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hab mal angefragt vor ner weile, aber bisher noch nichts gehörtmargie hat geschrieben:Aber wegen Distracted das kann ich natürlich wirklich auf die Seite packen. Hätte eh schon mehr drauf aber irgendwie komme ich momentan kaum zum lesen von den Fics aus den Mailinglists. Wenn du also magst kannst du ne email schicken und fragen
So ich glaub das war´s erstmal
naja, mal abwarten 
uns gehts mal wieder allen gleichwinterblue hat geschrieben:. das einzige, was mich stört, ist, manchmal die art wie spike spricht. ich meine, klar, er spricht slang etc., aber irgendwie störts mich, wenner dauernd *ya* statt *you* oder *jes* stat *just* sagt.
) mal wieder was um euch "in stimmung zu bringen" thatxandershapedguy: Do you want me to touch you, Cricket? Do you want me to wrap my hand around you cock like I would my own and jag you off? Do you like it fast? Or should I go slow? Would you like it if I tugged on your nuts, squeezing them firmly? Would you like it if I touched that little patch of skin between your hole and your balls? Or would you like it more if I used my tongue?
The devil had prompted Xander to add that last bit and, despite his flaming cheeks, Spike's reaction was well worth it.
cricket818: I can be in Sunnydale in 24 hours.
thatxandershapedguy: What would the Powers say if you abandoned your duties for sex?
cricket818: Fuck them.
thatxandershapedguy: Sorry, I don't do threesomes. Or foursomes. Or five... how many make up the PTB?
cricket818: Xanderrrrrrr.
thatxandershapedguy: Spiiiiiiiike.
cricket818: I want you.
thatxandershapedguy: I want you, too. But not yet.
cricket818:
Xander sighed, adjusted his pants, and answered honestly.
thatxandershapedguy: Talking dirty is fine and dandy, and I do fantasize about you when I flog the log, and I couldn't kiss you enough back at Thanksgiving, and my hands itch to touch you (either that or I've waxed my pole one too many times), and I'm curious to find out if what I read is true, but... why was I saying no again?
cricket818: Sigh. Because you would feel piss-poor if the world ended while we were bumping uglies.
thatxandershapedguy: There is that, too. But I was thinking more along the lines of being scared to death to take that final step into Homoland, even if the rides sound like fun.
cricket818: And you think I'm not? I've never been with another bloke before, either, and I have 135 years on you. I'm bloody scared shitless that I'm going to suck.
thatxandershapedguy: I'm kind of hoping you will. Nudge-nudge, wink-wink.
cricket818: Lol. Kinky.
thatxandershapedguy: Have you been feeding?
cricket818: Somehow I don't think that was a non sequitur. And yes, I have. Sort of.
thatxandershapedguy: Sort of?
cricket818: I'm in the wilds of Russia, Xander. I'm not about to go chasing after food in the snow. I'm off to Beijing in a few days. In a city there's more blood available.
thatxandershapedguy: Don't remind me.
Brief pause, then:
cricket818: Xander, you don't think that I munch on humans, do you?
cricket818: I take it by your non-response that's a yes.
cricket818: Just bloody wonderful. I haven't fed from a human in over six years, Xander, and I'm not about to start now.
thatxandershapedguy: But the chip is gone.
cricket818: So?
thatxandershapedguy: So you're free to eat humans again, Mr. Vampire.
Xander wondered where his brain went. One minute he was having cybersex, and the next he was talking about Spike killing people.
"Way to show trust, asshole," Xander cursed himself, trying to formulate something to say to Spike. The blond beat him to it.
cricket818: If you really think that I'm back to my old ways after all this time, then you don't know me at all. I've got to go. I've got a job to do.
cricket818 has logged off at 10:36 p.m..
ich kann mir einfach richtig schön vorstellen, wie spike so halb schmollend dieses M'not tiny sagtSpike puckered his lips and fluttered his eyelashes at the older vampire. Angel leaned forward threateningly, and Spike squeaked, turned on his chair, and buried his face against Xander's chest. "Help!" he mock-cried.
Xander curved an arm around Spike's shoulders, trying not to notice how thin they were, and played along. "You leave him alone," he scolded.
"Still the White Knight rescuing damsels in distress, eh, Xander?" Angel said, smirking.
"Oi!"
"You bet your big tushie," Xander replied to Angel. "I specialize in protecting tiny blonds."
"Oi -- again!" Spike raised his head and glowered at Xander. "'M'not tiny."
Xander's whiskey-colored eyes regained focus and he gazed down at Spike. He groaned softly. "Your underwear is going to be the death of me."
Spike's human features returned and he scowled. "Swell. You're in the presence of a master vampire, and it's my knickers you're afraid of."
"Yep. They're the only real evil in the room... except maybe the odor of my socks," Xander said.
Are you going to break my heart?" Spike asked, laying his fears on the table.
"Not in the next few hours," Xander replied in jest. He freed a hand and placed it over Spike's unbeating heart. "Seriously, I can't promise you that I won't, Spike, but I can promise not to try."
"I can live with that," Spike said, entwining his fingers with Xander's.
) "Spike, why are you here?" Buffy said acidly in return.
Spike tensed so much at the question that Xander could feel the vampire practically vibrating beside him. And, if he hadn't been Focus Boy, he would've missed yet another intimately familiar expression flicker across Spike's face. An expression Xander had felt pass over his own features when Buffy asked that same question the first time he had tried to join the girls on campus at lunch. The 'I know I don't belong here, but can you pretend that you don't mind' expression, one that spoke volumes if you knew how to read it. Which gave Xander an excuse for what he did next, but not really an understandable one.
"I told him to come," Xander said, unconsciously putting his hand on the small of Spike's back like he usually did with Anya when he defended her.
Xander hadn't realized where he'd put his hand until he felt Spike slowly curl with his touch, just like a wary cat that accepted being picked up and petted. Xander blinked twice, but didn't remove his hand. It felt... right... resting there. His thumb began to move on its own, brushing back and forth over Spike's spine, which he could feel so prominently beneath the thin tee the blond wore.
Had buffy been right? Had Spike lost a fight? Have I become a poet over night??
Spike had a slightly dumbfounded look on his face, but he went to the kitchen, nonetheless. Xander prayed no one would ask him why he was taking Spike with him. He wouldn't know how to explain. [Oh, I just want to take Spike home, remove his shirt, and pet him until he purrs. You know, normal male bonding stuff.] Yeah, he could see that going over real well.
ich bin schon fast so schlimm wie buffy-schauerin 
schlagt mich, wenn ich nerve, ok? As he dished the Chinese onto two plates and settled on the other end of the sofa bed, Xander told himself that in no way would Spike look as adorable sucking his thumb awake as he did asleep. Then Spike opened his eyes. He was still adorable. [Whimper.]
"Hey," Xander said as if it was normal to have the Evil Thumb-Sucking Monster wake up in his bed. He picked up the second plate and offered it to Spike. "Chinese?"
Somehow I don't think that 'getting a human care for me' is high on Spike's list of ways to terrorize the population'
"Let me guess, you want black trousers?"
"Don't mind blue" Spike said. "But black doesn't show the dirt and blood"
"You know your life is seriously whacked, when comments like that make perfectly sense"
If a vamp is going to catch something, it would be through a bite. Somehow Xander couldn't picture condoms that fit over a vampire's fangs
Ich hab doch schon mehr als genug zu lesen Jetzt muss ich zu meiner blöden alten mit Kabel und ohne optisch zurückgreifen Ich glaub ich weiss wofür ich morgen meinen SaturnGutschein verbrauche I give him the head-cocked-eyebrow-lifted-puppy-eyes-I'm-chipped- nobody-loves-me-no-more look, with a dash of you-stole-Dru-and-balled-her-while-I-was-crippled- and-you-were-a-soulless-jackass pout. "If I say please, will you fuck me so I won't say it again?"
"Try it."
"Please?"
"Take off your clothes."
Heh. It scares people when I'm polite.
Once Darkwing Duck sheds his clothing, things progress rather rapidly. One finger, two finger, three fingers, dick. Thrust, thrust, orgasm. Gallons of cum filling my bowels. Some blood play, because we're vampires and we do that. Yeah, and what vampire slash fiction have you been reading?
But then I wouldn't have gotten to see Angel naked. Let's pause for a moment and truly digest this.
Angel. Naked.
Naked Angel.
geht! lest!I turn over, adjusting the pillows again so I'm comfortable. There's nothing worse than getting a cramp while you're having sex. Takes all the enjoyment out of it.
margie hat geschrieben:Was ich eigentlich sagen wollte: Ich werde jetzt Viking Christmas lesen
du machst noch weniger sinn als ich, wenn ich brable Ich mach doch nicht weniger Sinn, oder etwa doch??Myš hat geschrieben:margie hat geschrieben:Was ich eigentlich sagen wollte: Ich werde jetzt Viking Christmas lesen
mensch, und ich dachte dir sei ne richtige, lebendige maus gestorben und fand das so brutal, wie du das geschrieben hast... bis ich begriffen hab, dass du von ner computermaus redest
Könnt schon sein 
zu witzig die Bilder. Besonders SpikeBot, also so einen hätt ich ja schon gern 