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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
19,357
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Soldier!
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Title: Soldier!
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings. Slash. Mpreg?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
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Xander felt like the unlikely hero of a western stand off. Or maybe like David and Goliath. Damn and he forgot his sling shot! Trying to look tough Xander ignored the fact that he wanted to shuffle his feet like a bad boy caught peeping in the girls bathroom. Taking a breath Xander looked Sarge in the eye . . . That’s when he notice the blood coating Sarge’s bronze skin. Seeing the circular wound on his neck Xander immediately raised his weapon.
Sarge smirked. Giving a look he only gave a man before he killed them. A condescending look. A your no match for me so just stand still and let me kill you look. Taking a shaky breath Xander was kinda thankful that he had left the others in the south sector. “You obey orders soldier! We are in the field. I need soldiers! If you can’t follow orders then you are no good to me . . .”
Xander nodded. “That’s the idea, sir.”
Shooting a spray of bullets Xander dodged as Sarge lifted his big gun and fired a round at Xander. With a heart that is trying to beat its way out of his chest Xander duck and rolled under the hot blue flame. He watched for half a second as it melted the wall then gasped as he ducked under another shot.
Aiming for the mans head Xander cursed as he seamed to move with speed Xander had not seen the man reach before. Sarge was smiling! Smiling like a big dog that has cornered a particularly small kitten! Frowning Xander dodged another blast, this only much closer then the last. Patting down the blue fire on his left leg Xander growled. This wasn’t working!!
With his face set in a snarl Xander let out a hyena laugh as he stepped up his game. Something in the back of his mind purred. ~ Enemy . . .Kill him!! Now . . .?~ It whined.
*I’m only letting you out to do this. Got it? No blood baths from us!* Running at Sarge since long rang fighting was doing no good, Xander kicked out at the man. Xander smirked as loud pitched laughter could be heard in his head. And with a mental unhooking of the dog Xander let a animal-ish smile form on his face.
Moving faster Hyena Xander pulled a knife and slashed at the enemy, aiming for the neck . . .the groin . . .kneecaps . . . heart. Kicking out at Sarge’s belly Xander crouched low as he got a better grip on his blood slick knife. Swinging his gun around Xander rolled on the ground away from Sarge as the man tried to body slam him. Shooting off his last shots he watched as at least four bullet holes formed in the big mans gut. Panting Xander stood across the room from Sarge. They were both bloody. Xander was sure every stitch he had in his back was popped, because his back was warm, hot almost.
Xander was pretty sure he also had a few broken ribs because it was so damn hard to breath! Black spots were forming in his eyes. That made him think of a stupid joke he had heard. ‘Doctor I’ve been seeing black spots!
Hmm. Sir, have you seen any doctors?
No! Just black spots!’ That joke had made Willow really laugh when they were kids. And even when they were grown she laughed at little dumb jokes like that. *Wow! I must be really hurt! I’m fighting Sarge! The toughest guy next to Reaper! And I’m thinking of Willow!* Xander wanted to giggle.
Xander was about to charge at Sarge again with his knife when the man pulled up his gun . . .And fired. It was one of those moment ware you saw every detail, every fire licking flame, every spark as it ate up the distance. Xander knew without a doubt that he could not get out of the way in time. This was it! The end. Why did Xander feel so . . .unfinished.
The heat came first . . .then the fire . . .pain was last. It seared up the left side of Xander body, down his entire leg, and splattered his face. Landing against the wall near the burn hole Xander knew he wasn’t getting up. Looking at his leg Xander grimaced. It was black and smoking with red cooked muscles showing through. The real scary thing was that he couldn’t feel his leg at all. In-fact his whole side was numb.
Shifting Xander looked straight at Sarge’s smirking bloody face. The man had blood streaming down his face from a deep cut just above his forehead. Sarge didn’t seam to notice or care about his wounds, the man just stood in front of Xander all cocky and smirking.
“I think I’ll leave you like this. Let you bleed out right here . . . or get eaten by one of your innocent civilians.” With that said Sarge left the way Xander had come. Cursing himself and the world in general Xander dug around in his pockets and pulled out a small disc shaped grenade. Activating it Xander threw it at Sarge’s back and watch through blurred eyes as it slid under the mans feet.
“SHIT!!!!” Yelled Sarge as he jumped up into the air as the floor exploded. Dust covered the door way and Sarge came flying out. He was covered in dust and blood. Oh and he looked pretty damn pissed off.
“Clever. Very clever!”He said as he kicked Xander's still feeling side then kicked away his pack. “I’ll just take the long way . . .” He said to a now unconscious Pup.
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Title: Soldier!
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings. Slash. Mpreg?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
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Xander felt like the unlikely hero of a western stand off. Or maybe like David and Goliath. Damn and he forgot his sling shot! Trying to look tough Xander ignored the fact that he wanted to shuffle his feet like a bad boy caught peeping in the girls bathroom. Taking a breath Xander looked Sarge in the eye . . . That’s when he notice the blood coating Sarge’s bronze skin. Seeing the circular wound on his neck Xander immediately raised his weapon.
Sarge smirked. Giving a look he only gave a man before he killed them. A condescending look. A your no match for me so just stand still and let me kill you look. Taking a shaky breath Xander was kinda thankful that he had left the others in the south sector. “You obey orders soldier! We are in the field. I need soldiers! If you can’t follow orders then you are no good to me . . .”
Xander nodded. “That’s the idea, sir.”
Shooting a spray of bullets Xander dodged as Sarge lifted his big gun and fired a round at Xander. With a heart that is trying to beat its way out of his chest Xander duck and rolled under the hot blue flame. He watched for half a second as it melted the wall then gasped as he ducked under another shot.
Aiming for the mans head Xander cursed as he seamed to move with speed Xander had not seen the man reach before. Sarge was smiling! Smiling like a big dog that has cornered a particularly small kitten! Frowning Xander dodged another blast, this only much closer then the last. Patting down the blue fire on his left leg Xander growled. This wasn’t working!!
With his face set in a snarl Xander let out a hyena laugh as he stepped up his game. Something in the back of his mind purred. ~ Enemy . . .Kill him!! Now . . .?~ It whined.
*I’m only letting you out to do this. Got it? No blood baths from us!* Running at Sarge since long rang fighting was doing no good, Xander kicked out at the man. Xander smirked as loud pitched laughter could be heard in his head. And with a mental unhooking of the dog Xander let a animal-ish smile form on his face.
Moving faster Hyena Xander pulled a knife and slashed at the enemy, aiming for the neck . . .the groin . . .kneecaps . . . heart. Kicking out at Sarge’s belly Xander crouched low as he got a better grip on his blood slick knife. Swinging his gun around Xander rolled on the ground away from Sarge as the man tried to body slam him. Shooting off his last shots he watched as at least four bullet holes formed in the big mans gut. Panting Xander stood across the room from Sarge. They were both bloody. Xander was sure every stitch he had in his back was popped, because his back was warm, hot almost.
Xander was pretty sure he also had a few broken ribs because it was so damn hard to breath! Black spots were forming in his eyes. That made him think of a stupid joke he had heard. ‘Doctor I’ve been seeing black spots!
Hmm. Sir, have you seen any doctors?
No! Just black spots!’ That joke had made Willow really laugh when they were kids. And even when they were grown she laughed at little dumb jokes like that. *Wow! I must be really hurt! I’m fighting Sarge! The toughest guy next to Reaper! And I’m thinking of Willow!* Xander wanted to giggle.
Xander was about to charge at Sarge again with his knife when the man pulled up his gun . . .And fired. It was one of those moment ware you saw every detail, every fire licking flame, every spark as it ate up the distance. Xander knew without a doubt that he could not get out of the way in time. This was it! The end. Why did Xander feel so . . .unfinished.
The heat came first . . .then the fire . . .pain was last. It seared up the left side of Xander body, down his entire leg, and splattered his face. Landing against the wall near the burn hole Xander knew he wasn’t getting up. Looking at his leg Xander grimaced. It was black and smoking with red cooked muscles showing through. The real scary thing was that he couldn’t feel his leg at all. In-fact his whole side was numb.
Shifting Xander looked straight at Sarge’s smirking bloody face. The man had blood streaming down his face from a deep cut just above his forehead. Sarge didn’t seam to notice or care about his wounds, the man just stood in front of Xander all cocky and smirking.
“I think I’ll leave you like this. Let you bleed out right here . . . or get eaten by one of your innocent civilians.” With that said Sarge left the way Xander had come. Cursing himself and the world in general Xander dug around in his pockets and pulled out a small disc shaped grenade. Activating it Xander threw it at Sarge’s back and watch through blurred eyes as it slid under the mans feet.
“SHIT!!!!” Yelled Sarge as he jumped up into the air as the floor exploded. Dust covered the door way and Sarge came flying out. He was covered in dust and blood. Oh and he looked pretty damn pissed off.
“Clever. Very clever!”He said as he kicked Xander's still feeling side then kicked away his pack. “I’ll just take the long way . . .” He said to a now unconscious Pup.
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