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Fruity types	By : semisweetandnuts Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 1500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A man in a long, black leather coat was running through a city of identical brick houses in straight lines, sirens wailing in the background. The snow on the ground and on the roofs of the dark buildings in the dusk made the picture seem almost monochrome. The running man reached a huge iron gate in front of an absurdly huge factory, chimneys disappearing in the hazy, snowy air, and with supernatural strength he climbed the gate and landed on the other side of it, seemingly unaffected by the fall.
“I think I lost them...” he muttered and proceeded to search for an entrance in the fort-like building. It was well enclosed, but since he climbed better than any living man he managed to find an air duct several feet above the ground to break in through. Following the unmistakable scent of human blood he crept through dark tunnels and hallways and up stairs, ending up in a luxurious suite.
“I’ll be darned...” he whispered under his breath at the unexpected sight of living quarters in a factory, and extravagant living quarters at that. He sneaked soundlessly into the bedroom and approached the four-poster bed, certain his next victim would await there. Willy was not sound asleep in his bed though, he was sitting in a huge armchair in the half-light by the fire in his study, and he caught the movement of the vampire in the bedroom in the corner of his eye and turned his head. When he saw the intruder he screamed like the last girl in a slasher movie and stood up with his hands sort of grasping his throat in a dramatic pose.
“Quite the drama queen, aren’t we?” the vampire said sarcastically, “Well, the moment calls for it.” And with his forehead wrinkled and his fangs bared he leapt at Willy, who was, however, surprisingly fast and managed to get the chair between him and the intruder.
“I advise you not to try that again,” he said with his index finger warningly raised, but his voice trembled, “Or I will cut you in half like I did with that wicked whangdoodle.”
“Oh yeah?” the vampire said, scoffing at the unlikely rubber gloves the man was wearing and rolling his eyes, “With what?”
Willy was dumbfounded.
“Aw don’t be sorry you forgot to put on your sword this morning, luv,” the vampire went on, “Unless you intended for one of the halves to consist of my head it wouldn’t have helped anyway”
Willy looked around quickly to make sure there were no witnesses: “Please don’t eat me. You can eat as many Oompa-Loompas as you like. They’re very... juicy.” He smiled hopefully.
The vampire made a parody of considering the offer: “Um, no. I’m set on you. Dinner’s late already and you look juicy enough, although one could think you’d been drained already with that complexion. You don’t go out much, do you?”
“As a matter of fact, no,” Willy replied irritably, “I don’t have time, I have a factory to look after, unlike some petty criminals trying to act tough. I am a far too important person to be eaten by a vampire on the height of my career.”
“Well, bad for you.” said vampire responded sarcastically, “It’s not like I specifically want to eat you. I don’t even fancy you, you know.”
“Oh really? Well I don’t fancy you either! You’re rude and have no taste.” Willy snorted.
“Said the man who look more metrosexual than David bleeding Bowie.”
“At least I don’t misuse peroxide.”
“Oh yeah? Where did you get the idea for your haircut anyway? 17th century bloody tapestries? It was out of style before I was even born.”
“I like my haircut. It frames my face.” Willy glanced at Spike, hurt, “At least I don’t look like David Hasselhoff.”
“David who? I’ll bite you for David Hasselhoff!”
With a frown and a growl Spike leapt over the armchair, pushed Willy against the wall and made to bite his neck. Willy panted and stared wide-eyed at Spike as he stopped in his tracks to look perplexed.
“They did get that bleeding chip out of my head. I’m certain of it.” Spike muttered under his breath, “And yet I can’t...”
Willy didn’t listen and wouldn’t have understood anyway. He was caught by a strange sensation as the vampire’s cold body squeezed his against the wall. He felt something shifting in his pants.
And then there was this... bulge the other man pressed against that spot. Willy drew his breath afraid and fascinated. The strangest thing was, he was almost certain he was not afraid the vampire would bite him as he had threatened to do. And it was not the massive dose of physical contact with an unpleasant stranger either. No. It was something else entirely.
Spike was equally confused. Well, at least almost equally. He knew what it was all about alright. He just didn’t understand himself at all. A man? A ridiculous childlike man with a high-pitched voice and a silly top hat? Come on! A spell, surely. But the man did remind him a bit about Dru. That bitch.
Before he could stop himself he had forced his tongue in between Willy’s lips. Willy didn’t seem to mind, but responded to the fierce kisses. Spike couldn’t stand another second of it but hastily unbuttoned his pants and forced Willy’s head down. Willy obeyed with anxious curiosity.
Spike closed his eyes with his fingers dug into Willy’s shiny, chocolate coloured hair and moaned: “You’re good at sucking.”
The task completed, Willy ran his tongue over his impeccable teeth and said: “Why, thank you. I am a candy professional after all.”
Spike countered: "Being a professional bloodsucker I'm pretty decent at sucking too. Now let’s see if there are human substances even more nourishing than blood...”

Afterwards, they were laying breathless on Willy’s polar bear skin by the fire.
“I could bite you and still let you live, you know,” Spike said, “I could make you a vampire and you could live forever and never grow old.” He gave Willy a come-on look, "I’m getting hungrier as I talk, the mere thought of blood stains on this white fur is driving me mad”
“I know.” Willy looked desperate, as if fighting internally, “But then I too would have to drink... blood. Ew.”
“Sissy.”
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