Warning: Fictional insanity
So I have this idea. And it's possibly an insane, crack-riddled idea. And even if it's not words cannot emphasize enough how much this would not see the light of day for months. Like summer 2005, at best. Maybe fall.
That being said, whether or not it sees the light of day would depend on how much people would buy into it. So I present unto you a snippet. 'tis a wee snippet, and does not explain everything, but if this thing happened then something like this would be in it, and I figure there's only one way to check if that's the sort of thing people would like.
So, uh. That.
"Let's just do it," Angelus said.
Wesley turned his gaze away from the search for any possible escape route. He gave the vampire a good, long stare. "Have you gone more insane than usual?"
"I'm serious," Angelus clapped his hands together, as though demonstrating the simple beauty of his plan. "C'mon. We're trapped, I'm bored. Plus it would get this annoying sexual tension thing behind us, and you can't say that's not an advantage."
"You have gone mad," Wesley decided.
"Like you don't want to," Angelus shot back.
"Can't you just kill me?" Wesley asked. "You do still remember how to kill people, don't you?"
Angelus's eyes darkened. "Maybe I am. Maybe this is all an elaborate plan to finally shut you up which will be all the sweeter once I give you the best orgasm of your soon to be short life."
Wesley was proud when his voice didn't waver. "That confident that you could give me that much pleasure?"
"I've learned a thing or two," Angelus said.
"Really?" Wesley titled his head as though studying the vampire. "And here I thought all these years of attempts at world domination were you over-compensating for something."
"You're going to get into a dick measuring contest with me?" Angelus laughed. "I'd say that takes balls but considering who I'm talking to - "
"We're getting out of here," Wesley said. "Or I am. If I can leave you here to rot so be it."
"Careful," Angelus wagged a scolding finger, "you might hurt my feelings."
"I'll hurt something else if you don't start making yourself useful," Wesley turned back to trying to find anything that looked like a lock, or a door.
"I'm only keeping you alive so you can help me escape," Angelus told him.
"Careful," Wesley said, "now you might hurt my feelings."
Angelus came closer. "Sure about that? Because I could hurt something else if you wanted. Something nice and low. Maybe something that aches in a way you and I both know that boyfriend of yours isn't scratching - "
"Go to Hell," Wesley told him.
"That's not a no," Angelus pointed out.
Wesley jerked his shotgun up. The blast went directly through Angelus's legs, kissing him a hairsbreath below the crotchline. "That was."
Angelus looked down, then looked back up. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. "Funny, Wes. I can't say I've ever known you to miss."
That being said, whether or not it sees the light of day would depend on how much people would buy into it. So I present unto you a snippet. 'tis a wee snippet, and does not explain everything, but if this thing happened then something like this would be in it, and I figure there's only one way to check if that's the sort of thing people would like.
So, uh. That.
"Let's just do it," Angelus said.
Wesley turned his gaze away from the search for any possible escape route. He gave the vampire a good, long stare. "Have you gone more insane than usual?"
"I'm serious," Angelus clapped his hands together, as though demonstrating the simple beauty of his plan. "C'mon. We're trapped, I'm bored. Plus it would get this annoying sexual tension thing behind us, and you can't say that's not an advantage."
"You have gone mad," Wesley decided.
"Like you don't want to," Angelus shot back.
"Can't you just kill me?" Wesley asked. "You do still remember how to kill people, don't you?"
Angelus's eyes darkened. "Maybe I am. Maybe this is all an elaborate plan to finally shut you up which will be all the sweeter once I give you the best orgasm of your soon to be short life."
Wesley was proud when his voice didn't waver. "That confident that you could give me that much pleasure?"
"I've learned a thing or two," Angelus said.
"Really?" Wesley titled his head as though studying the vampire. "And here I thought all these years of attempts at world domination were you over-compensating for something."
"You're going to get into a dick measuring contest with me?" Angelus laughed. "I'd say that takes balls but considering who I'm talking to - "
"We're getting out of here," Wesley said. "Or I am. If I can leave you here to rot so be it."
"Careful," Angelus wagged a scolding finger, "you might hurt my feelings."
"I'll hurt something else if you don't start making yourself useful," Wesley turned back to trying to find anything that looked like a lock, or a door.
"I'm only keeping you alive so you can help me escape," Angelus told him.
"Careful," Wesley said, "now you might hurt my feelings."
Angelus came closer. "Sure about that? Because I could hurt something else if you wanted. Something nice and low. Maybe something that aches in a way you and I both know that boyfriend of yours isn't scratching - "
"Go to Hell," Wesley told him.
"That's not a no," Angelus pointed out.
Wesley jerked his shotgun up. The blast went directly through Angelus's legs, kissing him a hairsbreath below the crotchline. "That was."
Angelus looked down, then looked back up. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. "Funny, Wes. I can't say I've ever known you to miss."