3 Gunn drabbles. Gunn/Spike, Gunn/Wes, Gunn/Angel, Up to 15
Three Gunn drabbles; the first a Gunn/Spike pissing contest for flurblewig, the second some Wes/Gunn schmoop for theferretgirl. Finally, some Gunn/Angel, a little bit darker for strickens_girl
Blessed
“Sure it's true!”
“So, what you're sayin' is; between a short black bloke and a tall white bloke.…”
“The black dude's gonna have the biggest!”
“Codswallop!”
“Face it; we're just blessed, bro! God's special favour to the Black man. Kinda compensation for the tricky hair!”
“It's a load of bollocks, mate - that's what it is! I still say, you can't ignore scale!”
“Five feet ten and you're gonna keep bringin' up scale with big ol' Charles? Hey, relax, Spike; it's a heap o' crap anyway.”
“And you state that with such supreme bloody confidence because....?”
“Dude; if I were to scale, I'd be over EIGHT feet tall!”
“Smug bastard...... “
Chocofrolicks
“There's only one problem with chocolate body paint, Charles.”
“Agggh! Man, get a licence for that tongue! What, then?”
"It's the colour.”
“What's wrong with the colour, dude? It's the same colour as my damn pretty skin!”
“My point precisely.”
“So, you'd rather be painting someone pale and interestin'? Spike, for example?”
“Heaven forfend! No; romantic as candlelight is, I can't see which parts of you are painted and which parts are just, well, you.”
“And the solution, Einstein?”
“Well, I'll just have to lick you all over to make sure I don't miss any.... “
Someone’s Gotta Do It
Can’t ask your friends. Not for this. Cordy; a point blank “No.”. Plain, decent love and fury. Wes; craving any little crumb of you to keep him cold at night. Hell, no!.
We both know I ain’t your friend. I’m your soldier. Your believer. Lash raised up like some phoney beacon in my hired hand. Beating their screams from your throat. Momma, Pop, Alonna……. Freeing their blood in every drop I can make spit. From wounds that heal too damn quick to let me ever forget what you