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margarks.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 31st, 2004 01:10 am)Crossposted to my LJ and some other places . . .
In the mirror, Xander's one eye tracked the gaunt features of his face. He'd lost a lot of weight recently, leaving his skin looking baggy, pale. Watching his reflection he traced a finger around the edge of the empty socket.
He felt curiously numb. He'd never been handsome. So what, if he were now . . . damaged? He stared, unable to look away.
"Go ahead, say it." Even without the reflection he knew Spike was watching and he couldn't help the bitter words.
A cool hand forced Xander to turn and face the vampire. Silence. Then, without warning, Spike kissed him.
"Beautiful."
"Oh, god," Kyle murmured as Michael's mouth took his. It was hot, and arousing, and wrong, but they did it anyway. Michael's hands were in his hair, their groins rubbing together.
"Anything?" Michael asked.
Kyle could smell the chalk dust years of cleaning erasers had permanently left in the small room. He could feel Michael all around him, the roughness of his jeans, the smoothness of his skin. Every sense seemed to be on red alert. But he didn't get any flashes.
"No." Disappointment flooded him.
"Let's keep trying," Michael coaxed between kisses, pictures of Kyle flashing through his mind.
Testing a new scrying spell he'd unearthed, one allowing sound as well as sight, Giles chose a subject he was sure would be staid, boring. He was wrong.
Wesley shimmered in the bowl, his willowy form arched and naked, one hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Giles couldn't look away, couldn't help leaning forward to hear every grunt and groan.
Giles' own hand found its way down to the hard lump in his trousers, rubbing furiously over the cotton material. He could tell Wesley was close, could see the man's bollocks tighten and lift.
"Mr. Giles!"
Giles groaned and came.
In the mirror, Xander's one eye tracked the gaunt features of his face. He'd lost a lot of weight recently, leaving his skin looking baggy, pale. Watching his reflection he traced a finger around the edge of the empty socket.
He felt curiously numb. He'd never been handsome. So what, if he were now . . . damaged? He stared, unable to look away.
"Go ahead, say it." Even without the reflection he knew Spike was watching and he couldn't help the bitter words.
A cool hand forced Xander to turn and face the vampire. Silence. Then, without warning, Spike kissed him.
"Beautiful."
"Oh, god," Kyle murmured as Michael's mouth took his. It was hot, and arousing, and wrong, but they did it anyway. Michael's hands were in his hair, their groins rubbing together.
"Anything?" Michael asked.
Kyle could smell the chalk dust years of cleaning erasers had permanently left in the small room. He could feel Michael all around him, the roughness of his jeans, the smoothness of his skin. Every sense seemed to be on red alert. But he didn't get any flashes.
"No." Disappointment flooded him.
"Let's keep trying," Michael coaxed between kisses, pictures of Kyle flashing through his mind.
Testing a new scrying spell he'd unearthed, one allowing sound as well as sight, Giles chose a subject he was sure would be staid, boring. He was wrong.
Wesley shimmered in the bowl, his willowy form arched and naked, one hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Giles couldn't look away, couldn't help leaning forward to hear every grunt and groan.
Giles' own hand found its way down to the hard lump in his trousers, rubbing furiously over the cotton material. He could tell Wesley was close, could see the man's bollocks tighten and lift.
"Mr. Giles!"
Giles groaned and came.
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Of course, Giles/Wes always gets me happy, but this S/X was amazing!
Thanks for the good day beginning...
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Wes/Giles... **purr** Possibly not a small shock for Giles, but at least not an unpleasant one.
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Michael/Kyle is certainly an intriguing thought. Just trying for the flashes, of course... *g*
And Giles! Wicked Watcher, scrying on Wesley unawares. He certanly got a pleasant surprise!
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So sweet, S/X, I love when Spike steps up to the plate and says or does the exact right thing. It makes him so lovable under all the tough guy facade.