Fic: Drabbles for fall_for_sx, Batch 2
Second batch of the lot! :D
For _sharvie_:Thunder and rain storm
Xander shook himself vigorously, spraying water everywhere like a wet dog, as he and Spike finally reached their home. Undressing as he walked, he made a beeline for the bathroom and the shower, dropping clothes everywhere.
Spike followed him in the same fashion, and then they stood together underneath the hot spray, their sighs, moans and groans easily shutting out the rolling of thunder and hammering of rain outside.
For mentalstaples: whispering
Nothing but a whisper. Later, that would be all that was left of the Xander she remembered. In a whisper of "I gotta go," he left all that he had known behind, most of all his friends, and swinging his leg over the motorcycle, he disappeared into the night.
When he came back, at the end of the summer, everything was different. And she couldn't even blame Spike.
Because Spike had been the reason he came back. Except that Spike was dust now, and there was nothing left for him to return to.
And with a whispered "goodbye," Xander was gone for good.
For spikedluv: flesh hitting flesh
"No. One. Hurts. My. Xander!" Spike groused as his fist connected again and again with the flabby bulk of some demon of the week that had dared to touch his lover with its mildly poisonous to human skin.
It wasn't really bad, to be honest, merely an itch and slight reddening of the skin, but Xander knew that Spike needed to beat something up, and this was the perfect excuse.
So when Spike later came to him all covered in ichors, he didn't say a word, just shoved him under the shower to clean.
And when the sound of flesh hitting flesh met his ears again, it was much more welcome, for it meant that Spike was fucking him. And that was the best thing ever.
For atalante3134: animal noises
Spike really didn't know why he had agreed to move out onto a farm with Xander. Not only was that the one place in the world that was exactly opposed to a vampire's nature, but the cock's a-doodlings every morning just when he was trying to go to sleep were starting to shred his last nerve.
So when he got up that evening, he was about ready to suggest they move back to the city.
Except Xander came in from a day working out on the field, tan and hot and oh-so-sexy, and all thought of moving fled from Spike's brain.
And so it continued, day in day out, until the cock died, and Spike himself urged Xander to get a new one. Because he missed the sound, Spike explained.
For _sharvie_:Thunder and rain storm
Xander shook himself vigorously, spraying water everywhere like a wet dog, as he and Spike finally reached their home. Undressing as he walked, he made a beeline for the bathroom and the shower, dropping clothes everywhere.
Spike followed him in the same fashion, and then they stood together underneath the hot spray, their sighs, moans and groans easily shutting out the rolling of thunder and hammering of rain outside.
For mentalstaples: whispering
Nothing but a whisper. Later, that would be all that was left of the Xander she remembered. In a whisper of "I gotta go," he left all that he had known behind, most of all his friends, and swinging his leg over the motorcycle, he disappeared into the night.
When he came back, at the end of the summer, everything was different. And she couldn't even blame Spike.
Because Spike had been the reason he came back. Except that Spike was dust now, and there was nothing left for him to return to.
And with a whispered "goodbye," Xander was gone for good.
For spikedluv: flesh hitting flesh
"No. One. Hurts. My. Xander!" Spike groused as his fist connected again and again with the flabby bulk of some demon of the week that had dared to touch his lover with its mildly poisonous to human skin.
It wasn't really bad, to be honest, merely an itch and slight reddening of the skin, but Xander knew that Spike needed to beat something up, and this was the perfect excuse.
So when Spike later came to him all covered in ichors, he didn't say a word, just shoved him under the shower to clean.
And when the sound of flesh hitting flesh met his ears again, it was much more welcome, for it meant that Spike was fucking him. And that was the best thing ever.
For atalante3134: animal noises
Spike really didn't know why he had agreed to move out onto a farm with Xander. Not only was that the one place in the world that was exactly opposed to a vampire's nature, but the cock's a-doodlings every morning just when he was trying to go to sleep were starting to shred his last nerve.
So when he got up that evening, he was about ready to suggest they move back to the city.
Except Xander came in from a day working out on the field, tan and hot and oh-so-sexy, and all thought of moving fled from Spike's brain.
And so it continued, day in day out, until the cock died, and Spike himself urged Xander to get a new one. Because he missed the sound, Spike explained.