[Fic] Still Remeber Dreaming (Giles, Ethan, Spike, Dru) R
Title:Still Remember Dreaming (part 1/?)
Author:Ersatz Fiction
Parring: Giles/Ethan, Ripper/Dru,Ethan/Spike,Spike/Dru, Ethan/Spike/Dru
Rating: Hard R for Language, Violence, m/m and m/f and m/f/m Sexual situations, drug use and possibly animal sacrifice.
Disclaimer: Not him. I don't think Joss would approve anyway (Jane Espenson might, but I'm not her ether).
Summery:Ripper dreams in tableau: the car. The costume. The faerie dust. The sadistic vampires. The deal.
Spoilers: A New Man, Passions, The Dark Age, Fool for Love.
AN: Written for
queer_theory forwhedonland the fic giving challenge, loosely using the prompt "nightmare". Because I'm full of fail, I missed the deadline. Still, I didn't want to cop out, so here is me breaking my own rules and posing a WiP. Title and chapter titles taken from from 'Peter Pan and Wendy'. All spelling errors, tense confusion and overuse of Peter Pan imagery is all mine.
Prologue: Dark and Sinister Man
Ethan buttoned his pants one handed as he plucked his shirt off the banister. Ripper was out, the drink and the fuck magic having done their job to ensure he would not wake up until well into tomorrow. He smiled to himself as gathered his boots from the foot of the stairs, he almost wished he could stay to see his creation first hand, but angry Fyarl's were not to be trifled with.
“Not staying the night then?” the kitchen light flicked on.
He was dreaming. Standing in Ripper’s kitchen was the person of nightmares, holding a bottle of Scotch by the neck.
“Spike,” he said, clutching his boots closer, a finger on the hilt of the dagger concealed inside.
“Nathan, was it? Fancy seeing you skulk out Rupes bedroom at 4 am. Didn’t know you and him were still like that.”
Just a vampire. He’s just a vampire.
“Guess he’s taking that gentleman of leisure thing to heart. Good on him.” Sticking a bottle of brandy into his coat pocket, Spike sauntered out of the kitchen, brushing past him.
He failed to suppress the shiver of leather against his bare skin.
“You’re not intending on-harming him, are you?” he asked as the vampire opened the door.
“Was under the impression that was your job, mate.” The door closed with a click.
Ethan exhaled hard and quickly dressed, out of the flat and walking up the road before he realized he was trembling.
Just a vampire. One like many he's met over the years. He touched the back of his neck, where the row of jagged scars marred his skin. He walked faster.
Giles dreamed.
Living with Spike those weeks was madding, like shard of glass in the bottom of his shoes. The first night, after the children went home, he took his blessed dagger from his weapons chest and told the starving vampire that if he breathed a word to anyone that they had met before Sunnydale, he would flay him slowly and douse holy water on his wounds. With a press of the blessed blade, Spike's skin smoldered, with wide eyes he agreed.
Too much. Gave Ripper much more room to sprawl. He tucked Ripper aside before coming to Sunnydale. Had to be Rupert Giles, watcher. But Ripper watched. Oh he watched. Shimming his way up to the forefront when Ethan returned. When he ate that cursed candy. When he tried to kill Angelus. In those times, he subdued his darker side back to the alcove of his psyche, ignoring his tasteless comments, no matter how true they may be.
Then Ethan showed once more.
Ripper dreamed in tableau: the car. The costume. The faerie dust. The sadistic vampires. The deal.
TBC
Author:Ersatz Fiction
Parring: Giles/Ethan, Ripper/Dru,Ethan/Spike,Spike/Dru, Ethan/Spike/Dru
Rating: Hard R for Language, Violence, m/m and m/f and m/f/m Sexual situations, drug use and possibly animal sacrifice.
Disclaimer: Not him. I don't think Joss would approve anyway (Jane Espenson might, but I'm not her ether).
Summery:Ripper dreams in tableau: the car. The costume. The faerie dust. The sadistic vampires. The deal.
Spoilers: A New Man, Passions, The Dark Age, Fool for Love.
AN: Written for
queer_theory forwhedonland the fic giving challenge, loosely using the prompt "nightmare". Because I'm full of fail, I missed the deadline. Still, I didn't want to cop out, so here is me breaking my own rules and posing a WiP. Title and chapter titles taken from from 'Peter Pan and Wendy'. All spelling errors, tense confusion and overuse of Peter Pan imagery is all mine.
Prologue: Dark and Sinister Man
Ethan buttoned his pants one handed as he plucked his shirt off the banister. Ripper was out, the drink and the fuck magic having done their job to ensure he would not wake up until well into tomorrow. He smiled to himself as gathered his boots from the foot of the stairs, he almost wished he could stay to see his creation first hand, but angry Fyarl's were not to be trifled with.
“Not staying the night then?” the kitchen light flicked on.
He was dreaming. Standing in Ripper’s kitchen was the person of nightmares, holding a bottle of Scotch by the neck.
“Spike,” he said, clutching his boots closer, a finger on the hilt of the dagger concealed inside.
“Nathan, was it? Fancy seeing you skulk out Rupes bedroom at 4 am. Didn’t know you and him were still like that.”
Just a vampire. He’s just a vampire.
“Guess he’s taking that gentleman of leisure thing to heart. Good on him.” Sticking a bottle of brandy into his coat pocket, Spike sauntered out of the kitchen, brushing past him.
He failed to suppress the shiver of leather against his bare skin.
“You’re not intending on-harming him, are you?” he asked as the vampire opened the door.
“Was under the impression that was your job, mate.” The door closed with a click.
Ethan exhaled hard and quickly dressed, out of the flat and walking up the road before he realized he was trembling.
Just a vampire. One like many he's met over the years. He touched the back of his neck, where the row of jagged scars marred his skin. He walked faster.
Giles dreamed.
Living with Spike those weeks was madding, like shard of glass in the bottom of his shoes. The first night, after the children went home, he took his blessed dagger from his weapons chest and told the starving vampire that if he breathed a word to anyone that they had met before Sunnydale, he would flay him slowly and douse holy water on his wounds. With a press of the blessed blade, Spike's skin smoldered, with wide eyes he agreed.
Too much. Gave Ripper much more room to sprawl. He tucked Ripper aside before coming to Sunnydale. Had to be Rupert Giles, watcher. But Ripper watched. Oh he watched. Shimming his way up to the forefront when Ethan returned. When he ate that cursed candy. When he tried to kill Angelus. In those times, he subdued his darker side back to the alcove of his psyche, ignoring his tasteless comments, no matter how true they may be.
Then Ethan showed once more.
Ripper dreamed in tableau: the car. The costume. The faerie dust. The sadistic vampires. The deal.
TBC