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moogingI tried for the whole of yesterday to write some semi-porny girlsmut. Instead, I got non-porny, guy slash. From Angel. Someone please explain this to me, as it is beyond my understanding.
Title: Nothing and This
Rating: PG
Fandom / Pairing: Angel - Angel/Spike
Summary: ...vampires and boy lusts?
A/N: It's another short little thing. And it wouldn't go away. Comments on the writing might be nice, if the pairing or fandom isn't your thing. *looks pleadingly at people*
Theirs is a hatred, a snarling-fighting hatred, but there's something underneath like impure quicksand, pulling-pulling them in.
They both think they can't sink any deeper.
And beneath that, there's an aching clutch of nothing because nothing can come of it, nothing can happen. From beneath them it devours, twisting and gnawing and shifting, and they don't know anymore, when they fight, whether it's lust or hell or something more.
It's everything though, everything submerged and forbidden. That's the thrill.
So that's what it is and what they really fight as they slam into cars and walls and each other. That's what they fight.
But what they know is that want, that kisses-blood-sex-need, and they hate a little bit more every time.
There's always a next time.
That's how it works.
Title: Nothing and This
Rating: PG
Fandom / Pairing: Angel - Angel/Spike
Summary: ...vampires and boy lusts?
A/N: It's another short little thing. And it wouldn't go away. Comments on the writing might be nice, if the pairing or fandom isn't your thing. *looks pleadingly at people*
Theirs is a hatred, a snarling-fighting hatred, but there's something underneath like impure quicksand, pulling-pulling them in.
They both think they can't sink any deeper.
And beneath that, there's an aching clutch of nothing because nothing can come of it, nothing can happen. From beneath them it devours, twisting and gnawing and shifting, and they don't know anymore, when they fight, whether it's lust or hell or something more.
It's everything though, everything submerged and forbidden. That's the thrill.
So that's what it is and what they really fight as they slam into cars and walls and each other. That's what they fight.
But what they know is that want, that kisses-blood-sex-need, and they hate a little bit more every time.
There's always a next time.
That's how it works.
