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open_on_sunday challenge #109 Guilty Pleasures
Apr. 27th, 2005 12:10 amdarkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: I Really Shouldn't...
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: G
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: Another couple of peeks into the baby!vamp!Xander 'verse.
Dangerous Hobbies
Xander's guilty pleasures were kept under lock and key, secure from prying eyes and poking fingers. He didn't indulge often, his Sire kept him busy, but every now and then he took an hour for himself, slipped the bolt and opened up the box.
The feel of fresh-carved wood between his hands made Xander shiver, as sensuous to stroke as Spike's cool flesh. The delicate curls of shavings, flakes and chips and odds and ends, were tucked away within his deepest pockets.
The stakes he carved were whittled down to twigs and then destroyed. Spike's only childe wasn't a fool.
Only Roleplay
The first time Spike felt guilty for a week. He showered his childe with gifts of love and blood.
The second time it happened he was mortified and tried to make his lover understand it was a fluke.
Then it didn't happen for a year, but when it did, Xander played his role to the hilt. He growled, he sneered, he tried an Irish accent for a while, not well, but still, it proved he didn't mind so very much.
So Xander got to top his Sire and, every now and then, Spike got to pretend he was the childe.
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Title: I Really Shouldn't...
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: G
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: Another couple of peeks into the baby!vamp!Xander 'verse.
Dangerous Hobbies
Xander's guilty pleasures were kept under lock and key, secure from prying eyes and poking fingers. He didn't indulge often, his Sire kept him busy, but every now and then he took an hour for himself, slipped the bolt and opened up the box.
The feel of fresh-carved wood between his hands made Xander shiver, as sensuous to stroke as Spike's cool flesh. The delicate curls of shavings, flakes and chips and odds and ends, were tucked away within his deepest pockets.
The stakes he carved were whittled down to twigs and then destroyed. Spike's only childe wasn't a fool.
Only Roleplay
The first time Spike felt guilty for a week. He showered his childe with gifts of love and blood.
The second time it happened he was mortified and tried to make his lover understand it was a fluke.
Then it didn't happen for a year, but when it did, Xander played his role to the hilt. He growled, he sneered, he tried an Irish accent for a while, not well, but still, it proved he didn't mind so very much.
So Xander got to top his Sire and, every now and then, Spike got to pretend he was the childe.
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on 2005-04-27 01:15 am (UTC)Oh, wonderful drabblage, and I especially liked 'Only Roleplay'. ::pictures Spike's 'mortification'::
he tried an Irish accent for a while, not well, but still
Y'know, I've always wondered exactly what 'Irish' accent Spike, Dru and Darla were hearing. Maybe Liam had some kind of speech impediment that made him sound Oirish? Of course the Fang Gang constantly made fun of Angelus behind his back (of course Angelus could always tell, because they would stop laughing every time he walked into the room) and this only frazzled his sensitive preternatural nerves and ended up making the speech impediment that much worse. Poor Angelus.
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on 2005-04-27 02:22 am (UTC)And :P
The Irish accent's not there any more but I'm sure it was in the beginning. Liam was from Ireland and that's a hard accent to lose. The Fang Gang would have spent years listening to it before he went and snacked on the wrong girlie. Plenty of time to store up all those potato farmer jokes. *g*