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15 minute fic (BtVS: Spike/Xander, R)
Title: IDEK?
Fandom: BtVS (Spike/Xander)
Rating: Rish? (Eventually, I swear)
Word Count: 1200 (total for the 3 related ficlets)
A/N: So I started playing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15_minute_fics today to distract myself and thought that maybe I could do some Spander, since it's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sublimatedangel's birthday. I, er... well, I tried, hon! LJ wouldn't let me post this earlier, but I tried to do that too - happy belated bday!
(Unbeated, so read at your own risk!)
This Week's Word: Still
Beeping.
Bloody beeping was the only noise in the whole place and Spike had to be grateful for it, each pitiful ding an affirmation, proof of the stupid boys' heart.
He could've told them the thing was wonky. Didn't have to know Xander well to know that. Didn't have to have a couple thousand volts run through it to prove the point.
Fucking Carldalfi demons.
Spike stared at Xander's chest. It was moving, he knew it was – the winging machines told him that, didn't they? – but he couldn't see it through the blankets, wires and tubes. As far as Spike could see, Xander was stone, motionless as the grave.
The idiot should never be that still. Xander was motion – hands, mouth and eyes constantly flapping, taking everything in and putting it all back out there, hanging on his bloody sleeve, ripe for anyone to see. For anyone to take.
Only when the bustling nurse dropped her armload of whatsits did Spike notice he was growling. He cleared his throat loudly and coughed. "Bit of a frog," he offered in her general direction as he stepped out from behind the curtain.
She startled out, "You can't be here, sir," but her pulse quickly settled back down to an inviting, warm thumpthuma. Spike closed his eyes against it. He pushed his focus back toward the low thrum of Xander buried under the incessant beeping, brushing the boy's hair off his slack face.
Spike sighed and wished for a fag. If he tried to eat the girl, he'd end up on the cot next to Xander, or wake in the morgue (pre-autopsy, if he was lucky).
Luck was not always Spike's best friend. She could actually be quite the bitch. He left, shutting the door firmly behind him, not waiting for its slow, automatic close.
Tonight, the bitch'd better be on his side. Tonight, he had some Cardalfis to shred, and not even luck was going to stand in his way.
A/N: Er... that was supposed to be sexy!spander!funtimes. Didn't exactly go where I wanted it to. Perhaps the word "Still" as a prompt was too much for my brain while sitting in an ER waiting room. Lemme try again...
Last Week's Word: Maybe
Xander stared.
He couldn't help it – he physically could not avert his eyes.
Which, of course, was exactly what the damned vampire had intended when he'd started to strip in the middle of Xander's basement.
Spike's shirt hit the floor at Xander's feet, but Xander didn't look. He was waaay too busy watching Spike's hand on his belt buckle, watching the leather bend and slide as he slid the belt free. Xander could feel those fingers ghosting across his own skin, coaxing him loose and free.
Spike shimmied out of his shredded jeans, and Xander continued to stare. The vampire stood - completely naked and utterly comfortable about it – in the middle of the room and stared back at Xander.
Slowly, it occurred to Xander that Spike's mouth was moving. Sound? Yes, there was sound, too. Spike was talking to him. "Can you tell from there?" he said inexplicably.
Xander dragged his eyes up to Spike's face. Spike's expression was stern, but his eyes were dancing.
"Maybe?" Xander replied tentatively, his whole body a question arching toward Spike's. He had absolutely no idea what Spike was talking about.
"You've gone completely daft, haven't you?" Spike asked. He advanced on Xander. "Did the Cardalfis scramble your brains along with your heart?" Toe-to-toe, Spike grabbed Xander's chin and peered into Xander's eyes.
Xander did not squeak.
Much.
He didn't pull away at all, but that was probably because Spike had a really strong grip on his chin.
Spike clucked at him, then pulled his chin down, pointing Xander's gaze toward the floor – not that it made it all the way there. "Well?" Spike demanded.
"Well." Xander swallowed thickly. "I think we've established that you're not a natural blonde."
A/N: Well, that was 15 minutes again. I got some naked in there, but hardly sexyfuntimes. Lemme give it one last try.
The Week Before That's Word: Applause
"Oi!" Even in his distracted state, Xander couldn't take the outrage in Spike's voice seriously. "The hip, mister! You're supposed to be looking at my hip!"
Xander let a half-manic giggle slip through his control as he brought his eyes first left, then right… but his amusement stopped dead when he spotted the jagged gash that split Spike's side from mid-torso to almost-knee. A little nick on the hip - maybe in vivisection world!
This was… Xander's stomach roiled and his hand reached out without his consent. Spike's skin was smooth and cool against his own as he traced the edge of the wound. Xander heard himself ask, "Does it hurt?" and cursed himself for asking such a stupid question. "Of course it hurts, it's deep and angry looking and who knew those things would need claws that long, what with the electric-whamo tentacles and all…"
Spike shifted further into Xander's space. Xander sucked in a sudden breath and swayed in toward Spike. Quietly, he asked, "Did you get them? Are they all gone?"
Close. Spike was very close. His growling tickled behind Xander's ear and that… funny wasn't what that was at all. Xander tried willing himself to stop panting. It didn't really work, not with Spike's lips just behind his ear.
"Yeah," Spike whispered. "I got 'em all."
Relief sent the rest of Xander's blood loose (Southward bound!) and he sagged into the vampire.
Catching Xander up, Spike drawled, "Well somebody knows how to applaud a hero," and gave a languorous roll of his hips.
"You seem to be familiar with the standing 'O' yourself." Xander slapped his hand over his mouth, but it was too late to stop the mortifying words.
Chuckling, Spike walked him backward by the simple expedient pushing on his chest. Xander's calves hit the mattress a second before his ass did. He didn't even have time to breathe in before Spike's knees hit the mattress on either side.
"Relax," said the naked vampire straddling him. Yeah, riiiiiiight…
"We wouldn't want to put too much strain on that heart of yours, it's had a hard,” and on the word Spike actually ground down against him, grinning, "day, after all. Just lie back and lemme do all the work." Spike leaned them both down toward the mattress, their cocks aligning through the increasingly tight fabric of Xander's pants.
Spike's hand between them made quick work of Xander's fly and then even quicker work of palming their cocks together and setting a rhythm.
Xander made quicker still work of things, and managed to paint Spike with come from neck to groin in the process. He tried to turn away, to bury his face in his hands and just die, but Spike wasn't having any of that. Spike muttered, "Sushhh," and slid his free hand over Xander's mouth, effectively stopping Xander's embarrassed stuttering in its tracks. Snugging close, Spike curled around Xander and wrapped Xander's right hand around his cock, pacing it with a firm pressure from his own.
It didn't really take Spike very long, either, before he was shooting messily across Xander's stomach. Spike collapsed gently onto Xander, and Xander leaned in and tasted that smooth arch of neck, drawing his tongue down the line of it before coming to a stop in the hollow above Spike's collarbone and just breathing him in. He ran his hands down Spike's sides, gentling him, coaxing him to stay right where he was.
The nasty gash was already starting to fade
A/N: Porn powers activated! Ok, so it was kinda a lame effort but, with the day I've had, I dare say any porn counts (even if I'm posting it a little late) – any porn is good porn, right? ::listens to crickets::
Fandom: BtVS (Spike/Xander)
Rating: Rish? (Eventually, I swear)
Word Count: 1200 (total for the 3 related ficlets)
A/N: So I started playing with
15_minute_fics today to distract myself and thought that maybe I could do some Spander, since it's sublimatedangel's birthday. I, er... well, I tried, hon! LJ wouldn't let me post this earlier, but I tried to do that too - happy belated bday! (Unbeated, so read at your own risk!)
This Week's Word: Still
Beeping.
Bloody beeping was the only noise in the whole place and Spike had to be grateful for it, each pitiful ding an affirmation, proof of the stupid boys' heart.
He could've told them the thing was wonky. Didn't have to know Xander well to know that. Didn't have to have a couple thousand volts run through it to prove the point.
Fucking Carldalfi demons.
Spike stared at Xander's chest. It was moving, he knew it was – the winging machines told him that, didn't they? – but he couldn't see it through the blankets, wires and tubes. As far as Spike could see, Xander was stone, motionless as the grave.
The idiot should never be that still. Xander was motion – hands, mouth and eyes constantly flapping, taking everything in and putting it all back out there, hanging on his bloody sleeve, ripe for anyone to see. For anyone to take.
Only when the bustling nurse dropped her armload of whatsits did Spike notice he was growling. He cleared his throat loudly and coughed. "Bit of a frog," he offered in her general direction as he stepped out from behind the curtain.
She startled out, "You can't be here, sir," but her pulse quickly settled back down to an inviting, warm thumpthuma. Spike closed his eyes against it. He pushed his focus back toward the low thrum of Xander buried under the incessant beeping, brushing the boy's hair off his slack face.
Spike sighed and wished for a fag. If he tried to eat the girl, he'd end up on the cot next to Xander, or wake in the morgue (pre-autopsy, if he was lucky).
Luck was not always Spike's best friend. She could actually be quite the bitch. He left, shutting the door firmly behind him, not waiting for its slow, automatic close.
Tonight, the bitch'd better be on his side. Tonight, he had some Cardalfis to shred, and not even luck was going to stand in his way.
A/N: Er... that was supposed to be sexy!spander!funtimes. Didn't exactly go where I wanted it to. Perhaps the word "Still" as a prompt was too much for my brain while sitting in an ER waiting room. Lemme try again...
Last Week's Word: Maybe
Xander stared.
He couldn't help it – he physically could not avert his eyes.
Which, of course, was exactly what the damned vampire had intended when he'd started to strip in the middle of Xander's basement.
Spike's shirt hit the floor at Xander's feet, but Xander didn't look. He was waaay too busy watching Spike's hand on his belt buckle, watching the leather bend and slide as he slid the belt free. Xander could feel those fingers ghosting across his own skin, coaxing him loose and free.
Spike shimmied out of his shredded jeans, and Xander continued to stare. The vampire stood - completely naked and utterly comfortable about it – in the middle of the room and stared back at Xander.
Slowly, it occurred to Xander that Spike's mouth was moving. Sound? Yes, there was sound, too. Spike was talking to him. "Can you tell from there?" he said inexplicably.
Xander dragged his eyes up to Spike's face. Spike's expression was stern, but his eyes were dancing.
"Maybe?" Xander replied tentatively, his whole body a question arching toward Spike's. He had absolutely no idea what Spike was talking about.
"You've gone completely daft, haven't you?" Spike asked. He advanced on Xander. "Did the Cardalfis scramble your brains along with your heart?" Toe-to-toe, Spike grabbed Xander's chin and peered into Xander's eyes.
Xander did not squeak.
Much.
He didn't pull away at all, but that was probably because Spike had a really strong grip on his chin.
Spike clucked at him, then pulled his chin down, pointing Xander's gaze toward the floor – not that it made it all the way there. "Well?" Spike demanded.
"Well." Xander swallowed thickly. "I think we've established that you're not a natural blonde."
A/N: Well, that was 15 minutes again. I got some naked in there, but hardly sexyfuntimes. Lemme give it one last try.
The Week Before That's Word: Applause
"Oi!" Even in his distracted state, Xander couldn't take the outrage in Spike's voice seriously. "The hip, mister! You're supposed to be looking at my hip!"
Xander let a half-manic giggle slip through his control as he brought his eyes first left, then right… but his amusement stopped dead when he spotted the jagged gash that split Spike's side from mid-torso to almost-knee. A little nick on the hip - maybe in vivisection world!
This was… Xander's stomach roiled and his hand reached out without his consent. Spike's skin was smooth and cool against his own as he traced the edge of the wound. Xander heard himself ask, "Does it hurt?" and cursed himself for asking such a stupid question. "Of course it hurts, it's deep and angry looking and who knew those things would need claws that long, what with the electric-whamo tentacles and all…"
Spike shifted further into Xander's space. Xander sucked in a sudden breath and swayed in toward Spike. Quietly, he asked, "Did you get them? Are they all gone?"
Close. Spike was very close. His growling tickled behind Xander's ear and that… funny wasn't what that was at all. Xander tried willing himself to stop panting. It didn't really work, not with Spike's lips just behind his ear.
"Yeah," Spike whispered. "I got 'em all."
Relief sent the rest of Xander's blood loose (Southward bound!) and he sagged into the vampire.
Catching Xander up, Spike drawled, "Well somebody knows how to applaud a hero," and gave a languorous roll of his hips.
"You seem to be familiar with the standing 'O' yourself." Xander slapped his hand over his mouth, but it was too late to stop the mortifying words.
Chuckling, Spike walked him backward by the simple expedient pushing on his chest. Xander's calves hit the mattress a second before his ass did. He didn't even have time to breathe in before Spike's knees hit the mattress on either side.
"Relax," said the naked vampire straddling him. Yeah, riiiiiiight…
"We wouldn't want to put too much strain on that heart of yours, it's had a hard,” and on the word Spike actually ground down against him, grinning, "day, after all. Just lie back and lemme do all the work." Spike leaned them both down toward the mattress, their cocks aligning through the increasingly tight fabric of Xander's pants.
Spike's hand between them made quick work of Xander's fly and then even quicker work of palming their cocks together and setting a rhythm.
Xander made quicker still work of things, and managed to paint Spike with come from neck to groin in the process. He tried to turn away, to bury his face in his hands and just die, but Spike wasn't having any of that. Spike muttered, "Sushhh," and slid his free hand over Xander's mouth, effectively stopping Xander's embarrassed stuttering in its tracks. Snugging close, Spike curled around Xander and wrapped Xander's right hand around his cock, pacing it with a firm pressure from his own.
It didn't really take Spike very long, either, before he was shooting messily across Xander's stomach. Spike collapsed gently onto Xander, and Xander leaned in and tasted that smooth arch of neck, drawing his tongue down the line of it before coming to a stop in the hollow above Spike's collarbone and just breathing him in. He ran his hands down Spike's sides, gentling him, coaxing him to stay right where he was.
The nasty gash was already starting to fade
A/N: Porn powers activated! Ok, so it was kinda a lame effort but, with the day I've had, I dare say any porn counts (even if I'm posting it a little late) – any porn is good porn, right? ::listens to crickets::