Headers in Red denote Works in Progress
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Headers in Red denote Works in Progress |
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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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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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BEYOND
THE END |
Both sets of eyes took on a far away look and then Spike spoke. Xander looked out over the disaster area that was once his home. "What do we do now?" |
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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 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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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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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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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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CHANGING
TOMORROW |
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CHILDE
OF MY HEART |
“Good?” Xander asked, hoarse. |
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ECLIPSE |
But he remembered everything from his time with her, and right now he was remembering saving, and marking, a boy with curly hair and big blue eyes, simply because his Princess said the little shit had a ‘Destiny’ and would help ‘her Spike’ someday. |
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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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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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HONORABLE
SONS |
It
was fortunate that the dragon had only been able to take one swipe with its
talons before it fell to the vampire’s sword. It was unfortunate that the talons
had found their mark. |
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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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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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MISSION
IMPLAUSIBLE |
"Oh...my...God!" They all heard a screech from the
training room. |
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NOBODY |
“What are you?” |
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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. But this wasn't Sunnydale, and that man wasn't Spike. Spike was dead. It couldn't possibly be him. Not this time. Not here. |
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NUMBER
ONE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR |
Angel watched the display with increasing enjoyment. One of the things he had never tired of in Spike was his hedonistic ability to revel in sensation. Even when Angel had been hanging in chains with pokers skewering his body, there had been a small, detached part of him that had taken pleasure from the sight of Spike's delight at causing and witnessing the torture. His boy fairly glowed with life sometimes, which, for one of the undead, was a pretty mean trick. |
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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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PIECES
OF OZ |
Summer nights this far north are short. Even so, once in a
while, they still get to him. There is no safe cave to barricade himself in, no
expanse to ground him, humanize him. So he fights it. Change means changing
back, and it's too easy to get lost up here. Oz suspects sometimes that he's lost anyway. |
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PREDICTIONS |
A series of vignette's about different relationships between Spike and Xander |
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REFLECTIONS |
Now he wonders what particular quirk this vampire has that he’s making such a game of it. Maybe he was a perv before he was turned. Maybe he liked to be let in, make friends – then move in for the kill. Sick bastard! The need to hunt and kill Connor could understand - vamps needed to eat – but these fuckers, the ones who make a long drawn out game of it – these were the ones he hated with a side-order of bile in his mouth. And it always seemed to be the old ones. |
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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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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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SLEEPING
BEAUTY |
A sketch near the ottoman catches Wesley's eye, and he bends to pick it up.
He studies it for a moment, brow furrowed. It looks to be a fairly young man,
perhaps a teenager. |
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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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SOULFUL |
A series of soulful drabbles about Spike |
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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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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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THE
TRIANGLE |
A scream filled the air as the scent of
blood wafted across the breeze. |
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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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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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UNDERFOOT |
A tale
told three times: once without any insight
from either character, once with Spike's insight, and once with Andrew's
perspective. |
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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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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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WOMEN
SUCK |