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Spander Inquisition fic
My entry for the Spander Inquision 2004 ficathon run by the lovely ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rubywisp lies within. My muse was completely uncooperative here, but I did my best. Many hugs & thanks to moosesal for the last minute beta (again!).
Title: Pete's
Written for:beamer242
Written by:phoenixat
Pairing: S/X (obviously!)
Two things you definitely want included in your fic: Post Chosen and contentment. H/C is okay, so long as it's Spike that's hurt, and there is an equal blend of angst and humor. Wackiness is always of the good.
One thing you definitely *don't* want to see in your fic: Xander having his eye 'magiced' back. Xander waking up one morning deciding he is 'gay now' is baaaad. I know thats two things, but hey, I'm a rebel and I'll never ever be any good. oh yeah, the over domestication of Spike is very bad. done now.
Warnings: None, really. Just sex & language, the usual!
Rating: R-NC17
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Pete's
Spike gripped tighter and slammed hard into Xander's ass, knowing he was leaving bruises on those beloved hips but really not caring. Safe in the knowledge that Xan wouldn't care either, he rode out the orgasm as long as he could until finally his movements stopped. The man beneath him groaned.
"Jesus fuck Spike, what was that about?" Xander asked, his voice muffled by the back of the couch.
Spike kissed the warm, damp neck in front of him with slow licks and felt Xander shift slightly. His mate hadn't come yet. Needed to fix that. He gave the slick body a tug and they fell together onto the couch, Xander splayed on top of the vampire, back to chest. Cool hands reached around to grip the leaking erection and a hard nipple, giving both a simultaneous tug, and Xander immediately began shivering.
This wouldn't take long, Spike grinned to himself. Loved this feeling, being in control and making Xander lose his own. He kept up a punishing pace, alternating between tugs and strokes, feather light drifts across aching skin until Xan was begging incoherently and tilting his neck further and further back across Spike's shoulder. With a gentleness belying the sharp points he sank his fangs into that sweet skin and tasted Xander's passion as his cock jerked in his hands, jetting come into the air.
As their breathing slowed and at least one heartbeat returned to normal speed, Spike relished the weight of Xander, pressing him down into the cushions. *This* was where he belonged, beyond anything else. He let his hands roam over the body above him possessively.
Xander groaned and started to move, but Spike held on tight. "Just another minute, luv."
"Spike, I'm smushing you. How do we end up in these crazy positions anyway?" Xander grumbled goodnaturedly, as he relaxed again.
"Like it." Spike buried his face in Xander's neck again, feeling the tension finally drain from his limbs at the full, easy body contact.
"So, are you gonna tell me why I was the lucky recipient of such a great shag tonight?" Xander asked, a hint of concern coloring his voice.
"No reason." He winced internally. Never was very good at lying, was he. And he could tell immediately that Xander was suspicious. The other man rolled over halfway, digging his arm slightly into Spike's side as he did so. The resulting hiss ended the charade before it had even begun. Xander moved the rest of the way off and stood up with his hands on his hips, staring down at Spike with a face carved from stone.
"You're not telling me something, and that can only be because you know I won't like it."
Spike propped himself on his elbows and turned the soulful look up to full wattage. "There's nothing to tell luv, really. Got in a bit of a fight but look, no bleeding and I've still got my full wits about me. No harm done." He smiled winningly but it faded under Xander's continued glare.
"You went to Pete's, didn't you?" The voice was not amused.
"Just for a bit," he started trying to plead his case, but all hint of the loving partner he'd been holding moments ago had vanished. He watched silently as Xander began methodically getting dressed. What had he been thinking? Oh yeah, that Xan wouldn't have to know. Well that hadn't worked out, had it? He was getting ready to try again when Xander turned and looked at him with a blank expression that Spike immediately knew hid immense disappointment. Not only could he hear it when Xander finally spoke, he could feel it, smell it coming out of the other man's skin.
"How badly are you hurt?" Xander asked, once he had his jeans and t-shirt on.
"Barely at all. Few sore ribs...by morning I'll be fine."
"Should wrap them so they heal right. Come into the kitchen."
Spike decided he'd better not argue, since things had just gone from heated to frosty in a matter of moments. He padded into the kitchen and sat still as Xander started the rather unnecessary first-aid.
"Spike, I love you. I asked you not to go there because you get hurt every time. I don't care about anything else, and that's still not enough! The one rule we have, you break. Repeatedly." Spike started to deny it but shut up when Xander briefly put his hand over his mouth. "I know all about the times you've been and haven't told me. Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not a fool."
Damn. And here he thought he'd been so clever, keeping it a secret.
"Never said you were. Just, didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd be upset." Spike knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Nevermind the fact that he was still naked and getting trussed up in tape, both of which gave him a bit of a vulnerable feeling.
"Then why do you go, Spike?" Xander was clearly getting exasperated. "Try explaining it to me again, so I can understand the draw, because I really don't get it."
Spike pondered this for a minute. They'd been over the issue so many times, he wasn't sure he could come up with a new way to approach things. And then it came to him, like a gift. Surely this would make sense to Xander.
"Xan, would I ever ask you to give up chocolate?"
"I pray daily that no-one ever does, but if you did, I would, no questions asked."
"Yeah, you probably would, but s'not my point. Would I *ask* you to?" Spike pressed.
Xander stopped what he was doing, patted the taped chest gently and gave Spike a sharp look. "Don't turn this around on me, all of a sudden."
"M'not, please, just think about it for a second." Spike felt like holding his breath, even though it was kind of pointless. He really, *really* wanted Xander to get it. And he could tell, finally, that Xander was at least trying as he watched the man absentmindedly put the tape back in the first-aid box.
Xander turned back to him and frowned. "Okay, I maybe see where you're going with this, but chocolate doesn't have the evil potential to kill me, so I don't follow the analogy!"
"There are protection spells on Pete's," Spike reminded him. "I can't die there. Wouldn't take the chance if I could, not if it meant leaving you. Didn't come back from the other side for a repeat performance."
"But you can still get hurt, Spike. That's my bottom line. I don't like to see that, not when we get beat up enough helping the slayers," Xander protested.
Spike now found himself losing patience and decided to lay it all out, as he saw it anyway. They needed to get past this once and for all. He jumped down off the counter, injured ribs already forgotten, and paced around the kitchen table. "I don't like to see you hurt either, and that's mostly why I go. We're amazing together luv, but you're still human. Some things I need to do, I can't chance doin' with you. You know that."
Xander's frame visibly crumbled at the harsh words, spoken gently but still with the ring of truth, and then Spike was the one who understood. He walked over and put his arm around the other man, pulling the unresisting body close to him. Xander's breath was hot in his ear.
"I don't want you to have to go anywhere else, Spike. That's just it."
He pulled back and held Xander's face in his hands, smoothing the patch and making sure their gaze was connected before speaking. "People can't be everything for each other, Xan. Been 'round a long time, and I've definitely learned that lesson. S'why you have friends, and I have Pete's."
Xander's arms crept around him and Spike secretly congratulated himself. Finally, they were getting somewhere. He never was much good at relationships, but Xander was worth it. Enough of this emotional crap though--maybe if he played it right, they could shag again. Still had some pent-up energy to burn.
"Anyway, it's not like I *need* it, it just enhances the quality of my unlife. Gives me pleasure, although not as much as you do," Spike added with a leer. He was rewarded with a chuckle.
"I guess I could say the same about chocolate," Xander mumbled, and Spike felt relief wash over him. He hadn't bollixed it all up completely by pushing. And then he felt something else wash over him as Xander's warm tongue began licking its way up his chest, leaving a moist trail that cooled when the air hit it and made him shiver. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of his own nakedness next to Xander's clothes, and he sincerely hoped the talking portion of the evening was over.
The kiss was sweet and forgiving and Spike couldn't help the ridiculous smile that was creeping over his face. Xander pulled back and look at him with a head-tilt he could only have learned from the expert.
"What are you smiling about? I'm trying to kiss you here!"
Spike tried to look appropriately chastened, but it didn't work and he kept grinning like an idiot.
"You're just happy because as usual, you're getting your way," Xander huffed.
"S'true, I'm a happy vampire. Got you, got Pete's, gonna shag some more." Spike wiggled his hips, rubbing against Xander suggestively. He felt the stirrings of Xander's cock moving in those loose jeans and kept on smiling. Oh yeah, the talking portion of the evening was *definitely* over.
rubywisp lies within. My muse was completely uncooperative here, but I did my best. Many hugs & thanks to moosesal for the last minute beta (again!).Title: Pete's
Written for:
beamer242Written by:
phoenixatPairing: S/X (obviously!)
Two things you definitely want included in your fic: Post Chosen and contentment. H/C is okay, so long as it's Spike that's hurt, and there is an equal blend of angst and humor. Wackiness is always of the good.
One thing you definitely *don't* want to see in your fic: Xander having his eye 'magiced' back. Xander waking up one morning deciding he is 'gay now' is baaaad. I know thats two things, but hey, I'm a rebel and I'll never ever be any good. oh yeah, the over domestication of Spike is very bad. done now.
Warnings: None, really. Just sex & language, the usual!
Rating: R-NC17
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Pete's
Spike gripped tighter and slammed hard into Xander's ass, knowing he was leaving bruises on those beloved hips but really not caring. Safe in the knowledge that Xan wouldn't care either, he rode out the orgasm as long as he could until finally his movements stopped. The man beneath him groaned.
"Jesus fuck Spike, what was that about?" Xander asked, his voice muffled by the back of the couch.
Spike kissed the warm, damp neck in front of him with slow licks and felt Xander shift slightly. His mate hadn't come yet. Needed to fix that. He gave the slick body a tug and they fell together onto the couch, Xander splayed on top of the vampire, back to chest. Cool hands reached around to grip the leaking erection and a hard nipple, giving both a simultaneous tug, and Xander immediately began shivering.
This wouldn't take long, Spike grinned to himself. Loved this feeling, being in control and making Xander lose his own. He kept up a punishing pace, alternating between tugs and strokes, feather light drifts across aching skin until Xan was begging incoherently and tilting his neck further and further back across Spike's shoulder. With a gentleness belying the sharp points he sank his fangs into that sweet skin and tasted Xander's passion as his cock jerked in his hands, jetting come into the air.
As their breathing slowed and at least one heartbeat returned to normal speed, Spike relished the weight of Xander, pressing him down into the cushions. *This* was where he belonged, beyond anything else. He let his hands roam over the body above him possessively.
Xander groaned and started to move, but Spike held on tight. "Just another minute, luv."
"Spike, I'm smushing you. How do we end up in these crazy positions anyway?" Xander grumbled goodnaturedly, as he relaxed again.
"Like it." Spike buried his face in Xander's neck again, feeling the tension finally drain from his limbs at the full, easy body contact.
"So, are you gonna tell me why I was the lucky recipient of such a great shag tonight?" Xander asked, a hint of concern coloring his voice.
"No reason." He winced internally. Never was very good at lying, was he. And he could tell immediately that Xander was suspicious. The other man rolled over halfway, digging his arm slightly into Spike's side as he did so. The resulting hiss ended the charade before it had even begun. Xander moved the rest of the way off and stood up with his hands on his hips, staring down at Spike with a face carved from stone.
"You're not telling me something, and that can only be because you know I won't like it."
Spike propped himself on his elbows and turned the soulful look up to full wattage. "There's nothing to tell luv, really. Got in a bit of a fight but look, no bleeding and I've still got my full wits about me. No harm done." He smiled winningly but it faded under Xander's continued glare.
"You went to Pete's, didn't you?" The voice was not amused.
"Just for a bit," he started trying to plead his case, but all hint of the loving partner he'd been holding moments ago had vanished. He watched silently as Xander began methodically getting dressed. What had he been thinking? Oh yeah, that Xan wouldn't have to know. Well that hadn't worked out, had it? He was getting ready to try again when Xander turned and looked at him with a blank expression that Spike immediately knew hid immense disappointment. Not only could he hear it when Xander finally spoke, he could feel it, smell it coming out of the other man's skin.
"How badly are you hurt?" Xander asked, once he had his jeans and t-shirt on.
"Barely at all. Few sore ribs...by morning I'll be fine."
"Should wrap them so they heal right. Come into the kitchen."
Spike decided he'd better not argue, since things had just gone from heated to frosty in a matter of moments. He padded into the kitchen and sat still as Xander started the rather unnecessary first-aid.
"Spike, I love you. I asked you not to go there because you get hurt every time. I don't care about anything else, and that's still not enough! The one rule we have, you break. Repeatedly." Spike started to deny it but shut up when Xander briefly put his hand over his mouth. "I know all about the times you've been and haven't told me. Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not a fool."
Damn. And here he thought he'd been so clever, keeping it a secret.
"Never said you were. Just, didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd be upset." Spike knew he was treading on dangerous ground. Nevermind the fact that he was still naked and getting trussed up in tape, both of which gave him a bit of a vulnerable feeling.
"Then why do you go, Spike?" Xander was clearly getting exasperated. "Try explaining it to me again, so I can understand the draw, because I really don't get it."
Spike pondered this for a minute. They'd been over the issue so many times, he wasn't sure he could come up with a new way to approach things. And then it came to him, like a gift. Surely this would make sense to Xander.
"Xan, would I ever ask you to give up chocolate?"
"I pray daily that no-one ever does, but if you did, I would, no questions asked."
"Yeah, you probably would, but s'not my point. Would I *ask* you to?" Spike pressed.
Xander stopped what he was doing, patted the taped chest gently and gave Spike a sharp look. "Don't turn this around on me, all of a sudden."
"M'not, please, just think about it for a second." Spike felt like holding his breath, even though it was kind of pointless. He really, *really* wanted Xander to get it. And he could tell, finally, that Xander was at least trying as he watched the man absentmindedly put the tape back in the first-aid box.
Xander turned back to him and frowned. "Okay, I maybe see where you're going with this, but chocolate doesn't have the evil potential to kill me, so I don't follow the analogy!"
"There are protection spells on Pete's," Spike reminded him. "I can't die there. Wouldn't take the chance if I could, not if it meant leaving you. Didn't come back from the other side for a repeat performance."
"But you can still get hurt, Spike. That's my bottom line. I don't like to see that, not when we get beat up enough helping the slayers," Xander protested.
Spike now found himself losing patience and decided to lay it all out, as he saw it anyway. They needed to get past this once and for all. He jumped down off the counter, injured ribs already forgotten, and paced around the kitchen table. "I don't like to see you hurt either, and that's mostly why I go. We're amazing together luv, but you're still human. Some things I need to do, I can't chance doin' with you. You know that."
Xander's frame visibly crumbled at the harsh words, spoken gently but still with the ring of truth, and then Spike was the one who understood. He walked over and put his arm around the other man, pulling the unresisting body close to him. Xander's breath was hot in his ear.
"I don't want you to have to go anywhere else, Spike. That's just it."
He pulled back and held Xander's face in his hands, smoothing the patch and making sure their gaze was connected before speaking. "People can't be everything for each other, Xan. Been 'round a long time, and I've definitely learned that lesson. S'why you have friends, and I have Pete's."
Xander's arms crept around him and Spike secretly congratulated himself. Finally, they were getting somewhere. He never was much good at relationships, but Xander was worth it. Enough of this emotional crap though--maybe if he played it right, they could shag again. Still had some pent-up energy to burn.
"Anyway, it's not like I *need* it, it just enhances the quality of my unlife. Gives me pleasure, although not as much as you do," Spike added with a leer. He was rewarded with a chuckle.
"I guess I could say the same about chocolate," Xander mumbled, and Spike felt relief wash over him. He hadn't bollixed it all up completely by pushing. And then he felt something else wash over him as Xander's warm tongue began licking its way up his chest, leaving a moist trail that cooled when the air hit it and made him shiver. Suddenly he was hyper-aware of his own nakedness next to Xander's clothes, and he sincerely hoped the talking portion of the evening was over.
The kiss was sweet and forgiving and Spike couldn't help the ridiculous smile that was creeping over his face. Xander pulled back and look at him with a head-tilt he could only have learned from the expert.
"What are you smiling about? I'm trying to kiss you here!"
Spike tried to look appropriately chastened, but it didn't work and he kept grinning like an idiot.
"You're just happy because as usual, you're getting your way," Xander huffed.
"S'true, I'm a happy vampire. Got you, got Pete's, gonna shag some more." Spike wiggled his hips, rubbing against Xander suggestively. He felt the stirrings of Xander's cock moving in those loose jeans and kept on smiling. Oh yeah, the talking portion of the evening was *definitely* over.
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