Happy Birthday, kenyacandoit!

[anon_123]

Happy birthday, Kenya!

Title: Half the Battle
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Summary: Xander left after Entropy, Spike gets sent to find him. Things...happen. Xander wants to know some things, because, as G.I. Joe says, "Knowing is half the battle."

Comments

[darkhavens]

Oh, that was delicious! ::shivers with joy::

[kenyacandoit]

I'm just about too emotional to say anything here. Not just from the story, which I'll get to, but from the gratitude and awe I feel at the receipt of this glorious gift.

I feel completely in awe at the generosity that caused you to write this. I don't think you could understand the depth of my feelings about this wonderful thing you have done for me.

I'm not anybody special in LJ land. I read voraciously, comment sporadically, but have never in the one and a half years that I've been in this community clicked - for want of a better descriptive - with you lovely people like I've craved to do. Oh, there are so many sweet and caring people that have been just so nice to me, but I've not found - or maybe I mean "not finessed" - the sort of relationships I see every day. And it makes me sad. And it's my fault, I know. I'm just not putting myself out there enough, I suppose.

To try to clarify what I boringly rambling about: having a fic written specifically for my pleasure is the rarest occasion. ladycat777 wrote one for me also, and I

[dancetomato]

“So, now I know,” he said quietly.

Spike smiled and tilted his head. “So now you know.”

This is a truly amazing story. You have so artfully woven together the things I love about Spike and Xander: the potential for hot, violent fucking; the two lonely men getting some pleasure with each other; and then the discovery that they fit together, physically and emotionally, like a yin and yang. I cannot thank you enough for writing this story. I am also incredibly grateful to kenyacandoit for being born.

[piratepurple]

*sigh* That was completely wonderful. I am at a loss for words.

[tabaqui]

OOh, pretty.
Pretty, pretty, pretty.
I like that, them both having a little solace and tenderness...

And you can imagine it becoming something more, from there.
Really lovely.