Grungefic part 3 and SBS update
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darkhavensI've posted chapter 13 of my Spander WiP 'Step by Step' at my website. Giles has some questions for the boys...
And, as an added treat, here is the third part of Grungefic. it's short, but the next part is already in the works. Previous parts can be found here.
He’s pushed back on the bed and nudged and turned and just allows the vampire, Spike, to rearrange him as he wants before the blue-eyed blond slides in between the covers, right up next to him, and wraps his arms and legs around him tight.
“I could get used to cuddling up to you at night like this, so warm and cosy. You won’t try and leave us while I sleep, now will you, pretty? Won’t try to sneak out in the sunlight when you know that we can’t follow? You’d best not try it, pretty, cos I’d hate to have to hurt you but I would. You’re mine now, mine to keep and care for, hurt or harm. And you know it, deep inside you, where the pain is sharp as knives. So sleep now, and I’ll chase away the nightmares that won’t leave while you’re awake.”
And Xander sleeps, entangled in the limbs of something he’d been told to hate. And he sleeps well.
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But waking’s not so simple and he fights to stay asleep with every ounce of strength he has, which isn’t much. Then hands are on his shoulders and a weight is on his stomach and a voice is pulling him back to the world outside.
“Come on, pretty. All the way out now. Don’t be hiding yourself in dreams when reality can be so much more fun.” And Xander cracks his eyelids open and discovers that the weight upon his chest is a grinning Spike. The evening’s strange events come flooding back and Xander waits a moment, braced for the shock and fear and waves of panic. Nothing comes, except a deep and gnawing hunger. For the first time in an age he wants to eat.
“What’ll it be, Pet, eat, shag or talk first? I’m not bothered.”
Xander’s stomach makes it’s choice heard quite emphatically, while Xander tries not to wonder just what shag might mean, and Spike rolls off to stand beside the bed, entirely nude and unashamed of it. His cock is standing proud and Xander stares at it, suddenly as curious as a cat. He’s only ever seen one other cock before, besides his own, and both of those were neatly trimmed before they ever knew what they were missing. This alien piece of skin is fascinating, though a small part of him knows he’s just avoiding facing up to what he’s done and where he is and who he’s with and maybe why.
A hand drifts down into his line of vision and gives a casual tug that makes him flinch. He didn’t realise foreskins were so… stretchy. And then he blinks and looks away, and down, and up and gets ensnared by laughing baby blues.
“I’d crawl back into bed, but the way your stomach’s growling I think I’d be more in danger of being bitten right now than you are. So up and at ‘em, Pet. For obvious reasons we don’t tend to keep much food about, so we’ll be going out to find us something nice to eat.”
Spike pulls him up and leads him to a door set in the corner of the room. “Have yourself a shower and do the necessary. Then get dressed but do not leave this room. Don’t want you wandering around and getting nibbled on, the minions are a pretty stupid bunch; bite first, ask questions later.”
He’s ushered through the door, which shuts behind him, and Xander looks around the tiny room. It’s obviously been utilised quite regularly, and he recalls how Jesse used to love a long hot shower when he woke up. He reaches out and turns the taps on, sets the temperature to almost tepid, then wriggles off his shorts and slides his teenage body into that cool torrent.
Barely fifteen minutes later he steps out into the bedroom, a towel around his hips and another round his shoulders like a cloak. His jeans are on the bed, as is his jacket, but the shorts and socks are new, and the silky-looking tee shirt isn’t his. It’s black and smaller than the clothes he’s used to. It looks like it will cling and fit like skin.
He shrugs and puts the outfit on, the tee shirt sticking slightly to the damp skin of his back.
“Need some help?” a whisper by his ear as two cool hands unstick the shirt and smooth it down, real slow. He stands and lets those hands iron out the wrinkles, barely twitching when they tuck the soft material under the waistband of his jeans then pat his ass.
“I’ve had that baggy thing you came in burnt; it wasn’t even fit for rags. We’ll find you something decent later on, but first, let’s eat. I’m sure there’s something nice and juicy out there for us both to sink our teeth into.”
And, as an added treat, here is the third part of Grungefic. it's short, but the next part is already in the works. Previous parts can be found here.
He’s pushed back on the bed and nudged and turned and just allows the vampire, Spike, to rearrange him as he wants before the blue-eyed blond slides in between the covers, right up next to him, and wraps his arms and legs around him tight.
“I could get used to cuddling up to you at night like this, so warm and cosy. You won’t try and leave us while I sleep, now will you, pretty? Won’t try to sneak out in the sunlight when you know that we can’t follow? You’d best not try it, pretty, cos I’d hate to have to hurt you but I would. You’re mine now, mine to keep and care for, hurt or harm. And you know it, deep inside you, where the pain is sharp as knives. So sleep now, and I’ll chase away the nightmares that won’t leave while you’re awake.”
And Xander sleeps, entangled in the limbs of something he’d been told to hate. And he sleeps well.
+++++
But waking’s not so simple and he fights to stay asleep with every ounce of strength he has, which isn’t much. Then hands are on his shoulders and a weight is on his stomach and a voice is pulling him back to the world outside.
“Come on, pretty. All the way out now. Don’t be hiding yourself in dreams when reality can be so much more fun.” And Xander cracks his eyelids open and discovers that the weight upon his chest is a grinning Spike. The evening’s strange events come flooding back and Xander waits a moment, braced for the shock and fear and waves of panic. Nothing comes, except a deep and gnawing hunger. For the first time in an age he wants to eat.
“What’ll it be, Pet, eat, shag or talk first? I’m not bothered.”
Xander’s stomach makes it’s choice heard quite emphatically, while Xander tries not to wonder just what shag might mean, and Spike rolls off to stand beside the bed, entirely nude and unashamed of it. His cock is standing proud and Xander stares at it, suddenly as curious as a cat. He’s only ever seen one other cock before, besides his own, and both of those were neatly trimmed before they ever knew what they were missing. This alien piece of skin is fascinating, though a small part of him knows he’s just avoiding facing up to what he’s done and where he is and who he’s with and maybe why.
A hand drifts down into his line of vision and gives a casual tug that makes him flinch. He didn’t realise foreskins were so… stretchy. And then he blinks and looks away, and down, and up and gets ensnared by laughing baby blues.
“I’d crawl back into bed, but the way your stomach’s growling I think I’d be more in danger of being bitten right now than you are. So up and at ‘em, Pet. For obvious reasons we don’t tend to keep much food about, so we’ll be going out to find us something nice to eat.”
Spike pulls him up and leads him to a door set in the corner of the room. “Have yourself a shower and do the necessary. Then get dressed but do not leave this room. Don’t want you wandering around and getting nibbled on, the minions are a pretty stupid bunch; bite first, ask questions later.”
He’s ushered through the door, which shuts behind him, and Xander looks around the tiny room. It’s obviously been utilised quite regularly, and he recalls how Jesse used to love a long hot shower when he woke up. He reaches out and turns the taps on, sets the temperature to almost tepid, then wriggles off his shorts and slides his teenage body into that cool torrent.
Barely fifteen minutes later he steps out into the bedroom, a towel around his hips and another round his shoulders like a cloak. His jeans are on the bed, as is his jacket, but the shorts and socks are new, and the silky-looking tee shirt isn’t his. It’s black and smaller than the clothes he’s used to. It looks like it will cling and fit like skin.
He shrugs and puts the outfit on, the tee shirt sticking slightly to the damp skin of his back.
“Need some help?” a whisper by his ear as two cool hands unstick the shirt and smooth it down, real slow. He stands and lets those hands iron out the wrinkles, barely twitching when they tuck the soft material under the waistband of his jeans then pat his ass.
“I’ve had that baggy thing you came in burnt; it wasn’t even fit for rags. We’ll find you something decent later on, but first, let’s eat. I’m sure there’s something nice and juicy out there for us both to sink our teeth into.”
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on 2004-07-05 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-05 10:02 pm (UTC)And it's definitely coming... slowly but surely.
I had trouble getting Xander's attention away from that foreskin. I must have rewritten that para four or five times to get it just right. Not too much ogling, and a hint of returning self-awareness that Xander just isn't ready to acknowledge yet.
More soon, pwomise!
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on 2004-07-05 10:16 pm (UTC)Just sent you an email and it BOUNCED. To your bloodclaim hotmail address.
Here's what i wrote:
Hey...i posted a new chapter of 'Hero' and put a notice up at =
Bloodclaim. That was wrong, because i messed up the link to my site. =
So i THOUGHT i edited the entry, but i DIDN'T, i ended up posting twice! =
Please, can you delete the first 'Hero' entry, as the 'Scarecrow =
Horses' link goes to my livejournal instead of my site?=20
Ack!
Sorry.
I guess i have no real idea how to edit/delete a bloodclaim entry!
Thank you thank you!
And... I'll come back and read part three mosh kosh, promise!
*gibber*
:)
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on 2004-07-05 10:26 pm (UTC)The editing should be just the same as in your journal. Open the post, click on the pencil and you should be able to edit. I've done it in other communities and it seems to work okay. I think...
::kicks hotmail::
I've changed the
My email servers keep bouncing you, I think it must be personal. Even some of the comment notification emails don't come through for your comments.
It's a conspiracy, you do realise that? ;op
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on 2004-07-05 10:34 pm (UTC)Seriously, i'm being bounced, too?
Hrmmmmmm...maybe no more.
I had a MAJOR trojan/adware/spyware issue that my supercool computer god friend Kro helped me fix this weekend. Something that had fuxored HIS computers at work - and he works for the the government!
So. That might have been why.
Hope it won't keep bouncing me!
*kicks technology and all trojan/virus makers*
*and all adware/spyware makes*
*kicks yahell just because*
:)
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on 2004-07-05 10:46 pm (UTC)I run AdAware, Spybot and AVG regularly because me=paranoid.
IIRC you were bounced when I was with Tiscali and now Hotmail. MSN seems to be working okay so far for the darkhavens mail so... ::crosses toes::
And suddenly I'm reminded - bookmarks! Did you ever sort out any bookmarks you think might be useful to
;o)
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on 2004-07-05 11:31 pm (UTC)I should post a pic and a thank you, even though he'll never see it.
HEh.
Bookmarks!
I will do that this week - i thought i'd alreay run out of time!
Yes, bookmarks.
K!
Thanks!
:)
*kicks tiscali*
HA!
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on 2004-07-05 11:37 pm (UTC)I have a txt file which is slowly filling up with bookmarks meant for
I might even make a list of the awards sites so people can read a fic, then click and nominate it before they forget. ::makes note, must find awards sites::
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on 2004-07-05 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-05 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-06 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-06 06:44 am (UTC)I loved Xander's fascination with Spike's stretchy foreskin. And wondering what a 'shag' is. :o)
I’m sure there’s something nice and juicy out there for us both to sink our teeth into.”
*g* Now, how's a boy supposed to react when an unchipped vampire says that to him? I can hardly wait to find out!
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on 2004-07-06 06:48 pm (UTC)The updates will still be there when you finish work. ;o)
Poor sweet, not-entirely-innocent Xander. He's too distanced to really react to what Spike is saying, but what's going to happen when they actually find the food...? :;evil grin::
Glad you're enjoying it!
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on 2004-07-06 05:36 pm (UTC)So loving this fic. I like cheerful evil Spike. He's as scary as scowling evil Spike but more fun! ::grin::
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on 2004-07-06 06:38 pm (UTC)Oh, definitely. But I'm sure he'll be snarling at least once before the end. ;o)
Glad you're enjoying it!
Grungefic p.3
on 2004-07-06 06:06 pm (UTC)Marie
Re: Grungefic p.3
on 2004-07-06 06:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for the fb! :o)
*breathes heavily*
on 2004-07-06 06:36 pm (UTC)Re: *breathes heavily*
on 2004-07-06 06:44 pm (UTC)fansfriends. ;o)I'm just glad you enjoyed it. There is more to come...
still excited over being pimped on Excessant - squee!
Loving this story...
on 2004-07-06 07:04 pm (UTC)Re: Loving this story...
on 2004-07-06 07:21 pm (UTC)I love Dru calling Xander her Dark Kitten. She was a wonderful character.
Spike and Xander is my OTP (one true pairing), the only pairing I write, though I'm not entirely averse to Angel joining them occasionally, as long as he doesn't get ideas that he belongs. ;o)
You can bookmark my journal (this link (http://www.livejournal.com/users/darkhavens)) if you don't want to get a journal of your own, but they're free, and I know at least two others have got journals just so they could join
Whatever you decide, I hope you keep reading. :o)
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on 2004-07-07 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-07 06:59 pm (UTC)And no, you're not wierd at all. Spike dresing Xander was... clever. He's getting Xander used to being touched and he's copping a feel at the same time. Hee!
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on 2004-07-07 06:43 pm (UTC)Yes, yes, I do.
There is something lurking.
*pokes bunny*
Find the lurk, baby. I think it hurts.
You can make it... better. *evil smirk*
'Death shall befall you with nasty sharp pointy teeth.'
Go bunny go.
Coffee is evil, forgive me.
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on 2004-07-07 07:06 pm (UTC)Hee!
Coffee is tres evil! ::pours you more::
Chapter 3
on 2004-07-11 01:09 am (UTC)Re: Chapter 3
on 2004-07-11 01:26 am (UTC)Loving This Fic
on 2004-07-13 07:22 am (UTC)Re: Loving This Fic
on 2004-07-13 08:16 pm (UTC)There will be more soon, I just need to get my
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on 2005-01-11 08:03 am (UTC)“Come on, pretty. All the way out now. Don’t be hiding yourself in dreams when reality can be so much more fun.” And Xander cracks his eyelids open and discovers that the weight upon his chest is a grinning Spike. The evening’s strange events come flooding back and Xander waits a moment, braced for the shock and fear and waves of panic. Nothing comes, except a deep and gnawing hunger. For the first time in an age he wants to eat.
“What’ll it be, Pet, eat, shag or talk first? I’m not bothered.”
Xander’s stomach makes it’s choice heard quite emphatically, while Xander tries not to wonder just what shag might mean, and Spike rolls off to stand beside the bed, entirely nude and unashamed of it. His cock is standing proud and Xander stares at it, suddenly as curious as a cat. He’s only ever seen one other cock before, besides his own, and both of those were neatly trimmed before they ever knew what they were missing. This alien piece of skin is fascinating, though a small part of him knows he’s just avoiding facing up to what he’s done and where he is and who he’s with and maybe why.
A hand drifts down into his line of vision and gives a casual tug that makes him flinch. He didn’t realise foreskins were so… stretchy. And then he blinks and looks away, and down, and up and gets ensnared by laughing baby blues.
“I’d crawl back into bed, but the way your stomach’s growling I think I’d be more in danger of being bitten right now than you are. So up and at ‘em, Pet. For obvious reasons we don’t tend to keep much food about, so we’ll be going out to find us something nice to eat.”
I just love you so much.