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darkhavens.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 25th, 2004 11:08 pm)Author: darkhavens
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Consent issues...
Dedication: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
literati. A drabble for each of her favourite pairings. Yes, I wrote not-Spander! Don't expect me to do it again any time soon. Merry Christmas darlin'! Love you. *smooch*
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Nor Any Scrap of Tenderness, Angel/Spike, R
The wheelchair was awkward, too loud, and it seemed wrong to approach the bed in that symbol of shame and weakness. So, each time the hunger became too much to bear, Spike wheeled himself to the door and then began the long slow crawl across the floor to Angelus' feet.
He became adept at using the heavy bedposts to lift himself so that he could slip beneath the silken sheets and suckle his 'sire' to a silent orgasm. It was the closest he ever got these days to tasting Aurelius blood.
In the dark of night he was left alone.
Penance, Giles/Wesley, R
The demons were vanquished. The children were gone to their beds. The Slayer was victorious and contemptuous of his support. One shot of scotch was enough to wipe him out, and Wesley, to his never-ending shame, passed out on Rupert's sofa.
But now he was awake and needing to play the penitent acolyte, and the only possible recipient was asleep above his head. This could be difficult, though not impossible.
~~~
He was expecting flannel. The nudity nearly changed his mind but once he spied his pound of flesh resistance fled. He dropped to his knees and worshipped. Giles sighed.
Lucky Seven, Spike/Xander, PG-13
The first time Xander thought he was dreaming. When the alarm went off he checked and saw that Spike was still safely bound to the barcalounger.
The third time he'd tried to move, to touch the head between his thighs, but his hands had been pinned down as words were whispered against his skin.
"'S just a dream. Lie back and enjoy." And, scared of maybe losing this forever if he didn't, Xander did.
The seventh time he was ready and awake, but faking well. He waited through the slithering of ropes and squeaks of springs.
"Come to bed, Spike."
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Consent issues...
Dedication: Written for
literati. A drabble for each of her favourite pairings. Yes, I wrote not-Spander! Don't expect me to do it again any time soon. Merry Christmas darlin'! Love you. *smooch*~~~~~
Nor Any Scrap of Tenderness, Angel/Spike, R
The wheelchair was awkward, too loud, and it seemed wrong to approach the bed in that symbol of shame and weakness. So, each time the hunger became too much to bear, Spike wheeled himself to the door and then began the long slow crawl across the floor to Angelus' feet.
He became adept at using the heavy bedposts to lift himself so that he could slip beneath the silken sheets and suckle his 'sire' to a silent orgasm. It was the closest he ever got these days to tasting Aurelius blood.
In the dark of night he was left alone.
Penance, Giles/Wesley, R
The demons were vanquished. The children were gone to their beds. The Slayer was victorious and contemptuous of his support. One shot of scotch was enough to wipe him out, and Wesley, to his never-ending shame, passed out on Rupert's sofa.
But now he was awake and needing to play the penitent acolyte, and the only possible recipient was asleep above his head. This could be difficult, though not impossible.
~~~
He was expecting flannel. The nudity nearly changed his mind but once he spied his pound of flesh resistance fled. He dropped to his knees and worshipped. Giles sighed.
Lucky Seven, Spike/Xander, PG-13
The first time Xander thought he was dreaming. When the alarm went off he checked and saw that Spike was still safely bound to the barcalounger.
The third time he'd tried to move, to touch the head between his thighs, but his hands had been pinned down as words were whispered against his skin.
"'S just a dream. Lie back and enjoy." And, scared of maybe losing this forever if he didn't, Xander did.
The seventh time he was ready and awake, but faking well. He waited through the slithering of ropes and squeaks of springs.
"Come to bed, Spike."
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