Set of 4 drabbles for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
open_on_sunday's challenge #82 - Shakespeare
Oct. 19th, 2004 01:30 amdarkhavensAuthor: 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 12
on 2004-11-10 02:55 am (UTC)Xander let his fingers wander, reaching inside the leather duster to grip Spike’s shoulders. Slowly, he slid the coat down Spike’s arms until it was discarded beside them on the other side of the hood.
“Never thought I’d feel you again. Kiss you…” Xander’s voice tapered off as Spike dove in again, his tongue circling the inside of Xander’s mouth. Another kiss, deeper and more forceful caused both men to moan.
As Spike’s knee moved upward, applying pressure, rubbing firmly against Xander’s groin, he felt hands underneath his shirt, fingernails lightly scratching along his spine. Spike groaned against Xander’s lips and changed position, sliding his free leg inside to meet the other. He placed his hands on either side of Xander’s head and lifted his upper body so the only part touching were their hips. He began rocking, sliding denim against denim, moaning each time he felt the growing bulge meet his own.
“Did you miss this, Xan? I can feel how hard you are. Feel your cock pushing against me…”
“Aahhh, Wil. You feel so, oh that’s so good.” He pushed his head up, trying to lock onto the kiss bruised lips as he began thrusting his hips in time with Spike’s.
“That’s it, pet. Rock against me,” he said, his voice low and seductive, barely a purr in Xander’s ear. “Almost as good as when you’re inside me.” He let his teeth scrape the sensitive lobe and added, “or you could just fuck me.”
Xander heard the word and his body froze. Panic took hold and he began pushing Spike away.
“No. We can’t… I can’t do this. I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry, I just… I just can’t.” He chanced a look into Spike’s eyes and saw the confusion mixed with lingering desire. Desire for him. He blinked so he wouldn’t have to see the look and slid from the hood of the car. “We should never have… we shouldn’t have done this.”
Spike was still in shocked confusion, watching as Xander began moving away from him. “Xander?”
“I’ve gotta… I’m gonna go. Okay? I can make it to my car and I’ll just… I’ll see you tomorrow.” He wasn’t waiting for an answer, already moving quickly to the front of the junkyard.
“Xander! Wait!”
Xander ignored him and disappeared.
Re: Part 12
on 2004-11-10 04:07 am (UTC)Still, rubbing off on the hood of the car? Very hot and pretty, oh yes. Thankee!