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Title: In Sunlight or in Shadow (7/?)
Author: chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Notes: I know I’m moving really slow, but I want to make sure it’s written well. And also – fb is *huge* plus:)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts here.
When Xander next opened his eyes, the room was cast in muted oranges and violet fuchsia as the sun was slowly pushed from the sky. Night was coming, bringing with it shadows and nightmares in a town full of beasts and mortality.
As Xander traced the shadows creeping up the walls and the light fade from behind the mini-blinds, he realized that for the first time in his existence he was on the other side. No longer the hunted, no longer afraid.
He inhaled an unneeded breath, savoring the taste and scent of pine and lemon, rolling it through his body and remembering cleaning the apartment before – was it last night?
A groggy groan from the space next to him reminded him of one very important addition to the apartment – Spike.
Xander rolled over, desperately but gently kicking and tugging at the sheets that were snaked and weaved around his naked legs. Reached out and ghost-stroked alabaster cheek with a porcelain hand. Hard and smooth, white as marble.
Spike purred at Xander’s there-but-not caress, leaning into the loving touch but not waking. He was burrowed into pillows and blankets, only his head poking out from the warmth of well-worn flannel sheets and cotton comforters.
Xander smiled, possession and submission a constant pressure coursing through his cold veins. At last the fading light surrendered the rooms to total darkness, shadows gone but hiding in corners and lurking behind furniture.
“Huh, not afraid of the dark anymore,” he realized as he got up from the bed, shuffling into the bathroom.
Flinching at the blazing white light that filled the normally tranquil place, he made his way to the bathtub, a gorgeous old marble claw-foot he had found at a recent restoration project and brought home. It was much longer than himself, even if he laid down fully inside of it. It took a while to fill, but Xander had found that nothing was better at the end of a long day of destruction and demon haunting than making Xander Stew.
After cranking the “hot” lever to full power, he flicked the over head light off. He opted to light the two dozen or so candles that were scattered in the room as opposed to the garish florescent light that seemed mercilessly bright now.
The shadows returned to battle the flickering flames, dancing and churning in fits and spasms. Xander became mesmerized by the sight of the frolicking splotches of darkness that bounced and glided like upset hummingbirds. Something unnerved him; something in the shadows wasn’t right. Something he couldn’t quite figure out.
He shook himself, trying to rid himself of the strangeness that had settled on him like dust. Trying to get his nerves reined back and the new/old demon inside him to calm down.
At last, whatever it was that unnerved him moved on. Xander sighed, returning to the bath and shutting the water off. Steam rushed to greet his face, warm and sweet against his cool skin. He shuddered at the sensation, smiling once again.
Wincing slightly at the water’s fiery bite, Xander stepped into the great tub, slinking down into the water like the melting wax of the candles. He let out a nearly orgasmic gasp at the white hot deliciously enveloping water.
Leaning against the slanted back of the tub, he reached out to the shelf beside and pressed “Play” on the small stereo. Closed his eyes and listened as the mechanic whiz of the CD fired and whirled. He hummed softly with the first few piano notes that whisked out of the speakers. Silently mouthing the first few chords as he lay silent and motionless, basking in the liquid sunshine.
Tom Waits’ gravely voice echoed through the room as he sang. Xander whispered the words in synch, the song being one of his favorites.
“We do crazy things when we’re wounded. Everybody’s a little bit insane…Out walking in the rain” he sang softly, voice husky with emotion.
He was surprised but not startled to feel strong hands on his shoulder and soft lips at his throat. Gasp of ecstasy, breath of enjoyment, sigh of longing.
The lips made their way up softly, gently, from throat to lips for another achingly possessive, tenderly loving, in-dubiously erotic kiss.
Spike’s voice was like silk on Xander’s ears, nails on his back, sending shivers rolling through his body like a brook over stone.
“And I admit that I ain't no angel. I admit that I ain't no saint…” Spike sang, missing not a note and forgetting not a word as he sank into the bath, sandwiched between Xander and the back of the tub. He wrapped his legs around Xander’s, his arms around Xander’s chest, entwining their fingers, smiling widely when Xander leaned back against the blonde vampire and letting Spike support him.
“I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too…” Spike whispered against Xander’s ear, reaching out for the soap and dragging it across Xander’s chest, scrubbing softly in circles, pinching the stone-hard nipples lightly.
“When they leave they're so hard to find,” Xander finished, sucking in breath after breath of sauna-moist air.
“S-Spike?” He choked as Spike nipped at his neck again, running the soap across his abs, lathering slowly and purposely.
“Hmmmm?” Spike hummed against Xander’s neck, dragging his tongue across the scar there.
“Ah, God….Spike…” Xander tried again, racked once more with quakes as Spike thrust ever-so-gently against his back while at the same time dripping the soap to his thighs.
“What is it, love? Got something to say, do you?” Breath and lips and teeth against Xander’s ear, tongue swift and sweet as it traced from cartilage to ear lobe.
“Love you, Spike. Love you so much…” Xander’s words drifted away, billowing up from his body, joining and following the path of the steam.
Spike turned Xander around and crushed their bodies together. Face to face, chest to chest, cock to cock. Xander let a moan escape as he peered into Spike’s eyes for what seemed like the first time. Every time seemed the first time when you became trapped in those damned eyes.
“Love…doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about you, Xander. You’re…you’re mine, you understand? Never let you go, love. Never let you go.”
Xander almost laughed as he realized there were crystal tears melting from Spike’s cerulean eyes. He noticed tears were rolling from his as well, and finally gave into what seemed so…Terms of Endearment.
He lay his head on Spike’s chest, giving into the tears again. He let Spike wrap his arms around him and just hold him, just touch him. Kissing his hair, his temple, running his so smooth hands over wet flesh so soft and taut.
The candles flickered and swayed again, as if in rhythm to the song that stilled swelled and echoed through the room. Xander hummed and Spike sang to Xander as the music began to fade…
“And I admit that I ain't no angel. I admit that I ain't no saint. I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too; when they leave they're so hard to find…”
Author: chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Notes: I know I’m moving really slow, but I want to make sure it’s written well. And also – fb is *huge* plus:)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts here.
When Xander next opened his eyes, the room was cast in muted oranges and violet fuchsia as the sun was slowly pushed from the sky. Night was coming, bringing with it shadows and nightmares in a town full of beasts and mortality.
As Xander traced the shadows creeping up the walls and the light fade from behind the mini-blinds, he realized that for the first time in his existence he was on the other side. No longer the hunted, no longer afraid.
He inhaled an unneeded breath, savoring the taste and scent of pine and lemon, rolling it through his body and remembering cleaning the apartment before – was it last night?
A groggy groan from the space next to him reminded him of one very important addition to the apartment – Spike.
Xander rolled over, desperately but gently kicking and tugging at the sheets that were snaked and weaved around his naked legs. Reached out and ghost-stroked alabaster cheek with a porcelain hand. Hard and smooth, white as marble.
Spike purred at Xander’s there-but-not caress, leaning into the loving touch but not waking. He was burrowed into pillows and blankets, only his head poking out from the warmth of well-worn flannel sheets and cotton comforters.
Xander smiled, possession and submission a constant pressure coursing through his cold veins. At last the fading light surrendered the rooms to total darkness, shadows gone but hiding in corners and lurking behind furniture.
“Huh, not afraid of the dark anymore,” he realized as he got up from the bed, shuffling into the bathroom.
Flinching at the blazing white light that filled the normally tranquil place, he made his way to the bathtub, a gorgeous old marble claw-foot he had found at a recent restoration project and brought home. It was much longer than himself, even if he laid down fully inside of it. It took a while to fill, but Xander had found that nothing was better at the end of a long day of destruction and demon haunting than making Xander Stew.
After cranking the “hot” lever to full power, he flicked the over head light off. He opted to light the two dozen or so candles that were scattered in the room as opposed to the garish florescent light that seemed mercilessly bright now.
The shadows returned to battle the flickering flames, dancing and churning in fits and spasms. Xander became mesmerized by the sight of the frolicking splotches of darkness that bounced and glided like upset hummingbirds. Something unnerved him; something in the shadows wasn’t right. Something he couldn’t quite figure out.
He shook himself, trying to rid himself of the strangeness that had settled on him like dust. Trying to get his nerves reined back and the new/old demon inside him to calm down.
At last, whatever it was that unnerved him moved on. Xander sighed, returning to the bath and shutting the water off. Steam rushed to greet his face, warm and sweet against his cool skin. He shuddered at the sensation, smiling once again.
Wincing slightly at the water’s fiery bite, Xander stepped into the great tub, slinking down into the water like the melting wax of the candles. He let out a nearly orgasmic gasp at the white hot deliciously enveloping water.
Leaning against the slanted back of the tub, he reached out to the shelf beside and pressed “Play” on the small stereo. Closed his eyes and listened as the mechanic whiz of the CD fired and whirled. He hummed softly with the first few piano notes that whisked out of the speakers. Silently mouthing the first few chords as he lay silent and motionless, basking in the liquid sunshine.
Tom Waits’ gravely voice echoed through the room as he sang. Xander whispered the words in synch, the song being one of his favorites.
“We do crazy things when we’re wounded. Everybody’s a little bit insane…Out walking in the rain” he sang softly, voice husky with emotion.
He was surprised but not startled to feel strong hands on his shoulder and soft lips at his throat. Gasp of ecstasy, breath of enjoyment, sigh of longing.
The lips made their way up softly, gently, from throat to lips for another achingly possessive, tenderly loving, in-dubiously erotic kiss.
Spike’s voice was like silk on Xander’s ears, nails on his back, sending shivers rolling through his body like a brook over stone.
“And I admit that I ain't no angel. I admit that I ain't no saint…” Spike sang, missing not a note and forgetting not a word as he sank into the bath, sandwiched between Xander and the back of the tub. He wrapped his legs around Xander’s, his arms around Xander’s chest, entwining their fingers, smiling widely when Xander leaned back against the blonde vampire and letting Spike support him.
“I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too…” Spike whispered against Xander’s ear, reaching out for the soap and dragging it across Xander’s chest, scrubbing softly in circles, pinching the stone-hard nipples lightly.
“When they leave they're so hard to find,” Xander finished, sucking in breath after breath of sauna-moist air.
“S-Spike?” He choked as Spike nipped at his neck again, running the soap across his abs, lathering slowly and purposely.
“Hmmmm?” Spike hummed against Xander’s neck, dragging his tongue across the scar there.
“Ah, God….Spike…” Xander tried again, racked once more with quakes as Spike thrust ever-so-gently against his back while at the same time dripping the soap to his thighs.
“What is it, love? Got something to say, do you?” Breath and lips and teeth against Xander’s ear, tongue swift and sweet as it traced from cartilage to ear lobe.
“Love you, Spike. Love you so much…” Xander’s words drifted away, billowing up from his body, joining and following the path of the steam.
Spike turned Xander around and crushed their bodies together. Face to face, chest to chest, cock to cock. Xander let a moan escape as he peered into Spike’s eyes for what seemed like the first time. Every time seemed the first time when you became trapped in those damned eyes.
“Love…doesn’t begin to describe how I feel about you, Xander. You’re…you’re mine, you understand? Never let you go, love. Never let you go.”
Xander almost laughed as he realized there were crystal tears melting from Spike’s cerulean eyes. He noticed tears were rolling from his as well, and finally gave into what seemed so…Terms of Endearment.
He lay his head on Spike’s chest, giving into the tears again. He let Spike wrap his arms around him and just hold him, just touch him. Kissing his hair, his temple, running his so smooth hands over wet flesh so soft and taut.
The candles flickered and swayed again, as if in rhythm to the song that stilled swelled and echoed through the room. Xander hummed and Spike sang to Xander as the music began to fade…
“And I admit that I ain't no angel. I admit that I ain't no saint. I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too; when they leave they're so hard to find…”
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Great chapter!! Damn good.
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Thanks, babe! Can you tell I'm a sucker for romance? *le sigh*
Great chapter!! Damn good.
Thank you so much! I'm hoping to pound out another chapter this weekend, but we'll see how it goes, eh? *g*
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Thank you! Music is really important to me, especially in a fic. I feel it really sets the tone for the piece, you know?
This was super sexy, but also very emotional and loving. I'm absolutely loving this.
Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it *g*. More soon!
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Also a big sucker for the romance. *sighs happily* I think I almost cried with them. Damn, that was gorgeous. Lovely job sweetie.
Want more. ~_^
~Nebula
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Also a big sucker for the romance. *sighs happily* I think I almost cried with them. Damn, that was gorgeous. Lovely job sweetie.
Awww, so sweet! Thank you!