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First, the good things:

A short story, The Haunted Author

A good, uplifting news article on gender equality

Some disturbing but interesting images, Fallen Princesses

Yes, I opted out on the LJ linking thing. Let me know if there's any news on that.

Fiction:

The Art Of Seduction, Giles/Ethan

Suns And Guns, Spike, Wesley

Under The Unblinking Sun, Highlander, Horsemen

And a tiny SV drabble which Tastes Like Old Times, for a nostalgic chat.

The last proper fic I posted before this batch, not including Highlander drabbles and dribbles, was on March 22nd, 2009, it seems. It was Violet Sundown, a Giles/Ethan/Xander pwp.




( And now to the depressing, personal stuff. )

Title: Man On A Mission
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Wes/Fred, Fred/Faith mentioned; Wesley/Faith/Fred in a way
Prompt: moon, from oxoniensis' Porn Battle V


( Faith is so different from Fred, Wesley thinks... )

Title: Five creatures that may or may not have plagued Wesley's dreams
Fandom: Angel
Character: Wesley
Type: angst; gen, mention of het


( Five drabbles )

Title: Ways of the Flesh
Fandoms: AtS
Pairing: Wesley/Illyria
Warning: het
Prompt: off panpolyboygirl's generator, "Hard and fast, in the dark"




Hard and fast, in the dark, and he hated himself afterwards. At least he didn't have to see her face.

"I can see you," she says, an answer to his wordlessness, "in this darkness that limits only humans."

Wesley closes his eyes and licks the sweat from his upper lip.

"You're limp," she says, "spent."

"Yes."

She's silent and he can hear her breathing. He doesn't expect it and so her hand is a shock when it cradles him softly, curiously. "It was so different, before."

"I was turned on." He stares blindly at the ceiling.

"And now you're not." A statement, not a question. Her hair drags over him when she returns to lie by his side. Wesley shivers.

He dozes off and wakes from a fitful slumber when her question penetrates his foggy, sleeping mind.

"When will it be hard for me again?"

She doesn't need it; he has no idea what she finds in it. He enjoys it, in some visceral, empty way that never makes it any higher than his waist, and though it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, he brings himself to it again and again.

"Tomorrow," he says tiredly. "Tomorrow, Illyria."


[end]

Title: Kink # Biting
Fandom: Angel, Buffy
Pairing: Wesley/Lindsey
Note: inspired by 50kinkyways


( KINK )