ok, ich glaube, da hab ich euch noch nicht hingejagt, oder doch? egal... ist zwar angel/spike aber es ist einfach göttlich! ich hab 8 stunden (hin und rückfahrt münchen

) gelesen und mich halb tot gelacht...
http://www.ficbitch.com/daysofourunlives/
mal wieder was, um euch das wasser im mund zusammenlaufen zu lassen
ANGEL'S PoV
All right. So the battle ground is a plastic sheet covered in multi-colored circles, and the weapons of choice are a little spinny wheel and our limbs. And the prize is....I'm not entirely sure, something about getting naked. I'm very drunk, damnit, and it made sense when he suggested it!
Besides, I'm a modern guy -- vampire. I can do battle wherever the age old quest for right may take me! I will spin this
...little...spinning...thing...and I will arise victorious! My enemy will fall at my feet! He will --
''Spin, you asshole, or I`ll do it for you!''
''So far this evening, you've insulted my parentage, my age, and now my heritage. I'm safe in assuming there's not much left?''
Two hundred years. You'd think I'd have learned to ignore him by now.
''Well, there`s always your dick size,'' he grins.
I still haven't learned.
Spike smacks me on the shoulder. I glare at him, but he only gives me this expectant look in return, like I'm supposed to tell him the answer to what the square root of negative one is. Which is nothing. It's an imaginary number. How do I know? I was in Hell, remember? Math is a required course.
"-and if I don't get laid soon I'm gonna rip your goddamn lungs out, so you're gonna let me tie you up with whatever's on hand, and you're gonna bloody well *like* it!" I finish emphatically.
Funny thing is, I *clearly* remember turning him. In an alley. Alot. And there was sex. Alot.
SPIKE's PoV
I slip a hand around his thighs and find his balls. I squeeze. Hard. He lets go.
"Arsehole!" he snarls around his fangs. "Not fair."
Fair... Vampire... Wrestling match...Naked Twister...Destruction of my property..No. Not connecting the dots, here.
''I DO NOT shag men!'' I insist loudly. ''I only shag you!''
''Should I be flattered now or insulted? It`s not entirely clear.''
dear sweet jesus, he can plant the flag of Ireland on my ass and claim it for his fucking god and country.
He can't resist a concerned look around as he quickly gets dressed. Like he's waiting for a big neon sign over the fountain to light up...' ATTENTION! NOW PLAYING! TWO QUEER VAMPIRES FUCK IN CHLORINATED WATER!'
Still talking. Will the idiot never learn? It's a cardinal rule. Thou Shalt Not Speak When Your Childe's Dick Is In Your Mouth.
und das beste... die diskussion über "sex im auto" und ob die rückbank breit genug ist...
SPIKES POV
He's breathing, all wiggly and twitchy and soon to be putty in my hands. This will all be over in a moment. I just need one good line... Something even the romantic idiot will appreciate.
"Peaches, you're significantly shorter with your knees behind your ears."
Damn I'm good.
okok, tut mir leid, ich hör ja schon auf... aberich liebe die geschichte einfach

völlig sinnlos, total lustig und endlich mal was ohne aaaaall zu viel herzschmerz.. gerade genug, um immer wieder mal depressionen zu verursachen, die dann aber gleich mit wahnsinnig viel humor ausgebessert werden... sagte ich schon, dass ich die story liebe?
