Doomed and Loving it!
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
12,995
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy or the Doom movie, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In the hole
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Title: In the hole
Author: Merkat
Fandom: Buffy/Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander’s friends are being overprotective again and are pushing him aside. Instead of pushing back Xander leaves and meets someone new.
Archive: Slash.
Rating: PG-13 . . . ?
Parts: many if I don’t get a road block.
Status: Finished? No.
Series/Sequel: No idea
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... No money was involved. Characters belong to the people who created the shows I’m writing about.
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
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“OH! SHIT!!”
Thought Xander as he pointed his gun around. Instinctively Xander growled as he pulled Samantha and Steffen in the middle of the room. Everyone else fallowed suit as the sounds of tapping claws and pounding feet became louder. Everyone was looking at Xander for what to do. Feeling like he was trapped Xander cocked his gun and aimed at the closest vent. Everyone else fallowed his lead even Samantha held a weapon at ready. Everyone circled up and waited with abated breath as silence commenced.
They watched as one at a time the screws fell out of a vent in the middle of their circle. Most of them pointed their guns at the vent while some of the others looked like they were going to make a run for it. The vent swung open, swinging back and fourth.
Xander felt conflicted. All his senses were telling him to run. To get the fuck out and not look back. Steffen was shaken and held a large knife in his hand. He had pull it out from under his dirt-covered shirt and held the blood-incrusted thing like a life line.
Breathing hard Xander let the hyena and soldier out fully. They had been clawing to get out, to run or fight. Xander’s personalities rarely agreed with each other. But right now all they wanted to do was make Xander stronger, they like Xander didn’t really want to die.
Xander watched as a gruff man with dirty brown dread locks named Vargas crept toward the vent till he was right under it. He pointed his gun at it, his flash light shining into it. He let off a couple of shots inside . . . nothing happened. Vargas gave a big yellow toothed grin.
“Tis nuttin thar . . . ”
He shouldered his gun and started laughing. People started to relax even Xander felt himself loosen his grip on the trigger of his gun. They were about to break their little circle when a pink fleshed limb shot out of the vent and wrapped around Vargas. Vargas made eye contact with Xander then started screaming as whatever it is squeezed around him. It lifted him in the air like he weighs nothing. Someone started shooting, and others started running.
Running forward with some of the other soldiers Xander grabbed Vargas’ leg and tried to pull him back down to the floor. But whatever it was lifted everyone trying to pull Vargas way, it lifted them effortlessly. Suddenly a dozen other vents opened up and things started sliding out. Men were screaming and firing wildly.
Pulling a knife Xander started hacking at the tentacle on til a strong gangly arm punch through the roof and grab his hand. Xander looked up wild eyed as he met huge solid black eyes of the ugliest human sized monkey he had ever seen.
Time seamed to slow down . . . people screamed . . . , shots fired . . . things that looked like mutant rats roared. Men were still trying to get Vargas and now him away from the thing that held them. It hung from the ceiling by its feet, its large mouth shaped into an open smile, big needle sharp teeth gleaming. Xander watched as one clawed pink hand came at him. He held his breath and tried desperately to get his gun up to fire at the monkey thing. He felt someone grab his legs and pulled. Xander groaned. He felt like stretched taffy.
He closed his eyes as the thing swiped at him, it was going to kill him. Suddenly hot fluid splashed over his face then he was back on the ground with John Grimm by his side. On the ground in-front of him was the giant monkey-thing its head was blown open it’s brains leaking out. A few feet away was its tail, it was cut off the creatures body and still wrapped around Vargas’s body. Vargas was unmoving. His face was blue.
Reaper pulled Xander to his feet and started running. “Everyone on me! Get moving!” Xander was wide-eyed as they ran, Reaper didn’t even look behind him as he fired at things running at him. Xander was amazed he didn’t hit Samantha or Steffen or any of the other soldiers fallowing.
Xander looked at Reaper in awe. Each shot hit the rat things between the eyes. They left the Ark room at a dead run, passed the atrium, and through the airlock. They were back at Steffen’s storage room. Reaper closed the heavy door and locked it. It was then Xander noticed each vent, every opening, small or big was blocked.
Steffen grabbed Reaper and Xander by their hands and beacon’s them to the back of the room to another opening. He pulled a circular door open. In it was a large catch of weaponry and blades. “B-bad things get hungry . . . Steffen use these to make dead.” He said as he looked at the two men with big eyes. They all heard the sounds of things tapping, banging on the door . . .
It seamed whatever it was . . . was just testing and scaring them. Steffen stood up and gave Xander an empty smile. “They like to scare Steffen. But they can’t come in! Steffen’s team made sure!” He said with a giggle. “Nnnooow werrre aaalllll ssstuck!!!!” He said in a singsong voice then plopped on the ground like a little child.
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Review. What should happen next?
Title: In the hole
Author: Merkat
Fandom: Buffy/Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander’s friends are being overprotective again and are pushing him aside. Instead of pushing back Xander leaves and meets someone new.
Archive: Slash.
Rating: PG-13 . . . ?
Parts: many if I don’t get a road block.
Status: Finished? No.
Series/Sequel: No idea
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners... No money was involved. Characters belong to the people who created the shows I’m writing about.
Author notes & Warnings: M/M fanfic. No Beta. Be afraid. My mood affects my writing.
*******************************************
“OH! SHIT!!”
Thought Xander as he pointed his gun around. Instinctively Xander growled as he pulled Samantha and Steffen in the middle of the room. Everyone else fallowed suit as the sounds of tapping claws and pounding feet became louder. Everyone was looking at Xander for what to do. Feeling like he was trapped Xander cocked his gun and aimed at the closest vent. Everyone else fallowed his lead even Samantha held a weapon at ready. Everyone circled up and waited with abated breath as silence commenced.
They watched as one at a time the screws fell out of a vent in the middle of their circle. Most of them pointed their guns at the vent while some of the others looked like they were going to make a run for it. The vent swung open, swinging back and fourth.
Xander felt conflicted. All his senses were telling him to run. To get the fuck out and not look back. Steffen was shaken and held a large knife in his hand. He had pull it out from under his dirt-covered shirt and held the blood-incrusted thing like a life line.
Breathing hard Xander let the hyena and soldier out fully. They had been clawing to get out, to run or fight. Xander’s personalities rarely agreed with each other. But right now all they wanted to do was make Xander stronger, they like Xander didn’t really want to die.
Xander watched as a gruff man with dirty brown dread locks named Vargas crept toward the vent till he was right under it. He pointed his gun at it, his flash light shining into it. He let off a couple of shots inside . . . nothing happened. Vargas gave a big yellow toothed grin.
“Tis nuttin thar . . . ”
He shouldered his gun and started laughing. People started to relax even Xander felt himself loosen his grip on the trigger of his gun. They were about to break their little circle when a pink fleshed limb shot out of the vent and wrapped around Vargas. Vargas made eye contact with Xander then started screaming as whatever it is squeezed around him. It lifted him in the air like he weighs nothing. Someone started shooting, and others started running.
Running forward with some of the other soldiers Xander grabbed Vargas’ leg and tried to pull him back down to the floor. But whatever it was lifted everyone trying to pull Vargas way, it lifted them effortlessly. Suddenly a dozen other vents opened up and things started sliding out. Men were screaming and firing wildly.
Pulling a knife Xander started hacking at the tentacle on til a strong gangly arm punch through the roof and grab his hand. Xander looked up wild eyed as he met huge solid black eyes of the ugliest human sized monkey he had ever seen.
Time seamed to slow down . . . people screamed . . . , shots fired . . . things that looked like mutant rats roared. Men were still trying to get Vargas and now him away from the thing that held them. It hung from the ceiling by its feet, its large mouth shaped into an open smile, big needle sharp teeth gleaming. Xander watched as one clawed pink hand came at him. He held his breath and tried desperately to get his gun up to fire at the monkey thing. He felt someone grab his legs and pulled. Xander groaned. He felt like stretched taffy.
He closed his eyes as the thing swiped at him, it was going to kill him. Suddenly hot fluid splashed over his face then he was back on the ground with John Grimm by his side. On the ground in-front of him was the giant monkey-thing its head was blown open it’s brains leaking out. A few feet away was its tail, it was cut off the creatures body and still wrapped around Vargas’s body. Vargas was unmoving. His face was blue.
Reaper pulled Xander to his feet and started running. “Everyone on me! Get moving!” Xander was wide-eyed as they ran, Reaper didn’t even look behind him as he fired at things running at him. Xander was amazed he didn’t hit Samantha or Steffen or any of the other soldiers fallowing.
Xander looked at Reaper in awe. Each shot hit the rat things between the eyes. They left the Ark room at a dead run, passed the atrium, and through the airlock. They were back at Steffen’s storage room. Reaper closed the heavy door and locked it. It was then Xander noticed each vent, every opening, small or big was blocked.
Steffen grabbed Reaper and Xander by their hands and beacon’s them to the back of the room to another opening. He pulled a circular door open. In it was a large catch of weaponry and blades. “B-bad things get hungry . . . Steffen use these to make dead.” He said as he looked at the two men with big eyes. They all heard the sounds of things tapping, banging on the door . . .
It seamed whatever it was . . . was just testing and scaring them. Steffen stood up and gave Xander an empty smile. “They like to scare Steffen. But they can’t come in! Steffen’s team made sure!” He said with a giggle. “Nnnooow werrre aaalllll ssstuck!!!!” He said in a singsong voice then plopped on the ground like a little child.
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Review. What should happen next?