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Square Nineteen:
Something was...bumping. Thumping? *Rapping at my chamber door? No, no...* Wesley stood up and hissed, back stiff and legs half asleep. He moved stiffly to open it and was confronted by a wall of wrinkled black plastic.
"Open the bloody door, Wes!" Spike's voice, from somewhere behind the wall and Wesley stepped back, pulling the door wide. The plastic heaved forward - stuck for a moment - and then burst inward, shredding itself on the jamb. Wesley jumped back but it was too late - a shower of pillows pelted him and he grabbed at them, trying to save them from hitting the floor.
"God damn-it! Fuck - sorry, Wes," Spike stood in the doorway, more bulging garbage-bags in his arms and the shreds of at least two hanging from his fingers.
"Just why are you assaulting me with pillows, Spike?" he asked, and Spike pushed forward, shredding another bag and kicking pillows out of the way.
"Brought the Nest down, didn't we? You don't have a Nest, love."
The graceful arabesque of rich, reddish ink that curled around the empty socket of Xander's face still looked a bit sore, and Wesley traced the line that curved down onto Xander's cheekbone - watched the younger man shiver under his touch. "Stunning. But are you certain -?" Wesley realized Xander was staring at him and flushed. "Yes, of course you're certain. I'm sorry."
"Kinda permanent." Xander said.
"Sodding visions...need to find a way out of that for Wes. He can't be doing this forever."
"The job does have a higher turnover rate than the Doublemeat Palace. And we know what that meant."
Spike gunned the motorcycle's engine - blasted away from the light and down the street, grinning. Hearing the appreciative yells from other cruisers, admiring his custom bike. Or maybe admiring the luscious human draped over his back like a second skin. Either was good. Xander's arms tightened around his ribs and Spike went a little faster, whipping around a corner and take deep breaths of the rain-washed air. Heading downtown - going to find a nest of vamps. Going to kick a little ass and not worry about the policy of it, or the politics, or if it was right. Just doing it, for the sheer thrill of the dance. And for Wes, of course.
"Huh," Spike said, and then he was moving, leather and spiky-haired blur and two vamps were bowled over backwards, one crashing into a wall, the other going down hard on his tailbone. Xander thought he might have heard a crack.
"You didn't like my pre-slay quippage?"
"Slayer's had better, love. You need more practice."
"It's not like my life is overrun with vamp stakeage." Xander paused, straddling tailbone vamp and looking up at Spike. "Well - not this kind of vamp stakeage."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Tailbone vamp yelped.
"Spike, why didn't you tell me someone was coming by? This house isn't fit for pigs, let alone guests." Wesley gestured and Spike looked around at scattered clothes, shredded plastic bags, boxes, books, papers, take-out leftovers and the overspill of pillows from the Nest. He shrugged and tapped out a cigarette.
"Carl won't care, love - he's a man."
"And this is my mother in law, Mariposa Villarreal."
"The - d-door is - open - oh god - Xander -" Wesley stammered, giving up and giving in and letting the change come - moaning as Spike immediately caressed his scalp - ran cool hands over his back, nudging the spines and sending shivers through him. "S-sspike, the do-or..."
Complete Square coming April 25th!
ETA: Yes, i gave in to the Pout of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
txrabbit yet again. Ficlet in comments! The first two are here and here. Enjoy!
Something was...bumping. Thumping? *Rapping at my chamber door? No, no...* Wesley stood up and hissed, back stiff and legs half asleep. He moved stiffly to open it and was confronted by a wall of wrinkled black plastic.
"Open the bloody door, Wes!" Spike's voice, from somewhere behind the wall and Wesley stepped back, pulling the door wide. The plastic heaved forward - stuck for a moment - and then burst inward, shredding itself on the jamb. Wesley jumped back but it was too late - a shower of pillows pelted him and he grabbed at them, trying to save them from hitting the floor.
"God damn-it! Fuck - sorry, Wes," Spike stood in the doorway, more bulging garbage-bags in his arms and the shreds of at least two hanging from his fingers.
"Just why are you assaulting me with pillows, Spike?" he asked, and Spike pushed forward, shredding another bag and kicking pillows out of the way.
"Brought the Nest down, didn't we? You don't have a Nest, love."
The graceful arabesque of rich, reddish ink that curled around the empty socket of Xander's face still looked a bit sore, and Wesley traced the line that curved down onto Xander's cheekbone - watched the younger man shiver under his touch. "Stunning. But are you certain -?" Wesley realized Xander was staring at him and flushed. "Yes, of course you're certain. I'm sorry."
"Kinda permanent." Xander said.
"Sodding visions...need to find a way out of that for Wes. He can't be doing this forever."
"The job does have a higher turnover rate than the Doublemeat Palace. And we know what that meant."
Spike gunned the motorcycle's engine - blasted away from the light and down the street, grinning. Hearing the appreciative yells from other cruisers, admiring his custom bike. Or maybe admiring the luscious human draped over his back like a second skin. Either was good. Xander's arms tightened around his ribs and Spike went a little faster, whipping around a corner and take deep breaths of the rain-washed air. Heading downtown - going to find a nest of vamps. Going to kick a little ass and not worry about the policy of it, or the politics, or if it was right. Just doing it, for the sheer thrill of the dance. And for Wes, of course.
"Huh," Spike said, and then he was moving, leather and spiky-haired blur and two vamps were bowled over backwards, one crashing into a wall, the other going down hard on his tailbone. Xander thought he might have heard a crack.
"You didn't like my pre-slay quippage?"
"Slayer's had better, love. You need more practice."
"It's not like my life is overrun with vamp stakeage." Xander paused, straddling tailbone vamp and looking up at Spike. "Well - not this kind of vamp stakeage."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" Tailbone vamp yelped.
"Spike, why didn't you tell me someone was coming by? This house isn't fit for pigs, let alone guests." Wesley gestured and Spike looked around at scattered clothes, shredded plastic bags, boxes, books, papers, take-out leftovers and the overspill of pillows from the Nest. He shrugged and tapped out a cigarette.
"Carl won't care, love - he's a man."
"And this is my mother in law, Mariposa Villarreal."
"The - d-door is - open - oh god - Xander -" Wesley stammered, giving up and giving in and letting the change come - moaning as Spike immediately caressed his scalp - ran cool hands over his back, nudging the spines and sending shivers through him. "S-sspike, the do-or..."
Complete Square coming April 25th!
ETA: Yes, i gave in to the Pout of
txrabbit yet again. Ficlet in comments! The first two are here and here. Enjoy!
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What have I told you about this?
*pouts*
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Hey! Where's my stop-pouting bribe?
*pouts harder*
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Things were crazy. Were crazier. Angel gone bad, Buffy ready to stake him, sort of. Robots and Black Lagoon monsters and eggs that sucked your brain... It was all too much, really. Enough to make you lose your sense of self-preservation.
Which had to be why Xander was sneaking into the burnt-out factory, stake in one hand and flashlight in the other. Shaking with fear, shaking with anticipation. Just...shaking.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap..." Honey-whiskey voice and smoke-leather-whiskey scent and Xander jumped - spun around - as Spike's hands slid down his back.
"Jesus, Spike!" Spike just grinned - pulled him close, hands cupping and squeezing Xander's ass - and kissed him. Xander lost the stake and then the flashlight, fumbling his own hands under duster and shirt and t-shirt, whimpering into the kiss that was iron-smoke-lemon.
"Missed you, pet. Now...what have you got for me?" Spike's hands were deft and cool and steady as they undid button and zipper and moment later Xander was turned and pushed hard into a wall, pants around his knees, and Spike was pressing up close behind him - sliding into him because Xander was always ready for him and god, fuck - felt so good.
"Spike...Spike..." Xander moaned softly - shuddered and gasped and writhed under Spike's cool fingers and twisting, pushing hips.
Spike mouthed his throat - tore Xander's t-shirt away and bit lightly at his neck - shoulder. Grazed it with needle-sharp fangs and Xander cried out softly.
"Spike...please!"
"Have you been good?" Spike whispered - slid chill, slim hands down Xander's belly - cupped his balls, rolling them. Stroked Xander's cock, and the ring of metal and leather there. "Oh, sooo good," Spike crooned. "So good, you deserve a treat."
Spike pulled Xander's hips back - bent him over and fucked him harder, pounding his sweet-spot and stroking his cock and when Xander was seeing stars and promising his first born and his entire savings and his fucking soul, Spike leaned in and bit down on his shoulder - unsnapped the cock-ring and fucked him, and Xander nearly screamed as his own orgasm roared through him - swept over him and dragged him down.
When he could see again - when his vision was normal and his chest wasn't heaving like the winning runner in a 500-yard-dash - he turned half way around and looked at Spike, who grinned at him, all fangs and golden eyes, and kissed him.
"Next time maybe you can go two days instead of just one, eh pet? I'll make it worth your while..." Xander...just nodded.
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Thank you, ... *grins* I refrained again. I deserve so much for my restraint today!
Gorgeous love! *smootch*
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Glad you liked!
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*pet pet*
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And I love the idea of Spike announcing to Xander that they have to take the Nest to Wesley's with them. *g*
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Yup!
Yes yes. Must have a Nest!
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You're good with bribes!
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:)
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*
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Thanks, bay-bee!
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*pet pet pet*
But - wasn't it FUN??
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Ummmmm.
YM me!
Please?