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 22
on 2004-11-30 05:34 am (UTC)Spike glanced down at the box full of their porn collection and then back to Xander. “You want me to put it in the closet?”
Xander pulled another cushion off the couch, tossed it onto the floor and began jumping up and down on it. “Yeah!” he called, placing the pillow back where it was, only to grab another one.
Spike shrugged his shoulders and dropped the box onto the floor of the closet at the end of the foyer. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Buffy’s face when she opened that door. He pushed it shut and went to join Xander, stopping when he caught a glimpse of him mid-jump. He smiled and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of him.
“What the bloody hell are you doing, luv?”
Xander lost his balance, tripped and fell back onto the sofa. Embarrassed, he looked up. “Uhh, straightening the cushions?”
With his eyebrow raised at attention, Spike smirked.
“Yeah,” he explained, “they’re all lopsided. I was just putting the stuffing back where it’s supposed to go.”
“Uh huh,” Spike answered slowly. He moved closer, seductively eyeing Xander from head to toe. “And you’re doing this why?”
Xander frowned. “Just because.”
Spike slithered forward and kneeled down, sliding between Xander’s open knees; his hands rubbing slowly up the outside of his thighs to grip his hips.
“The girls aren’t gonna care. They’re coming to see you, not the bloody furniture.”
“Actually, Dawnie’s made me completely aware that she’s just coming for the pool. And the California guys,” he added with a smile before turning serious again. “I know. I just wanna…” he used his elbow to fluff the cushion behind him, “make a good impression.”
Spike leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re trying too hard.”
Xander eased in, letting his tongue run across Spike’s bottom lip. “It’s just been awhile. Six months is a long time. I want them to know how good we’re doing. How happy we are…so they see that they don’t have to worry about me.”
Spike’s brow rose as his thumb shifted to the crease between Xander’s inner thigh and groin and began to rub. “Mmm. More than happy to let them see,” he licked his lips, “how well you’re being taken care of.”
Xander caught his hand. “Stop that. Remember what I said. No embarrassing anyone with the blatant touchy feely.”
With the smirk firmly in place, he centered his thumb and slid it over Xander’s zipper.
“No, Spike! They’re gonna be here in just a few minutes!”
“A few minutes are all I need, pet.”
“Spike.”
A pout curled on Spike’s mouth as he pulled his hand away with a defeated sigh. “How long are they staying again?”
“Three days.”
“Three days of good behavior.” He shook his head. “Guess we have to lay off shagging in the hot tub then?”
He caught Xander’s stern look.
“Alright. Best behavior.” He stood up to let Xander finish his fluffing. “But don’t expect me to be a gentleman behind closed doors. You didn’t say anything about that.”
Re: Part 22
on 2004-12-01 06:58 am (UTC)Thank you for continuing to make my day by posting this. :o)