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slashthedrabble Oct. 30th, 2005 01:38 am)Another dark ficlet (400 words ) Xander/Spike
Title: The necessity of keeping your mouth shut
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Rating: PG
AN: continuation of my previous story ‘Stay in the dark’
It was dark again although not as dark as it had been. If Xander were to take a guess he would say it was morning, a rumble from his stomach proved him right. He was in a room with no windows and a locked door; there was a bed and other things but nothing to hold his attention. He’d already searched the room in a desperate attempt to find something that at least looked like a weapon but no not even a butter knife in the supposedly evil vampires lair, just a lot of dolls; and what was up with that?
Xander had been brought to this room at least four hours ago, alone ever since a very aggravated Spike had tossed him none to gently on the bed. And okay maybe he should have kept his mouth shut instead of asking stupid questions, but what kind of answer is ‘Angel gave you to me’ anyway; and what was with the naughty touching, ever heard of personal space buddy? And the next time he saw Spike he would actually say that to his face instead of shying away like a nervous animal, besides he got the feeling Spike kept doing it just to get that reaction. A sound interrupted Xanders internal monologue and he cringed when he realised it was a key turning. The door made a squeaking sound as it was pushed open, letting some light into the room; maybe it wasn’t morning maybe Xander just saw really good in the dark. It would have been a kinda cool discovery if he weren’t terrified all over again. Spike really had some kind of thing going on, what with the hair and clothes and… maybe it was just a vampire thing.
Fingers gliding through his hair brought Xander back to reality and his present situation, the shock of sensation making him twitch involuntarily and only resulting in Spike tightening his hold on Xanders hair.
“Havin some important thoughts pet? You really should pay more attention to your surroundings, wouldn’t want anything to sneak up on you in the dark now would you.” The smile Spike gave him looked positively evil and Xander promptly changed his mind about standing up for himself and his god given rights; he’d obviously forgotten that he was being held prisoner by a freaking vampire and not Larry the bully.
“Are those your dolls?” shit!
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