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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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