Random Drabbles from RSK!
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,944
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Drabbles #10-13
This is a series of Drabbles that tell a story. THis was written in response to a request from amejisuto who wanted "Spike hunting Xander, and well catching him and having some fun of the NC17 kind".
Drabble #10
6-3-04
He scented the air. There it was, the delightful smell of fear and anticipation. He snarled and looked around, angrily shoving boxes out of the way as he hunted for his prize. “Bloody hell!” The words escaped through sharp teeth and fangs when he found the source of the intoxicating scent. A shirt. How in the hell had the shirt held onto the scent of fear? He began moving once again, his eyes flashing, growls escaping from deep within his chest. He was a Master Vampire, damn it. He was going to find his prey. He would not lose again.
Drabble #11
6-3-04
He was excited. So far, it was going well. He left the shirt buried under a pallet of boxes in an old warehouse. It would be hours before he was found. He considered his options. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that he was actually safe, that he had fooled the vampire for any time at all. He searched for the door. He found this place weeks ago and knew it was a perfect place to escape to. He might stay hidden here, at least for a while. What a fool to play a game of hunt with a vampire.
Drabble #12
6-3-04
There it was, the scent that he had been hunting for all night. It was almost dawn and his prey was huddled in a small shack at the edge of the woods. He could hear the heartbeat and smell the scent of unwashed human. Yeah. The hunt was almost over.
He knew the vampire was near. He could feel it in his skin. Cold sweat covered his body and he tried not to pant. He crouched under the window, wondering if his heart was actually as loud as it seemed. Crunching of asphalt let him know he had been found.
Drabble # 13
6-3-04
The door opened silently, footsteps echoing through the empty room. He could smell tension and his cock hardened as he crept closer to his goal.
He held his breath, knowing that it waskingking against him.
He could hear the heartbeat. The whoosh, whoosh sound drew him ever closer, his step brightened in anticipation.
He pulled tighter into himself. Happy growling noises were heard and he knew that it was time. His cock hardened in anticipation.
The brunette pounced and grabbed the blond. Mouths crushed together, cocks quickly freed. The hunt was over; it was now time for the reward.
6-3-04
He scented the air. There it was, the delightful smell of fear and anticipation. He snarled and looked around, angrily shoving boxes out of the way as he hunted for his prize. “Bloody hell!” The words escaped through sharp teeth and fangs when he found the source of the intoxicating scent. A shirt. How in the hell had the shirt held onto the scent of fear? He began moving once again, his eyes flashing, growls escaping from deep within his chest. He was a Master Vampire, damn it. He was going to find his prey. He would not lose again.
6-3-04
He was excited. So far, it was going well. He left the shirt buried under a pallet of boxes in an old warehouse. It would be hours before he was found. He considered his options. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that he was actually safe, that he had fooled the vampire for any time at all. He searched for the door. He found this place weeks ago and knew it was a perfect place to escape to. He might stay hidden here, at least for a while. What a fool to play a game of hunt with a vampire.
6-3-04
There it was, the scent that he had been hunting for all night. It was almost dawn and his prey was huddled in a small shack at the edge of the woods. He could hear the heartbeat and smell the scent of unwashed human. Yeah. The hunt was almost over.
He knew the vampire was near. He could feel it in his skin. Cold sweat covered his body and he tried not to pant. He crouched under the window, wondering if his heart was actually as loud as it seemed. Crunching of asphalt let him know he had been found.
6-3-04
The door opened silently, footsteps echoing through the empty room. He could smell tension and his cock hardened as he crept closer to his goal.
He held his breath, knowing that it waskingking against him.
He could hear the heartbeat. The whoosh, whoosh sound drew him ever closer, his step brightened in anticipation.
He pulled tighter into himself. Happy growling noises were heard and he knew that it was time. His cock hardened in anticipation.
The brunette pounced and grabbed the blond. Mouths crushed together, cocks quickly freed. The hunt was over; it was now time for the reward.