I'm PMSy and a little depressed from it and so I wrote a little ficlet. Just one of many ideas that's been in my head for a long time. It's Xander/Oz related to
Shame. Warning -- not a happy ficlet.
"Just one more."
"Xan--"
"Come on, man. It's early."
"It's 12:30."
"See? They don't close until two."
"Xander--"
"Jesus, Oz. You're not my girlfriend or my mother." He leaned over the bar and jerked his head. "Jack and Coke."
"I'm leaving." Oz hopped off his stool and started to move away when Xander's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, squeezing tight.
"Give me a minute," he ground out before downing his drink. He slammed the empty glass on the bar. Oz pulled away and Xander yanked him back. "I said give me a fucking minute."
Oz swallowed and nodded. He waited while Xander paid the tab then caught him when he slid off the barstool and lost his balance.
"Let's get you home," Oz whispered.
"Yeah," Xander let Oz guide him to the door. As they slipped out the door he leaned in to Oz and said, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard when we get home. You like that?"
"Yeah," Oz nodded. It was easy enough to agree. Xander would pass out as soon as he hit the bed.