Five 100 word drabbles that connect. They were written for prompts over at jl community fanfic100. They take place during Season Five of Ats. Enjoy.
Smell
He can't smell while he's in this state. The aromas go through him just like everything else and he can't grasp it. But he can remember the scents just like he can remember everything. He wonders if they've changed now.
Because he remembers the whiskey, the blood and pain.
The whiskey, he thinks, is likely to still be there. He's seen the bottle hidden in the lower desk drawer. But the blood and the pain? He hopes those are gone. And he aches for the day that he will be able to discover the finer things they've been replaced by.
Sound
The sound of Wesley's voice reminds him again of the whiskey taste. Because it's smooth and warm like whiskey. It floats through the air and it's something that he can grasp onto.
He keeps the sound of Wesley's voice close to him when he vanishes. He thinks that it is probably the only thing that brings him back time and again. Because he can always hear if nothing else. Sometimes things sound muffled but he can still hear them.
Wesley takes advantage of it and talks well into the nights. It helps him to remember that he is still there.
Touch
Warm fingers glide up the inside of his leg, fingernails scrapping and sending a shiver racing through him. He shudders when it's followed by a tongue lapping a wet trail along the path. Harsh panting fills the air and it tickles over his balls. He's aching for just a touch and he knows that it's coming. The wait for it is all part of the thrill.
He can picture it perfectly as Wesley's voice sets the images in his mind, so vivid that he can feel every word. It has him coming within minutes, as intense as if Wesley really were touching him.
Taste
There are so many delicacies in life that he wants back. His taste for human food has been muted for what seems like ever. But there are other things... Drop of blood on his tongue, perfect when it's the right type but that's another thing he hasn't had for far too long. Salty tang of sweat as he rasps his tongue over the hollow at Wesley's throat. Stronger taste as he swallows Wesley's cock down to the base.
The first thing he's going to do when – if – he gets himself corporeal is to hunt Wesley down and suck him dry.
Sight
One thing that's as keen as it's always been when all his other senses are failing him is sight. It's one thing he can be thankful for because he couldn't go a day without seeing Wesley smile at him. Being able to see that just once is all it takes to have him knowing that he can get through another day. Seeing that just once gives him the confidence to know that Wesley will do everything he can to help.
Just to see that Wesley is staying by his side is enough to keep him going until he gets everything back.