1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 40b | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 52b | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | 72 | 73 | 74 | 75 | 76 | 77 | 78 | 79 | 80 | 81 | 82 | 83 | 84 | 85 | 86 | 87 | 88 | 89 | 90 | 91 | 92 | 93 | 94 | 95 | 96 | 97 | 98
href="non90.html">90Sajinn
No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
Happy Birthday, Aly.
"I miss home."
Spike stared emotionlessly into the stygian darkness that was the night sky. Xander stood next to him, so close that the human's warmth was like a living thing, clawing the ground with impatient glee. So close, his lover was, but... instead of wondering when they would next come together, Xander was thinking of home.
A faint hint of disappointment, colored heavily with resigned regret, fluttered through Spike's mind. He should've seen this coming. He *had* seen it, but had chosen to ignore the human's restlessness. Sunnydale was not where Spike wanted to be, ever.
Xander knew what Spike was thinking, something that would have scared the boy a lot more if he wasn't thinking the same thing. He didn't want to miss home, but he did. After all, no one in Sunnydale gave one hot damn about him. No, he held no illusions that the only reason they'd been pursued was principle. As a Scoobie, Xander belonged to Buffy. The Slayer did not share her toys with vampires, so Spike and Xander were on the run.
And besides, when his happy little world came crashing down, Xander wanted to be near his friends, the one who would intersperse their 'I told you so' mutterings with hugs and mugs of cocoa. After all, this had to end. All good things did.
"Why?"
Xander turned a little, so he could see Spike. "Why what?"
"Why do you miss it?" Spike asked. He wanted to know why Xander missed the festering, dirty world of Sunnydale. They were standing in a wild, thriving grassland, teeming with life and vibrant with unadulterated nature. What was there in Sunnydale to compete?
Xander shrugged. "My friends? My apartment?"
"Oh," Spike murmured. He looked down at the ground. Traces of dust and dried plant matter marred the scarred surface of his boots. "I'm here."
Xander stared up at the stars. There were a great deal more stars in Paraguay than in California. Maybe Paraguay was in a different dimension. "For now, yeah."
Spike's teeth clacked together as his jaw clenched. He knew what this was about. Hells, the last time Xander's damnable insecurities had reared their ugly heads, he'd wrenched a promise out of the boy. He hated sappy emotional scenes almost as much as Xander himself did. "I'm not going anywhere, Xander."
Xander sighed. "I know. It's just..."
"What?" Spike demanded, his voice rising in both anger and the attempt to be heard over night-dwelling insects. "Just what? What have we not covered before? I love you, you love me. I'm not leaving you, you're not leaving me. What more is there?"
Xander crouched down, running his fingers through the tall, wild grasses at his feet. They were surprisingly stiff, almost cutting through the skin on his fingers. "You make it seem so easy."
Spike's face twisted in confusion. "I make what easy?" He wanted Xander to stand up and talk to his face, not the ground. The boy stayed low, however, studying the earth with great intensity.
"All you have to do is *be*," Xander whispered, "And I'm there. I can't compare to that. My bag of tricks isn't that well-stocked."
Spike blinked a few times, trying to get the story straight. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "Ok, lemme see if I understand you. You're in a blue-fucking-funk coz you miss Sunnyhell, and you miss that stinking-rat-hole coz you don't think you measure up to me in some sort of who's-got-more-sex appeal-and-talent-dick-measuring-pissing-contest?"
Xander nodded, his hands clenched in the greenery at his feet.
Spike snorted, rolling his eyes. "Fuck that," He snarled, reaching for the boy. Xander found him self dragged up, spun around and plastered against a lot of pissed off and turned on vampire. Wearing leather. Maybe those insecurities could wait until walking-sex-vampire wasn't doing his voodoo-magic-seduction thingy. When Spike turned it on, did he ever turn it on.
The kiss wasn't gentle or easy; Spike's teeth sharpened into fangs and gouged the tender flesh of Xander's lips, drawing forth rivulets of blood. The human writhed, trying to get closer. The movements, coupled with the soft ground under their feet, sent both men tumbling to the ground. Xander never paused, pushing and clawing as their bodies pressed and ground together.
Spike growled in tortured ecstasy as Xander bit his neck, mauling the pale skin there. He could feel his blood soaking into the ground, mixing with dust and earth to form sticky mud. Blunt fingers urged him on, stroking his aching cock through layers of leather and denim. When Xander's lips returned to his mouth, Spike tasted blood. His blood, pouring across his tongue. Mixed in was Xander's sweeter taste, seeping through the already-healing cuts from Spike's fangs.
Xander felt Spike still and seize up, whipcord body tensing just like he did every time they came together. He opened his eyes just in time to see the vampire's yellow-blue eyes flash and widen. Then Spike was coming, unearthly howls punctuating what was obviously a mind-altering release. Xander let himself follow, enjoying the pleasure of his own body almost as much as the feel of Spike melting underneath him.
"Eighty-three," Xander muttered, noticing for the first time that there were a lot of bugs crawling around them. A *lot* of bugs.
Spike smiled contentedly, knowing that he'd successfully run off some of Xander's insecurities--for the time being.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 40b | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 52b | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | 72 | 73 | 74 | 75 | 76 | 77 | 78 | 79 | 80 | 81 | 82 | 83 | 84 | 85 | 86 | 87 | 88 | 89 | 90 | 91 | 92 | 93 | 94 | 95 | 96 | 97 | 98