Square Twenty-Three:
Blunt teeth scraped - scratched - and there was want. Want and the crunch of shifting bone and sharp teeth - burning bite - deep bite and a growl that went straight to his cock and -
*Fuckfuckfuck. This is it.*
"Now's your part, love, now's the hard part...Come on, love, drink now. I've got you and you're safe, just drink, pet..."
Wash of yes and love and cold from Xander. Fading fast, now. Light burning brighter and then - not at all.
The phone rang.
And rang again.
The machine picked up.
'You've got Xander. I can't come to the phone right now because I'm dead. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you tomorrow.'
It was Willow again, sounding - strident.
"Xander! This really isn't funny! Pick up the phone, mister! I'm about ten minutes from teleporting over there... Xander?"
No More Snakes and Ladders - Chapter Twenty-Three will be Posted in Full June 20th
ETA:More Pout!Verse! For
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here. Seventh ficlet in comments. Enjoy!