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Square Twenty: Wesley stood very still, watching Spike and Xander walk away - watching them grow smaller and smaller. Flinch of Xander's whole body, as he laid out the plan Angel had approved. Flinch and his face going white under the tan - his gaze going flat and dead and...utterly miserable. And Spike snarling silently - getting up and putting his fist through the wall, cursing.
*I don't blame them. Everything they worked for - everything they did - this course of action negates it. Makes it...nothing. But it is something! It was. That won't change - that won't ever change...*
Spike squirmed in Xander's death-grip - turned onto his back and sighed in contentment as Xander edged himself over a little more, draping most of himself over Spike. The bed was more-than-blood-heat warm, courtesy of the electric blanket Spike had called ahead for. He'd also called ahead so that when he and Xander had stumbled in past three a.m., tired and frozen, the fire had been roaring in the fireplace, the blanket had been on high, and the room itself had been toasty-warm with central heating. They'd spent nearly an hour in the Jacuzzi, up to their necks in steaming-hot water. Spike eyed the bright light edging around the curtains - light that was bouncing off of snow. Lots and lots of snow. He'd forgotten how cold snow was.
"It snowed last night and we don't have to get up, right?" Xander mumbled and Spike smiled into Xander's hair - kissed the curve of his skull. "I mean - it's up to the roof and we'll be here for days, right? Under the blanket."
"Yup. Days and days. We'll have to burn the furniture."
*I deserve glowering. Shouting, even. But it's done, it's...all in motion. Had to be done...*
"So - uh - what kind of infestation are we looking at? Corporeal, incorporeal? Death that awaits us all with nasty, big, pointy teeth?"
"Well - it's - er..."
"It's?"
Nathan Cole licked his lips again and jangled his keys as they stepped onto the landing, the attic space opening around them. "It's..."
"Bloody hell!"
"Come on, English. Where the fuck are you?"
No More Snakes and Ladders, Square Twenty, will be posted May 9th
ETA: More comment ficlettes for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
txrabbit. Starts here and goes here and here, fourth one in the comments.
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*I don't blame them. Everything they worked for - everything they did - this course of action negates it. Makes it...nothing. But it is something! It was. That won't change - that won't ever change...*
Spike squirmed in Xander's death-grip - turned onto his back and sighed in contentment as Xander edged himself over a little more, draping most of himself over Spike. The bed was more-than-blood-heat warm, courtesy of the electric blanket Spike had called ahead for. He'd also called ahead so that when he and Xander had stumbled in past three a.m., tired and frozen, the fire had been roaring in the fireplace, the blanket had been on high, and the room itself had been toasty-warm with central heating. They'd spent nearly an hour in the Jacuzzi, up to their necks in steaming-hot water. Spike eyed the bright light edging around the curtains - light that was bouncing off of snow. Lots and lots of snow. He'd forgotten how cold snow was.
"It snowed last night and we don't have to get up, right?" Xander mumbled and Spike smiled into Xander's hair - kissed the curve of his skull. "I mean - it's up to the roof and we'll be here for days, right? Under the blanket."
"Yup. Days and days. We'll have to burn the furniture."
*I deserve glowering. Shouting, even. But it's done, it's...all in motion. Had to be done...*
"So - uh - what kind of infestation are we looking at? Corporeal, incorporeal? Death that awaits us all with nasty, big, pointy teeth?"
"Well - it's - er..."
"It's?"
Nathan Cole licked his lips again and jangled his keys as they stepped onto the landing, the attic space opening around them. "It's..."
"Bloody hell!"
"Come on, English. Where the fuck are you?"
No More Snakes and Ladders, Square Twenty, will be posted May 9th
ETA: More comment ficlettes for
txrabbit. Starts here and goes here and here, fourth one in the comments.:)
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Wait, that's not what I'm suposed to be doing. Hang on, let me prepare...
*pout*
Was that good? Wait! Here let me try again...
*pouts very pretty*
*looks hopeful*
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Leaving Spike behind, leaving Buffy broken-hearted. Xander wondered how long that would last.
"What're you thinkin, pet?" Spike murmured, and Xander gasped softly as the vampire slid back inside him. Warm and oiled and open from two days of nothing but Spike fucking him.
"Was thinking...I'm glad you didn't leave," Xander whispered. He tugged at the chains that bound him to the bed as Spikeck settled over him, thigh to thigh and his tongue tracing lazy patterns over Xander's back.
Cold patterns, because Spike had got up and got a bottle of chilled champagne - was pouring it delicately over Xander's back and licking up the trickling drops.
The humid, almost-summer air pressed Xander down onto damp cotton sheets - made his hair stick to his neck and made moving too much work.
But he had to move - had to slowly writhe and squirm as Spike rocked inside him - as Spike kissed and petted and nipped and scratched and pressed in deep and hard. Rode him to the brink of orgasm and then would slither away, for a smoke or a drink or to turn Xander over - chain him some other way.
Let him take a shower, even, in the big working bathroom on the first floor of the mansion. But that had been - hours ago - and when he'd got done Spike had chained him on his back and rode Xander for ages, feeding him chunks of bread and cheese and chocolate. Coming on his stomach and chest two times and lazily rubbing the pearl-white fluid into Xander's tanned flesh.
Now he was on his belly again, still hard - still waiting for Spike to let him come. Trembling with need, gasping in great panting breaths of jungle-thick air. Desperate. Dying for it.
Spike turned his head, cold fingers on Xander's jaw and kissed him, trickling champagne into his mouth and licking after it. Making Xander's tongue and lips wet and tingling-chilly. The champagne was sour-bright in his mouth - so good.
"Full moon tonight," Spike murmured, slide and pause, twist and push, and Xander keened softly. "Second night of it...true full moon tonight... You wanna come with the full moon, pet? Come as it rides up the sky? I can hear it, sliding up the night..."
Spike's fangs teased and scraped and sank in, point by point, and Xander could only say yes.
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*bounce*
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Very nice, lovely. All happy now...
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I'm glad.
:)
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Gooood teaser.
Yup yup! No soul. It's dandy.
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Thank you!
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*thud*
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*THUD*
Unspeakably hot.
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Thank you!
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I like these hot little comment fics.
What a fix!
Wow.
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Yup.
Thanks!
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*gloms on and cuddles you* You are my new favorite person. *slips a plot tribble into your purse*
*happy sigh*
*runs off with a stash of chocolate*
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Tribbles!!
*bounce*
*runs after you*
Gimme chocolate!!
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Well....check the comments, bay-bee.
:)
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Sex and chocolate. ::sighswithhappy::
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It could work.
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*bites lip*
.........
*whimpers*
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*tries to build time machine to next Monday*
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*cries when it doesn't work*
You're too good with the teasers. More soon. More Monday. Yes. Yesyesyes. ^_^
~Nebula
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*ahem*
Sorry?
Comment-ficlette!
:)
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You'll be fully forgiven next week. But 95% forgiven now, so...~_^ *snogs*
~Nebula
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*basks in the snogs*
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The comment-ficlets, however, make it all worthwhile. *g*
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Thank you thank you!
:)
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*ow*
cloudie
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No, no - ninth, sweetie.
*pets you*
*gets ice pack for your lips*
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cloudie
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cloudie
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:)