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Title: Love's Bitches 6/?
Author: Rowaine (rowained@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Spike/Xander, eventually
See first part for disclaimer, warnings, etc ad nauseum
Feedback is welcome, but please limit yourself to constructive comments. Flames will be forwarded to my hormonal teenagers for their weekly bonfire and weenie roast.
See what happens on a no-interview day? Disappear into fanfic fantasy, stir in creative juices, simmer with a few spicey dreams and voila! Compulsive updates. ...right, sorry, shutting up now...
:: What do you do with a drunken sailor ::
They stop several hours later at a small hotel, figuring that it's so out of the way that they wouldn't have to fight for rooms. Wrong. There seems to be some sort of crawfish convention among the locals -- only one room left, and it's a single.
Right, you can deal with this. We've shared smaller quarters before, and a couple of nights on the air matress too. No reason to wig, Xanman. Just cus you're having warm, fuzzy thoughts about the probably straight vampire who looks way too appealing in a tank and tight jeans. So what if he's got a higher body temperature now, making morning cuddles all too inviting. He's the one who curls up so close, and friction is gonna happen, right? Can't blaim me for morning wood either. Healthy young male here, it's normal. And he was turned young, so his is expected too, yeah? Or can I read more into it than that... Dammit, guys are supposed to be uncomplicated!
At least he didn't even raise an eyebrow when I dragged him shopping. He can't wear my sweats all the time, it's unnatural! That body and 'tude demand skin-tight denim and muscle-sculpting silk, and I am sooooooo screwed. Can't even get through a simple trip to Walmart without lusting after the not quite evil undead. Hmm... is he really undead now? Body temp close to human, no flashfires in sunlight, no cravings for blood, no cravings for gorey mayhem either (excluding that incident at the checkout, but we can excuse it... damned Jehovah's witnesses). Sorta sad that I can't replace his Docs and duster. Just isn't the same, y'know?
There's a little bar attached to the motel, and it's tempting. Way too tempting. But if I'm gonna drink, it'll be in the privacy of our room. No sense making a fool out of myself in front of the natives. He doesn't seem to object to the idea either. Not like Spike has ever turned down free booze. So one last stop for us, then back to camp.
Much later, Xander will probably convince himself that getting drunk after having realized his growing attraction to the former serial killer *with* said killer was probably just asking for trouble. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
They drag in bags and boxes, tearing tags off before stuffing new cloths in whatever tote is nearby. The motel's pitiful excuse for a TV plays pay-per-view and local stations only, but that's ok since they can order up some soft core and get buzzed. Like old times. Sorta. And hey, there's beer and whiskey and vodka.
So now they're comfy, laying at either end of the bed, watching a couple of silicon beauties spanking each other while they consume more alcohol than is strictly good for them. Xander knows his mind is wandering, but he's buzzing and can't bring himself to care. Besides, the view is just too enticing... From his vantage point at the head of the bed, he has this incredibly tight ass at the end of long muscular legs, lovingly hugged in stone-washed jeans. Spike stripped out of his t-shirt shortly after they started drinking, which simply added to the eye candy -- the flex and shift of back muscles has never made Xander quite this hard.
And wasn't it just a brilliant idea to watch some porn? Whatever scents of phermones the vamp might pick up can be blaimed on the kinky lesbo action on screen. No need to bring up any other subject. Barring the definite rise in his own pants.
It seems like a lifetime ago that Anya had tried talking him into a threesome with another guy. He'd pitched one helluva fit about that, more than it deserved, really. In his defense, it hadn't been that long since he'd moved out of his parents' sphere of influence. She had tried to understand, but swore she could tell he was interested, however loud he might protest. She's probably cackling maniacally right now, if she can hear his thoughts.
Oooo, a wiggle and clench. Dunno what got that reaction, but I hope it happens again. And remember, boys and girls, vampires are way stronger than humans. So no matter how much bigger you are, Spike would be able to toss you half a block away. Good -- he won't break if we get too enthusiastic. Bad -- *I* might break if he's offended by the idea. Team Bad wins this round, to the crowd's loud boo's.
Ok, so I'm not as brave as I wanna be. Rejection was never my favorite type of foreplay. And this first step into gay territory is made more dangerous by the fact that he really could wrap me around a telephone pole if he gets too pissed off. Strangely erotic actually, knowing how much raw power lies in that slim body. And no, I refuse to admit just how much it turns me on. The danger part. After all, with my relationship history it's no wonder I'm drawn to power, right? Demons and slayers and more demons. So this one's got different equipment and less desire to be 'nice' about turning me down. Murky waters, Xan, tread carefully and stay close to the shore.
:: So early in the morning ::
Huh. Harris buys me cloths, offers smokes and drinks, pays for really crappy porn. Wonder if he realizes how that looks to a demon. Nah, Anya's Viking in the sack has loudly proclaimed his heterosexuality too many times. And yeh, he smelled horny before the movie started, but so what? Whelp hasn't tossed off since I joined his little party.
Can't believe I turned down my favorite cigs though. Guess whatever the Powers did to this new body makes it reject nicotine. Not gonna try too hard, sorta got used to not smoking lately. Yeh, hear the sarcasm in me own head, eh? Whatever. Too much time around that lot will do it to the best of us.
It's tempting to see how far I can push the mood though. No, I'm not the same demon I was... before the chip, before the soul, before... just before. Doesn't mean I don't like a bit o' friction now and again. Mmm, friction! Hell, Xander won't much care if I go find a willing body for the night, right? Would be better with someone who actually gives a shit, but I don't see a line outside the door.
We've made our way through three bottles of Jack and a twelve-pack of beer, feeling nice and toasty. Nice and randy too. Figure I'm outa luck picking someone up at the bar though. This is hicksville, where the men are men and the wildlife is nervous. Don't need to get shot over a fuck. Could just wank here, just gotta roll over and unzip, or maybe take it to the shower. Awful lotta trouble, innit?
"Shove over, pet. Only so much a man can stand o' this before he's gotta get a handle on things, y'know?" Yeh, joining Xan at the other end of the bed jars him out of whatever fantasy he was living, if that blush is anything to go by. "Don't mind, do ya?"
"Er... right. Do whatcha gotta do, fang-... Spike. Want me to leave the room?" And isn't that blush moving farther down?
"What's got your hackles up, boy? Not like you haven't had a wank before. Having shared your past residences, I know better." Ha, do something with that. And while he's thinking up a reply, take a nice deep breath. Lust, embarassment, more lust, and some shame? Well that's new and different. "Hey, never mind, pet. I'll take it to the loo, k?"
Before I can flip off the bed, he's got his arm on my shoulder. It's so wonderfully warm, could get used to that. Not had alot of the good touches since Prague, when Dru got... sick. And she was never warm, not even after a feed.
"Wait Spike, do what you need to. Hey, you know how my folks were... Trying to get past their narrow-minded shit. Whip it out and do the backstroke, I don't care, ok?"
Can't lie for shit, always liked that about him. So I know he's telling the truth now... til that last part. For some reason, he does care. Doesn't *mind*, but it matters. Huh, what the hell? Another whiff confirms the previous one, but his shame's almost gone now. Right, what's that leave us...
Oh.
Oh!
Accelerated heartrate and breathing. Sending off phermones like he's calling his pack or something. Dilated eyes, but t lot look directly at me. Bloody fekkin buggerin hell, the White Knight's got a yen for some o' me!
How to react. Outraged? Probably expecting that, so no fun there. Aggressive is my usual bit, but if he's only now coming out, it's likely to be too much. Offer to help each other out, cliche but might work best. Could just lay back and let'em look his fill, do that body language thing to tell'em it's alright to look an' touch. Huh, nah... Xanpet's always been a bit dense bout these things.
And maybe I should just lay here and see what he'll do. Enough liquor will bring out the bi-play in most anyone.
Yeh, we've still got a couple full bottles of the hard stuff and over half the beer. Not gonna fuck this up, whatever happens. He'll have to make the first move.
Author: Rowaine (rowained@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Spike/Xander, eventually
See first part for disclaimer, warnings, etc ad nauseum
Feedback is welcome, but please limit yourself to constructive comments. Flames will be forwarded to my hormonal teenagers for their weekly bonfire and weenie roast.
See what happens on a no-interview day? Disappear into fanfic fantasy, stir in creative juices, simmer with a few spicey dreams and voila! Compulsive updates. ...right, sorry, shutting up now...
:: What do you do with a drunken sailor ::
They stop several hours later at a small hotel, figuring that it's so out of the way that they wouldn't have to fight for rooms. Wrong. There seems to be some sort of crawfish convention among the locals -- only one room left, and it's a single.
Right, you can deal with this. We've shared smaller quarters before, and a couple of nights on the air matress too. No reason to wig, Xanman. Just cus you're having warm, fuzzy thoughts about the probably straight vampire who looks way too appealing in a tank and tight jeans. So what if he's got a higher body temperature now, making morning cuddles all too inviting. He's the one who curls up so close, and friction is gonna happen, right? Can't blaim me for morning wood either. Healthy young male here, it's normal. And he was turned young, so his is expected too, yeah? Or can I read more into it than that... Dammit, guys are supposed to be uncomplicated!
At least he didn't even raise an eyebrow when I dragged him shopping. He can't wear my sweats all the time, it's unnatural! That body and 'tude demand skin-tight denim and muscle-sculpting silk, and I am sooooooo screwed. Can't even get through a simple trip to Walmart without lusting after the not quite evil undead. Hmm... is he really undead now? Body temp close to human, no flashfires in sunlight, no cravings for blood, no cravings for gorey mayhem either (excluding that incident at the checkout, but we can excuse it... damned Jehovah's witnesses). Sorta sad that I can't replace his Docs and duster. Just isn't the same, y'know?
There's a little bar attached to the motel, and it's tempting. Way too tempting. But if I'm gonna drink, it'll be in the privacy of our room. No sense making a fool out of myself in front of the natives. He doesn't seem to object to the idea either. Not like Spike has ever turned down free booze. So one last stop for us, then back to camp.
Much later, Xander will probably convince himself that getting drunk after having realized his growing attraction to the former serial killer *with* said killer was probably just asking for trouble. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
They drag in bags and boxes, tearing tags off before stuffing new cloths in whatever tote is nearby. The motel's pitiful excuse for a TV plays pay-per-view and local stations only, but that's ok since they can order up some soft core and get buzzed. Like old times. Sorta. And hey, there's beer and whiskey and vodka.
So now they're comfy, laying at either end of the bed, watching a couple of silicon beauties spanking each other while they consume more alcohol than is strictly good for them. Xander knows his mind is wandering, but he's buzzing and can't bring himself to care. Besides, the view is just too enticing... From his vantage point at the head of the bed, he has this incredibly tight ass at the end of long muscular legs, lovingly hugged in stone-washed jeans. Spike stripped out of his t-shirt shortly after they started drinking, which simply added to the eye candy -- the flex and shift of back muscles has never made Xander quite this hard.
And wasn't it just a brilliant idea to watch some porn? Whatever scents of phermones the vamp might pick up can be blaimed on the kinky lesbo action on screen. No need to bring up any other subject. Barring the definite rise in his own pants.
It seems like a lifetime ago that Anya had tried talking him into a threesome with another guy. He'd pitched one helluva fit about that, more than it deserved, really. In his defense, it hadn't been that long since he'd moved out of his parents' sphere of influence. She had tried to understand, but swore she could tell he was interested, however loud he might protest. She's probably cackling maniacally right now, if she can hear his thoughts.
Oooo, a wiggle and clench. Dunno what got that reaction, but I hope it happens again. And remember, boys and girls, vampires are way stronger than humans. So no matter how much bigger you are, Spike would be able to toss you half a block away. Good -- he won't break if we get too enthusiastic. Bad -- *I* might break if he's offended by the idea. Team Bad wins this round, to the crowd's loud boo's.
Ok, so I'm not as brave as I wanna be. Rejection was never my favorite type of foreplay. And this first step into gay territory is made more dangerous by the fact that he really could wrap me around a telephone pole if he gets too pissed off. Strangely erotic actually, knowing how much raw power lies in that slim body. And no, I refuse to admit just how much it turns me on. The danger part. After all, with my relationship history it's no wonder I'm drawn to power, right? Demons and slayers and more demons. So this one's got different equipment and less desire to be 'nice' about turning me down. Murky waters, Xan, tread carefully and stay close to the shore.
:: So early in the morning ::
Huh. Harris buys me cloths, offers smokes and drinks, pays for really crappy porn. Wonder if he realizes how that looks to a demon. Nah, Anya's Viking in the sack has loudly proclaimed his heterosexuality too many times. And yeh, he smelled horny before the movie started, but so what? Whelp hasn't tossed off since I joined his little party.
Can't believe I turned down my favorite cigs though. Guess whatever the Powers did to this new body makes it reject nicotine. Not gonna try too hard, sorta got used to not smoking lately. Yeh, hear the sarcasm in me own head, eh? Whatever. Too much time around that lot will do it to the best of us.
It's tempting to see how far I can push the mood though. No, I'm not the same demon I was... before the chip, before the soul, before... just before. Doesn't mean I don't like a bit o' friction now and again. Mmm, friction! Hell, Xander won't much care if I go find a willing body for the night, right? Would be better with someone who actually gives a shit, but I don't see a line outside the door.
We've made our way through three bottles of Jack and a twelve-pack of beer, feeling nice and toasty. Nice and randy too. Figure I'm outa luck picking someone up at the bar though. This is hicksville, where the men are men and the wildlife is nervous. Don't need to get shot over a fuck. Could just wank here, just gotta roll over and unzip, or maybe take it to the shower. Awful lotta trouble, innit?
"Shove over, pet. Only so much a man can stand o' this before he's gotta get a handle on things, y'know?" Yeh, joining Xan at the other end of the bed jars him out of whatever fantasy he was living, if that blush is anything to go by. "Don't mind, do ya?"
"Er... right. Do whatcha gotta do, fang-... Spike. Want me to leave the room?" And isn't that blush moving farther down?
"What's got your hackles up, boy? Not like you haven't had a wank before. Having shared your past residences, I know better." Ha, do something with that. And while he's thinking up a reply, take a nice deep breath. Lust, embarassment, more lust, and some shame? Well that's new and different. "Hey, never mind, pet. I'll take it to the loo, k?"
Before I can flip off the bed, he's got his arm on my shoulder. It's so wonderfully warm, could get used to that. Not had alot of the good touches since Prague, when Dru got... sick. And she was never warm, not even after a feed.
"Wait Spike, do what you need to. Hey, you know how my folks were... Trying to get past their narrow-minded shit. Whip it out and do the backstroke, I don't care, ok?"
Can't lie for shit, always liked that about him. So I know he's telling the truth now... til that last part. For some reason, he does care. Doesn't *mind*, but it matters. Huh, what the hell? Another whiff confirms the previous one, but his shame's almost gone now. Right, what's that leave us...
Oh.
Oh!
Accelerated heartrate and breathing. Sending off phermones like he's calling his pack or something. Dilated eyes, but t lot look directly at me. Bloody fekkin buggerin hell, the White Knight's got a yen for some o' me!
How to react. Outraged? Probably expecting that, so no fun there. Aggressive is my usual bit, but if he's only now coming out, it's likely to be too much. Offer to help each other out, cliche but might work best. Could just lay back and let'em look his fill, do that body language thing to tell'em it's alright to look an' touch. Huh, nah... Xanpet's always been a bit dense bout these things.
And maybe I should just lay here and see what he'll do. Enough liquor will bring out the bi-play in most anyone.
Yeh, we've still got a couple full bottles of the hard stuff and over half the beer. Not gonna fuck this up, whatever happens. He'll have to make the first move.