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Title: Indigo
Author: Kat8Cha
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, swearing and hints at sex
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Nots: Written for Darkhaven's Color, Sound, Random Object ficathon
Author name: piratepurple
Working email address: luminosity at gmail dot com
Preferred rating and genre (ie NC-17, H/C, schmoop, angst, etc):I will try anything. :)
Your Colour: indigo
Your Sound: The hushed whispering of trees at twilight.
Your Random Object: The moon.
Two things you'd like included:Xander rescuing Spike in some way, blood
Two things you don't want included: Non-con, Scooby-hating
Two things you can't/won't write: Non-con, human AU
Could you write a back-up fic if needed?: Ask me. If you hit me at the right time in the semester, I'll say yes.
Xander hummed a little to himself as he walked home. Home… yeah. That would definitely be the big apartment he had gotten thanks to a Toth demons unasked for influence. It was also the way too empty apartment since Anya had decided that she needed to explore her humanity in an environment that, well, was not situated over the mouth of Hell. It had been a nice clean breakup, without all the nasty stuff that usually happened because of Xander’s relationships. No demonic summoning, no spells, no yelling, no comments that tore Xander’s itty-bitty newly discovered self-confidence to shreds. And no, Xander had not been upset when Anya had shown up this week with her newest orgasm friend. Neither by the fact that he was filthy rich no by the fact that he was drop dead georgeus, he had kinda been a little upset that he had noticed the guy was hot. Of course, he had been noticing handsome men more and more lately and if Buffy gave him one more look because the male demons seemed more intent of playing now then killing him…. Not his fault.
Stopping at the edge of the cemetery Spike un-lived in Xander debated stopping by and annoying the bleach freak. Since the break up Spike seemed to take it on himself to get Xander out and about into both the non-demonic and demonic community. He’d even taken Xander to a night of kitty poker, which nearly resulted in Xander being mated to a Reusheysav demon. Needless to say, Spike had never invited him to poker again. Turning into the cemetery Xander smiled a little to himself, just a little. Spike was pretty cute for a guy, er vampire…. And he really didn’t need to notice that about his one and only male friend. And…. Was that a noise?
Listening carefully Xander only heard the sound of the wind in the trees, and why was the sound especially prevalent at night? Ooo, wind through the trees at midnight, sounded like something out of a romance novella. Snorting softly Xander nearly missed it the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Pulling out his stake, and his cross, Xander put on his resolve face and set off into what was probably a dangerous and very deadly encounter. Circling the crypts he found the source of the sound behind a mauseleum, two guys holding up somebody while their buddy pounded on him.
“Is this some sort of frat hazing? Cause if it is I should probably leave.” Xander asked innocently and grinned slightly at the surprise showing on the assholes faces before he noticed…
Shit.
Spike.
Which meant these fucks were human.
“Hey. I know you.” One of the fucking idiots said and stepped out from the shadows of the crypt so that the wan light of the moon illuminated his face. Xander ran through various names and faces and groups he had been part of and came up with – high school jock. One of Larry’s buddies, before the whole gay thing, and man now that Xan was actively questioning his orientation? He really kinda missed the guy. Back on track- guy was class of 99, which meant he knew about vamps. “You’re Harris right? Dude you know what this guy is right?” Oh yeah, part of the graduating class, probably had helped Xander kick serious ass that day but now…
“Vampire, yeah. Not all of them are that bad though.” His stake was not gonna do him any good now so he slid it back into the waistband of his pants. “The ones we usually deal with are minions, Spike’s…. different.” And man, that kinda sounds like Buffy’s whole lame ‘he’s got a soul’ speech about Angel.
“You actually know this guy?!?! I though you and that Buffy chick were all about taking down scum like this!!” And, obviously Xander’s not gonna get anywhere with this guy because now he’s advancing angrily. “Man, fucks like that killed my friends…” And Xander decided, the time for diplomacy had passed and lashed out with his hand, quickly catching that guy in the head and then “Ooof!” slamming his face into Xander’s knee. Dropping the ass to the ground he looked at the two who were still holding Spike.
“Listen, he’s gonna be out for a while. And while it might be fun to play on ‘beat the blondie’ I can honestly say that if that guy gets vamped you two are the first he’s going after.” Well, after me of course but the two nameless men, almost as stupid as minions, dropped their hold and Spike and grabbed their friend before walking out into the night. “Yo Spike.” Xander said, and turned toward the really, really, really bruised figure.
“Didn’t need any soddin help Harris.” And wow, Spike sounded really surly and looked like shit.
“And that’s why the term ‘black and blue’ doesn’t even cover it. I think more along the lines of ‘black and… indigo maybe? Indigo’s a pretty color and hey, are you bleeding?” Fucking stupid question when Xander can see the split lip and the freely bleeding head wound from three feet away, which is suddenly…. Less. Xander didn’t realize he had even moved before he grabbed Spike and half carried, half marched him too his crypt. And since Spike wasn’t complaining that much it must mean he was hurt a whole lot worse then Xander suspected.
“Shit. Do we need to get you to Giles? Or Willow?” And the delayed silence is followed by a sleepy sounding,
“Hmm?”
“Dude.” Xander says before he picks Spike up and carries him to Xander’s nice safe, warm apartment. Setting the dozing vampire down on the couch Xander considers what to do and sets to patching Spike up, when it comes time to remove his shirt though Xander pauses. He really wants to check out the bruising but… could he resist temptation? And did he want to? And, shit, Spike couldn’t even defend himself if Xander just decided to Take. And there is a lukewarm hand encircling his wrist. Guiltily raising his eyes Xander found himself staring straight into blue ones.
“Finally gonna act on your desires Xander? Cause I’ve been waiting one really bloody long time.” Xander blinks, and blinks again.
“You called me my name.” Spike smirks and wow, he’s even pretty when he does that.
“Give the boy a prize. Yeah, I called you your name, and I figure I’m gonna be calling you a lot more then that if this night goes right.” And then Spike was pouncing and…
Xander decided he really liked the color indigo, because right before dawn that’s the shade of the sky and also the shade of Spike’s eyes just before they ended up having sex.
Author: Kat8Cha
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, swearing and hints at sex
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Nots: Written for Darkhaven's Color, Sound, Random Object ficathon
Author name: piratepurple
Working email address: luminosity at gmail dot com
Preferred rating and genre (ie NC-17, H/C, schmoop, angst, etc):I will try anything. :)
Your Colour: indigo
Your Sound: The hushed whispering of trees at twilight.
Your Random Object: The moon.
Two things you'd like included:Xander rescuing Spike in some way, blood
Two things you don't want included: Non-con, Scooby-hating
Two things you can't/won't write: Non-con, human AU
Could you write a back-up fic if needed?: Ask me. If you hit me at the right time in the semester, I'll say yes.
Xander hummed a little to himself as he walked home. Home… yeah. That would definitely be the big apartment he had gotten thanks to a Toth demons unasked for influence. It was also the way too empty apartment since Anya had decided that she needed to explore her humanity in an environment that, well, was not situated over the mouth of Hell. It had been a nice clean breakup, without all the nasty stuff that usually happened because of Xander’s relationships. No demonic summoning, no spells, no yelling, no comments that tore Xander’s itty-bitty newly discovered self-confidence to shreds. And no, Xander had not been upset when Anya had shown up this week with her newest orgasm friend. Neither by the fact that he was filthy rich no by the fact that he was drop dead georgeus, he had kinda been a little upset that he had noticed the guy was hot. Of course, he had been noticing handsome men more and more lately and if Buffy gave him one more look because the male demons seemed more intent of playing now then killing him…. Not his fault.
Stopping at the edge of the cemetery Spike un-lived in Xander debated stopping by and annoying the bleach freak. Since the break up Spike seemed to take it on himself to get Xander out and about into both the non-demonic and demonic community. He’d even taken Xander to a night of kitty poker, which nearly resulted in Xander being mated to a Reusheysav demon. Needless to say, Spike had never invited him to poker again. Turning into the cemetery Xander smiled a little to himself, just a little. Spike was pretty cute for a guy, er vampire…. And he really didn’t need to notice that about his one and only male friend. And…. Was that a noise?
Listening carefully Xander only heard the sound of the wind in the trees, and why was the sound especially prevalent at night? Ooo, wind through the trees at midnight, sounded like something out of a romance novella. Snorting softly Xander nearly missed it the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Pulling out his stake, and his cross, Xander put on his resolve face and set off into what was probably a dangerous and very deadly encounter. Circling the crypts he found the source of the sound behind a mauseleum, two guys holding up somebody while their buddy pounded on him.
“Is this some sort of frat hazing? Cause if it is I should probably leave.” Xander asked innocently and grinned slightly at the surprise showing on the assholes faces before he noticed…
Shit.
Spike.
Which meant these fucks were human.
“Hey. I know you.” One of the fucking idiots said and stepped out from the shadows of the crypt so that the wan light of the moon illuminated his face. Xander ran through various names and faces and groups he had been part of and came up with – high school jock. One of Larry’s buddies, before the whole gay thing, and man now that Xan was actively questioning his orientation? He really kinda missed the guy. Back on track- guy was class of 99, which meant he knew about vamps. “You’re Harris right? Dude you know what this guy is right?” Oh yeah, part of the graduating class, probably had helped Xander kick serious ass that day but now…
“Vampire, yeah. Not all of them are that bad though.” His stake was not gonna do him any good now so he slid it back into the waistband of his pants. “The ones we usually deal with are minions, Spike’s…. different.” And man, that kinda sounds like Buffy’s whole lame ‘he’s got a soul’ speech about Angel.
“You actually know this guy?!?! I though you and that Buffy chick were all about taking down scum like this!!” And, obviously Xander’s not gonna get anywhere with this guy because now he’s advancing angrily. “Man, fucks like that killed my friends…” And Xander decided, the time for diplomacy had passed and lashed out with his hand, quickly catching that guy in the head and then “Ooof!” slamming his face into Xander’s knee. Dropping the ass to the ground he looked at the two who were still holding Spike.
“Listen, he’s gonna be out for a while. And while it might be fun to play on ‘beat the blondie’ I can honestly say that if that guy gets vamped you two are the first he’s going after.” Well, after me of course but the two nameless men, almost as stupid as minions, dropped their hold and Spike and grabbed their friend before walking out into the night. “Yo Spike.” Xander said, and turned toward the really, really, really bruised figure.
“Didn’t need any soddin help Harris.” And wow, Spike sounded really surly and looked like shit.
“And that’s why the term ‘black and blue’ doesn’t even cover it. I think more along the lines of ‘black and… indigo maybe? Indigo’s a pretty color and hey, are you bleeding?” Fucking stupid question when Xander can see the split lip and the freely bleeding head wound from three feet away, which is suddenly…. Less. Xander didn’t realize he had even moved before he grabbed Spike and half carried, half marched him too his crypt. And since Spike wasn’t complaining that much it must mean he was hurt a whole lot worse then Xander suspected.
“Shit. Do we need to get you to Giles? Or Willow?” And the delayed silence is followed by a sleepy sounding,
“Hmm?”
“Dude.” Xander says before he picks Spike up and carries him to Xander’s nice safe, warm apartment. Setting the dozing vampire down on the couch Xander considers what to do and sets to patching Spike up, when it comes time to remove his shirt though Xander pauses. He really wants to check out the bruising but… could he resist temptation? And did he want to? And, shit, Spike couldn’t even defend himself if Xander just decided to Take. And there is a lukewarm hand encircling his wrist. Guiltily raising his eyes Xander found himself staring straight into blue ones.
“Finally gonna act on your desires Xander? Cause I’ve been waiting one really bloody long time.” Xander blinks, and blinks again.
“You called me my name.” Spike smirks and wow, he’s even pretty when he does that.
“Give the boy a prize. Yeah, I called you your name, and I figure I’m gonna be calling you a lot more then that if this night goes right.” And then Spike was pouncing and…
Xander decided he really liked the color indigo, because right before dawn that’s the shade of the sky and also the shade of Spike’s eyes just before they ended up having sex.