Eaten by Weasels (eatenbyweasels) wrote in ebw_buffyslash, @ 2008-03-22 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 15, humour, poetry, spike/angel/wesley |
Making Up. Angelus/Spike/Wesley. 15
In celebration of felisblanco's son's first steps, I give you...
Making Up
Retracting bloodied fangs from Wesley’s naked, bitten bum,
Angelus licked his lips and said to Spike;
“The best thing about buttocks is that Wes has two of them,
And you could bite the other, if you like.”
Spike looked at Wesley, tied-up on the bed; “I ain’t forgot
You hate my guts. Is this some crappy ploy
To get me all off-guard while I bite Percy on the bot,
Then stake me dead for feeding off your boy?”
Angelus looked quite hurt; “ Look, Spike, this isn’t what you think!
No tricks, I swear. I want to make amends
For being a rotten Sire. So come on, join me for a drink.
And just to show that we can still be friends
I’ll let you bugger Wesley, just this once, if you’re in doubt.
Think of it as low-calorie dessert
Don’t overdo the feeding, though. Can’t have him passing out.
He’s always more amusing when alert.”
And laughing (right on cue came Wesley’s little moans of dread),
They swore to lunch together every week.
Then shaking hands and vamping-out, they got down on the bed
And munched on Wesley’s bottom, cheek-to-cheek.
Thank you, thank you.......