cheesygirl

Written for open_on_sunday's "Insomnia" challenge. Lilah/Wes implied, post-"Apocalypse Nowish". Rating: Mature.

( Unreasonable Facsimile )

What the world needs is more Wesley/Dawn pr0n. Here's some, and it's library pr0n to boot! Rated NC-17, almost 600 words, unbetaed. No library furniture was harmed in the writing of this fic.
( Study break )

glimmergirl wanted Giles/Wesley and a park. 100 words, rated PG.

Giles brushed the vamp dust from his clothes.

“Did you get him?” Wesley asked as he ran to his side.

Giles nodded. “What about yours?”

“Yes. I think we’ve finally cleared the last of them from this park.”

Giles grinned wickedly and swiftly pressed Wesley against a nearby stone wall.

Wesley gasped. “Rupert! What are you doing?” he asked in mock dismay before eagerly wrapping his arms around his lover.

“What lovers do in dark, deserted parks when no one is around to see.” Giles whispered as he nibbled on Wesley’s collarbone.

Wesley murmured approvingly. “I do love my job.”

bethynyc asked for Ten/Wesley and bed. 300 words, mildly M for manipulation of manly bits. ;)

( Ten/Wesley ficlet )

Written for open_on_sunday's Recipe/Ingredient challenge. Between Season 1 and 2 of AtS, rated G.


There was a horrid burning smell coming from Cordelia’s apartment. Wesley rushed inside. “Cordelia! Are you ok—oh, no. Not again!”

He found her removing a pan of brownies from the oven.

“Sorry, Wes, but these brownies aren’t for you.”

Wesley’s eyes were watering from the odor. “Oh? How very disappointing. I was looking forward to the stomach cramps.”

Cordelia punched his arm. “They’re for Angel. I added a special ingredient.” She winked. “I think I’ll call them ‘bloodies’.”

Wesley paled as the full force of the fumes hit him and his stomach turned. “I think I’ll call an ambulance.”

With the challenge being "mouth/tongue" at open_on_sunday, I just had to write a crossover with the Tenth Doctor, a.k.a Mr. Oral Fixation. Wesley/Ten, AtS/Doctor Who crossover, rated PG.

Wesley was entranced by the Doctor’s tongue. It was as animated an appendage as his hands or arms. He tapped it behind his teeth when he concentrated deeply on a problem. It then curled when he came up with a solution. If he wasn’t satisfied with it, he would chew on his fingers as he continued to think, his tongue teasing at the tips.

The Doctor took out a pencil and licked the tip. Wesley moaned involuntarily at the sight.

“Something wrong, Wesley?” The Doctor asked.

“N-n-no.” Wesley swallowed. “Continue what you were doing.” He added under his breath, “Please.”

Part 2 of the Ten/Giles/Wesley fic. Rated PG-13. This bit's a little shorter than the last one. Still no smut, but lots of talking. They won't shut up. ;)
( Part 2/? )

Wesley/Angel sexy schmoopette based on my post about Alexis's untamed Season 3 locks. 100 words, soft (heh) R, AtS S3.


“Mmmm… that feels nice.” Wesley sighed as Angel stroked the back of his neck.

“It won’t go down.” Angel said.

Wesley chuckled and nudged Angel with his hip. “Love that vampire stamina.”

“What? No, I mean this lock of hair on the nape of your neck. No matter how many times I smooth it down… there! It springs right back up again.”

Wesley leaned into Angel’s hand as he continued to stroke his neck. “All part of my ingenious plan to keep your hands on me, that’s all.”

Angel moved his other hand to Wesley’s groin. “Looks like it’s working.”

One more drabble, this one for bethynyc, who asked for Giles/Wesley and How to Comfort a Watcher.  I hope this satisfies!

Written for the "tears" challenge at slashthedrabble. AtS/Doctor Who crossover, Wesley/Jack Harkness, rated R, 200 words.

( Bedfellows )