I Blame the Dutch (mpoetess) wrote,
I Blame the Dutch

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*is dead*

"You're scaring me, Spike!" Xander said breathily, his eyes as wide as moon pies shining pure light to illuminate the dim, dank basement room they were currently occupying as roommates for eight and a half-years running. "And yet, amidst the fear, the sadness, the boredom, and yes, the slight thirst that I'm feeling, I also am feeling the stirrings of *desire*."

Ministrations, a Spike/Xander (and Jim/Blair) badfic by entrenous88 and misanthrope7842.

*is dead again*

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