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Spander fic: Want, Take, Have (11/?)

Title : Want Take Have (11/?)
Author: Dea Brynhild Ensomhet Spikess
Timeline: AU, with bits of canon details to spice things up.
Rating: PG-13, for stripping and bad language. I'm never going to get the soap out of my mouth...
Pairing: S/X, F/B, O/L, O/S, L/B, and perhaps a few others...
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Buffy or Angel cast/crew/characters/plotlines/etc.
Thanks to: Everybody who's still reading and commenting. I’m working on this whole slow-writing thing, trying to speed up.
Feedback: is like dollar bills in a stripper's thong. Very much wanted!
Author's note: Unbetaed, as always, although I'm in the market for a beta. Interested applicants, please let me know in comments! Point out mistakes and plot errors and I'll fix 'em.
Author's note, take two: At work we have a new flavor shot available: Holiday Spice. I tried it, 'cause I know the customers are going to want to know what it's like, and I think it tastes vaguely like watery eggnog with a bit too much nutmeg. And now I want Christmas and New Year's to be here so I can have fruitcake and eggnog...

Previous parts are located here.

Previously: This was occasionally a dangerous area to walk around in at night, and as if to prove it, Xander felt a presence step out of the shadows and walk behind him. Before Xander could turn around or grab his weapon, there was a hand on his shoulder and a knife at his throat. He froze, stumbling forward as his attacker nudged him into a dark alley. A sharp tug on his shoulder and Xander stilled again, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the blade as he swallowed hard.

"Alexander Harris," his attacker said with dark amusement in his voice, "I thought I told you never to come around here again." The blade pressed harder against his throat, not yet breaking skin but ready to slice open his larynx if Xander so much as blinked wrong. "Some people just have to tempt fate."

The attacker leaned close and his warm breath tickled Xander's ear, a startling contrast to the cold, sharp metal and the cold, dangerous voice. "Wanna play?"


~*~

(*singing* I grabbed an old stiletto, started stabbing in the dark. I can't live without it, I would surely fall apart...)
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