Set of 4 drabbles for open_on_sunday's challenge #82 - Shakespeare

[darkhavens]

Author: darkhavens
Title: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13 (erring on the side of caution)
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.

A set of four drabbles, quotes acting as titles of sorts. (I'm not a Shakespeare fan, so I garnered inspiration from the quotes themselves, not the work from whence they came.)


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And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
                    Julius Caesar, Act 1 Scene 2

Xander leaned across and planted a swift kiss on a mouth open in shock, pulling back before he got lost in the feel of satin soft skin against his lips.

"You have no idea what I see when I look at you. You think I see a cold, harsh, punk who doesn't give a damn? No. I see the beauty in you, the caring in you. I see the loneliness, the love, the need to have someone to call your own, someone who'll call you theirs in turn. I want to be that someone, Spike. Let me be that someone..."


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I have immortal longings in me.
                    "Antony and Cleopatra", Act 5 scene 2

It was a conversation Xander could only imagine having in the dark, curled beneath the bedclothes with his lover in his arms. He'd thought long and hard about what to say if Spike came out and asked. He never thought he'd be the one to voice forbidden words.

"It's been on my mind since Jesse died. Since Angel proved a vampire could be more than death and fangs, I've wondered... And then there was you and your love for Dru. And now there's us, and the choice is easy. Make me yours, Spike. Let me love you forever. Turn me."


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The sands are number'd that make up my life.
                    Henry VI, Part 3, Act 1, Scene 4

...so I decided to write you instead. I'm sending everything to you, G-Man, (and I'm not apologising for that, either) because I know you'll be there for my girls to cry on when they learn why I won't be around any more. Spike didn't talk me into anything, I swear. I asked him, and the truth is, he turned me down at first. He said I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I learned a lot from those books you never believed I actually read. He understands now.

So...

This is the last will and testament of..."


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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
                    Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5

One hundred years and never a night apart. Two halves made whole, two hearts unbeating, one soul shared between them both. They lived well in the darkness, kept each other safe from harm. They watched as all they'd known slowly turned to dust and faded memories, but never once regretted what they'd done, though tears were spilt. They honoured long gone friends and watched their progeny grow up, so sure the bedtime stories were all make-believe and jest. They made their presence felt wherever demons roamed the earth. They revelled in the violence and the blood.

Their love was true.


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Part 11

[(Anonymous)]

“You really think this is such a good idea?”

Every night for three weeks, Xander and Spike would either leave the studio together or meet up shortly afterward. They’d usually grab a burger and end up at one of the local bars, shooting pool and drinking their fill. Tonight, though, Spike had different plans.

“Oh, C’mon. I come here all the time.” He scaled the wall and made it over the wooden fence, landing with a thud on the other side.

Xander cautiously did the same and wound up eating dirt as he tumbled over. Choking and coughing, he heard Spike laughing behind him, even as a hand was held out to help him up. Brushing off his jeans, Xander finally took notice of where they were.

“Wow. This place is…”

“Incredible. I know.”

Xander glanced around in amazement at the show of forgotten antiques. “What is this place?”

“A graveyard, of sorts,” Spike answered, moving forward deeper into the fenced in area. “Old cars, mostly antiques… abandoned and forgotten.” He ran his hand along the hood of a black business coupe, stripped down inside, left mostly intact outside.

“God, they’re beautiful.” Xander smiled, following Spike through the masses of deserted vehicles.

“I thought you’d enjoy this.” Spike stopped and leaned against a blue and white ’56 Chevy to light a cigarette. “I remember your passion for old cars.”

“I can’t believe they’re just sitting here!”

“People move on. Newer, better…faster.” Spike began walking again, leaving Xander to follow behind him. “In fact…” He reached his destination and jumped up to sit on the hood.

Xander’s eyes widened. “It’s your car! You brought the Desoto here?”

Spike shrugged. “Seemed the proper place. She was old, was costing me a small fortune to keep ‘er runnin’.”

“But, the Desoto. She was your baby.” Xander let his hand run along the edge of the front bumper and then stepped up, joining Spike to lie back against the windshield.

“Me and her… had some memories, that’s for sure.”

Xander chuckled and moved his hands to rest behind his head. “I remember making a few memories of our own.”

Spike grinned and flicked the finished cigarette to the ground. “Shagged you for the first time in this bloody car.” He shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a long, deep breath. “If the back seat could tell stories…”

A giggle came from beside him. “We’d probably be arrested.”

A smile ghosted on Spike’s lips and then slowly died. “Yeah, well. She’s just a heap of junk now. Like I said, people move on. Got myself a better model.” He stared up, gazing at the clear sky and stars above them.

The silence between them became uncomfortable as they both sought out their own thoughts. After a deep sigh, Xander cleared his throat, trying to find the place they’d made it to where the pain wasn’t so deep. “So, you come here often?” He chuckled at the cliché, trying to lighten the mood.

Spike’s thoughts didn’t budge. “Sometimes, when I want to think. And remember.”

“Don’t…” Xander pleaded.

“Do you ever think about us at all? Wonder what it would have been like? Because I do. I said I’d gotten over it, over you. But that’s impossible.” He sat up, turning his body to face Xander’s. “I think about you all the bloody time, Xan. You’re inside me. You broke my heart and then kept all the pieces so no one else would ever have a chance.”

“Wil…”

“When you showed up, I was furious. Couldn’t stand the thought that I might see you with someone else. With him.” He reached out, taking a chance and ran his finger along Xander’s cheek. “I wouldn’t have been able to handle that a second time.”

Xander blinked and took in the smell of the leather Spike was wearing as he moved closer toward him. “I was afraid of the same thing. That I’d see you with someone,” he whispered.

Spike bit his lower lip and moved even closer, his mouth hovering against Xander’s. “Why don’t we make this right, pet?” Slowly, he brushed the lips he’d dreamt about for two years, lingering, until xander began to kiss him back.

Re: Part 11

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Wheee! You're back! ::bounces around like a demented puppy::

He dumped the DeSoto?! ::is stunned::
And that was where they first made love? Aaaaaaaaaaaaw!
And kissage. ::sigh::
Romantic and lovely, and I'm so very worried about those secrets Xander's keeping because they could cause trouble all over again. o.o

Thank you!