Notes: Written for Slash the Drabble on livejournal. (prompt #187: Strip)
This is unbetaed, feel free to critique.
He has spent a lot of nights on display, thrust forward to perform for various beasts lurking in the area beyond the lights. He hates it. Every moment knowing that some slobbering beast could come for him, rend him, take bits of him away and never return them.
But this is his choice. This creature does not slobber, but saunters. Does not destroy, but holds tight, and yanks forward soft gasps and long moans from deep within. For once, glowing underneath the moonlight, Xander wants attention from a monster, one of the soulless he has despised. And he loves it.