'Only Just Started', 3 for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
open_on_sunday challenge #100 - 100
Feb. 23rd, 2005 01:34 amdarkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Only Just Started
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: vamp!Xander, spanking
Notes: More peeks into the unlife of my Baby!Vamp!Xander .
One To Grow On
"Ninety... eight."
CRACK!
"Unh! Nine... Ninety nine."
CRACK!
"One hundred."
CRACK!
"Sire!" Xander's voice cracked, and he took a moment to get himself under control. "You said one hundred. That was an extra one. No fair!"
Spike tossed the paddle onto the bedside table and bent down to run his tongue over the quickly fading marks on his lover's buttocks.
"Consider it one to grow on. You know you never manage to go a full week without a well-earned spanking. Anyone might think you fuck things up on purpose, just to get me to play with your shiny red arse..."
A Special Meal
"Decided yet, luv? Do you know which one you're cutting from the herd? Be very sure before you make a move 'cause this one's special. This will be the hundredth kill you've made, so make it good. Choose the juiciest morsel on the dance floor and work your magic. Five minutes in your arms and they'll follow you anywhere. I'll be outside."
~~~~~
"Interesting choice, Xan. Didn't think you went for tall, dark and brooding."
Xander let the remains of his meal crumple to the floor and wiped away the remaining spots of blood.
"I used to dream of killing Angel."
Time Flies
One hundred nights came and went, unnoticed and unmarked. Sire and childe were far too busy learning their new roles to bother keeping track of things like time.
Boundaries were tested, rules were broken, and others bent. Punishments fairly earned were meted out with love, always with love. Spike never dealt a single blow in anger or for kicks, unless his boy was able to fight back. Those fights were fun.
One hundred, then one hundred more, and finally they noticed. They'd been together almost one full year and still they wanted nothing more than to be closer than before.
NEXT
Title: Only Just Started
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: vamp!Xander, spanking
Notes: More peeks into the unlife of my Baby!Vamp!Xander .
One To Grow On
"Ninety... eight."
CRACK!
"Unh! Nine... Ninety nine."
CRACK!
"One hundred."
CRACK!
"Sire!" Xander's voice cracked, and he took a moment to get himself under control. "You said one hundred. That was an extra one. No fair!"
Spike tossed the paddle onto the bedside table and bent down to run his tongue over the quickly fading marks on his lover's buttocks.
"Consider it one to grow on. You know you never manage to go a full week without a well-earned spanking. Anyone might think you fuck things up on purpose, just to get me to play with your shiny red arse..."
A Special Meal
"Decided yet, luv? Do you know which one you're cutting from the herd? Be very sure before you make a move 'cause this one's special. This will be the hundredth kill you've made, so make it good. Choose the juiciest morsel on the dance floor and work your magic. Five minutes in your arms and they'll follow you anywhere. I'll be outside."
~~~~~
"Interesting choice, Xan. Didn't think you went for tall, dark and brooding."
Xander let the remains of his meal crumple to the floor and wiped away the remaining spots of blood.
"I used to dream of killing Angel."
Time Flies
One hundred nights came and went, unnoticed and unmarked. Sire and childe were far too busy learning their new roles to bother keeping track of things like time.
Boundaries were tested, rules were broken, and others bent. Punishments fairly earned were meted out with love, always with love. Spike never dealt a single blow in anger or for kicks, unless his boy was able to fight back. Those fights were fun.
One hundred, then one hundred more, and finally they noticed. They'd been together almost one full year and still they wanted nothing more than to be closer than before.
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on 2005-02-23 01:42 am (UTC)Great lot sweetie!
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on 2005-02-23 01:43 am (UTC)Thanks darlin'. *smooch*
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on 2005-02-23 02:18 am (UTC)I loved these.
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on 2005-02-24 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-02-23 04:37 am (UTC)Great stories sweetie! Loved 'em all. baby!vamp!Xander is so cute! ~_^
~Nebula
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on 2005-02-24 08:59 pm (UTC)I toyed with several ideas about what 'type' Xander would choose for his century, but 'tall, dark and broody' just seemed appropriate. I can't see him suddenly losing the Angel-hate just because he's a vamp himself now. Plus, he knew it would amuse Spike, and Xander is all about keeping his Sire happy. *g*
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on 2005-02-23 05:13 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-02-24 09:09 pm (UTC)It is, isn't it? Just becuase he's a vamp now himself, he wouldn't suddenly lose all those urges. *g*
Thanks, sweetie. Spandery spanking is always fun!
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on 2005-02-23 10:01 am (UTC)Your Vamp!Xander drabbles are wonderful!
"I used to dream of killing Angel." Heee!
And the third one... Aww!
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on 2005-02-24 09:12 pm (UTC)That third one was unashamedly romantic and soppy, wasn't it? *g*
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on 2005-02-23 01:10 pm (UTC)"Anyone might think you fuck things up on purpose, just to get me to play with your shiny red arse..." Well, of course he does, lol!
"I used to dream of killing Angel." *snicker* Soooo Xander.
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on 2005-02-24 09:48 pm (UTC)Thank you, darlin'! *smooch*
You don't really think Xander screws things up on purpose, do you? Hee!
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on 2005-02-23 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-02-24 09:59 pm (UTC)Thanks, darlin'.
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on 2005-02-23 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-02-24 10:01 pm (UTC)Thanks. :o)
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on 2005-02-23 11:48 pm (UTC):)
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on 2005-02-24 10:05 pm (UTC)I'm enjoying writing them, but I wish this headcold would bugger off so I could maybe manage something else. I can't seem to write in anything other than 100 word snippets. :/
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on 2005-02-24 11:38 pm (UTC)*pet pet*