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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 18
on 2004-11-20 06:43 am (UTC)Spike casually eased his way over to the rumpled bed and sat down. He listened for the sound of the running shower through the paper-thin walls and when satisfied he wouldn’t be interrupted, he reached for the black, leather wallet sitting on the nightstand. His fingers lightly traced the initials etched into the small, silver plate. ALH. Alexander Lavelle Harris. Spike closed his eyes and began to reminisce.
“What are we doing here?”
He grabbed Xander’s hand and dragged him inside, grinning from ear to ear like a child in a toy store.
“Shopping, pet. Need a new wallet, don’t you?”
Xander gave a frightened look of shock and clutched the object resting inside his back pocket. “Nothing wrong with the one I got!”
“That ratty old worn out thing?”
“It’s not old,” Xander defended. “Just… broken in.”
Spike rolled his eyes and began walking toward the glassed in display cabinet. “C’mon, Xan.”
“Mmm. Don’t you love that smell?” Xander let go of Spike, trying to change the subject and turned to bury his nose into the heady scent of leather.
With a sigh, Spike gazed around the large shop, eyeing several employees oblivious to their presence. His grin turned predator, the wallet forgotten as he pushed Xander further into the corner against an assortment of soft, leather coats. “Like the feel of it,” he purred, wrapping Xander inside a long, black duster hanging on a rack against the wall. He leaned into the larger body, trapping him with nowhere to escape. “Can imagine lying you down, naked except for the leather against your skin.”
Xander half moaned at the feel of Spike’s weight pushing against him, aware of how very public this public place was. “People. People here,” he warned shifting his eyes across the room.
“Don’t care.” For the first time displayed out in the open, his lips met Xander’s and pressed softly, his hands snaking their way under the coat to wrap around his lover’s back. Spike closed his eyes and let out a low, breathless moan. “Want me to buy a coat like this? Lay you down, wrap you up and fuck you against the smell of new leather?”
Ignoring the onlookers now tentative on watching the couple making out in public view, Xander gripped him, his fingers wrapping tightly around sandy brown curls, forcing a deeper kiss. “I think you need to take me home now.”
Barely able to wait out the anticipation, they walked out with their purchases of one shiny new wallet for Xander and a garment bag that was home to Spike’s new knee length, black leather duster.
Spike rubbed at the worn material between his fingers, glanced at the closed bathroom door and unsnapped the wallet. He blinked and inhaled a quick breath when he saw the picture on display where an ID should have been. He slowly slid the photograph out, gripping it with both hands as he focused on the familiar faces.
“I never could bring myself to get rid of it.” Spike glanced up and saw Xander watching him, arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Realizing he hadn’t heard the water being turned off, he shifted his eyes back to the picture. “Surprised you kept it.”
Xander shrugged. “I take it out and look at it sometimes.” He took a few steps closer until he reached the bed and sat down next to Spike. He let his eyes wander to the picture of himself with an earlier version of William and whispered, “It reminds me that I was happy once.”
Re: Part 18
on 2004-11-20 05:51 pm (UTC)Leather!kink and bittersweet memories. Beautiful. :o)