathless.
"That's a shame," Giles said, and he sounded really sad, like Xander just announced he was leaving, or something. "I imagine your mouth would feel wonderful."
Pins and needles ran from Xander's scalp all the way to his toes. "My mouth?"
Giles was - seriously - going at it. Bending his elbow with vigour, fist squeezing around pink flesh."It's hanging open right now, like I could slide straight in."
Xander shut his mouth. "But I'm not-"
"Not gay. I, uh, understand." He was panting.
What would it be like, to be over there on his knees, with that cock brushing his lips? Would doing that make him gay? Or only if he wanted to do it again?
"You can, can touch yourself. I, I don't... mind."
Xander cupped his own cock, gave it a squeeze through denim but that wasn't nearly enough so he opened his jeans and got his hand in there. Guys did this. Xander had heard of circle jerks. Didn't actually know anyone who'd ever been in one, but they happened. He pulled his cock, almost choking at finally getting relief, watching Giles pull his. Giles' breath was quicker, hand jerking, and there was a sound that Xander didn't know Giles could make, and then for the first time Xander was watching come spurt from another guy's cock, thick jets that marked his shirt, and Xander wasn't going to be left doing this on his own so he sped up, trying to think about Anya or Buffy and not really succeeding, trying not to think of Giles over there, watching him, but weirdly it was the gentle voice saying "You're fine, Xander," that got him, and he bent over as his cock pulsed in his hand.
He was still there, head spinning, when a strong hand settled on his shoulder. "Any time you'd like to talk, Xander. You know I'm here."
Footsteps moved away, and the stairs creaked all the way to the top before Xander managed to sit up again. He didn't really know what just happened. But... he wasn't gay.
Mostly, at least.
All those prompts are still up, by the way. Feel free to pick one or two up. Or leave a few suggestions. It doesn't take much to re-light a kink-meme, and I still live in hope of jumping back in...
S.
4 Short Porny Pieces
Giles. Anonymous sex with a stranger.
Rest Stop
originally here
Rupert doesn't come here often. Didn't take the risk with his school position, for his first three years in Sunnydale, though he knew it was here. There isn't anything to risk, now, which is one advantage of his leisurely life.
It's an anonymous-looking building. Local government non-design, ugly little brown-brick block but it's a haven to motorists who haven't stopped since Oxnard, and for its other clientele.
He passes the cars parked in the rest stop, and heads inside. It smells faintly of disinfectant, and faintly of things that need disinfecting. Rupert steps up to the trough, takes his time, wondering what will crawl out. As he dries his hands under the vent, he sees a broad figure silhouetted in the doorway. Rupert meets his gaze. He knows how to give the gaze, eyes locked just long enough for acknowledgement without challenge. Nothing unusual to an innocent tourist who doesn't know the code, but to someone of Giles' mind, it's a ribbon-wrapped invitation.
Rupert is already excited. He's been half-hard since he slid into his car, and pulled from the kerb. He chooses a stall, and turns to examine the stranger in the flickering fluorescent light. The bulk of him fills the stall. Rupert likes it that way. Short hair, strong jaw. Something about his stance says military, and that's appealing, too. Rupert is about to gesture, ask what he wants, when the young man drops to his knees and brings his beefy hands to Rupert's belt.
The simplicity of this is freeing. No demands, no expectations, no explanations. A little animal pleasure, a pretty mouth on his cock, and afterwards Rupert will head home, to the peace of his own flat and a book and a glass of red.
The man slides Rupert's fly down, and just as slowly, the smile spreads across his face. "Lucky me."
Rupert lets his own smug smile free. It's base, but he's proud of his cock. It's currency, in this world.
There's a gasp right behind him, and Rupert's startled, until he remembers he's not locked away in his home. He's in a rest stop on the 101, and there's a piece of plywood between Rupert's adventure and the couple in the next cubicle, who are just finishing what Rupert and his new acquaintance are starting, and he finds himself smiling at his companion.
"Sounds like they're setting a standard," the man says, and licks his lips before sliding them over Rupert's cock. Oh god, he's sweet. Smooth and hot inside. Rupert rests a hand in his short hair, barely enough to grip, and thrusts gently, letting him feel the length of it. He's good, mouth like a Dyson, tongue agile.
"That's it," Rupert is saying, "Suck it," and "Yes." The other man is fumbling open his jeans with the hand that isn't holding Rupert's cock steady, soon he's fisting his own cock and Rupert is being a little less careful, holding his hair tighter, thrusting deeper, but there are no objections.
His solid arm is flexing as he works himself, cheeks hollowing, eyes slitted. He's loving Rupert's cock, savouring it, making Rupert feel a thousand times more manly than the life he's been living these past months, and a part of him wants to drag the stranger home, where they could roll around naked for a weekend, without fear of landing on used condoms or mysterious fluids. A chance to show what else his cock is good for, to lay the man out and taste him, nothing for days but rutting and perhaps a few shared joints to keep the world at bay.
More fantasies in Rupert's head than they could possibly fulfil in a weekend: this one on his hands and knees, mile-wide shoulders and trim hips stretched out as Rupert's fingers play inside him, water flowing over him in the shower, those powerful hands dragging Rupert's ankles up to his shoulders as he fucks him.
The man opens his mouth and runs his tongue all over Rupert's cock, putting on a delicious show of it, and when he returns he sucks harder.
"Coming," Rupert warns, pulling back. His friend jerks open his shirt and Rupert comes over that smooth chest, white threads up to his throat and dripping down to the treasure trail, and seconds later he's coming too, all over Rupert's shoes.
The man is panting, as he sits back on his heels, looking pleased, rubbing Rupert's semen into his skin.
After a minute or two, he rises to his feet and gives Rupert a nod as he tucks himself away. He slips out of the stall, and Rupert is left smiling to himself. A weekend would be nice, but a little rest every now and then will get him through.
Xander/Joyce, secret
originally here
Dawn's asleep on the other side of the wall. Buffy's asleep just down the hall. And Xander's watching their mom trail kisses down his chest, over his stomach. Mrs Summers likes to suck Xander's cock.
It's so unbelievable, Xander has to think it to himself several times a day. Several hundred times. And he has to come back here, sneak up the stairs late at night and let himself into her room just to be sure it's true.
She looks up just before she takes him in her hot, wet, sweet, amazing mouth, wrapping her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks, laughing with her eyes.
She's never turned him away. She always pulls off his clothes, if he hasn't already, and she smiles, and she touches him with hands that know their way around a guy's body. She lets him touch her, stroke those heavy, sexy breasts. She whispers his name.
She asked him to call her Joyce, the first time, and he said he didn't want to, and wow, her smile then, it was wicked. Sometimes, when he's in her mouth, he calls her Mrs Summers. "You feel so good, Mrs Summers." "I was thinking about you today, Mrs Summers." "Please, Mrs Summers."
She likes that last one, the best. He saves it for when she's sucking him, and he's so close to coming that hearing her moan will push him over, and he'll come in her mouth, and she doesn't mind at all.
Mrs Summers likes sucking Xander's cock.
WishverseWillow/WishverseXander. Sex. Blood. Biting.
(They're vampires, so if you need a warning: references to rape and other violence.)
originally here
"You smell good enough to eat."
Willow tipped her head, so her hair swung aside. It used to be an innocent move, when she was human, but Xander knew she was just flashing her sweet throat for him. "It's Chantel, from number five. Do you like it?" She smiled, through wet lips.
Her clothes were soaked in it, blood glistening on the black leather of her corset, soaking the lace just as dark. Xander rose from their bed and came close. Turned her, bent and pressed his nose into the valley between her breasts, and inhaled. "I'm sad I missed it." He looked up, letting his lip curl. "Was there any left to drink?"
She chuckled, knowing how that sound went to his cock, and lifted one finger to the corner of her mouth, like she might find crumbs. "Mommy."
She was bursting with fresh life. It made his fangs ache. He grazed them up her body, from her chest to the delicate skin of her neck, felt her moan against him, the soft breath of a laugh.
"Hungry?"
"Always." He pushed her backwards and grabbed her belt as she hit the bed, pulling roughly enough to lift her hips up. One good yank peeled the leather pants to her knees, which was far enough. Her feet dangled over the edge, onto the floor. He sank to his knees between her legs, and he sank his fangs into her thigh, and it was like biting into a fresh peach, the way the juice sprang forth, eager for him, running down his chin. Willow wailed and pressed up, curling her fingers in his hair.
"Get your cock in me," she snapped, and he almost laughed aloud. Always more ravenous after a feast. No one had an appetite like his Will.
He drank a little longer, just to prove he wouldn't be bossed around, before he let go. He licked his lips as he got his cock out, watching her play with her breasts as she waited. He'd been hard since he first caught her scent, before she even came into the room.
He pushed her knees to her chest and thrust straight up inside her. But he wasn't one of her toys to be used, and he was out of her as soon as he'd been in, slick with her juices and... someone else's. He pinned her, waiting.
She smiled, and pressed up to lick her blood from Xander's chin. Dragged her tongue over his mouth, back and forth until he sucked it in, kissed her hard. He pulled back, and waited.
"I took Daddy for a ride, before I finished him." She shook her head, disappointed. "He doesn't have your staying power."
"My dirty Willow." Xander pushed inside again, just a couple of strokes as a reward, and to get himself properly slick. Then he flipped her over, getting her knees on the edge of the bed. As wide as she could spread, without getting her pants down further, but wide enough for him to spread her cheeks. He'd meant to push in but he couldn't resist pressing his tongue at her tight arse, the way she moaned for it. He couldn't resist biting the plump white cheek, and then he couldn't resist her. He slammed inside her, and she wailed and tossed her head, flame red hair flying. She was the tightest, the sweetest, the best. He'd had plenty, since Willow rescued him from humanity, had them willing and unwilling, and too dazed to be either as they bled away.
He pounded into her, letting her buck and twist under him. He laid a hand on her back, to feel her spine arch. Blood even there, like she'd rolled in it before she came home to him. She probably did. No one, like his Willow.
Giles/Xander - Giles taking the lead to seduce a Xander in denial but wanting it.
Not Gay
originally here
"I'm not gay."
The light shifted on Giles' glasses, but his expression didn't change. He looked sorta curious and mildly concerned, which was not really the level of shock and indignation Xander was shopping for. Hadn't he heard the part about Anya suggesting he'd be better off with a fellow penis-owner?
"You're supposed to be helping, Giles."
Giles' hand did not brush across his crotch as he leaned forward in his armchair, to lift his glass from the coffee table. Xander thought it did, but that was just the paranoia that came with being accused of gay tendencies by the girl you'd just started dating.
Giles' legs were sprawled wider than they usually were. Xander had never noticed Giles sprawling like that before. He watched Xander, thoughtfully, and put his whiskey down on the little table beside his chair, so he didn't have to lean forward again. "I'm not helping?" He tipped his head. "What do you need?"
No - right there - Giles just squeezed his crotch, where there was totally a clear and present bulge. Xander just saw Giles adjust himself, right out in the open. "You're supposed to, to reaffirm my, my... masculinity." Not make him squeak like a girl.
"There are many ways to do that." Giles' hand slid down to his bulge, and stayed there.
Xander couldn't tear his eyes away. "Stop that!"
"Why?" He drew out the word, letting it roll around his mouth and out over his tongue, as his fingers drew a circle. He reached right down, right between his legs, and traced up the centre seam, over the swelling that was starting to form a very definite shape.
Why? Giles needed to know why? "I'm not gay!"
Giles' hand was really big. So was that bulge. "Perhaps you are, just a little."
"No, I'm not." Xander should have been leaving, but the air was way too thick to let him. He couldn't move at all.
"Are you hard?"
No. Yes. Sort of, mostly yes.
Giles unzipped his fly, and Xander watched his hand slide inside, cupping himself through blue briefs. Xander could see Giles' underwear.
"You look hard from over here," said Giles, voice like warm syrup, as he stopped pretending he was doing anything else and began to stroke himself, right in front of Xander. "Are you quite certain you're not gay?"
Xander could see the head of Giles' cock now, stretched way past the elastic of of his underwear, fat and round and glistening. "I'm certain." He sounded breathless.
"That's a shame," Giles said, and he sounded really sad, like Xander just announced he was leaving, or something. "I imagine your mouth would feel wonderful."
Pins and needles ran from Xander's scalp all the way to his toes. "My mouth?"
Giles was - seriously - going at it. Bending his elbow with vigour, fist squeezing around pink flesh."It's hanging open right now, like I could slide straight in."
Xander shut his mouth. "But I'm not-"
"Not gay. I, uh, understand." He was panting.
What would it be like, to be over there on his knees, with that cock brushing his lips? Would doing that make him gay? Or only if he wanted to do it again?
"You can, can touch yourself. I, I don't... mind."
Xander cupped his own cock, gave it a squeeze through denim but that wasn't nearly enough so he opened his jeans and got his hand in there. Guys did this. Xander had heard of circle jerks. Didn't actually know anyone who'd ever been in one, but they happened. He pulled his cock, almost choking at finally getting relief, watching Giles pull his. Giles' breath was quicker, hand jerking, and there was a sound that Xander didn't know Giles could make, and then for the first time Xander was watching come spurt from another guy's cock, thick jets that marked his shirt, and Xander wasn't going to be left doing this on his own so he sped up, trying to think about Anya or Buffy and not really succeeding, trying not to think of Giles over there, watching him, but weirdly it was the gentle voice saying "You're fine, Xander," that got him, and he bent over as his cock pulsed in his hand.
He was still there, head spinning, when a strong hand settled on his shoulder. "Any time you'd like to talk, Xander. You know I'm here."
Footsteps moved away, and the stairs creaked all the way to the top before Xander managed to sit up again. He didn't really know what just happened. But... he wasn't gay.
Mostly, at least.
All those prompts are still up, by the way. Feel free to pick one or two up. Or leave a few suggestions. It doesn't take much to re-light a kink-meme, and I still live in hope of jumping back in...
S.
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Date: 2009-03-10 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 02:02 pm (UTC)S.
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Date: 2009-03-10 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 02:06 pm (UTC)It was entirely my pleasure. That was one of the most fun memes ever.
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Date: 2009-03-10 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 02:07 pm (UTC)Giles is a perceptive man.
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Date: 2009-03-10 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 02:08 pm (UTC)Yeah, that one seems to beg for further installments, where Xander continues not to be gay, but sadly I only had that one in me.
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Date: 2009-03-10 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 02:09 pm (UTC)S.
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Date: 2009-03-11 12:36 am (UTC)Lovely stuff, hon.
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Date: 2009-03-11 02:10 pm (UTC)Just an exceedingly vulnerable straight boy...
:-D Thanks, sparrow.
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Date: 2009-03-11 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-11 02:11 pm (UTC)Thanks, Trudy!
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Date: 2009-03-11 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 08:45 am (UTC)Thanks, soraidh.
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Date: 2009-03-15 11:04 am (UTC)Joyce playing the part of Mrs Robinson, and obviously totally aware of the reference, even if Xander is not, was funny in a bad-wrong-forbidden sort of a way.
Vampire Willow and Xander are gleeful in their violence.
And Xander not being gay... *laughs* Would doing that make him gay? Or only if he wanted to do it again? Those *are* the right questions to be asking at this point, yes, Xander. And no, I'm sure your not gay, not Mostly, at least.
Wonderful. *g*
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Date: 2009-03-16 12:56 pm (UTC)Oh yeah. Graham is exactly who I was thinking of. In my head, at some point later Giles will bump into Graham and invite him back to his apartment and they'll have that weekend of no-strings fucking that Giles needs. Maybe it will happen a couple of times. And meanwhile Xander and Graham will have hooked up with the tentative beginnings of a relationship, and it will be quite awkward when Xander brings Graham to Giles' place, not knowing about the G/G, but eventually the story will slide into being Giles/Xander. If only I had a writing slave I could make write this for me.
I've wanted to write Joyce/Xander forever. I still hope to find a bunny that grows me a decent story. Something bigger than a snippet, anyway.
W/X was a new one for me. Never thought I'd write it, but it was a great hook.
~g~ Xander will have to do some more research on that whole gay thing. I'm sure Giles can counsel him wisely.
Thanks for the comments, maz!