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Headers in Red denote Works in Progress |
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100
THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE |
Xander’s facing the elevator, and Spike stepping out of it. |
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THE
104th USE FOR TINSEL |
The thing looked like an evil elf that had escaped Santa's sweat shop- er, work shop. A GAY evil elf, if his choice in clothing colors was anything to go by. Instead of the traditional red, green and white it was wearing hot pink, lavender and pale orange. Maybe it was just colorblind. |
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11.16.2004 |
“A date? We’re going on a date?” Familiar bluster. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?” “Um… no?” “Good.” “In fact, if you release my arm, I promise to come willingly.” Spike lets go and keeps walking. Xander is practically jogging to keep up. “Really? A date?” |
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12
DAYS |
Still holding Xander, Spike pulled them away from the tree so he could get a better view. Looking closely, he saw among the traditional ornaments, a few non-traditional additions. When his eyes reach the top he laughed. The angel was the Loony Tunes Tasmanian Devil dressed in an angel's white gown wearing his leather jacket, topped with a slightly crooked halo. |
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THE
2005 SPANDER
CHRISTMAS ALBUM |
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THE
2008 SPANDER
ILLUMINATIONS |
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29
LINEAR MOVES |
He’s gone and I’m an ass. His eyes, oh God, his eyes. Pain renewed, narrowed and focused and shot at me for a tiny second before it was shuttered away inside. Some of it must have hit me, because I can feel it burrowing into my chest and constricting my ribs. I suck in a breath and let it out with a noise halfway between a grunt and a sigh. |
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49
CIRCULAR MOVES |
He’s still there when I wake up. He’s dead to the world, slack in sleep. He looks young and perfect. My hand is on his hip, and he makes a small noise when I remove it. I look down the taut line of his spine and smile, remembering. |
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A
CHRISTMAS CLAIM |
Xander really hated Christmas, what was so fucking jolly about it? Feeling more dejected than ever he didn't notice the vampire that came up behind him until he it was too late and he was being pulled tightly against a hard, cool body. "Looks like I get to claim a present at Christmas," A cool voice said in his ear as he lost consciousness. |
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A CHRISTMAS
WISH WITH A TWIST |
Gather around children and I will tell you a story about a very special Christmas wish... |
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A
SPANDER
CHRISTMAS STOCKING |
Christmas 2006 collection from the writers at Excessant. |
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A
WOODED FUTURE |
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AFTER
THE FALL |
There was almost no muscle left on the vampire. Old bruises remained and cuts had become gaping holes. Xander opened his wrist again, he wished for his friend to drain him. It was only a matter of time before he died. In the arms of a friend seemed preferable. An unwilling tongue eventually complied lapping quietly before the softly spoken “Reckon I owe you one Pet” |
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A
LITTLE BIT OF LOSS IS ALL IT IS |
The harsh panting of the demon that held him aloft blew across
his face in counterpoint to his own wheezing. Eyes of an alien shade dissected
him coldly as he hung. His lungs hurt and his arms were on fire. He’d be
screaming if he could have got enough air. WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH |
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A
LITTLE PORN |
Xander wasn't sure how he felt about this situation. On the one hand, he was extremely horny, on the other, this was Spike! Okay, so it wasn't as if they were actually touching each other, but they were touching themselves, while sitting next to each other. Didn't that count? |
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A
MAN'S WORTH |
Speaking of the vamp, I'm really glad he
came along. Never gonna admit that to
anyone, but I really didn't want to go demon hunting alone. Having a vampire along helps. Even if he doesn't give a damn about what
happens to me, it's still nice to know I'm not alone. |
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A
PLACE CALLED HOME |
He'd driven past The House again that day, the cozy little cottage fixer-upper he'd been stalking for the past few months, and now looking at the paint samples, he was mentally painting every room in the house. He shouldn't, it was just a hopeless little pipe-dream, but he was getting pretty good at wishing for things he couldn't have. |
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A
QUIET EVENING. |
It wasn’t long before he was relishing another sensation – Spike’s hand gently stroking his leg. The touch was light, barely registering, and completely captivating. Xander closed his eyes, lost in the sensations that wonderful, maddening hand was creating. |
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A
TIGHT HOLD |
The last cut stung, and Spike fisted his fingers, running a tip across the open skin, feeling the sand rub further into his flesh. Blue magic sand. Smelt like gunpowder, itched like mad, made the cuts stay, said a trader in the South, and who’s Spike to disbelieve him when the knife he’d also traded Spike kept the pain nice and sharp and real? So far the sand held up to the boasts, and the cuts were healing slowly with blue fire lines on his palm to stay. Slashes across the life line and into the heart line. |
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A
YEAR IN THE LIFE |
No matter how hard
Xander thought about his first year with Spike, he couldn't really say for sure
when the whole thing had started. It
wasn't the day Spike moved in with him.
They'd barely even been friends then.
It wasn't the night they'd first gotten drunk together and passed out on
the living room floor. And it definitely
wasn't the first morning they'd woken up in the same bed together, either. |
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ATTIC |
Xander turns his head slightly, and the blue eyes are there, and he thinks of the word he was looking for before - it’s ‘compassion’ - just before cool lips ghost over the back of his neck and the word in his mind morphs and changes and becomes ‘passion’. |
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THE
BEACH TRIAD |
"But just think of it... you'll be so hot by the time we get to the ice cream shop, and the ice cream will seem so cool, and sweet, sliding over your tongue and down your throat..." |
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BEGGARS
CAN'T BE CHOOSERS |
Xander stood in the kitchen, lost in thought. He remembered the helplessness of being possessed by the hyena. Feeling her power wash over him; trying to stop himself from attacking Buffy but being unable to do anything but watch. Feeling responsible for actions out of his control; for not being able to stop himself. What would a hundred and twenty odd years of that be like, he wondered. The boy resolved to give Spike a chance to become more than an enemy. |
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BEGINNINGS |
Xander needed no further encouragement. As if he knew what he was doing, he pressed in. Spike opened for him and stretched around him, holding him tightly, and Xander knew he’d been here before. The thought that he had fucked Spike, already been inside him like this, ignited a passion Xander was unaware he was capable of. |
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BELONGING |
"Do you...I thought you
hated me," he said, his voice small.
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THE
BET |
"Oh, fuck, it figures." Xander muttered under his breath. |
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BIDING
IN AFRICA AND L.A. |
Spike had loved it in the world, loved the passion, the dirty, the clean, the fun, the life that eluded him because of his dead status. And now he was gone, and Xander finally got it, finally understood. And he missed the vampire with every fiber of his being. |
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THE
BIRTHDAY
PARTY |
The idea had started niggling at him when he caught an almost wistful expression flash across Spike’s face at Dawn’s birthday party. It was gone almost immediately, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. |
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BIRTHDAY
WISHES |
Xander wondered why he was so surprised at waking up to find himself in bondage. Having a master vampire as a lover was guaranteed to add a little spice to what passed for ‘normal’, living over the Hellmouth. Not that he was going to let Spike get away with this without a nominal show of resistance – where would the fun be in that? |
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BLISS
TOOK HOLD |
They were out of the dump by now, and Spike eased Xander against the fence, but the whelp didn’t let go of his duster, and Spike was pulled with him. They ended up with Xander’s back to the creaky boards with Spike’s torso pressed to his and his arm wrapped around the vamp in a death grip. Smirk playing on his lips, Spike thought he knew how to rattle this one’s cage. He ground his hips against the boy’s, savoring the human’s gasp and shutter. |
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BLOOD
AND CHOCOLATE |
"It's just that you can carry a theme too far," Xander said
patiently, gesturing at the voodoo doll, transfixed by a number of long pins,
perched jauntily atop the Christmas tree. |
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BLOOD ON
A SUNDIAL |
"Yes. Something like that." Xander snapped. "Just... No! That's it! I can't cope with this. My head aches and I'm uncomfortable. And I've been kidnapped. Again. And..." He trailed off and Spike, for once, didn't push it. |
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BOOKENDS |
Okay, the draw had been rigged: although numbers dictated they had to include the vampire, no-one else was dumb enough to get landed with his snarky, inflexible, non-cooperative self. But Xander would be damned if he was going to let that ruin his night. He would have to be agreeable and flexible and cooperative enough for the two of them, and then… Well, the embarrassing the hell out of Spike factor would kick in and that was as close to fun as human and vamp were likely to get. |
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BOOTSTRAPS |
Xander’s
won the bet. He peers down at his open jeans, vaguely uncomfortable |
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CANDY
PERFUME BOYS |
Xander pulled back from the vampire who was now oozing more sex at him than he had ever had focused on him. Not even his girlfriend Anya had so totally, psychically undressed him and done naughty things. |
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CELEBRATION |
"What, exactly, did you lose?" |
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CHANGES |
Spike reached out and pushed a lock of hair off Xander's face - tucked
it behind his ear, and Xander thought of Drusilla, and how careful Spike's
fingers were being; that they were trembling, and that Xander was. |
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CHANGING
TOMORROW |
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CHANNELS |
This starts approximately one year after the end of BtVS. Ethan casts
a mysterious spell. Xander starts to channel Spike. Wackiness ensues. |
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CHARMED |
Buffy turned quickly to
look at the dance floor. "Where’d his hand go?" she asked. "Do you see Xander’s
hand?" |
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CHILDE
OF MY HEART |
“Good?” Xander asked, hoarse. |
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It’s hot outside. He opens the blinds from the protective shelter of the doorway and lets the sun shine in on the sofa. After a few hours he closes them again and hurries to fall and stretch his body out on the sun-warmed fabric – more like a cat than he’d ever admit. He misses the smell of sunshine. Luckily, Xander brings that home with him. |
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COMING
HOME |
He took the bottle of Jim Beam and poured himself a drink - nowadays he even used a tumbler - and not for the first time cursed his existence as a vampire. Immortality lost its glamour after losing one friend too many... |
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COUNTING
THE WAYS |
"The thing of it is vampires are compulsive counters. It’s not our only compulsive behavior, but it’s by far one of our most debilitating. It takes 252 licks to get to the center of a tootsie pop. It takes 50 licks before Xan gets frustrated with my teasing and then it takes only one swallow around his hard length before he loses all control." |
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CRUSH |
That was Xander's first really good look at the guy. Vamp! He was definitely a vamp. Not that that was the first thing Xander noticed. Nope. The first thing Xander noticed were the cheekbones. Too busy staring at those damn sexy cheekbones to worry about his fangs. And then his eyes swept lower... |
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DANCE |
His hips started their meandering journey, finding no destination as they circled and slipped from side to side. His thighs followed, synching and finding the steady rhythm of the music. His feet tapped and toed the gritty hard wood beneath them even as his chest and arms found their own place in the flow of things. Slow tilt of the head rolling and snapping in time and in pace with the delicious melody that spun like silk from the magic man’s vinyl. |
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DICTAPHONIC
RAMBLINGS |
What I’m trying to say is that when I tell you I was thirsty it just doesn’t cut it. Thirsty is taking a fancy to a nice cool beer at the end of the day, or needing a soda to clear the taste of vamp and fear from the back of my throat at the end of patrol. Thirsty as a word or a description doesn’t touch the bone deep need that drove me to drinking my own urine after four days of walking lost through African scrub at the edge of the dessert. |
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DOGS
OF WAR |
Xander had never been this scared. Even the night Buffy had died fighting the Master he'd had an idea in the back of his mind that everything was going to be okay. And it had been. But this - this was all wrong - this was all horrible. He crouched in the far corner of Spike's crypt, listening to helicopters chatter overhead and trucks rumble up and down the roads; to gunfire, and screams, and shouted orders. The Initiative - had made its move. And Sunnydale was now under Martial law. |
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DOING
CHRISTMAS |
“That red nose on Rudolph doesn’t look too stable.” |
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DRENCHED |
Water ran down his face, leaving his spikey hair plastered to his face, clothes soaked, clinging to every dip and hollow of his muscled frame, blue eyes glowing hot in the darkened night. Need coursed through his body, making it throb with longing, longing to possess the wicked creature writhing on the ground before him. |
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ELEVEN
TWENTY THREE O FIVE |
It was insane! Of all the Scoobies, he was the one they had picked up, and it looked well and truly like he might even get a jail term… OK Faith got life… but…. He couldn’t go to jail… surely??… He was simply doing his job! But it wasn’t …. Sunnydale, it was Cleveland where they noticed things like folks with axes! |
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EVER
YOURS |
Without really realizing it, Xander traces the curve of the young man’s back with one finger. ‘Oh wow…so….’ He snatches his finger back from the page and Xander is suddenly aware (as a slow wash of shock and horror starts at his toes and rolls up to his chest and clenches there) he is deeply and profoundly turned on. |
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FIFTY
BUCKS |
"You're
bleeding," he says, and Xander snarls at him. |
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FIGURE |
Spike pushes him into a wall, just around the
corner from the club door. Brick wall
still breathing out the last vestiges of heat from the long, hot day and Xander
just sprawls there, gasping a little, as Spike starts working on his
t-shirt. Spike's own shirt - thin black
silk - is unbuttoned all the way and hanging off his shoulders like some kind
of fucking Playgirl photo and Xander
loves the ink-black silk on the bone-white skin. |
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FIVE
RINGS |
Xander hardly caught the words but couldn’t miss the tone, and wondered at his own stupidity as his pool partner flashed him a pained look. Playing Confessions 101 with a hundred and twenty something, ensouled vampire might not prove the most jovial accompaniment to a pool game. |
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FULFILLING
A FANTASY |
And now Spike’s hands are moving rapidly, but Spike barely notices because the free part of his will is focused entirely on the blood flowing to his crotch at Xander’s tone. Buggering hell, he cannot—will not—let the boy think that he gets off on being dominated. He’s the Big Bad, for Christ’s sake. The Big Bad who is currently scurrying—scurrying, damn it—into the living room to deliver lunch to Xander Harris. |
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GEORGE |
“No! No, I’m not okay!” Whoever said preppy jocks were the staid type never met Brian. He whined more than Buffy did on her bitchy days. Hell, he whined more than Xander did, and that was just not fair! “Your fucking cat hates me, Alex.” |
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GOING
UP |
Spike noticed
that, joking aside, it was taking a lot of effort for Xander to hold his head up
- a sign the pain must be increasing. The smell of sweat and pain meds got stronger.
He ground out the cigarette and ignored Xander’s grimace. |
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HAIR
LIKE CHINESE SILK |
Xander’s fingers made
swirls, dips and figure eights on the skin of the smooth white back spread out
before him. |
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HELLO |
Memories swarming inside his head now, like a plague of locusts, calling forth all the bad things he'd done, all the evil things he'd done to the boy in his youth... but he was no longer a boy... he was a man... and maybe the truth would change the man's mind. |
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HOLIDAY
BEGINNINGS |
“Xander.”
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HOME
FOR CHRISTMAS |
"I mean I had planned to buy him a puppy this year,
something he could lavish his affection on, Willow was doing research, told me
about this cross-breed they’ve recently introduced. But of course now he has
something much much better than a puggle, he has his very own fallen hero..." |
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HOME
IMPROVEMENTS |
"Spike, I build
things all day. You know, with wood and nails. Like Ty, only with a bigger
budget and a longer timeframe. That's my job. The last thing I want to do is
come home and have to rip up carpet and punch holes in the wall because you
think that the living room is a bit dull." |
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HOT |
Xander stops in front of the door, savoring the moment. When he opens that door, the cool air will hit him. It will strike fast, the sudden rush like an exhalation. The tendrils of cold will wrap around him and draw him inside. It’s dark in there – the curtains are drawn, and it’s like a little cave. With cable. And a vampire. |
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HUNGER |
Spike’s attention focused on the face before him, and he found himself wishing that he didn’t need to see an emotion, a reaction, a smile: a smile would be good. Anything in the eyes, anything at all, even if it were hatred; he’d lived with the hate in Xander’s eyes before and come through it, won him around, forced those eyes to reflect their camaraderie. Now those lovely eyes were vacant, and Spike wanted to put a smile on this face. |
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IN
A WHAT? |
Spike was fine. Really. It wasn’t like
he cared about decking the halls, or any of that. He had a bottle of Jack, some
turkey and potato Red had magicked over, and a nice litre of O-Pos. He could be
a lot worse off. |
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INTERLUDE |
Strong arms had wrapped around his waist, and warm lips nuzzled his neck. Xander caught him by surprise for once. He was so caught up in his musings he hadn't heard him come out. His lover took his hand and gently led him away. He looked up questioningly at him, wondering what he was up to this time. |
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IT'S
ALL BEEN DONE |
Willow gasped aloud at that and suddenly
realized that there could be only one plausible and fairly simple and not
terribly complex because that’s time consuming explanation. “It’s a spell. A goddamn, booger-ass spell.” |
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JUST
THE RIGHT WORDS |
He had been up writing all night, but by the time the sun had risen the only thing he had memorialized was how bad a poet he still was. Dozens of discarded verses littered the floor, and none of them came close to what he wanted to say to Xander. |
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KNOWING
STYLE |
“Taking a shower, you need in there first?” Xander shook his head. “Why don’t you lay down for a bit. Just mind the nails, right?” Brow furrowing with confusion, he just nodded. Then Spike was at his side and he had to look up to maintain eye contact. Cool hand on his jaw, thumb stroking his bottom lip. “Such potential. Let me show you, Xan. It’ll be good.” When Xander blinked Spike was gone, door to the bathroom closing with a loud click and he was left to ponder. |
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KNOWLEDGE |
“Xander, love, what the bloody hell are you doing?” Spike
asked, paralyzed for fear for the first time in nearly a century. |
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LAID
BARE |
Xander stopped in the middle of the stage and executed a slow shimmy. As one, the crowd realized what was going on, and went absolutely wild. Xander went hot with pleasure. He'd forgotten how good it felt, all that appreciation. His body was bringing back the moves he'd forgotten, and oh, yeah, he was gonna dance. |
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LEATHER
AND LACE |
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LETTERS |
Now - now he ached for any touch at all, and wandered the Wolfram and Hart building at all hours, hungrily watching the various humans and demons go about their work-a-day routines and wishing, desperately, for any tiny thing. A fight, even an argument. Something that said he was there, he was real, not just a remnant from the final battle, fading out even as he struggled for cohesion. |
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THE
LION IN WINTER |
He closed his eyes, just breathing, and then opened them again in shock as strong, fuzzy arms wrapped around him from behind. Spike and his cashmere sweater and his whiskey-smoke-clove scent and his lips, tender and cool on the back of Xander's neck. "Happy New Year, love," Spike whispered, and Xander smiled. |
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LIVING
ARRANGEMENTS |
I know they told me the name of this movie but I don't think I've seen more than ten minutes of it. All I can think about is Xander's thigh pressed tight against mine. The heat coming off his body in waves has warmed the entire right side of my body and I'm swimming in a cloud of need so thick I'm afraid to move. I'm afraid if I move I'll drag him to the bedroom, tie him down, strip him naked and taste every inch of that hot human warmth. |
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THE
LONG WAY ROUND |
Could be, he told himself
complacently, he’d just managed to take the long road ‘round to where he was
meant to end up. How the ‘ell could he
know what he - William - would have turned into, if events had taken a different
turn? |
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LOVE
POTION #00BB00 |
1:27 AM saw Xander sneaking from the Watcher House in East London.
Sticking to the shadows, he slinks to the end of the street, and slides into
the black shape idling on the side of the road. |
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LOYAL
AND GENTLE |
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MERRY
CHRISTMAS FROM THE FAMILY |
"So if this is a Fuck Off, why not just send dead rats on ice or something?" "Cause this is more fun." Xander replied in a 'you're pretty but not real bright' tone of voice. Spike just flicked up an eyebrow. "See, it's all about meaning," he gestured, "Subtext." Xander laid his hand on the farthest box. |
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MISCHIEVOUS |
Okay, that has been the last straw, there's only so much a demon can take. Xander bloody Harris has gone too far this time. For the past two nights Xander has been pushing my buttons to the point where I'm no longer sure if I want to throw the whelp down and beat the shit out of him or fuck the boy senseless. |
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MISSION
IMPLAUSIBLE |
"Oh...my...God!" They all heard a screech from the
training room. |
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NEWLY
FORMED FRIENDSHIPS |
He
must have fallen from the rafter when the flash of white had occurred.
He was on his back and felt heavy and uncoordinated, so took a moment
to reorientate himself. |
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NINE
LIVES |
Nine things that never happened to Spike and Xander. |
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NOBODY |
“What are you?” |
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NORMAL
AGAIN |
Buffy kicked up hard with both feet, and the demon staggered backwards, flailing, knocking into Xander who stumbled to one knee. He raised the pipe again and suddenly the demon lunged at him and he felt a sickening jolt of pain in his shoulder. He looked down to see a long, wicked spine stabbing into his arm, and he yelled and jerked away - saw Buffy grab the demon and send it hurtling into a parked car, smashing the window. And then... |
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NOTHING
IS
FOREVER |
It was
just his mind playing tricks, turning familiar shapes into faces, like seeing
the man in the moon or catching a glimpse of your grandfather walking down the
street two weeks after he had died. Although, in Sunnydale, that was entirely
possible. |
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NOTICE |
He knocks the demon back with a flurry of blows and suddenly it's up against part of the sub-station, crowded in between these huge conduits and a little trapped and Spike takes aim and hits it, right through the neck. And right into the conduit. In the nanoseconds before everything goes blindingly white and then black, Spike thinks that maybe that was a bad fuckin' idea. |
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NOT
JUST A SPELL |
Xander smiled softly at Spike’s exasperated tone, secure in the knowledge that what he had up his ‘stupid Hawaiian sleeve’ was something they would both enjoy. |
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OBSERVATIONS |
Spike reached out and rested his hand on Xander's head: slow caress, cupping his skull and stroking his hair down to the nape of his neck, repeating the gesture in long, soothing touches. Xander relaxed and Spike pulled his head down, petting gently. Xander rested his cheek on Spike's knee and blinked out towards the rest of the room. "Tell me what you see, Pet." |
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OFF
THE HOOK? |
As she reached the bottom few stairs, Buffy was abruptly brought up short by a sight so incongruous it stopped her cold in her tracks. It appeared that Xander had overpowered Spike in the fight and was now kneeling astride the vampire, with a weapon in his hand. There was no way this could be possible if Spike’s chip had stopped working. |
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ONE
HUNDRED MINUTES |
“One hundred...minutes. That’s like...a milestone, right?” Spike
asked between moans as Xander sucked and licked his fingers. |
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OPERATOR |
Xander had always been the one among them with no tolerance for vampires. They had hated each other. And hey, both guys. But apparently Xander had changed his mind. Both their minds. About a lot of things. |
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OUT
OF TOUCH |
It seemed a sensible question until Xander heard it aloud. But he’d been baked for ten hours on site and was feeling woozy from the sun, and how unreasonable was it to ask the dead – repeatedly dead – vampire waiting outside his front door if he were a ghost? |
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PLAYING
POOL |
With a fond smile she remembered the first time she had
seen them come into the Bronze together. |
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PREDICTIONS |
A series of vignette's about different relationships between Spike and Xander |
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REPOSSESSION |
Spike looked dead. Well, yes, okay,
technically he was dead, but he’d always been so vibrant a personality
that even in repose it was possible to see the spark of life in him. But now…now, he
looked…dead. “Hey, Spike,” he said softly,
stroking a hollow cheek. “What are you
even doing here?” The condition of his
clothes, the filth caked on the cosseted leather duster, became more pertinent
to Xander. “And where the hell have you
been?” |
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RELATING |
"So you're gonna take me out like I was a guide-dog in training so I can get to know the food as people, yeah?" |
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ROAD
TRIP |
The town of Fairclough was anything but fair. It had a run-down air, as if
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SACRIFICE |
You are putting this on,” Xander said, lifting one of two matching black and red Dracula capes, “and passing out candy. You can take out all of your ‘Halloween’s a soddin’ embarrassment to real demons’ frustration by growling and hissing at the kids. We’re going to watch scary movies, carve a pumpkin, drink beer, and then you’re going to screw me into the sofa cushions while just wearing this cape.” |
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SAFER
SEX |
Xander reached at first for the clear plastic wrap, then changed his mind and picked up the green. The vampire raised one eyebrow at him. Taking the dare, Xander looked straight into Spike's eyes. "It'll look the best against your skin." |
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SALVATION |
They sat in silence for a minute, each
sipping at their beers only as an afterthought.
Finally, Xander broke the silence between them. "So, you're not going to go away, are
you?" |
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SECRETS |
He put his lips to Xander's ear and whispered, "Do you want me to feed from you as I fuck you, Xander?" Xander gasped as the words sparked through him like an electric shock - those words has haunted him, teasing and taunting him in his dreams. He groaned, and admitted what he couldn't the first time Spike had asked. "Yes. Please." |
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SECRETS |
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SECURE |
“Because it’s a long weekend,” Spike replies, which really doesn’t answer my question at all, but the promise in his voice, the low, turn-around-and-face-the- wall-so-I-can-fuck-you tone, makes me shiver with lust. I’m about ready to turn around and face the wall. |
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SEEING
SPOTS |
The creature moved slowly and quietly, stalking her
prey. Although she was young, she had quickly mastered the skills she needed to
come upon her target unawares. Crouching down, focused intently on her goal,
body quivering with energy, she paused for a moment before leaping sky-high onto
her perch. |
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SEVEN
CHRISTMASES |
“Going
to London for the Holiday?” Spike leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, still
not looking at Xander. |
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SKINNY
DIPPED SEDUCTION |
Xander pushed the boxers down, and for a moment stood naked in the moonlight. The spell was broken when he dove into the water and emerged with a yell, and Spike dropped his hand down to his groin. He straightened his erection, constricted by the tight jeans, and cupped it for a minute while he considered his next course of action. He could go back to the crypt and wank off to visions of a naked and wet Xander, he could stay here and wank off where his eyes could soak in the sight of an *actual* naked and wet Xander, or he could... |
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SNOW
ON CHRISTMAS |
He just couldn’t understand *why* he was feeling so blue. So...dispirited. Heck, he should be jumping for joy. Planning the going away party. Designing and preparing the ‘Bon-Voyage-don’t-let-the-Hellmouth-hit-you-on-the-ass-on-your- way-out-of-town-Spike’ banner. Instead, he was wandering the streets of Sunnydale alone after dark. If Spike had known the thought of him leaving would send Xander into a funk that caused him to throw self-preservation to the wind, the vampire might have done it sooner. |
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SON
OF CASPER |
Willow had tried everything she could think of: devocation spells, revocation spells, and exorcisms; structural, flesh, as well as spiritual cleansing spells; protection pentagrams, protection circles--Xander thought Willow would try a protection square dance if it would work. But nothing did. Nothing stopped the apparition. Xander continued to be haunted by Spike the "friendly" ghost. |
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SOUL |
Xander tightened
his hold and realized why Spike was staying and why Xander wanted him to stay so
very much. The Scoobies, for better or for worse, were a family. A
very close knit one. And while Dawn, and Buffy, and Anya, and even Willow
were off finding themselves and reconnecting. . . Xander was alone. Xander
had no one to come home to, no one to talk about his day with, no one to. . .
care for. To love. |
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SPANDER
~ THE JOY |
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THE
SPANISH INQUISITION |
Nope, Xander's not gay. He's not gasping, either, not dizzy with the feel of Spike's mouth moving wetly against his skin, raising the little hairs on the back of his neck. His hands are most definitely not twitching to slide themselves across the skin stretched smoothly across the sharp planes of Spike's hips. Not at all. And when Spike sucks an earlobe into his mouth, Xander only makes that noise because it tickles, and he doesn't like being tickled. |
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SPIKE'S
HOLIDAY HUNT |
The door slammed, and Xander slowly turned to watch Spike out the
window. |
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Slipping it on, he moved with all the stealth of his demonic nature to the bedside, digging around in the pockets to find his special surprise for Xander. |
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I refuse
to beg, I won't give him that satisfaction. Let him beat me,
torture me, drain me. Anything he wants, he has the power now.
But he'll never hear me beg. |
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SPIRIT OF |
Christmas 2012 collection from the writers at Excessant. |
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THE
SQUARE ROOT OF TWO |
He'd forgotten how difficult it was, the switch from sane to insane, nonsense to... well, Xander. There wasn't even the promise of visions to make the impending migraine worth it. Just a shattered boy, lost and alone when he was never supposed to be either of those things again. WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH |
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STAKING
A CLAIM |
He can feel the fire burning in his eyes as his Hyena comes to the surface. She doesn’t come out much anymore since that fateful time in high school. She usually keeps seems to stay content surrounded by the Scoobies, or her pack as she calls them. |
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STILLED
DESIRE |
He would have snorted if he could have… but no… that was no longer an option except on a Sunday evening when his stiff form sagged, breathed… and cried. |
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STOCKINGS
HUNG WITH CARE |
"He's not coming." Xander shook his head in response to Dawn's statement as he closed the flat's door behind him. He supposed that his expression had given her the answer, and he felt guiltily grateful that she had said it aloud rather than forcing him to. |
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STUPID
CUPID |
A sharp pain bit into the back of his thigh and burned through his leg. He
glanced down and saw the head of a crossbow bolt protruding from the front of
his thigh. "Ow. Oh, fuck," he muttered. He tasted bile in the back his
throat. |
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SUNDAY
MORNING COMING DOWN |
He heard a quiet cough and then the rustle of leather as turned to face the vampire that strolled out of the darkness. Xander smiled humorlessly at the look of irritated confusion on Spike’s face. “Yes, I knew you were there,” he said, watching as Spike smoked and affected a bored stance. “My super-human skills alerted me to the flicking of the biggest lighter known to man and then my spider-sense really started tingling as the cloud of smoke drifted over my head.” |
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SUZERAIN'S
COMPANION |
The
feral humans were organized and on a deliberate *mission* to rescue
humans from their demon masters and release them back into their
natural habitat – they were particularly targeting Companion breeding
farms and feed lots. The aim was to stop all manipulation of human
DNA and return the humans to their natural state. But the concept
was flawed. |
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SWEET
DREAMS |
"Spike?" |
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SWEET
TOOTH |
“Okay...so what do we taste like? Exactly?” |
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SWIMMING
FOOL |
Spike bounced, gaining height, before leaping and
executing a perfect triple summersault in the air before extending his body and
entering the water without a splash. Xander found himself applauding. He waited
for the vampire to surface, but he was again swimming laps underwater. Xander
watched how he moved. Once in a while, Spike would roll in the water like a
sleek seal. The young man found himself envying the vampire the ability to not
breathe. |
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TALKING
ABOUT THE PAST |
You know, I
didn't set out to do this - rehash the whole past. I was really just trying to
explain about us. How I felt about us. But somehow that seems to involve
everything else in my life, too. It's all just come pouring out. Probably with
little sense attached. All the stuff I've thought about over the last six
months, and all the stuff I didn't know I'd been thinking about. Who would have
thought (in the first days of the 20th century) - yes I have read HG Wells.
Well, okay, I listened to the CD. Jesse had it and I inherited it. And it just
occurs to me that I misquoted anyway. |
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THREE'S
A CROWD |
Xander cocked his head and looked straight at Buffy. “I don’t hate Spike. It is true that I was once intimidated by his sinister, yet irresistible attraction. And yes, I struggled to stay away from him for years because he is The Big Bad and I know that he’s evil to the core, but I find that I’m no longer able to resist my love for—” “Football,” Spike interrupted. “The boy’s just crazy for football...” |
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TRADITION |
"It's time," Spike whispered into Xander's ear. He could see the varied emotions pass over the human's face. Confusion gave way to realization which, in turn, melted in a soft smile that showed the entire world all the love he felt for Spike. |
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THE
TRIANGLE |
A scream filled the air as the scent of
blood wafted across the breeze. |
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TRICKERY |
Xander
started backing away, but Spike reached out and snared his wrist. "Wh-what are
you doing here, Spike?" |
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TRIPPING |
Spike snorted. "You're pissed, aren't you, Mate?" he asked. He stepped up
to Xander and put an arm around his waist. "Come on, Pet," he said. "Let's get you out of here." He pulled Xander towards him and walked him away from the lamp post and into the dark. Briefly Xander/Devon at the beginning of this story |
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TRUTH |
"Back off, Buffy," Xander said softly
before Spike could reply. "He’s mine, and I’m keeping him." |
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THE
TWELVE DAYS |
Christmas 2004 collection from the writers at Excessant. |
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TWO
SQUARED |
Approaching the tiger enclosure, there were no animals to be seen. They wandered around the back to the sleeping quarters. As they stepped up to push open the stiff gate together, the entire area shimmered and felt distinctly odd, then the world spun and went black as they both fell unconscious… |
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WAKE
UP |
Willow held his hand across her stomach. Tight. Her fingers stoked the fine skin across his knuckles, skittering around the cut on his forefinger that ran down it’s length and continued onto his palm, sending shocks of ‘don’t touch that!’ through his nerves, which he ignored. He was probably getting her shirt all bloody. |
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WANDERING
PROPERTIES OF DEATH |
As Xander slid
down to sit, he grimaced and hissed, hands going to his side to check for the damage he had not even known was there
until sweat trickled into it. Spike, showing an unusual amount of concern was
there immediately, cool fingers brushing away Xander’s own and gently lifting
his shirt, soothing the long scratch with soft touches and softer
murmurs. |
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WANT |
Spike
flicked the tip of his tongue against his teeth, blue eyes twinkling,
"Quite the manly man I see, pet." |
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WEE
CLIP |
Sight and
sound gone. Heart pounding. The flicker fuck of abstract image. Shaking,
straining, already mourning. Collapsing into ready arms I think that this must
be what it is to drown. I suppose
that’s why they call it the little death. |
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WHAT
BROUGHT US HERE |
It had happened slowly, gradually, but one day he’d looked around and realized he was surrounded by family. And not the kind of family who *have* to put up with you, but the kind that grows from friends becoming more... |
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WHERE?
WHEN? GAH! |
"What's the matter Spike? Are you hurt?
Did I hurt you?" Xander
asked. The look of confusion still
masking his lover's cherub features. |
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WHERE
THE HEART IS |
So where in the hell was his famous perception then? He’d find himself wondering about it later. So maybe the scent in the air was so vivid in his memory, so much a part of his grieving and longing, that his subconscious hadn’t even bothered sending it up through channels. |
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WHITE
MARBLE |
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WHO?
WHAT? HUH? |
"Eeep!" |
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WITH
EXTREME PREJUDICE |
The cameras, the bugs, the soldiers - all gone. And, Willy said, all their hardware. He said it with a lift of his eyebrow and a look and after a minute they got it. Incredibly, out of the fear of possible discovery, they'd rounded up all the 'hostiles' still around with chips and taken them out. No more chips. And Xander was quietly freaking out, because Spike had been gone for days. |
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WOMEN
SUCK |
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WORLD
PEACE |
"Think of it as a sex drive. Like a
food drive, or a book drive? It's Global Orgasm Day. We fuck, and think about
world peace on the Solstice, and it's supposed to do something to the quarks,
and make everyone happier." Xander dug the lube from the drawer beside the
bed, and poured some into his hand, warming it. |
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XANDER'S
GIFT |
Xander never questioned it, this unnatural attraction he had for Spike (though admittedly not in the traditional sense). With as much as he battled the beasties of the underworld on a daily basis, it never occurred to him to question that he fell in love with a vampire. |
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YOURS |
“Please, please… fuck me… Spike!” The name was pulled from rosy lips as an orgasm came
crashing over the pair in the bed. |