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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,947
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
David Bowie Song Title Drabbles
Written for the Open On Sunday Challenge to write drabbles based on David Bowie song titles. Heathen has spoilers for Season 5 of AtS.
Under Pressure
6-6-04
It had been so long since he had let himself love. Drusilla had not wanted his love, simply his devotion. He was a Victorian; love was a rarity when his friends were marrying. It was all about status and familial promotion. Now, though, love was essential. He wanted to love so badly. He would watch the boy as he joked and tried not to get killed by the demon of the night. He wanted to love this boy. He was afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of what he was really like, afraid of caring enough about himself to love again.
(Inspiration): Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
Love Song
6-6-04
He looks into the darkness, wondering what woke him up. He usually slept through the night these days. Angel snorts. Days. He stands in the open doorway, looking out into the night. He wonders what is going on with the members of A.I. right now. He has left them behind, knowing that his lo… feelings fhim.him. Those feelings, they could hurt everyone that he cares for. They could destroy everything. He contemplates his love. Warm eyes, warmer skin, an incredible intelligence that is unsurpassed. He shudders and refuses to think of his beautiful boy anymore. No more. Not Again.
(Inspiration): Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
Noone can offer you more
You know what I mean
Have your eyes really seen?
Knock on Wood
6-6-04
Xander peers out from under his eyelashes. Spike is standing in the open window, Slowly smoking a cigarette before returning to bed, returning to his love. Xander is too interested in the skin that Spike is showing to the rest of the world to care that he could be fined for Spike smoking in the apartment. He smiles, wondering where they would fuck if they lost their flat. e tue turns and growls low in his throat and Xander knows that his mate has picked up on his thoughts. Xander looks at the demon that he is bound to and smiles.
(Inspiration): I got superstitious about you, but I can't take change
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love I've known
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood
Heathen
6-6-04
Wes peers up at the building, knowing that this is the beginning of the end. They have sold their souls to the devil and the proof is standing in front of him. The building is massive and frightening.
Moments of prescience have filled his mind with terror. Fred, Gunn, Angel… Betrayal, death, pain. No one left. Wes holds back a sob and looks at the paper clutched in his fist. Forget. His love will die in his arms. He has to forget. He murmurs the words under his breath and crushes the herbs in his mouth. He has to forget.
(Inspiration): Steel on the skyline
Sky made of glass
Made for a real world
All things must pass
6-6-04
It had been so long since he had let himself love. Drusilla had not wanted his love, simply his devotion. He was a Victorian; love was a rarity when his friends were marrying. It was all about status and familial promotion. Now, though, love was essential. He wanted to love so badly. He would watch the boy as he joked and tried not to get killed by the demon of the night. He wanted to love this boy. He was afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of what he was really like, afraid of caring enough about himself to love again.
(Inspiration): Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
6-6-04
He looks into the darkness, wondering what woke him up. He usually slept through the night these days. Angel snorts. Days. He stands in the open doorway, looking out into the night. He wonders what is going on with the members of A.I. right now. He has left them behind, knowing that his lo… feelings fhim.him. Those feelings, they could hurt everyone that he cares for. They could destroy everything. He contemplates his love. Warm eyes, warmer skin, an incredible intelligence that is unsurpassed. He shudders and refuses to think of his beautiful boy anymore. No more. Not Again.
(Inspiration): Love is the opening door
Love is what we came here for
Noone can offer you more
You know what I mean
Have your eyes really seen?
6-6-04
Xander peers out from under his eyelashes. Spike is standing in the open window, Slowly smoking a cigarette before returning to bed, returning to his love. Xander is too interested in the skin that Spike is showing to the rest of the world to care that he could be fined for Spike smoking in the apartment. He smiles, wondering where they would fuck if they lost their flat. e tue turns and growls low in his throat and Xander knows that his mate has picked up on his thoughts. Xander looks at the demon that he is bound to and smiles.
(Inspiration): I got superstitious about you, but I can't take change
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love I've known
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood
6-6-04
Wes peers up at the building, knowing that this is the beginning of the end. They have sold their souls to the devil and the proof is standing in front of him. The building is massive and frightening.
Moments of prescience have filled his mind with terror. Fred, Gunn, Angel… Betrayal, death, pain. No one left. Wes holds back a sob and looks at the paper clutched in his fist. Forget. His love will die in his arms. He has to forget. He murmurs the words under his breath and crushes the herbs in his mouth. He has to forget.
(Inspiration): Steel on the skyline
Sky made of glass
Made for a real world
All things must pass