I want anniversary porn!

[darkhavens]

Tomorrow, Friday 18th November, is my second Spanderversary. It's been an unbelievable two years since I discovered slash and Spander with one fortuitous click of the mouse here at LJ.

I think that deserves some sort of celebratory porn fest, so, porn me!

Link me to the hottest porny Spander you've ever read, write me comment porn - whatever, I'm easy. I just want porn! :D

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[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

Happy, happy Spanderversary!
*throws party with blow-outs, streamers and all that crap*

I'm effing knackered, so you get Part 1 of this now, and the rest tomorrow. I hope that it's not too much of the extreme suckage.

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The beat, some kind of wannabe techno, insinuates itself inside everyone in the club; the clever harmonies and funky mixes don’t matter. All anyone hears is the primal, tribal beat that echoes their own hearts, thumping and pumping and it’s all life, life, life.

Life… even though they seem stupefied, bodies moving with no thoughts running through their heads. Hot bodies that grind and press against someone else, just needing that simple contact to keep them grounded.

But it’s not simple, it’s sex with their clothes on and Spike bares his teeth as he drinks in the pheromones, his arms slipping round the nearest available body. A hand grabs at his ass, but he’s already busy moving with the beat, grinding himself against the guy’s back.

Hands cover his own, big hands that shove his downwards until they’re resting just north of this guy’s groin. As the hands release him to move backwards, pulling Spike in nearer, Spike wonders just how far this guy is planning to go with this.

If he’s honest about it, Spike is going to take it as far as it’ll go.

And further.

Spike isn’t dancing now – at least not the same kind of dance that everyone else is. He presses forwards, rolling his hips as he moves one hand over the guy’s groin and he’s happy to notice that the guy seems just as ready for this as he is. Spike leans his head forwards and licks a path up the side of the guy’s neck, before covering the guy’s ear, fucking it gently with his tongue as his hands get busy down below.

The guy moans, a soft, low rumble that no-one else but Spike could have heard and he knows it’s time. Spike’s hands move to grasp the guy’s hips and he pulls back his head so he can whisper in the same ear he’s just been so intimate with.

“Want to take this elsewhere?”

Just as Spike knew would happen, the guy nods and turns to face Spike, with his lust-heavy eyes widening in shock as he backs away.

“Shit! No! No way!” And with those few words he is gone, disappearing into the crowd.

Spike stares at the retreating figure for perhaps a millionth of a second and then shrugs. He doesn’t even bother to look behind him to see what was so scary.

He knows.

Especially when warm breath speaks icily into his ear.

“Don’t fuck around with me, Spike. Seriously… don’t. You know I’m going to have to punish you now, right?”

Fuck, but he’s so hot for Xander when he’s like this…

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Spike stares at the retreating figure for perhaps a millionth of a second and then shrugs. He doesn’t even bother to look behind him to see what was so scary.

Right up until that point I thought the guy Spike was grinding against was Xander. Sneaky!

Of course I can wait until tomorrow for the next bit...
*toes the dirt and pouts*

I love my dancefloor Spander!

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

::grins::

[catvampcrazines.livejournal.com]

rofl, I love your icon!!

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

Part 2 for you!

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Xander doesn’t say a single word as he turns on the spot and stalks out of the club, escaping from the crush of sticky, hot bodies into the night air. With the humidity of a summer storm brewing, there’s hardly any breeze to dry the sweat from Xander’s body and the silk sticks to him, emphasizing the frame he has so diligently developed.

Spike follows, already well on the way to being hard and he wonders just what Xander has planned for him.

He knows that Xander has definitely planned this… waking Spike up earlier with an enthusiastic blowjob that almost sucked Spike’s brains right out of his dick. For a wake up call, that beats the shit out of an alarm clock. Xander had fallen back onto the bed and pushed Spike away without any malice, when he’d made to return the favour.

“No, sweetheart, that was just for you. Hmmm, think I’m gonna watch the Atlantis re-runs… wanna join me?”

And whilst the idea of watching Mckay and Sheppard flirt and skirt around the issue again appealed a little, Spike felt the itch in his feet, the need to be doing something.

Or somebody.

Spike smiled, but shook his head and crawled back up the bed to kiss Xander, tasting a little of himself there still. Xander moaned, and Spike thought he’d changed his mind, but the arching body was just Xander reaching for the remote.

A click, and the plasma screen on the wall sprang to life. Xander released Spike’s mouth and his whole attention seemed now to be fixed on the screen.

“Go out, have some fun.”

So Spike had. Almost.

And now he has to pay.

Xander turns down the darkened alleyway next to the club, heading towards the car lot, long strides belying the air of non-urgency he has. Spike hurries behind him, as though he’s afraid - though Spike would never use that word - that Xander is going to vanish as quickly as he appeared. Then Xander stops walking and Spike just about manages not to crash right into him.

“Hey!”

Xander turns and smiles, but it’s not the goofy grin that makes Spike roll his eyes at the same time as his knees weaken. He’d never tell Xander that, though. Looking at him, Spike thinks briefly that Xander must have spent some of his time over in Africa gone completely bush, for that smile is the smile of a predator.

The shadows hide them as Xander pushes Spike back against the wall of the club, turning him around and, preamble be fucked, pulls Spike’s pants down and thrusts inside. So much pain, so much pleasure and Spike’s brain whites out.

Sometimes this is just what they both need. Lust, simple, uncomplicated got to fuck you right away, lust.

As Spike screams Xander’s name, as he deifies Xander once again, as he sprays against the wall and then falls backwards, limp and spent… sometimes they need complicated as well.

Because Xander still hasn’t come.

And Spike still needs to be punished.

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Okay, don't kill me. I'm going to do Part 3 tonight - just wondering if you had a particular kink that you'd like addressed during Spike's "punishment"?

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Huh, somehow I missed this comment notification when I got back from work last night. *kicks the internet*

Whee! Wall sex! Atlantis shoutout! Hot and sweet and oooooooh, kink... think think think kink...

Spike needs a good paddling while he tells Xander exactly what he was going to do to the not-Xander he'd picked up in the club. *g*

Thank you! :D

[piratepurple.livejournal.com]

Oh, so very evil, in that good way. :)

[altyronsmaker.livejournal.com]

Holy - guh - crap.

That was so damn hot my eyeballs were melting. Then BAM! Xander comes in and frightens off the little one, and then WHAM! Xander needs to punish Spike. Ummm. Wow.

need to use the facilities now