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darkhavensTitle: Not Quite A Wedding Ring, 1-5/5 (Complete)
Author: darkhavens
Theme: Five Elements (Asian Set): Metal - Wood - Water - Fire - Earth
Rating: NC-17
Words: 5x100
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Spike and Xander, an elemental love story. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stagesoflove round 6.
Metal
The piercings were Spike's idea, not that Xander was complaining. Well, okay, maybe he did, a bit, and maybe Spike had had to hold him down and promise daily blowjobs while that scary-ass demon shoved big needles through his nipples. But once the painful, messy parts were finally over and the wounds were healed and the silver rings and beads stopped being alien appendages - then he stopped complaining. Well, except for the occasional 'Dammit, Spike, I'm sore! Can't you twiddle a different body part for just an hour or two?' or 'Hey, did I tell you you could stop?"
Wood
"Happy anniversary, Spike."
Spike poked at the pile of flexible panels and fine webbing.
"I don't know what this is, luv, but it's not wood or silverware. 'Course, we're not married, but that never stopped you before."
He spared a fond thought for the harness Xander had bought for their third 'anniversary' - a tangle of broad straps of polished leather and shiny silver buckles.
"New kink?"
Xander rolled his eyes.
"It's a custom-made Kevlar vest, lightweight and comfortable, with panels that wrap around under your left arm. It'll stop anyone staking you. It's anti-wood."
"Daft git."
Spike tried it on.
Water
When Xander arrived at the beach with one set of SCUBA gear and two weight belts, Spike jumped to the obvious, for him, conclusion - underwater frolics and rubber-clad sex games.
He'd never been so wrong.
"…So you've paid a pair of amphibious demons to poke a hole in my brain underwater? And I'm supposed to cause you pain to set the chip off and trust that the conductivity of the seawater will leach away most of the current? And if it works, we get to keep doing it until the battery goes flat? Are you insane?"
Turns out he wasn't.
Fire
The first sip burns like fire; tongues of sweet dark flame lick and curl their way around extended fangs, snaking down his throat into his belly.
It hits like a gulp of cheap booze after a lengthy dry spell, the burn and sting spreading out to seep into his limbs, his bones, the buzz threading out along his veins.
He feels sublime, incandescent, like there's an inferno raging just beneath the surface of his pale skin.
It feels like Xander.
Each mouthful brings them closer to the point of no return, and it's not Xander who finally calls a halt.
Earth
Spike sits perched on the headstone of Mary Deakin, Beloved Wife and Mother, Sorely Missed, and cleans the dirt from underneath his freshly painted fingernails with Xander's favourite knife.
"It's traditional, love, part of the whole mystique. Gotta dig your way out of your grave to be a real vampire. Need to knock the dust of your old life off your boots before you're free to take that first important step into the next."
The bound, gagged bundle at his feet squeaks once before he nudges it back to silence with a solid steel toe.
"Just a few more minutes…"
Author: darkhavens
Theme: Five Elements (Asian Set): Metal - Wood - Water - Fire - Earth
Rating: NC-17
Words: 5x100
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Spike and Xander, an elemental love story. Written for
stagesoflove round 6.Metal
The piercings were Spike's idea, not that Xander was complaining. Well, okay, maybe he did, a bit, and maybe Spike had had to hold him down and promise daily blowjobs while that scary-ass demon shoved big needles through his nipples. But once the painful, messy parts were finally over and the wounds were healed and the silver rings and beads stopped being alien appendages - then he stopped complaining. Well, except for the occasional 'Dammit, Spike, I'm sore! Can't you twiddle a different body part for just an hour or two?' or 'Hey, did I tell you you could stop?"
Wood
"Happy anniversary, Spike."
Spike poked at the pile of flexible panels and fine webbing.
"I don't know what this is, luv, but it's not wood or silverware. 'Course, we're not married, but that never stopped you before."
He spared a fond thought for the harness Xander had bought for their third 'anniversary' - a tangle of broad straps of polished leather and shiny silver buckles.
"New kink?"
Xander rolled his eyes.
"It's a custom-made Kevlar vest, lightweight and comfortable, with panels that wrap around under your left arm. It'll stop anyone staking you. It's anti-wood."
"Daft git."
Spike tried it on.
Water
When Xander arrived at the beach with one set of SCUBA gear and two weight belts, Spike jumped to the obvious, for him, conclusion - underwater frolics and rubber-clad sex games.
He'd never been so wrong.
"…So you've paid a pair of amphibious demons to poke a hole in my brain underwater? And I'm supposed to cause you pain to set the chip off and trust that the conductivity of the seawater will leach away most of the current? And if it works, we get to keep doing it until the battery goes flat? Are you insane?"
Turns out he wasn't.
Fire
The first sip burns like fire; tongues of sweet dark flame lick and curl their way around extended fangs, snaking down his throat into his belly.
It hits like a gulp of cheap booze after a lengthy dry spell, the burn and sting spreading out to seep into his limbs, his bones, the buzz threading out along his veins.
He feels sublime, incandescent, like there's an inferno raging just beneath the surface of his pale skin.
It feels like Xander.
Each mouthful brings them closer to the point of no return, and it's not Xander who finally calls a halt.
Earth
Spike sits perched on the headstone of Mary Deakin, Beloved Wife and Mother, Sorely Missed, and cleans the dirt from underneath his freshly painted fingernails with Xander's favourite knife.
"It's traditional, love, part of the whole mystique. Gotta dig your way out of your grave to be a real vampire. Need to knock the dust of your old life off your boots before you're free to take that first important step into the next."
The bound, gagged bundle at his feet squeaks once before he nudges it back to silence with a solid steel toe.
"Just a few more minutes…"
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on 2006-12-08 12:35 am (UTC)to the end, Very good. B.
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on 2006-12-08 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-08 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-08 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-08 02:00 am (UTC)Those.
Um.
Yes! All. Especially the last one and the knocking off the dust. Wheeeee!
Good stuff.
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on 2006-12-08 03:28 am (UTC)Here seems like a good place to start, heh.
I love these bits, all of them, but especially the last one. Cuz, Sire Spike...well, you know.
Luv em luv em luv em!
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on 2006-12-08 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-08 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-08 09:18 pm (UTC)When Xander arrived at the beach with one set of SCUBA gear and two weight belts, Spike jumped to the obvious, for him, conclusion - underwater frolics and rubber-clad sex games.
He'd never been so wrong.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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on 2006-12-08 09:47 pm (UTC)Water is stunningly brilliant. What a neat idea! The Kevlar is cool too. Fire is so poetic, and aww/snerk to Earth. I like how it echoes Dru finding some dirt for newly-re-turned Darla, because it's traditional. Xander's been observing the anniversary traditions - now Spike's returning the favour! ;)
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on 2006-12-09 04:35 am (UTC)He feels sublime, incandescent, like there's an inferno raging just beneath the surface of his pale skin.
It feels like Xander.
Excellent.
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on 2006-12-11 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-13 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-12-20 11:48 pm (UTC)... it's not Xander who finally calls a halt.
Love your muse. *smooch*
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on 2006-12-21 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 10:56 pm (UTC)Actually, the first one was the only one posted by itself. I've been badly abused by the apathy fairy, who I think also kidnapped my muses. *g*
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on 2007-02-17 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 10:58 pm (UTC)Thankee. :D
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on 2007-02-17 10:59 pm (UTC)So, have you caught up yet? *g* (I'm not finished with my catching up on fb yet so, yeesh!)
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on 2007-02-17 11:00 pm (UTC)They're like chameleons, always changing to fit the scenery. Only not so green. *g*
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on 2007-02-17 11:01 pm (UTC)Love the icon - you can tell my life isn't wasted at all. ;)
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on 2007-02-17 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-17 11:20 pm (UTC)You know Spike's brain would always go to the 'Ooh, kinky sex!' place first. *g*
Thankee
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on 2007-02-17 11:21 pm (UTC)Spike is much more traditional than he likes people to know, and Dru instilled in him that certain things must be done properly. :D
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on 2007-02-17 11:21 pm (UTC)ROTFLMAO!!!
LJ will only go back to skip= 600!
silly LJ! I guess that's as caught up as I am going to get.
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on 2007-02-17 11:23 pm (UTC)When I thought of the water idea I realised that I couldn't think of any other fic that utilises water to short the chip out. If there was one, I missed seeing it.
And Xander is so an inferno - I bet he's hotter than an electric blanket in bed. *g*
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on 2007-02-17 11:30 pm (UTC)Well, for next time, make a note of these snippets of code you can add to the end of your usual friendslist url:
?show=C - gives you just your communities
?show=Y - gives you just your feeds
?show=P - gives you just your friends' personal journals
That way not everything is stuck in one list and you can view earlier posts. ;)
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on 2007-02-17 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-02-17 11:35 pm (UTC)Wood appealed to me as a particularly Xandery thought process. Of course he's going to think wood=stake=must-protect-my-vampire. :D
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on 2007-02-17 11:36 pm (UTC)