Drabbles
And now... for something completely different. I've been working on the icondrabbles and have now, I think, managed to write everyone who signed up something, albeit maybe not everything they asked for. The first one is RPS, the others just plain ol' regular Buffyverse porn.
For denied_heaven based on this icon:
. David/Chris
Can't Really Argue With That
For what it's worth Chris hadn't really planned this. So okay, he'd provided the booze and handed over the joint, and yes, he might have mentioned the fucking heat and popped open a few buttons. And to be fair he's ridiculously sexy and good looking and he's yet to meet the person who can resist his Texan drawl. Still, ain't his fault, God just made him that way.
And yet he just knows that once night becomes day and David wakes up to a world of big time ass-throbbing, hungover as hell? Somehow Chris is gonna get the blame.
For hellziggy based on this icon:
Spike, Andrew
Rest In Peace. Please. Like Now!
“Spike?”
“What!?! What's it now? I'm trying to get some sodding sleep here!”
“You ever sleep in a coffin, like real vampyres do?”
“Real...? Listen, you snotty little-”
“All that silk and satin....”
“Know what? I'll be happy to dig one up, throw out the corpse and give you the full 3-D experience. You just say the word, mate.”
“No, thank you. I'm claustrophobic. But you must have...”
“Beds are for sleep, coffins for being dead and buried in. And you're about to find yourself in one!”
“Bed?”
“Coffin!”
...
“So, have you ever had sex in one?”
“Oh Christ!”
For miss_c667 based on this icon:
Angel/Spike
Capture the Moment
“Sit still!”
“I am still! It's you, breathing down my neck like a bloody dog that's distracting me.”
“I don't breathe. And why did you have to wear that?”
“What? It's a nice shirt.”
“It's practically see-through, Spike. You might as well be naked.”
“Well, if you insist...”
“Stop it. And those pants! Why did you have to-?”
“Aww, pet. Are you hard? Things getting a tad uncomfortable down there?”
“Not funny! Stop! He'll be back any second and...”
“I apologise for the wait. Now then, are we ready?”
“Yes-” “No-”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Now, look up and say... cheese.”
For piksa based on this icon:
Angel/Spike
Bondage Blunder
It wasn't like he'd never seen him like that before. After all, back in the days, they've gotten up to some pretty kinky stuff. Just...
It took him by surprise and after being wired all day, unable to do anything to relieve the tension... All that leather, the chains and... finally, Spike. Lying there, laid out like a banquet ready to be ravished. And he'd been ready for quite some time judging by the desperate look in his eyes. The room smelled of leather, sweat and precome and god, it was just too much!
“Angel!”
“Fuck! Sorry. That never happens!”
For menomegirl based on this icon:
Angelus/Spike
True Love is Cruel Love
Each day it was something. A slap to his head, a hand crunching his shoulder, fists pulling him up by his shirt only to throw him back into the chair. And that self-satisfied smirk that had shivers running down Spike's useless spine as his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. It was a statement, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was good for few thing and fucking wasn't one of them. Wasn't until he pointed out that maybe he couldn't walk but that didn't mean his arse was stitched up that things got more interesting.
For denied_heaven based on this icon:
. David/Chris
Can't Really Argue With That
For what it's worth Chris hadn't really planned this. So okay, he'd provided the booze and handed over the joint, and yes, he might have mentioned the fucking heat and popped open a few buttons. And to be fair he's ridiculously sexy and good looking and he's yet to meet the person who can resist his Texan drawl. Still, ain't his fault, God just made him that way.
And yet he just knows that once night becomes day and David wakes up to a world of big time ass-throbbing, hungover as hell? Somehow Chris is gonna get the blame.
For hellziggy based on this icon:
Spike, Andrew
Rest In Peace. Please. Like Now!
“Spike?”
“What!?! What's it now? I'm trying to get some sodding sleep here!”
“You ever sleep in a coffin, like real vampyres do?”
“Real...? Listen, you snotty little-”
“All that silk and satin....”
“Know what? I'll be happy to dig one up, throw out the corpse and give you the full 3-D experience. You just say the word, mate.”
“No, thank you. I'm claustrophobic. But you must have...”
“Beds are for sleep, coffins for being dead and buried in. And you're about to find yourself in one!”
“Bed?”
“Coffin!”
...
“So, have you ever had sex in one?”
“Oh Christ!”
For miss_c667 based on this icon:
Angel/Spike
Capture the Moment
“Sit still!”
“I am still! It's you, breathing down my neck like a bloody dog that's distracting me.”
“I don't breathe. And why did you have to wear that?”
“What? It's a nice shirt.”
“It's practically see-through, Spike. You might as well be naked.”
“Well, if you insist...”
“Stop it. And those pants! Why did you have to-?”
“Aww, pet. Are you hard? Things getting a tad uncomfortable down there?”
“Not funny! Stop! He'll be back any second and...”
“I apologise for the wait. Now then, are we ready?”
“Yes-” “No-”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Now, look up and say... cheese.”
For piksa based on this icon:
Angel/Spike
Bondage Blunder
It wasn't like he'd never seen him like that before. After all, back in the days, they've gotten up to some pretty kinky stuff. Just...
It took him by surprise and after being wired all day, unable to do anything to relieve the tension... All that leather, the chains and... finally, Spike. Lying there, laid out like a banquet ready to be ravished. And he'd been ready for quite some time judging by the desperate look in his eyes. The room smelled of leather, sweat and precome and god, it was just too much!
“Angel!”
“Fuck! Sorry. That never happens!”
For menomegirl based on this icon:
Angelus/Spike
True Love is Cruel Love
Each day it was something. A slap to his head, a hand crunching his shoulder, fists pulling him up by his shirt only to throw him back into the chair. And that self-satisfied smirk that had shivers running down Spike's useless spine as his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. It was a statement, telling him in no uncertain terms that he was good for few thing and fucking wasn't one of them. Wasn't until he pointed out that maybe he couldn't walk but that didn't mean his arse was stitched up that things got more interesting.