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The news is - Cat had to replace the motherboard on his computer, so basically my internet was funny all day today, and last night as well. We're hoping this will put an end to recurring, unasked for re-boots and sudden connectivity loss. All very annoying. We're networked so when he goes down, i go down.
As promised, here's the screencap of Robin Saches from 'Brideshead Revisited' - he's billed 'Old Etonian in the window' - hee! I must say, he looks very fine in his tux.
And news about the Pout!Verse! Yes, usually![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
txrabbit pouts and i post but motherboard issues and watching 'Long Way Round' and 'Brideshead' kinda...came first. :)
*pets Rabbit*
So instead the newest bit is behind the cut - that work for you guys? The rest, as always, starts here at one and goes two, three, four, five, six, and seven.
Spike had been...weird for the past week. Just - odd. Coming over and staying, which he didn't do very often. Hanging around outside the Magic Box, waiting. Asking questions that Xander didn't have any real answers to.
Like tonight. Out on patrol, dealing with the usual. Some weird little demons in robes, running around like headless chickens. Xander had got seperated from Buffy and was trying to find her when Spike popped up out of nowhere, a little robed demon in his arms. Snapped its neck and then pushed Xander into the tomb they were currently leaning against.
Moonlight making a dapple pattern on the grey, moss-grown wall, rich scent of cut roses and damp earth and Spike's hands sliding up under Xander's shirt - Spike's mouth cool and smokey and soft, finding all the little places all along Xander's neck that drove him crazy.
"Spike - Jesus! Buffy could - come any - minute," Xander gasped out and Spike laughed into his neck; low, grumbling chuckle that made Xander shiver.
"So could I, love," he said. His thigh between Xander's thighs, his hips moving in a slow push and roll that seemed to squeeze the air out of Xander's lungs until he couldn't do anything but hang on and breathe.
Spike's hands did their clever little dance over Xander's button and zip - pushed and pulled and smoothed and then Xander was doing his best to claw through the granite of the tomb, moss under his fingernails and Spike's nails digging into his hips a little - Spike's teeth at the back of his neck and then at his earlobe as Spike's cock pushed slowly, slowly in and Xander couldn't move - couldn't breathe.
"What's the nasty of the week, then?" Spike asked, and Xander bumped his head once - twice - on the side of the tomb.
"God, don't - ask now, Jesus, Spike -"
"Shh, shh..." Spike pushed a little harder - pushed until he was skin to skin, his hands gliding up Xander's belly to his chest and holding there, just pressing deep and hard while Xander shuddered around him. Then the pull out - the slow push back and Xander breathed and arched - pushed back and tried to hold tight while Spike's hands roamed at random over his body. Brushing over a nipple or running his fingernails lightly up Xander's ribs - running his fingertips over the head of Xander's cock and then sliding them down, to cup and fondle his balls.
All so slow, so fucking slow and so very good and it didn't take long for Xander to start to beg, softly. For anything - for everything.
"Know a girl called Dawn?" Spike asked, his hips twisting and then thrusting, onetwothree - stopping again, and Xander groaned.
"D-dawn? I don't...know. Maybe. Kinda - god - kinda familiar."
"Skinny thing - long dark hair," Spike said - bit gently at Xander's neck, his hand fisting around Xander's cock and stroking him.
"I...d-don't think so. Spike, c'mon, please -"
"Mmm...so pretty when you beg, pet," Spike whispered - started to move faster, and harder, and his hand gripped tighter. His mouth found Xander's shoulder - shirt collar pulled wide - and bit down slowly, fangs delicately breaking the skin. Xander was panting - thrusting back - one hand on Spike's hip and the other fisted on the tomb wall. Sensation like electric snakes twisting through him as Spike fucked harder - snarling a little now, his hand fast and hard on Xander's cock. Xander arched, crying out - Spike's hips pounding hard enough to push him into the wall.
As they slowed, panting, Spike licked the bloody place on Xander's shoulder and kissed his jaw - lifted a damp hand and flicked his tongue over his own sticky fingers.
"What about the Slayer's little sister, then? What's her name?"
"Spike - Buffy doesn't - have a little sister. You know that," Xander said slowly. Although - hadn't she had...someone? Xander was sure he was forgetting something but - fuck - Spike was still stroking him - still moving in tiny little pushes and pulls inside him, revving up for round two and Xander didn't want to talk anymore.
As promised, here's the screencap of Robin Saches from 'Brideshead Revisited' - he's billed 'Old Etonian in the window' - hee! I must say, he looks very fine in his tux.
And news about the Pout!Verse! Yes, usually
txrabbit pouts and i post but motherboard issues and watching 'Long Way Round' and 'Brideshead' kinda...came first. :)*pets Rabbit*
So instead the newest bit is behind the cut - that work for you guys? The rest, as always, starts here at one and goes two, three, four, five, six, and seven.
Spike had been...weird for the past week. Just - odd. Coming over and staying, which he didn't do very often. Hanging around outside the Magic Box, waiting. Asking questions that Xander didn't have any real answers to.
Like tonight. Out on patrol, dealing with the usual. Some weird little demons in robes, running around like headless chickens. Xander had got seperated from Buffy and was trying to find her when Spike popped up out of nowhere, a little robed demon in his arms. Snapped its neck and then pushed Xander into the tomb they were currently leaning against.
Moonlight making a dapple pattern on the grey, moss-grown wall, rich scent of cut roses and damp earth and Spike's hands sliding up under Xander's shirt - Spike's mouth cool and smokey and soft, finding all the little places all along Xander's neck that drove him crazy.
"Spike - Jesus! Buffy could - come any - minute," Xander gasped out and Spike laughed into his neck; low, grumbling chuckle that made Xander shiver.
"So could I, love," he said. His thigh between Xander's thighs, his hips moving in a slow push and roll that seemed to squeeze the air out of Xander's lungs until he couldn't do anything but hang on and breathe.
Spike's hands did their clever little dance over Xander's button and zip - pushed and pulled and smoothed and then Xander was doing his best to claw through the granite of the tomb, moss under his fingernails and Spike's nails digging into his hips a little - Spike's teeth at the back of his neck and then at his earlobe as Spike's cock pushed slowly, slowly in and Xander couldn't move - couldn't breathe.
"What's the nasty of the week, then?" Spike asked, and Xander bumped his head once - twice - on the side of the tomb.
"God, don't - ask now, Jesus, Spike -"
"Shh, shh..." Spike pushed a little harder - pushed until he was skin to skin, his hands gliding up Xander's belly to his chest and holding there, just pressing deep and hard while Xander shuddered around him. Then the pull out - the slow push back and Xander breathed and arched - pushed back and tried to hold tight while Spike's hands roamed at random over his body. Brushing over a nipple or running his fingernails lightly up Xander's ribs - running his fingertips over the head of Xander's cock and then sliding them down, to cup and fondle his balls.
All so slow, so fucking slow and so very good and it didn't take long for Xander to start to beg, softly. For anything - for everything.
"Know a girl called Dawn?" Spike asked, his hips twisting and then thrusting, onetwothree - stopping again, and Xander groaned.
"D-dawn? I don't...know. Maybe. Kinda - god - kinda familiar."
"Skinny thing - long dark hair," Spike said - bit gently at Xander's neck, his hand fisting around Xander's cock and stroking him.
"I...d-don't think so. Spike, c'mon, please -"
"Mmm...so pretty when you beg, pet," Spike whispered - started to move faster, and harder, and his hand gripped tighter. His mouth found Xander's shoulder - shirt collar pulled wide - and bit down slowly, fangs delicately breaking the skin. Xander was panting - thrusting back - one hand on Spike's hip and the other fisted on the tomb wall. Sensation like electric snakes twisting through him as Spike fucked harder - snarling a little now, his hand fast and hard on Xander's cock. Xander arched, crying out - Spike's hips pounding hard enough to push him into the wall.
As they slowed, panting, Spike licked the bloody place on Xander's shoulder and kissed his jaw - lifted a damp hand and flicked his tongue over his own sticky fingers.
"What about the Slayer's little sister, then? What's her name?"
"Spike - Buffy doesn't - have a little sister. You know that," Xander said slowly. Although - hadn't she had...someone? Xander was sure he was forgetting something but - fuck - Spike was still stroking him - still moving in tiny little pushes and pulls inside him, revving up for round two and Xander didn't want to talk anymore.
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I meant Xander. Xander belongs with Angel.
But, yes, Spike does also. As does Lindsey and Wes and Gunn. Whether he's nice to them or not. And what do you mean Angel was never nice to Spike!?!? He didn't kill him, even though he was given opportunity after opportunity. And dude ... they held hands. They have HISTORY. They had sex for, like, years. Hard, hot, Vampire sex. k? The humans are nice. They are warm and fuzzy like puppies, fun to play with and keep as pets ... but the Vamps can have sex until they are broken and bleeding and weeping. Until they are done.
So yes. Everyone belongs to Angel, in the end.
*kisses you 'til you're breathless*
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He's not nice at ALL. He's snide and dismissive and puts down his dying to save the world as lame and...
*sniff*
He's MEAN.
Actually, I was so bouncey happy when Spike kicked his ASS. FUN!
*ahem*
I'm actually contemplating a Spike/Angel fic but it'll have to come later. Much later.
HEh.
*smooch smooch smooch*
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Ugh.
It was never.... Meanttobe. And you know it.
Besides. That forehead. My god. It's like... the vampire version of the First Slayer? Cromagnon!Vamp? Hello?
Muahahahhahaha...
Never meanttobe.
*mwah*
Yours.
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Potential.
Heh.
Not meanttobe, no, but...doable.
:)
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I reckon anything is doable!
Maybe... like...
~
"Right. What shall we do then, since we seem to be here, two blokes hangin' out and all that rot."
"I dunno Spike. I was thinking. I mean. We could sit here and brood together - we both know of course that you'll never be able to keep pace with me there. We could talk about Buffy. No. Wait. May as well go back to the brooding thing. We've had our ups and downs, but you know, here we are, and well, there's such a thing as water under the bridge, and even though I never thought I'd hear myself say this...."
"Right then. Water under the bridge. How typically cliche of you. So. byegones and all that eh? Fancy a shag then?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Spike."
"Well... I'm gettin' the feeling that we're being puppeteered by some eevol otherworldly writers, and there's really no getting out of it. Right. Let's get on with it then. Just don't do the vamp face thing. Your forehead is really... a bit much as it is."
~
<3
heeeeeee.
Come on, I'm just funnin'.
I like Angel sometimes. Like.. when.. umm.. Ok well I'll get back to you on that. =O.o=
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You know i must pimp this.
*heeeeeeee*
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His forehead really is a bit much... *g*
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Heheheheh.
heh.
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Dies. Laughing.
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What limitations were put on Spike's soul as opposed to Angel's? And if you couldn't have the person you wanted more than anything in the world, had to, in fact, stay away from her in order to let her have a semi-normal life ... how happy, thrilled, pleased would you be with the rest of your life?
Angel spent a hundred years coming to terms with the atrocities he'd committed as Angelus. Spike spent what? Two weeks in a basement? Depth of character, people. Depth of character.
Now, look! I LOVE Spike! I love Xander! And I'm not even going to address the comments about Angel's facial structure, because that's just whoa ... kindergarten.
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Um, I'm not the ace of canon or anything, but it seems to me that Spike didn't have a soul yet when he slung angel up and had him tortured. Ah the glory days, living fun and guilt free. What a delicious scene it was!
How many times did Angel save the world?
Not nearly as many times as Buffy did, but I don't consider that enough to redeem her of her gross shortfalls either. Saving the world is a nifty plot device, but sure not enough to make me like the characters simply because they fulfilled their white-hat-guy duty.
What limitations were put on Spike's soul as opposed to Angel's? And if you couldn't have the person you wanted more than anything in the world, had to, in fact, stay away from her in order to let her have a semi-normal life ... how happy, thrilled, pleased would you be with the rest of your life?
And voila, a license to brood.
I'm down with that.
And it works!
He really wouldn't be his Eeyore'ish self without said license. =)
Angel spent a hundred years coming to terms with the atrocities he'd committed as Angelus. Spike spent what? Two weeks in a basement? Depth of character, people. Depth of character.
Umm... here I tend to want to debate what that all really implies.
To me, I just see Spike as being able to "get over it and move on" a lot quicker than Angel did. Why? Depth of character? Dunno about that. Angel was a bit older, had more regrets, I might speculate that he just had more "conscience" about the atrocities he commited than Spike. Some men with souls can do a lot of evil anyway. (I might site a certain Nazi dictator as an example.) Does a lack of conscience for one's sins imply shallowness? I suppose that's all in how you like your character flavors. Personally I'm one of those guys who tends to root for a semi-likable villain to begin with. *grin* From my perspective, his quick ability to bounce back makes me feel like Spike is a lot more "in control" of his soul and his conscience than Angel ever was. Depth of character in this situation might be all in how you interpret things, dependant on what flavor of soul-wielding vampire you like. =)
And I'm not even going to address the comments about Angel's facial structure, because that's just whoa ... kindergarten.
How mean of me. Heeeee.
Like picking on the kids on the short bus. *Tsk Tsk. You ornery Cat.*
I know, I shouldn't pick on Angel's (well, Dave's) cranial malformity, it is rather juvenile.
Wait. Who said anything about wanting to grow up?
By damn I like being a kid! If we can't pick on some ficticious characters and some actors and actresses somewhere on the other side of the country from us, who can we pick on? *grin*
Sorry to dissapoint, I'm not an Angel luvva'.
BUT - like I said in my storyline post, I was just funnin'. I tend to mock him a lot. It's nothing personal.
Cheers!
Cat
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You're dissin' my boy! On my very own journal!!
*flails*
*sniffles*
Well...that's okay...you don't have to like him...
*sad look*
...
:)
You know i lurve you, right?
And, really...yeah, okay, you know i lurve Angel.
Just not as much as Spike.
*smooooooch*