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I tried to write y'all porn. Ended up with this instead. Which has a rather lack of porn.
Buffy Wishverse, Oz/Giles/Larry. Didn't do anything to it besides spellcheck it - if you feel this could actually turn into something and want me to edit it, drop me a note?
In this town, you take whatever joy you can get. Usually it's something small, like ice cream savored on a sunny day, or, hell, just a sunny day. Anytime when Oz doesn't have to be locked inside a house, looking desperately over his shoulder, stake never far away.
Sunnydale isn't exactly a happy place to be. Not that moving would be any help, there isn't a safe town anywhere anymore, not since the Master rose. Not since the Harvest. Oz sometimes thinks of going someplace where the vamps haven't gotten the upper hand yet - of moving to some esoteric unimportant place like Wyoming. But he knows that with his luck, Bumfuck, Wyoming would be host to it's own interdimensional portal with a host of flesh-eating demons. You can't escape from hell.
Sometimes though, you can carve out your own little piece of heaven. Or, at the very least, Purgatory. He's pretty sure it's Purgatory that he lives in when it's just the three of them. Some sort of fucked up Catholic limbo between Heaven and Hell. A place where, if hell wasn't just outside his window, could be heaven.
He still doesn't quite understand how it became the three of them, trying to make this little piece of hell safer for the sacrifices. Giles showed up one day, the new librarian. Oz didn't pay him much mind until the Harvest, until he staked the vamp who had decided Oz looked liked a tasty treat. And Larry? Larry somehow escaped the vamps that killed the rest of his family, put his ear to the ground to find a resistance, and came to them.
None of them have much of family anymore. Oz's were killed at a family reunion he couldn't make - something about a cousin who was a werewolf. He never got the whole story. Giles apparently still has some over in England, but planes aren't exactly flying these days. So now it's just Giles, Larry, and Oz. Supermen laden with kryptonite, carving out their own little familial support group.
Most families aren't quite this incestuous. Oz knows why his little family is though, and doesn't question it. There's comfort in human touch, and an orgasm is just another kind of chemical happiness. Warm fingers that touch him, warm lips that caress him, warm cocks impaled deep within him - reminders of why they all court death everyday. Life. Simple warm human life.
When Oz wakes sandwiched between his lovers, sometimes sticky with blood and usually sticky with semen, he always knows that this could be the last sunrise. Carpe diem, for tomorrow you may be dead. He knows that when you live in Purgatory, you take your fleeting moments of happiness where ever you can find them.
I'll try and write porn for y'all again later.
Buffy Wishverse, Oz/Giles/Larry. Didn't do anything to it besides spellcheck it - if you feel this could actually turn into something and want me to edit it, drop me a note?
In this town, you take whatever joy you can get. Usually it's something small, like ice cream savored on a sunny day, or, hell, just a sunny day. Anytime when Oz doesn't have to be locked inside a house, looking desperately over his shoulder, stake never far away.
Sunnydale isn't exactly a happy place to be. Not that moving would be any help, there isn't a safe town anywhere anymore, not since the Master rose. Not since the Harvest. Oz sometimes thinks of going someplace where the vamps haven't gotten the upper hand yet - of moving to some esoteric unimportant place like Wyoming. But he knows that with his luck, Bumfuck, Wyoming would be host to it's own interdimensional portal with a host of flesh-eating demons. You can't escape from hell.
Sometimes though, you can carve out your own little piece of heaven. Or, at the very least, Purgatory. He's pretty sure it's Purgatory that he lives in when it's just the three of them. Some sort of fucked up Catholic limbo between Heaven and Hell. A place where, if hell wasn't just outside his window, could be heaven.
He still doesn't quite understand how it became the three of them, trying to make this little piece of hell safer for the sacrifices. Giles showed up one day, the new librarian. Oz didn't pay him much mind until the Harvest, until he staked the vamp who had decided Oz looked liked a tasty treat. And Larry? Larry somehow escaped the vamps that killed the rest of his family, put his ear to the ground to find a resistance, and came to them.
None of them have much of family anymore. Oz's were killed at a family reunion he couldn't make - something about a cousin who was a werewolf. He never got the whole story. Giles apparently still has some over in England, but planes aren't exactly flying these days. So now it's just Giles, Larry, and Oz. Supermen laden with kryptonite, carving out their own little familial support group.
Most families aren't quite this incestuous. Oz knows why his little family is though, and doesn't question it. There's comfort in human touch, and an orgasm is just another kind of chemical happiness. Warm fingers that touch him, warm lips that caress him, warm cocks impaled deep within him - reminders of why they all court death everyday. Life. Simple warm human life.
When Oz wakes sandwiched between his lovers, sometimes sticky with blood and usually sticky with semen, he always knows that this could be the last sunrise. Carpe diem, for tomorrow you may be dead. He knows that when you live in Purgatory, you take your fleeting moments of happiness where ever you can find them.
I'll try and write porn for y'all again later.