Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Drabble Equations ❯ wet ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: frk_werewolf 
for livejournal's slashthedrabble prompt #30: Wet.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 380 | Visits: 206 | Status: Completed
for livejournal's slashthedrabble prompt #30: Wet.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 380 | Visits: 206 | Status: Completed
You’re Wet - Farfarello/Nagi
“It’s wet.” Nagi looked up from his spot by the door. An amber eye glanced his way, before returning to the liquid in his hands.
“It’s blood.” Nagi stated.
“Hmm.” Farfarello casually slipped his finger into the dead man’s wound. “It reminds me of-”
“Don’t say it.” Nagi ordered.
“But you are.” Farfarello looked at him once more, before licking his knife clean. There was a pause. Nagi could feel that amber eye watching him and knew the psychopath was about to speak. “You‘re very wet on the inside.”
“Aren’t we all?” Nagi asked.
“Perhaps. But you’re wetness is… Tasty.”
Fun - Farfarello/Schuldig
Drip. Drip. Drip. Farfarello watched the blood, following each drop as it fell to the floor. Behind him, he could hear the last struggle die. Literally.
“Having fun?” Schuldig asked.
“She died… Quickly.” Farfarello commented. His blade pulled out of the body with a ‘squelch’.
“Pity.” Schuldig grinned, trailing a finger down Farfarello’s bloodied back.
“Yes.” Farfarello agreed, leaning against Schuldig. “We could have had fun.”
“We can still have fun.” Schuldig murmured in the psychopath’s ear.
“Wet and sticky fun.” Farfarello smirked.
“The best kind.” Schuldig said, shuddering as Farfarello’s tongue licked a drop of blood off his cheek.
Vampire - Farfarello/Spike (from btvs)
“Ever thought of being a vampire?” Spike asked the Irishman, watching as he brought another pain filled moan out of his captive.
“Vampire.” The Irishman tilted his head, a single gold eye glancing at him. “There is no purpose in that.”
“Get to live forever.” Spike shrugged.
“Off blood.”
“Yeah.” Spike slinked over to the murderer and rested his chin on the Irishman’s shoulder. He blinked when something red splattered across his face. “Wet. Sticky. Yummy blood.”
“I like blood.” The amber eye glanced back at him.
“What’s your name?” Spike asked, his hands slighting against blood covered skin.
“Farfarello.”
“It’s wet.” Nagi looked up from his spot by the door. An amber eye glanced his way, before returning to the liquid in his hands.
“It’s blood.” Nagi stated.
“Hmm.” Farfarello casually slipped his finger into the dead man’s wound. “It reminds me of-”
“Don’t say it.” Nagi ordered.
“But you are.” Farfarello looked at him once more, before licking his knife clean. There was a pause. Nagi could feel that amber eye watching him and knew the psychopath was about to speak. “You‘re very wet on the inside.”
“Aren’t we all?” Nagi asked.
“Perhaps. But you’re wetness is… Tasty.”
Fun - Farfarello/Schuldig
Drip. Drip. Drip. Farfarello watched the blood, following each drop as it fell to the floor. Behind him, he could hear the last struggle die. Literally.
“Having fun?” Schuldig asked.
“She died… Quickly.” Farfarello commented. His blade pulled out of the body with a ‘squelch’.
“Pity.” Schuldig grinned, trailing a finger down Farfarello’s bloodied back.
“Yes.” Farfarello agreed, leaning against Schuldig. “We could have had fun.”
“We can still have fun.” Schuldig murmured in the psychopath’s ear.
“Wet and sticky fun.” Farfarello smirked.
“The best kind.” Schuldig said, shuddering as Farfarello’s tongue licked a drop of blood off his cheek.
Vampire - Farfarello/Spike (from btvs)
“Ever thought of being a vampire?” Spike asked the Irishman, watching as he brought another pain filled moan out of his captive.
“Vampire.” The Irishman tilted his head, a single gold eye glancing at him. “There is no purpose in that.”
“Get to live forever.” Spike shrugged.
“Off blood.”
“Yeah.” Spike slinked over to the murderer and rested his chin on the Irishman’s shoulder. He blinked when something red splattered across his face. “Wet. Sticky. Yummy blood.”
“I like blood.” The amber eye glanced back at him.
“What’s your name?” Spike asked, his hands slighting against blood covered skin.
“Farfarello.”