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Title: All of them untitled
Rating: All different, only one NC-17, though
Author: chocgood84
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: Not my charcater, I don't get money and I don't get the spiffy job of making them do things.
These are all from prompts and requests that people made.
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amejisuto’s:
sound & color: gasping breath & silver:
The sound of gasping breath filled Xander’s universe. Panting like a wild animal, clawing at cool, pale flesh and writhing in exalted pleasure. All he knew was the scent of musk, the taste of his own thick saliva spiced with copper and iron - Spike. As climax overpowered him and sent him screaming and stuttering into oblivion, one thing tethered him to this plane of existence – the sheen of light as it bounced off a silver band around Spike’s second finger. His ring the thought of which sent him over the edge completely. He wasn’t sure he wanted to return.
scent: vanilla
Lavender and jasmine filled the air, thick with shadowy mist and heavy with steam. Light from hundreds of candles flickered in the small bathroom, making shadows rise and fall, dance and sway to silent inescapable music. The almost overpowering aroma of vanilla invaded Xander’s senses as he felt Spike slather more of the rich vanilla crème on his naked back, kneading it into sore muscles and sluicing it across sun burnt, peeling skin. The warmth of the bathwater lapping at his waist and the coolness of Spike’s touch made him shiver slightly; yet still he surrendered to the tender touch.
taste: strawberries
As Xander bit into the smallish strawberry, wincing slightly at the bitterness - still a little early for these, he was suddenly transported back in time to his childhood. His childhood before the booze and hatred, before things had gotten bad.
He remembered a car trip to visit some family in Illinois who lived on a farm. When they’d finally arrived, Xander was awestruck by the beauty. In every direction for miles, row after row of strawberry plants.
Xander now remembered, with pain and longing, the simplicity, the innocence, the eternity, of running through strawberries under the hot Illinois sun.
kyrieane’s:
icy cold wind on bare flesh
Moonlight, white and hazy, finally punched a hole through the clouds that had swarmed over Sunnydale for the better part of a week. Here, in the desert not too far outside of town, it seemed as if civilization were only a dream. The only sounds that pierced the heavy night were his own deep breathing and the wind, yawning and sweeping through Xander’s hair, its icy tentacles stinging his bare chest. Xander grinned to himself as he felt marble hands, as cold as the wind itself, running down his flanks and arms, tenderly caressing the skin under its possessive grip.
lunabee34’s:
sound: train whistle
As the topless convertible cruised through the desert at a speed that couldn’t possibly be anything other than hazardous to his health, Xander ran calloused fingers through his shaggy hair. He didn’t know where he was headed, but he knew he was heading towards something he’d been searching for his whole life, something big.
The piercing scream of a train whistle blew across the sandy plains, reminding him that he wasn’t the only human still alive. In other places all over the world, people were fighting, dying, loving, living. And for the first time, he understood why, wanted to live.
color: ebony
Xander wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The sun was beaming down on him today, and all he could feel was the stifling heat that radiated all around him. It was the kind of heat that made your lungs burn, your tongue thick and your teeth sticky.
But he hardly noticed this as he worked, chipping and carving at the solid block of ebony he’d found in the dust basin not far from here. His hands seemed work of their own accord, twisting and turning the wood.
He couldn’t wait to see it finished.
scent: burning tires
The acid smoke stung his eyes and pierced his lungs with a thousand bitter daggers. He choked back the bile that was building in his throat, rubbed his eyes, and turned, looking for some way to get away from the smell.
How they’d talked him into patrolling the junk yard, Xander didn’t know. But they’d done it. So here he was, walking around a dump in the middle of the night, trying to get away from the horrid stench of burning tires.
That is so the last time I show up late for a Scooby meeting, he thought to himself.
some kind of flowers
Xander stood, legs planted firmly in the soil, arms crossed over his chest, his head held high, looking out on the bluff. Daylight was fading fast, taking with it the warmth that the sun had brought them in this unusually cold spring.
Shivering, he zipped up the jacket he’d donned before leaving the apartment.
Moments passed, bringing the darkness that Xander had grown to love. As the last rays of peach and crimson streaked across the field, he gazed at the multitude of growing flames – daisies glowing fire from the sunlight, blazing brighter than the sun that gave them life.
catching_tigers’:
sound: snigger
He couldn’t help it, not really. This was just too funny, and if he didn’t let it out, he’d probably explode.
“Oi!” Spike exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Stop your sniggering, whelp! It’s not that bleeding funny.”
“Oh, it so is, Deadboy Junior,” Xander practically squealed, wheezing and choking on the laughter he’d finally let escape. “I had no idea pink looked so good on you.”
“Fuck off, wanker,” Spike muttered, smoothing out the creases. “You better really love me for this.”
“Oh, I do,” Xander said – pushing Spike out onto the stage of the 3rd annual Drag Queen Karaoke Contest.
color: jade
The pendant was gorgeous – antique silver, just slightly tarnished, large inlaid jade stone. Xander liked the heft of it in his hand, liked the coldness of the stone as he thumbed at the inset. He turned it, gawking at the price tag. Wrinkling his nose, he returned it to the clerk and walked hurriedly out of the store, slightly embarrassed.
The next morning, he was leaving his apartment and tripped over a small box on the floor. Inside, he found the charming pendant he’d eyed the day before. Attached to it, a hand-written note:
Looks good on you, love.
~ S.
scent: clean clothes; didn’t manage this, but it did give me an idea.
“Ah, laundry day,” Xander muttered, shuffling through the throngs of people. Seemed as if everyone in the city had decided they needed to wash their clothes right now
Xander rolled his eyes but continued to cram multiple loads and colors of clothes into a single washer. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and reached behind him to take Spike’s dirty clothes – a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and two socks. Wait –
“Spike!” He yelped, blanching at the naked vampire standing in the middle of the crowded laundro-mat.
“You said to give you all my dirties.” Spike answered innocently.
taste: mango
Xander bit into the mango, tasting sugar and sweet. He took another bite, realizing that the juice was streaming down his chin, pooling on his shirt. His fingers were sticky. For a moment, he considered getting up to grab a napkin.
That thought was quickly banished, however, when he felt a cool tongue at his neck, licking and sucking its way up and then along his jawline. Flickering licks and lingering kisses, Spike trailed his tongue across his boy’s lips, tasting the sweetness there, unsure whether it was the fruit or if it was Xander.
“Taste good, love,” he whispered.
Rating: All different, only one NC-17, though
Author: chocgood84
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: Not my charcater, I don't get money and I don't get the spiffy job of making them do things.
These are all from prompts and requests that people made.
amejisuto’s:sound & color: gasping breath & silver:
The sound of gasping breath filled Xander’s universe. Panting like a wild animal, clawing at cool, pale flesh and writhing in exalted pleasure. All he knew was the scent of musk, the taste of his own thick saliva spiced with copper and iron - Spike. As climax overpowered him and sent him screaming and stuttering into oblivion, one thing tethered him to this plane of existence – the sheen of light as it bounced off a silver band around Spike’s second finger. His ring the thought of which sent him over the edge completely. He wasn’t sure he wanted to return.
scent: vanilla
Lavender and jasmine filled the air, thick with shadowy mist and heavy with steam. Light from hundreds of candles flickered in the small bathroom, making shadows rise and fall, dance and sway to silent inescapable music. The almost overpowering aroma of vanilla invaded Xander’s senses as he felt Spike slather more of the rich vanilla crème on his naked back, kneading it into sore muscles and sluicing it across sun burnt, peeling skin. The warmth of the bathwater lapping at his waist and the coolness of Spike’s touch made him shiver slightly; yet still he surrendered to the tender touch.
taste: strawberries
As Xander bit into the smallish strawberry, wincing slightly at the bitterness - still a little early for these, he was suddenly transported back in time to his childhood. His childhood before the booze and hatred, before things had gotten bad.
He remembered a car trip to visit some family in Illinois who lived on a farm. When they’d finally arrived, Xander was awestruck by the beauty. In every direction for miles, row after row of strawberry plants.
Xander now remembered, with pain and longing, the simplicity, the innocence, the eternity, of running through strawberries under the hot Illinois sun.
kyrieane’s:icy cold wind on bare flesh
Moonlight, white and hazy, finally punched a hole through the clouds that had swarmed over Sunnydale for the better part of a week. Here, in the desert not too far outside of town, it seemed as if civilization were only a dream. The only sounds that pierced the heavy night were his own deep breathing and the wind, yawning and sweeping through Xander’s hair, its icy tentacles stinging his bare chest. Xander grinned to himself as he felt marble hands, as cold as the wind itself, running down his flanks and arms, tenderly caressing the skin under its possessive grip.
lunabee34’s:sound: train whistle
As the topless convertible cruised through the desert at a speed that couldn’t possibly be anything other than hazardous to his health, Xander ran calloused fingers through his shaggy hair. He didn’t know where he was headed, but he knew he was heading towards something he’d been searching for his whole life, something big.
The piercing scream of a train whistle blew across the sandy plains, reminding him that he wasn’t the only human still alive. In other places all over the world, people were fighting, dying, loving, living. And for the first time, he understood why, wanted to live.
color: ebony
Xander wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The sun was beaming down on him today, and all he could feel was the stifling heat that radiated all around him. It was the kind of heat that made your lungs burn, your tongue thick and your teeth sticky.
But he hardly noticed this as he worked, chipping and carving at the solid block of ebony he’d found in the dust basin not far from here. His hands seemed work of their own accord, twisting and turning the wood.
He couldn’t wait to see it finished.
scent: burning tires
The acid smoke stung his eyes and pierced his lungs with a thousand bitter daggers. He choked back the bile that was building in his throat, rubbed his eyes, and turned, looking for some way to get away from the smell.
How they’d talked him into patrolling the junk yard, Xander didn’t know. But they’d done it. So here he was, walking around a dump in the middle of the night, trying to get away from the horrid stench of burning tires.
That is so the last time I show up late for a Scooby meeting, he thought to himself.
some kind of flowers
Xander stood, legs planted firmly in the soil, arms crossed over his chest, his head held high, looking out on the bluff. Daylight was fading fast, taking with it the warmth that the sun had brought them in this unusually cold spring.
Shivering, he zipped up the jacket he’d donned before leaving the apartment.
Moments passed, bringing the darkness that Xander had grown to love. As the last rays of peach and crimson streaked across the field, he gazed at the multitude of growing flames – daisies glowing fire from the sunlight, blazing brighter than the sun that gave them life.
catching_tigers’:sound: snigger
He couldn’t help it, not really. This was just too funny, and if he didn’t let it out, he’d probably explode.
“Oi!” Spike exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Stop your sniggering, whelp! It’s not that bleeding funny.”
“Oh, it so is, Deadboy Junior,” Xander practically squealed, wheezing and choking on the laughter he’d finally let escape. “I had no idea pink looked so good on you.”
“Fuck off, wanker,” Spike muttered, smoothing out the creases. “You better really love me for this.”
“Oh, I do,” Xander said – pushing Spike out onto the stage of the 3rd annual Drag Queen Karaoke Contest.
color: jade
The pendant was gorgeous – antique silver, just slightly tarnished, large inlaid jade stone. Xander liked the heft of it in his hand, liked the coldness of the stone as he thumbed at the inset. He turned it, gawking at the price tag. Wrinkling his nose, he returned it to the clerk and walked hurriedly out of the store, slightly embarrassed.
The next morning, he was leaving his apartment and tripped over a small box on the floor. Inside, he found the charming pendant he’d eyed the day before. Attached to it, a hand-written note:
Looks good on you, love.
~ S.
scent: clean clothes; didn’t manage this, but it did give me an idea.
“Ah, laundry day,” Xander muttered, shuffling through the throngs of people. Seemed as if everyone in the city had decided they needed to wash their clothes right now
Xander rolled his eyes but continued to cram multiple loads and colors of clothes into a single washer. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and reached behind him to take Spike’s dirty clothes – a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and two socks. Wait –
“Spike!” He yelped, blanching at the naked vampire standing in the middle of the crowded laundro-mat.
“You said to give you all my dirties.” Spike answered innocently.
taste: mango
Xander bit into the mango, tasting sugar and sweet. He took another bite, realizing that the juice was streaming down his chin, pooling on his shirt. His fingers were sticky. For a moment, he considered getting up to grab a napkin.
That thought was quickly banished, however, when he felt a cool tongue at his neck, licking and sucking its way up and then along his jawline. Flickering licks and lingering kisses, Spike trailed his tongue across his boy’s lips, tasting the sweetness there, unsure whether it was the fruit or if it was Xander.
“Taste good, love,” he whispered.
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and it may just be me, but i love how the strength of their relationship seems to come through even here, when you dont really have many words in which to show the reader
anyway, well done :P i enjoyed them all.
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gorgeous love! simply gorgeous, all of them!
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