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darkhavens
03 November 2008 @ 04:24 am
Fic: Bored Now, Spike/Xander, R
Author: darkhavens
Title: Bored Now
Fandom: Pairing: Buffy: Spike/Xander
Rating: R for language and imagery
Words: 314
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Each time, Spike pushes him that little bit further, and Xander - lets himself be pushed.
Notes: Written for day two of mini_wrimo, for prompt 003 at slashtheimage (see thumbnail of image below), but, most importantly, for my Pookie, literati, who, after five long years, has finally seen the light and embraced the Spanderlove. *smooches* About Damned Time! :D

Bored Now

Xander knows that Spike's hands will never truly be clean of the blood - and guts and other random bits of viscera - he's spilled over the years, sometimes just for fun, because he could, because it pleased him.

He harbors no illusions about the innocence, or lack thereof, of the golden-curled, debauched cherub he finds sprawled across his bed when he gets home each evening, covered in sweat and sawdust, limned in layers of sunshine and Sunnydale's miasma.

He knows there's a heart at least as black as Lucifer's wings inside that sleek pale chest. But he also knows, because Spike whispered it once, probably thinking Xander must be too fucked out to even hear, that if Spike's heart could beat, it would beat for him, for Xander. There's some strange comfort in that, he thinks.

He does wonder sometimes, between the sex and the sex and, yes, more sex, if he maybe doesn't care quite as much as he should about the blood - and the guts and the viscera.

He cared a lot, once upon a time. He remembers that, though distantly now, as if through an insulating layer of… Okay, so he's never been one for metaphors. He wonders if the constant touch and tease and torment of Spike's hands has maybe transferred a little of Spike's attitude - 'It's done and gone, can't change it, don't want to. Bored now; let's fuck.'

They fuck. Long and often. And each time, Spike pushes him that little bit further, and Xander - lets himself be pushed.

He doesn't wake with bloody handprints on his skin, though the fingertip-sized bruises on his biceps never quite seem to fade to dusty green before they're purple once more.

He thinks those handprints might be burned, instead, into his soul.

He'd probably be concerned about that if he had time, but Spike has other plans.

Bored now; let's fuck.



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Image by angelique at deviantART.



Mini-nanowrimo word count: 814

 
tabaqui: spikefirebygilkurtistabaqui on November 3rd, 2008 04:40 am (UTC)
He knows there's a heart at least as black as Lucifer's wings inside that sleek pale chest. But he also knows, because Spike whispered it once, probably thinking Xander must be too fucked out to even hear, that if Spike's heart could beat, it would beat for him, for Xander. There's some strange comfort in that, he thinks.

Christ, that's lovely. I mean, that's just utterly, stupefyingly gorgeous.
:)
darkhavens: x mortal flesh - mini gif [literati]darkhavens on November 3rd, 2008 05:32 am (UTC)
Thank you! My Xander's-stream-of-consciousness-fu was strong today. :D
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: sx; the wish [me]literati on November 3rd, 2008 04:43 am (UTC)
Oh, I just knew that image could inspire such awesomeness! ♥

Poor Xander. Yeah, just go with it, baby.. it's for the best. *glee*

So very pretty. *tackles* THANK YOU! ♥

darkhavens: x so damn fuckable [literati}darkhavens on November 3rd, 2008 05:33 am (UTC)
Five. Damn. Years. :P

Thank you, baybee! *smooches* ♥
outsideth3box: BtVS Preying Mantisoutsideth3box on November 3rd, 2008 04:45 am (UTC)
MmmmmmYes! Let us not forget that first, Spike is a demon. To easy to want to add soul, stir and come up with Good Guy.

Perhaps Xander has just matured away from the idealism of youth, as well as been f&cked silly on a regular basis.

Clearly Spike loves Xander, in his own way.

Dark and lovely.
darkhavens: x mortal flesh - mini gif [literati]darkhavens on November 3rd, 2008 05:38 am (UTC)
Thank you!

I think Spike loving Xander is even more powerful and meaningful (and fun!) without the soul getting in the way. :D
Maz: Dovethismaz on November 3rd, 2008 06:05 am (UTC)
That is beautiful. If I tried to explain why I think so, I'd end up dissecting it and going on for paragraphs, it has so many subtle levels. So instead, I'll just say again - that is beautiful. I have decided I love mini-nano, if you are going to post stuff like this regularly.
twilightofmagictwilightofmagic on November 3rd, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
Mmm, loved it. I like seeing Spike with all his darkness intact and Xander knowing it is. Beautifully written.
mysticsoblivion on November 3rd, 2008 09:34 am (UTC)
Wow, that was amazing, just bloody amazing. So dark and so heartfelt and so loving and... *purr* Considering the week my brain's been having and the over-emotional way Mys has been this was just PERFECT!
Goes "Ding" When There's Stuff: Angel clap by kazzy_ceesuki_blue on November 3rd, 2008 10:04 am (UTC)
OH! I love this. I little bit of darkness that doesn't quite cloud Xander's happiness. Auw.
kargrif on November 3rd, 2008 01:56 pm (UTC)
wow! very lovely in all it's darkness, bravo!
Devo79devo79 on November 3rd, 2008 10:48 pm (UTC)
I liked the images.
I mean, what is blacker than Lucifer's wings...
and then we lit it on fire: sx cigaretteelectricalgwen on November 4th, 2008 01:46 am (UTC)
And each time, Spike pushes him that little bit further, and Xander - lets himself be pushed.

Mmm. Lovely descriptions in this ("random bits of viscera" FTW.) I also like the potential implications of "He'd probably be concerned about that if he had time." Possibly I am over-interpreting, but it gave me a sense of ambiguity - maybe he doesn't have time (fuck now!), but maybe, instead, he really doesn't want to, in case he then has to decide that either he isn't the good guy he thought he was, or that he needs to leave Spike.
texanfantexanfan on November 4th, 2008 11:58 am (UTC)
This has a lovely dark edge to it while being, in essence, a love story. So much in so few words.
tres_mechante: write - fountain pentres_mechante on November 7th, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
[He harbors no illusions about the innocence, or lack thereof, of the golden-curled, debauched cherub he finds sprawled across his bed...]

I like this, an image of Xander being in this relationship with eyes open.

[He thinks those handprints might be burned, instead, into his soul.]

I really like this image - and it reflects the image beautifully.

Nicely done!

kitty_poker1: Silver Spander by literatikitty_poker1 on November 13th, 2008 03:47 pm (UTC)
That's gorgeous. Xander is staying with Spike, eyes wide open, aware of exactly who/what he's sharing his bed with. I do wonder if Spike, the arch-manipulator, meant for Xander to hear his whispered words, and if they're completely true...
shinodabear on November 14th, 2008 01:21 am (UTC)
I just love the images in this. Beautifully written in such a short space. I love that.