Fandom: Torchwood
Warning: Slash
Note: Written for the slashthedrabble challenge #210 Face.
My Face:
"Hey!" Spike hollered. Finally catching the other man's attention he stalked forward as he accused, "You stole my face!"
"Captain John Hart," the man introduced.
"Spike," he responded, tilting his head, "Hey, what kind of demon are you? You smell human, but not…"
"Demon? I'm not a demon," John responded as he lazily looked Spike up and down, noticing similarities and subtle differences. Then he grinned, "Look, I'm here to drop in on a friend."
John's grin suggested he wasn't just dropping in for a visit, but trouble. Spike smirked, he liked trouble.
"What are you?" John asked, closing the distance between them, "Can't be a past version of me, only come here to be a thorn in Harkness' side."
Spike wet his lips, the frowned, "Please don't tell me I follow in Angel's footsteps further. I don't want to have spawn running around."
"Can you have kids?"
"I'm a vampire!"
"Vampire?"
"See no pulse," Spike proved as he guided John's hand to his wrist.
John eyes lit up, "Never done that before."
He pulled Spike into a kiss. Spike growled and pulled him closer. If John kept kissing him like that then he could keep sharing his face.
