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Hairy Thoughts, a collection of 4 drabbles for open_on_sunday challenge #93 - Hair

Author: darkhavens
Title: Hairy Thoughts
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.

I know he thinks I'm crazy, to be so fixated on a scar. He doesn't understand how much it means. He doesn't see it's evidence that he's not bulletproof, even though, of course, he technically is.

See? This is how I get when I try to explain just how important it is that I know he can be marked by something that affects him after death.

I need to know that, if I died tomorrow, he'd bear the scar forevermore, and with pride; be glad to have known my love, not be ashamed of bumping uglies with the Slayer's Zeppo.


What was it the bints were calling it the other night? Oh yeah, the 'pleasure trail'.

My Xan's got one of those, all wiry curls and silk soft skin, leading down from his lickable navel to the gorgeous toys below.

I can spend an age just nibbling along that arrow pointing south. His belly is warm and hard and hypersensitive to my touch. The play of my lips and teeth and tongue never fails to have him writhing and begging for more, but I make him wait.

There's nothing I love more than to hear him screaming out my name.


It took me six months to convince him to let me watch. He kept going on about losing the mystique, destroying the illusion, killing the romance.

I should have known it was all bullshit. The truth of it is he didn't want me to see the way he danced around the bathroom biting his own arm to muffle the screams as the bleach seared away the outer layers of his scalp.

After that he let me help. I'd blow him while he bit his arm, to distract him from the pain. He said he wished he'd found me years ago.


Silly sod went and got his hair cut off a month after we started shagging. Said those beautiful curls made him feel all girly now he'd got himself a 'boyfriend'.

I had to go out and kill things for three hours before I was calm enough to go back and tell him if he ever did it anything so stupid again I'd tan his arse so hard he'd not sit down for a week.

They grew back eventually, those mink-soft silken reins. They're down to his shoulders now, plenty long enough to wrap around my hands, around my cock. Beautiful.


Pimping: "The Colour, Sound, and Random Object Spander Ficathon.".

Signups are open until Saturday January 15th, and fic is due seven weeks after that, on Saturday March 5th, which, quite coincidentally is my birthday. Clever, eh? ;o)

The ficathon is open to all, including those without LJs, so pimp it wherever you can!
Tags: btvs:s/x:misc

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