Headers in Red denote Works in Progress

THE PIER
by Sangue
NC-17

"His eyes rake Connor's wrists as they deftly work the cotton candy round the drum. He notes the veins pronounced against skin which drank in less sun; it is like cleavage to a breast man, Spike thinks wonderingly, as ever flummoxed by the strange details that turn him on."

REFLECTIONS
by Sangue
NC-17

Now he wonders what particular quirk this vampire has that he’s making such a game of it.  Maybe he was a perv before he was turned. Maybe he liked to be let in, make friends – then move in for the kill. Sick bastard! The need to hunt and kill Connor could understand - vamps needed to eat – but these fuckers, the ones who make a long drawn out game of it – these were the ones he hated with a side-order of bile in his mouth. And it always seemed to be the old ones.

 

 

 

 

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