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 19
on 2004-11-25 12:12 am (UTC)Xander’s hand wandered upward, reaching for Spike’s. He entwined their fingers and closed his eyes, turning his head further into the touch. “Not possible.”
Their eyes met and all it took was a look between them before they were kissing. Kissing deep and hard, making up for two years of lost time and bitter memories. Spike pushed, urging Xander to lie back and moved his body half-on, half-off of him, still lost in kisses sweeter than anything he could remember. His hand wandered, tracing the outline of a hard-worked chest, past equally hard abs, to slide Xander’s shirt up slightly. He circled the dark line of hair that disappeared underneath the gray sweatpants, before moving down further to rub his hand firmly over the tented material. Tracing the outline, he moaned and shifted his weight, pressing his own swollen cock against Xander’s hip.
With his palm flat, he rubbed the length, bringing Xander’s erection to full hardness until the tip pushed against the top of his sweats. Spike slid his fingers to the waistband tried to push inside when Xander’s fingers wrapped around his wrist. “No.”
Spike flinched and pulled away, his face contorted into a look of fear. Fear that he’d done something wrong. Xander’s other hand curled around the back of Spike’s neck, pulling him in for another kiss as he shifted their bodies. With Spike now on bottom, Xander hovered above, licking a path down the side of his neck, scooting his body as he moved to Spike’s chest. “You smell so fucking good.” Raising the t-shirt to be able to reach the desired area, he licked first one nipple and then the other, smiling when Spike arched his back and began mumbling words of encouragement under his breath.
*** ***
“That’s it. Right there.” Spike thrust forward, his back arching off the bed, trying to bury himself further inside the warmth. He let out a sudden gasp when he felt the tip of his cock rub against the back of Xander’s throat and felt just the right amount of pressure as Xander swallowed around him. His breath hitched when Xander’s tongue traced along the underside, running over the sensitive throbbing vein and then stopped short to dip into the slit, gathering the leaking wetness. When he was engulfed again, his entire cock buried deep inside Xander’s mouth, Spike threaded his fingers tightly through the brown, mussed hair and set a steady rhythm, fucking at a slow, pleasurable pace.
“Don’t stop… almost there, pet.” Murmured breathlessly between harsh gasps, Spike’s stomach muscles began to spasm under Xander’s fingers. “Gonna come!” With a final thrust, Spike flooded Xander’s mouth, watching as his throat reflexively swallowed every drop.
Xander eased his body back up next to Spike’s, locking onto his lips, his tongue diving deep inside. When the kiss ended, Spike’s raised his hand, cupping Xander’s cheek. “You didn’t have to….”
Xander shook his head. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I first walked onto the set and saw you.”
Spike smiled and dropped his hand, reaching for Xander’s cock, still bobbing stiffly between them. “My turn to take care of you.”
Xander hastily pushed him off and swung his legs over the side of the bed to sit up. “It’s alright Spike. There’s plenty of time. Let’s just take it slow, okay?”
Re: Part 19
on 2004-11-25 12:51 am (UTC)Re: Part 19
on 2004-11-25 02:06 am (UTC)Re: Part 19
on 2004-11-25 02:34 am (UTC)::bounces and waits for part 20 to appear::