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slashthedrabble and the challenge of “Sight.”
Take these apart or take them together…there is a progression here, though. The last one’s very dark. Be warned, and skip that one if the warnings bother you. I think I scared myself with that one. All are S/X as well as X/A. None are too happy for Anya.
In Sight, Out Sight – 200 Words
In his mind, Xander replaces the sight in front of him with the one he’d like to see.
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Xander feels the rubber cock pushing in and out of him, the delicious internal suction of his body as it tries to hold it in, missing it with each upthrust and crying out with pleasure every time it drives into him.
He looks in the mirror beside their bed and sees Anya, biting her lip with concentration as she sits beside him and fucks him with the dildo, trying her best to obey his commands to go harder, deeper. The sight is arousing, but it is not enough…not enough to push him over.
For that he has to close his eyes, and let another image take place. In his mind, it is the sight of someone else, blonde, covering Xander’s body with his own, propping himself up on his arms as he thrusts again and again. In his mind, the vampire claims Xander as his own, forcing Xander deeper and deeper into the bed as Xander surrenders himself entirely.
As far as Xander knows, Anya never wonders why he asks her to do this to him in their bed, or whose name he calls out in his mind as he bites into the pillow, choking back the actual sound.
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Better – 200 Words
Xander compares the sight of one lover to the other.
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Xander thrusts up joyfully as Spike sits astride him, bouncing up and down, energetically riding his cock, and he can’t help but remember the night before when Anya did the same. But she was nothing but softness, fake tan, and swinging flesh, hair sticky and matted as the sweat of exertion rolled down her face and between the lobes of her breasts. Her eyes glaze with concentration, as though she is looking inward, and Xander can never tell whether she is concentrating on his pleasure or her own. When she shudders and comes, her face crumples into something blotchy and red, cries coming from her lips weak and faint, pathetic little things.
Spike doesn’t get sticky and stink with the moisture of his sweat. Vampires are above that. His flesh doesn’t hang and swing. Instead, he is a marbled god, perfect and exultant as he throws back his head and crows loudly with joy at Xander’s body. When Spike looks back down, he smiles, face beautiful and serene. Those ice blue eyes bore into his and Xander knows Spike is seeing him. He is sure of it. He might love Anya, but what he has with Spike—this is better.
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Vengeance – 500 words
Anya wants to pay Xander back for a sight she’ll never forget with a sight he’ll never forget.
WARNING!!! NOT A HAPPY FIC! DARKNESS, SUICIDE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION!
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Women usually do it with poison or by slitting their wrists. Those who choose bullets use pretty handguns and shoot for the chest. Something about not wanting to ruin their faces for the funerals. It’s neater, but the failure rate is high.
But after more than a thousand years, Anya has no such qualms—she wants it to be as ugly and as messy as she can make it. Failure is not an option. She wants the sight of her corpse to shock him. She wants Xander to know what he’s done to her as he and his other lover discover the gore and spray of blood against the wall, the wound angry and gaping from the high caliber rifle shell that would enter under her jaw, tear through her brain, and explode out the top of her head taking bone and hair to shatter the tile and embed itself in the bathroom wall. The sound will call them as the rifleblast reverberates through the enclosed space, and that is the sight they will see.
Xander will try to clean it up, paying one of those cleaning services specializing in such things, but in the end, he will have to sell the apartment, because he’ll never be able to pass the bathroom without remembering the horror he saw there, the memory of her accusing corpse. Never again will he and Spike copulate there. And when they go elsewhere…Anya hopes every time they fuck, Xander will remember, her condemning ghost haunting him, screaming and railing and tearing at him with every orgasm at the vampire’s hands. That for which he betrayed her forever tainted with the ultimate realization of his sin.
Anya places the butt of the rifle on the toilet, securing the barrel under her chin, and even now she imagines she can hear them. Spike and Xander don’t know she knows, but she does. She’s seen them, in their apartment, in her bed, Spike’s cock so firmly imbedded in Xander’s throat that neither noticed she was home early. She’s home early today too, and she knows they’re together, a bare room away, and the remembered sight haunts her, refusing to leave her alone. In a thousand years, she’s loved exactly one man, and that man took her heart and did the most painful thing he could ever have done. He took her love and, instead of cherishing it and honoring it, he treated it like garbage, throwing it away. She’d thought of killing him, but his own death would be too good for him, tormenting her and leaving him in peace. No, she might not be a demon any longer, but she can wreak her vengeance one final time.
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“She’ll be back soon, pet,” Spike whispers as Xander writhes and moans beneath him, clasping his hands to the vampire’s ass and trying to force Spike’s cock deeper inside his aching body.
Xander can’t even think to reply, until an impossibly loud blast shatters the silence and breaks the world.
slashthedrabble and the challenge of “Sight.”Take these apart or take them together…there is a progression here, though. The last one’s very dark. Be warned, and skip that one if the warnings bother you. I think I scared myself with that one. All are S/X as well as X/A. None are too happy for Anya.
In Sight, Out Sight – 200 Words
In his mind, Xander replaces the sight in front of him with the one he’d like to see.
-------------------
Xander feels the rubber cock pushing in and out of him, the delicious internal suction of his body as it tries to hold it in, missing it with each upthrust and crying out with pleasure every time it drives into him.
He looks in the mirror beside their bed and sees Anya, biting her lip with concentration as she sits beside him and fucks him with the dildo, trying her best to obey his commands to go harder, deeper. The sight is arousing, but it is not enough…not enough to push him over.
For that he has to close his eyes, and let another image take place. In his mind, it is the sight of someone else, blonde, covering Xander’s body with his own, propping himself up on his arms as he thrusts again and again. In his mind, the vampire claims Xander as his own, forcing Xander deeper and deeper into the bed as Xander surrenders himself entirely.
As far as Xander knows, Anya never wonders why he asks her to do this to him in their bed, or whose name he calls out in his mind as he bites into the pillow, choking back the actual sound.
====================================
Better – 200 Words
Xander compares the sight of one lover to the other.
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Xander thrusts up joyfully as Spike sits astride him, bouncing up and down, energetically riding his cock, and he can’t help but remember the night before when Anya did the same. But she was nothing but softness, fake tan, and swinging flesh, hair sticky and matted as the sweat of exertion rolled down her face and between the lobes of her breasts. Her eyes glaze with concentration, as though she is looking inward, and Xander can never tell whether she is concentrating on his pleasure or her own. When she shudders and comes, her face crumples into something blotchy and red, cries coming from her lips weak and faint, pathetic little things.
Spike doesn’t get sticky and stink with the moisture of his sweat. Vampires are above that. His flesh doesn’t hang and swing. Instead, he is a marbled god, perfect and exultant as he throws back his head and crows loudly with joy at Xander’s body. When Spike looks back down, he smiles, face beautiful and serene. Those ice blue eyes bore into his and Xander knows Spike is seeing him. He is sure of it. He might love Anya, but what he has with Spike—this is better.
====================================
Vengeance – 500 words
Anya wants to pay Xander back for a sight she’ll never forget with a sight he’ll never forget.
WARNING!!! NOT A HAPPY FIC! DARKNESS, SUICIDE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION!
-------------------
Women usually do it with poison or by slitting their wrists. Those who choose bullets use pretty handguns and shoot for the chest. Something about not wanting to ruin their faces for the funerals. It’s neater, but the failure rate is high.
But after more than a thousand years, Anya has no such qualms—she wants it to be as ugly and as messy as she can make it. Failure is not an option. She wants the sight of her corpse to shock him. She wants Xander to know what he’s done to her as he and his other lover discover the gore and spray of blood against the wall, the wound angry and gaping from the high caliber rifle shell that would enter under her jaw, tear through her brain, and explode out the top of her head taking bone and hair to shatter the tile and embed itself in the bathroom wall. The sound will call them as the rifleblast reverberates through the enclosed space, and that is the sight they will see.
Xander will try to clean it up, paying one of those cleaning services specializing in such things, but in the end, he will have to sell the apartment, because he’ll never be able to pass the bathroom without remembering the horror he saw there, the memory of her accusing corpse. Never again will he and Spike copulate there. And when they go elsewhere…Anya hopes every time they fuck, Xander will remember, her condemning ghost haunting him, screaming and railing and tearing at him with every orgasm at the vampire’s hands. That for which he betrayed her forever tainted with the ultimate realization of his sin.
Anya places the butt of the rifle on the toilet, securing the barrel under her chin, and even now she imagines she can hear them. Spike and Xander don’t know she knows, but she does. She’s seen them, in their apartment, in her bed, Spike’s cock so firmly imbedded in Xander’s throat that neither noticed she was home early. She’s home early today too, and she knows they’re together, a bare room away, and the remembered sight haunts her, refusing to leave her alone. In a thousand years, she’s loved exactly one man, and that man took her heart and did the most painful thing he could ever have done. He took her love and, instead of cherishing it and honoring it, he treated it like garbage, throwing it away. She’d thought of killing him, but his own death would be too good for him, tormenting her and leaving him in peace. No, she might not be a demon any longer, but she can wreak her vengeance one final time.
***
“She’ll be back soon, pet,” Spike whispers as Xander writhes and moans beneath him, clasping his hands to the vampire’s ass and trying to force Spike’s cock deeper inside his aching body.
Xander can’t even think to reply, until an impossibly loud blast shatters the silence and breaks the world.
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Anya really does know how to make an exit, huh? ::shivers::
That was a powerful trilogy but that last one is certainly the strongest.
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Powerful stuff there. I was a weenie and skipped all but that last bit on the last one. Sorry. Thanks for the warning! LOL
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Are u checking your GU email over break? Please do, and let me know what you think of plan B for the BP Comp....THX
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Maybe send to one of my other email acounts as you already know my LJ *smacks self*
phendog [at] gmail.com
thephendog [at] yahoo.com
Both are more reliable and I check them more often too.
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Nice to hear it turned out okay.
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Yeah...well, you know what they say about the woman scorned...
Thanks!
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Thanks ;^)
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It's weird...I actually LIKE Spander, but I think I was following up something I've seen in a lot of fics where the inconvient sig. other just gets tossed aside.
In terms of comparing, yeah. It seems like the cheater always manages to make comparisons, no matter how unfair, and the one he's cheating with always comes out favorably...*sigh*
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