Author: darkhavens
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Consent issues...
Dedication: Written for literati. A drabble for each of her favourite pairings. Yes, I wrote not-Spander! Don't expect me to do it again any time soon. Merry Christmas darlin'! Love you. *smooch*
Originally posted: here and here


Nor Any Scrap of Tenderness, Angel/Spike, R

The wheelchair was awkward, too loud, and it seemed wrong to approach the bed in that symbol of shame and weakness. So, each time the hunger became too much to bear, Spike wheeled himself to the door and then began the long slow crawl across the floor to Angelus' feet.

He became adept at using the heavy bedposts to lift himself so that he could slip beneath the silken sheets and suckle his 'sire' to a silent orgasm. It was the closest he ever got these days to tasting Aurelius blood.

In the dark of night he was left alone.




Penance, Giles/Wesley, R

The demons were vanquished. The children were gone to their beds. The Slayer was victorious and contemptuous of his support. One shot of scotch was enough to wipe him out, and Wesley, to his never-ending shame, passed out on Rupert's sofa.

But now he was awake and needing to play the penitent acolyte, and the only possible recipient was asleep above his head. This could be difficult, though not impossible.

~~~

He was expecting flannel. The nudity nearly changed his mind but once he spied his pound of flesh resistance fled. He dropped to his knees and worshipped. Giles sighed.




Lucky Seven, Spike/Xander, PG-13

The first time Xander thought he was dreaming. When the alarm went off he checked and saw that Spike was still safely bound to the barcalounger.

The third time he'd tried to move, to touch the head between his thighs, but his hands had been pinned down as words were whispered against his skin.

"'S just a dream. Lie back and enjoy." And, scared of maybe losing this forever if he didn't, Xander did.

The seventh time he was ready and awake, but faking well. He waited through the slithering of ropes and squeaks of springs.

"Come to bed, Spike."



aaaaaaaand, out of my comfort zone entirely...

Author: darkhavens
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Consent issues...
Dedication: Written for literati. A drabble for each of her favourite non-Buffy pairings. Yes, I stepped completely out of my comfort zone! Merry Christmas darlin'! Love you. *smooch*

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From the Shadows, X-Files, Mulder/Krycek, R

He who lived in shadows observed through smeared glass as the believer slowly drank himself into oblivion, occasional maudlin toasts offered up to the sister who'd disappeared on this day.

Once the point of no return had been attained and left behind, the drinker was very soon asleep. His watcher slipped the lock and ghosted in.

Sheets were drawn back, boxers slid away, and lips attached to flaccid flesh between limp thighs without reaction.

But, slowly, as he'd known it would, the suction had effect. Hips began to twitch and writhe and pump.

They came together.

"Alex!"

"Sweet dreams, Fox."




Fur and Fangs and Feelings, HP, Remus/Sirius, Pg-13

Sometimes Remus left in the early afternoon to reach the shack with several hours of light to spare. When his need for sleep was paramount he used a spell. He knew that once the moon was up he'd wake.

Sirius took note when Moony gathered up ingredients. He knew the trick to get beneath the willow. He'd run as fast as four furred legs would carry him, then change and slip inside in human form.

Licking, suckling, swallowing while his love was unaware gave him the greatest thrill of all. But once the darkness threatened he was gone. He understood.