angry so...writing

[essene_backup]

totally unbetad and off the cuff...


Xander slammed Spike into the wall, feeling a surge of elation as the wall cracked and a puff of dust rose out from around the vampire's form.

"You fucking bastard. Did you really think I was just going to let it go?"

Spike looked at him with that infuriatingly calm, prepossessed sneer. As if he'd been expecting this all along.

Xander was nearly shaking with the fury that had consumed him since he'd bore witness to the unnatural congress that had floated through network wires to Willow's laptop. He'd deflated some when Spike had sideswiped him with the comment about Buffy and her resulting doe-eyed, silent admission.

This...this...THING had sucessfully wrenched and fucked up--literally--everything he held cherished in his life. Except Willow. But he had his suspicions even there. Spike always had a soft underbelly for the witch he called "Red".

This demonic presence beneath his fingers had managed to touch every aspect of his life in one form or another and Xander wasn't going to stand for one more second of it. Somehow, someway it was going to be explained and clarified. There was going to be a reckoning, by god.

He held the vamp firmly in place with one well-muscled arm, and reached into his back pocket, fingers closing around the smooth, neutral shaft he found there. His anger was building again, because he was beginning to realize that the vamp wasn't putting up a fight, he was just staring at him complacently. Watching him, accepting Xander's hate and whatever else might accompany it.

"What, no sarcastic comments? No acerbic wit, that you just can't wait to share; or snide remarks about the fit of my clothing?" Xander wanted a reaction damnit! He deserved some sort of emotion. Some telling sign that the vampire understood what was about to happen to him and who was about to do it.

His answer came in the form of a slow, heavy lidded shudder over clear blue eyes, a langourous lick of pink tounge leaving a glistening trail on full pale lips.



You continue...k?

Comments

[zoniduck.livejournal.com]

Not continuing, but rather suggesting you should post this at tig_me. It's multi-fandom, but nobody has posted any BtVS or AtS yet. I'm sure somebody would play with you you there.

[xmirax.livejournal.com]

Fighting the urge to lick his own lips in return, Xander gritted his teeth as he whipped out the stake, pressing it to Spike's chest.

Pink lips parted--to beg? to curse?--and closed again, not so much as a puff of air escaping them.

With an angry growl, Xander ground the point of the stake into Spike's chest, determined to get some sound out of the vampire. Preferably a cry of pain.

Dead eyes stared at him.

[spuzz.livejournal.com]

"Well then?" Spike asked in a bored tone, he glanced down at the stake and back up at Xander.

Xander flinched back, and stepped away from him. Spike smirked, but his eyes remained completely cold.

"Don't got the stones eh? Can't even drive a stake into a measly old vamp like me?" Spike stepped forward into his personal space, and Xander could smell the booze on his breath.

"Fuck you."

"No, no, fuck you mate."

[rubywisp.livejournal.com]

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Xander flipped the stake over and over in his hands in the tiny, too tiny space between his and Spike's bodies and thought about what it would look like, buried a full inch deep in Spike's chest. It was a good thought.

"Get yourself a Scooby hat trick." Xander allowed himself a mocking laugh. "Not quite a Slayer triple play, but it ought to give you *something* to talk about down at whatever shithole you spend your time in. Maybe you could convince them it's all part of your grand plan to bring us down through humiliation and orgasms, huh?"

The dark, hollow look in Spike's eyes wasn't quite as satisfying as a pile of dust would have been, but it wasn't far off, either.

[brandil.livejournal.com]

"Go ahead do yourself and the world a favor Harris, put us all out of my misery." Spike closed his eyes, tilted his head back and waited.

[spuzz.livejournal.com]

Xander pressed the stake forward, feeling it break slightly into the skin. But something was pressing into the back of his mind. He stepped back away again, feeling almost as if he was performing some sort of dances they used to teach in school. One step forward, two steps back.

"You want to give me a pity kill?"

[slanted-truths.livejournal.com]

Xander was so fucking sick of this shit. Everyone looking past him or down on him until it strangled him. He couldn't even breathe anymore. The whole business with Spike was more or less the slight that broke his back. Xander's tired, he's been angry for so long that he doesn't even remember what his other options are. And now the embodiment of all his frustrations is looking him, more flat-eyed whore than vampire, and offering him a pity fuck?! ... er .. kill?!