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 3...
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Spike tries to make small talk, dirty talk, any kind of talk during the drive back, but Xander is still playing the pissed with him card. Xander growls when he moves to switch on the radio, letting Spike know who the cock of the walk is tonight. It’s a deep and menacing rumble that makes something inside Spike resonate, makes Spike somewhat less dead.

Spike plays along, in his own manner. He’s been caught out, he’s really in for it and he wants to make sure that if they’re going to do this, whatever this is, then he’s going to make it good. Real good.

Spike looks straight ahead as he absently chews on a fingernail, then looks down as if he’s totally absorbed by it. He’s off-hand when he speaks, and he knows it.

“Wouldn’t have shagged him.”

There’s no answer.

“Would have let him shag me… Would have let him take me right there… He was packing alright. Had my hand on it, didn’t I?”

Still no answer but the car speeds up and Spike sinks down into the seat a little more, allowing himself a smirk. Almost before he knows it, they’re home and he’s expecting to be ordered into the house – the first order of many more that he’s anticipating. What he doesn’t expect is the sudden lapful of Xander grasping his hair and pulling his head back, kissing the top of Spike’s head, his forehead, his cheeks and finally his lips.

It’s a lip-crushing, teeth-scraping kiss, a kiss that says however long they’ve been together that this will never get old. Maybe it should have lost something through the number of times it’s been practiced by them, but each well choreographed step still feels, still tastes of living and dark places and secrets and together. Spike lets his lips part and feels Xander’s tongue dart around his teeth, feels it tangle and twist with his own.

Spike moans round a mouthful of Xander and his fingers frantically fumble with belt buckles and zippers.

And then Spike is all alone, blinking as he watches Xander slam the car door and disappear into the house. This does not happen to him. He’s William the Bloody, he’s Spike, he’s been evil personified, he’s…

“I’m irresistible, me!”

Seconds later Spike is inside the house, heading for the bedroom, avoiding listening to Xander in the shower – usually one of his favourite pastimes. Only superseded by joining Xander in the shower… He sits on the edge of the bed and drinks in the scent of them as he wonders just what has gotten into Xander tonight. He knows his boy has balls, but does Xander really expect Spike to bottom to him like that?

Then his mind flickers back to the wall in the alleyway earlier and he realises that it’s too late already. No getting off this runaway train now.

Xander comes into the bedroom wearing a towelling robe, hair poking every which way and smelling slightly musky. He stands with his back against the wall, bends one knee and places the foot flat on the wall. Spike almost smiles as he recognises yet another piece of him that has rubbed off on Xander.

Sometimes it scares him shitless that these days he can’t see the join any more.

“Take those clothes off and lie down on the bed”

The tone is right, the words are right, but Spike simply can’t do it. He leaves the bed and pushes Xander right up against the wall, holding down Xander’s wrists as he laughs and then kisses him hard. Spike steps back and sees the momentary hesitation in Xander’s face.

But it lasts for a mere second before Xander levels his gaze at him and speaks, calmly and quietly as though he’s explaining something extremely complicated.

“Get naked. Get on the bed and get ready for me to spank you.”

Spike laughs again and turns away.

“You really expect me to take orders? Ought to respect your elders a bit more… if I’m going to do that – and that’s a mighty big if – if I choose to do that, then it’s my choice.”

Spike looks back over his shoulder, throwing out the challenge to Xander, seeing if he can call Xander’s bluff, if he’ll back down.

But Xander’s gaze never falters.

“Fine by me. You want a choice? Either you choose to lie down on that bed naked – or you choose to walk out this door. That’s your choice. But if you stay… you do what I say. No bullshit. So choose.”

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

Ummm, it kind of grewed and grewed and grewed and got too big to post in one comment. So I've commented with this bit and will comment with the final part later on.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't mind, honestly. *g* *smooch* Thanks!

This does not happen to him. He’s William the Bloody, he’s Spike, he’s been evil personified, he’s…

“I’m irresistible, me!”

Hee! Ah, Spike, the walking talking ego. Love it!

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

Eeek! I'm glad you don't mind that it got bigger than I expected. Here's Part *counts on fingers* ?4? I think. Part 5 will definitely be the final part and will be along later.

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Spike wants to laugh again at Xander’s presumption, he wants to flip him the bird or some such nonsense. Then he sees it in the glint in Xander’s eye, in the set of Xander’s jaw and he knows that it’s okay to do this.

Spike bends down and takes off one boot, and then the other. Okay, maybe he does a little bit of arse-wiggling too while he’s down there. He’s definitely of the opinion that it doesn’t hurt to tease your lover every so often.

Alright, all the time.

And it’s so easy to do when your lover just happens to be Xander Harris.

Though later it’s going to cost him dearly thinking about it, Spike doesn’t say a word as he turns back round and drops his head in clear submission, stepping backwards slowly until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed. He pauses and begins to undress, slowly, wanting to make this as good for Xander as it’s going to be for him.

There’s none of the desperate fumbling of the passion-filled embrace in the car earlier but as Spike undoes his shirt, careful button by careful button edging through the buttonholes, gradually revealing his torso, he knows that this is no less erotic.

When all the buttons are eventually undone, Spike pushes the shirt off his shoulders, lets his arms fall to his side and listens to the fabric glide downwards. Spike wants to look up and see the lust in Xander’s face, but he knows that he’ll have to make do with the scent of Xander’s growing arousal for now.

He feels like there should be some kind of cheesy porn music playing in his mind. Instead all Spike hears are Xander’s steady, deep breaths and the clink of his belt buckle as he pulls it through the loops, followed by a low rumble as he undoes his jeans.

It’s a good thing he isn’t looking at Xander, because he doesn’t think the smile would be particularly appropriate or welcome. He can’t stop it happening though, as he remembers exactly how Xander undressed him the last time he wore these pants.

What can he say? He’s a vampire; of course he’s going to have a fetish for teeth…

Finally Spike is completely naked, and Xander’s breathing has hitched up a notch or two. Xander moves closer to the bed as Spike lies down face first, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead on one arm.

This is it, this is something that Xander gives him freely all the time, and it’s not anything that Spike can’t do. He hopes that Xander feels what he feels when their positions are reversed. Power? Yes, power – but also love and respect and trust.

A hand raps against one cheek, not hard enough to be a smack.

Not yet.

“Kneel up and get that pretty little ass in the air.”

The order is snapped out, the tone brooks no arguments and Spike obeys instantly. In a manner of speaking, that is. For yes, his butt does shoot into the air.

He knows, however, that he shouldn’t have spoken.

He shouldn’t have called Xander “Master” in quite that tone of voice.

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, Spike feels the hand resting in readiness on his skin begin to tremble, and he’s not sure what to expect next.

He certainly doesn’t expect laughter and then…

“Ow!”

Spike’s head whips round, yet Xander’s face is more angelic than any blessed cherubim’s.

“What?”

Xander looks the absolute picture of complete innocence, but Spike knows that he didn’t bite himself in the arse just then.
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I'm sorry, I just couldn't keep up dom!Xander like this and keep a straight face.

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Bwahahahaha! Lovely! (I'm sorry for taking so long to reply but I didn't get the comment notification email. *kicks LJ*)

Xander can play t being dom, but the key word is 'play'. He's still Xander, inside and out, and he can't resist showing it. And really, who wouldn't bite that arse if they had the chance? *g*