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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: R
Pairing: Spike/Vicious
Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop's too cool to be mine.
Notes: For dementedsiren as part of drabble-request time.
Summary: Where they were before they rose.
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Spike's hand hurts. That last one had had some skill, ducking so Spike's fist had burst knuckles on concrete, and now the blood's dried hard, crusts like little razors standing out from his skin.
"Gonna cut me?" Vicious laughs, fight-fever wiping away his usual frost. He's pressed into Spike, coy and yielding and demanding, and he bends his head to Spike's hand. Slices his tongue open on the wounds, and all the words bleed away.
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