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moonlettuceExcept people kinda are expecting it, since today's the posting day. Meh *shrugs*
This is for Kathryn who wanted:
1. Xander and Spike with a "happy ending".
2. Not Spike as a cross-dresser, but just a short scene where Spike does wear make-up and sexy women's clothes... maybe to "surprize" Xander.
This is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy.
Shadowy Lined
By Claire
There are days when Xander Harris can't quite believe the things that have happened in his life. Days when he expects to wake up and find out it's all been a dream, that he's going to open his eyes and find himself back in his parent's basement with nothing more than the shouted insults coming from above to keep him company.
And it's all down to overhearing a single fateful conversation. If he'd never found out that Buffy Summers is the Slayer, then he'd have been happy to go on assuming creatures like vampires and werewolves were fictitious. But he knows differently. Knows that the midnight streets of Sunnydale hold a lot more than the people heading home after a night out at the Bronze.
If he hadn't been in the library that day it might all have turned out differently. He might have moved away, having nothing to keep him in Sunnydale except for a years old friendship with Willow, who probably would have moved herself to attend a better university than Sunnydale U, and memories of Jesse.
Or, more likely, he'd be in the cemetery, just one more unexplained and ignored drained body in the town's history. He certainly wouldn't be lying in bed on a Sunday thanking all the gods that he can think of that the things that go bump in the night aren't as imaginary as most people would believe.
He knows it's strange, especially after what he's seen and the things he's fought, that he's *thanking* someone for the existence of the supernatural. But without it, he would never have met the person lying next to him, wouldn't even have known they'd existed. He wouldn't have realised that he'd missed his
/soul-mate/
lover by centuries. There would have been a part of him missing and he wouldn't have even known it.
"Xan?" Eyes open and look at him, the hint of kohl enhancing the blue.
Xander reaches out and rubs his thumb over Spike's lips, smudging the remaining lipstick even further onto pale skin. A streak of red running over flesh that reminds Xander exactly what he's lying in bed with.
He doesn't yet know why Spike did it, why he came home to find a schoolgirl with waves of blonde falling past her shoulders instead of his lover. He hadn't asked, questions being the last thing on his mind as she'd sunk to her knees and pulled out Xander's cock, wrapping her lips around it. He'd tangled his fingers in her hair as she'd sucked, eyes meeting his as she looked up, slashed scar across one eyebrow the only anchor Xander had to the male vampire he'd been expecting when he'd walked through the door.
"Xander?" The voice is still quiet, modulated; hinting at something underneath that just isn't Spike.
"I want you."
Spike smiles, red-stained lips forming words that sear into Xander's mind. "You've got me, pet."
He reaches out, fingers curling around Spike's arm, burning his name with each touch into skin that shows every mark.
Spike turns as he moves, settling his ass back against Xander's hard cock.
His hand sliding between them, Xander guides his cock to Spike's ass, gliding inside in one solid push. Spike's still loose from last night, his body welcoming Xander back easily.
Xander pauses once he's seated inside, tight warmth surrounding him. Spike's body isn't as hot as a human's, but it's nowhere near the coldness Xander had always assumed it would be before he'd first fucked Spike. His hand lying on Spike's thigh, he traces absent patterns, fingertips dancing over skin as he ignores Spike's impatient growl. He squeezes Spike's thigh, red marks vivid against the pale flesh.
"Don't."
Because it's not Spike he wants to hear.
There's a beat, and then,
"Sorry."
And Spike knows what Xander wants, knows it as his voice drops to the soft feminine tones of the previous night.
It makes Xander harder, hearing the voice that isn't Spike's come from his lover's lips. Gripping Spike's hips, he slides back out to the tip before plunging back inside, rhythm set by his own body before he decides on it.
A groan rips out of Spike as the head of Xander's cock rubs over his prostate, guttural and needy.
"Xan..."
And the plea has nothing of a schoolgirl in it. Has nothing but wanting, needing vampire.
"Xan, please..."
Xander's hand moves to Spike's front, fingers finding his hard cock and wrapping around. Pre-come leaks from the tip, slicking Xander's hand as it moves over the hard flesh. It almost feels like he's holding himself instead of Spike, each movement of his fingers running through the blond's body and communicating themselves to him.
His body starts to move faster, thrusts erratic as he feels his balls tighten. His fingers grip Spike's cock even harder, nails digging into the skin, and the vampire groans, spilling himself into the sheets under them.
Xander's head falls onto Spike's back as he comes, emptying himself before he slips out of Spike's body, feeling almost bereft a the loss of contact. He can feel tremors running through his body as he realises Spike is purring. His fingers move over Spike's skin as he lets the vibrations sink into him, spreading through his body like ripples. A hand rests on Spike's unmoving chest as Xander wraps his arms around the man with him.
And this moment has played over in Xander's head more times than he would care to count. He's been waiting for the right time, and this could be it. Or maybe it's just the time he needs.
"I love you."
He thinks maybe it's the first time he's said those words out loud; knows it won't be the last.
His arms tighten around Spike, around the one person who has never judged, or found him wanting. Around the one person he knows he can always rely on, no matter what.
"Love you too, pet." Voice stronger, harder; accent that Spike's worked years on flowing over every word. No trace of a petite English schoolgirl is left. No trace of anything but a decades old male vampire who could be out slaughtering the town, but instead chooses to be in Xander's bed.
And a wig exactly the same shade of blonde as Buffy lies forgotten on the floor.
End.
The masterlist for the ficathon is here. Lots of Spike and Xander doing naughty things to each other.
This is for Kathryn who wanted:
1. Xander and Spike with a "happy ending".
2. Not Spike as a cross-dresser, but just a short scene where Spike does wear make-up and sexy women's clothes... maybe to "surprize" Xander.
This is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy.
Shadowy Lined
By Claire
There are days when Xander Harris can't quite believe the things that have happened in his life. Days when he expects to wake up and find out it's all been a dream, that he's going to open his eyes and find himself back in his parent's basement with nothing more than the shouted insults coming from above to keep him company.
And it's all down to overhearing a single fateful conversation. If he'd never found out that Buffy Summers is the Slayer, then he'd have been happy to go on assuming creatures like vampires and werewolves were fictitious. But he knows differently. Knows that the midnight streets of Sunnydale hold a lot more than the people heading home after a night out at the Bronze.
If he hadn't been in the library that day it might all have turned out differently. He might have moved away, having nothing to keep him in Sunnydale except for a years old friendship with Willow, who probably would have moved herself to attend a better university than Sunnydale U, and memories of Jesse.
Or, more likely, he'd be in the cemetery, just one more unexplained and ignored drained body in the town's history. He certainly wouldn't be lying in bed on a Sunday thanking all the gods that he can think of that the things that go bump in the night aren't as imaginary as most people would believe.
He knows it's strange, especially after what he's seen and the things he's fought, that he's *thanking* someone for the existence of the supernatural. But without it, he would never have met the person lying next to him, wouldn't even have known they'd existed. He wouldn't have realised that he'd missed his
/soul-mate/
lover by centuries. There would have been a part of him missing and he wouldn't have even known it.
"Xan?" Eyes open and look at him, the hint of kohl enhancing the blue.
Xander reaches out and rubs his thumb over Spike's lips, smudging the remaining lipstick even further onto pale skin. A streak of red running over flesh that reminds Xander exactly what he's lying in bed with.
He doesn't yet know why Spike did it, why he came home to find a schoolgirl with waves of blonde falling past her shoulders instead of his lover. He hadn't asked, questions being the last thing on his mind as she'd sunk to her knees and pulled out Xander's cock, wrapping her lips around it. He'd tangled his fingers in her hair as she'd sucked, eyes meeting his as she looked up, slashed scar across one eyebrow the only anchor Xander had to the male vampire he'd been expecting when he'd walked through the door.
"Xander?" The voice is still quiet, modulated; hinting at something underneath that just isn't Spike.
"I want you."
Spike smiles, red-stained lips forming words that sear into Xander's mind. "You've got me, pet."
He reaches out, fingers curling around Spike's arm, burning his name with each touch into skin that shows every mark.
Spike turns as he moves, settling his ass back against Xander's hard cock.
His hand sliding between them, Xander guides his cock to Spike's ass, gliding inside in one solid push. Spike's still loose from last night, his body welcoming Xander back easily.
Xander pauses once he's seated inside, tight warmth surrounding him. Spike's body isn't as hot as a human's, but it's nowhere near the coldness Xander had always assumed it would be before he'd first fucked Spike. His hand lying on Spike's thigh, he traces absent patterns, fingertips dancing over skin as he ignores Spike's impatient growl. He squeezes Spike's thigh, red marks vivid against the pale flesh.
"Don't."
Because it's not Spike he wants to hear.
There's a beat, and then,
"Sorry."
And Spike knows what Xander wants, knows it as his voice drops to the soft feminine tones of the previous night.
It makes Xander harder, hearing the voice that isn't Spike's come from his lover's lips. Gripping Spike's hips, he slides back out to the tip before plunging back inside, rhythm set by his own body before he decides on it.
A groan rips out of Spike as the head of Xander's cock rubs over his prostate, guttural and needy.
"Xan..."
And the plea has nothing of a schoolgirl in it. Has nothing but wanting, needing vampire.
"Xan, please..."
Xander's hand moves to Spike's front, fingers finding his hard cock and wrapping around. Pre-come leaks from the tip, slicking Xander's hand as it moves over the hard flesh. It almost feels like he's holding himself instead of Spike, each movement of his fingers running through the blond's body and communicating themselves to him.
His body starts to move faster, thrusts erratic as he feels his balls tighten. His fingers grip Spike's cock even harder, nails digging into the skin, and the vampire groans, spilling himself into the sheets under them.
Xander's head falls onto Spike's back as he comes, emptying himself before he slips out of Spike's body, feeling almost bereft a the loss of contact. He can feel tremors running through his body as he realises Spike is purring. His fingers move over Spike's skin as he lets the vibrations sink into him, spreading through his body like ripples. A hand rests on Spike's unmoving chest as Xander wraps his arms around the man with him.
And this moment has played over in Xander's head more times than he would care to count. He's been waiting for the right time, and this could be it. Or maybe it's just the time he needs.
"I love you."
He thinks maybe it's the first time he's said those words out loud; knows it won't be the last.
His arms tighten around Spike, around the one person who has never judged, or found him wanting. Around the one person he knows he can always rely on, no matter what.
"Love you too, pet." Voice stronger, harder; accent that Spike's worked years on flowing over every word. No trace of a petite English schoolgirl is left. No trace of anything but a decades old male vampire who could be out slaughtering the town, but instead chooses to be in Xander's bed.
And a wig exactly the same shade of blonde as Buffy lies forgotten on the floor.
End.
The masterlist for the ficathon is here. Lots of Spike and Xander doing naughty things to each other.
