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[Spike'sKrüml]

*g* ...die paar tage werd ich warten könn..
da is dann am 1. februar nä? *notier*

[margie]

Ja die paar Tage wirst du sicher wirklich noch warten können *gg* und notieren ist immer gut..

So hier mal was cooles zu lesen:

Xander had always had a thing for blondes. He sat motionless in his chair,
worried that any motion would cause this being to disappear before his eyes.
And he very very much wanted it to stay. It was like a ray of light,
chasing away the gloom of a horrendous night. A bit of raspberry, dipped in
that lovely chocolate that Willow brought home from England. It was the
first time he saw Buffy, all blonde and rays of sunshine and beautiful
goodness.
It was all these things and much, much more. There were no words for THIS
blonde. He was tall, thin, lithe, and achingly beautiful. His eyes
penetrated, both wise and innocent at the same time, thin lips that Xander
knew <<hoped! >> that under gentle teasing could be soft and supple. How
could someone this beautiful be so deadly: swiftly slicing and releasing
arrows and being hot? Xander could feel himself get excited at the thought
of that body in action, doing just about anything. The guy could garden,
and Xander would be at the brink of orgasm.
And the clothes! Green velvet? Though one would be hesitant to tease this
being on account of what he wore, as the tunic and leggings came with a
matching pair of knives, and a deadly looking bow and arrow. Xander would
give anything to watch this "man" (what was he, really? Pointy ears? More
beautiful than any woman he’d ever encountered?) Fantasies of being a
damsel in distress quickly flashed through his head.
When the creature spoke, it was pure melody. Slight lilting English accent,
soft voice, belying the killing machine underneath.
As corny as the image was, the brown-haired man saw the creature turn with
lightening speed, grab and arrow from the quiver and shoot him – through the
heart. He was smitten.
Willow grabbing his arm brought him back to the present as credits rolled on
the screen. "Wasn’t that the greatest? Peter Jackson really captured
Tolkien’s vision…"
Willow babbled on, and Xander mutely followed her out of the movie theatre,
carrying popcorn in front of his crotch to hide the remnants of his
excitement. He would dream of elves tonight.

-Terra

[margie]

Und noch was, also ich hab schon FB geschrieben. Ich möchte unbedingt das sie weiter schreibt!! Leider ist ihre email Adresse nicht dabei man muss direkt zur Mailinglist antworten: StepAwayFromMyXander bei Yahoo!! Da hat´s eh einige gute Fics!!

Title: Voices Carry
Author: Amykins
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 4 stuff. Pre-Doomed. After that, its
going to spiral out of control.
Notes: Haha...I got this idea after reading an article
about Aimee Mann. I struggled with the
general idea at first, and then once I got it where I
needed it to be, everything else fell in
place and almost wrote itself. Needless to say, this
is one of the ones I've come up with on my
own that I am *very* please with...and I hope you all
find it interesting.
2nd note: Normally, I don't like songfics. But because
of the Aimee Mann, and the way it just
fit the story, it includes some lyrics.
Sorry....denoted by //



******
//I'm in the dark, I'd like to read his mind
//but I'm frightened of the things I might find

Spike was angry, and nothing was worse than when the
vampire was angry. He couldn't do anything
because he couldn't hit anything or hurt anything.
Xander hated having him around for that very
reason. The tension mounted in the room as Spike began
to beat on the walls.

"Spike, the walls didn't do anything to you, why are
you doing something to them?" Xander
asked.

"Cos I can't do anything to anything else, that's
why!" Spike yelled. Xander reached out to
grab one of Spike's fists.

"Well, I don't care Spike. You'll wake everyone
upstairs, and then they'll come down here and
then...you know." Xander dropped his eyes.

Spike sneered. "I know. Your father will come down
here and beat on you while I hide in the
closet, 'cause if he found out that you had a *boy* in
here, he'd beat on you even more. Am I
right, Harris?"

"You have just managed to boil my entire life down
into a sing sentance. Thank you." Xander
replied.

"Any bloody time. But listen, mate, why don't I save
you the trouble of your dad beating you
and do it for you myself." Spike approached Xander
threateningly.

"Yes. You're a big scary chipped vamp. Big and scary.
'Cause you can bite and me and hurt me
and all."

Spike advanced on Xander. "Don't care. It'll be worth
it just to see you moan." He raised his
fist and slammed it down on Xander's nose.

//Oh, there must be something he's thinking of
//To tear him away

Xander reeled back into the wall, holding his nose,
which he was certian was broken. He held it
in both hands, feeling blood gush onto his palms.

Spike was clutching at his head, trying to ward away
the headache that wasn't coming. Spike
looked from Xander to his nose, and then to his own
hand.

He felt nothing. No pain. He had hit Xander, a human,
and wasn't in pain. Was the chip
malfuctioning? Had it stopped working after such
little time? He looked up at Xander, who was
trying to hold the blood up from the floor. Spike
decided that since he'd broken the nose, the
least he could do was help the clean up process.

He stalked over to Xander, feeling big and bad again.
He got in the boy's face, and began to
lick his hands. Xander made a noise of disgust, even
though it was fake. He could feel the cool
tongue slid between his fingers, the way he imagined
it would feel sliding along his dick.

"Bet your dad never did this after he hit you." Spike
growled, pulling Xander's hands down and
licking directly at his nose. Xander decided it would
be better to not comment on that and
simply enjoy the tiny licks Spike was giving his face.


Spike was in heaven for his part. He could hit and
kill again, and now he had a direct source
of hot human blood to feed from. Getting a good pull
from the wound, Spike tasted something
wrong.

With a shot of anger he pushed Xander away, glaring at
him. Xander raised his hand back up to
his nose, trying to stop the flow of blood that Spike
no longer wanted. He gave the vampire a
questioning look.

"Blood doesn't lie." Spike said, cocking his head to
the side. "So why are you?"

"To protect myself. You of all people should know
that." Xander replied, bringing his free arm
up to hold him. He felt like covering himself, melting
into the wall. Spike had just found out,
the same way his dad found out. And dammit, just when
Xander had thought he may have had a
chance at something more than the vile hatred with
Spike. He knew they'd have to start with a
friendship of sorts before they got to the hardcore
fucking, but now Spike was sure to hate him
for good.

Everyone did, when they found out.


//When I tell him that I'm falling in love
//Why does he say

"So now what?" Xander challanged. "Gonna kill me,
'cause I'm scum? Do it. Kill me, and kill my
mom. Get the race whiped out? People have been trying
to do that for centuries, *your* people,
why not carry the tradition?" He was feeling
overwhelmed because Spike knew his secret and
because Spike could now hurt him as much as he wanted
to. "Kill me, but don't kill them. Do it.
Fucking drain me if that's what you want!" Xander felt
scared, felt brave and wanted to cry.

"Now why I would I take your tainted blood?" Spike
threw the words out as if they tasted bad.
"All disgusting and crawling with a history of
betrayal? Why bother, pig's blood is better than
yours."

"Just don't hurt my friends." Xander said.

"Friends? What kind of friends could you have that
don't know what you really are, hm? Would
they still be your freinds?" Spike snapped.
"Especially that Watcher of yours. Think he'll be
anxious to tear you apart."

"I haven't done anything." Xander protested, but Spike
smacked him across the face. The vampire
surpressed a noise of glee at being able to beat on
someone again, even if it wasn't a human.
At least it was still defenseless.

Spike inhaled deeply, taking his lay of the land.
Xander certianlly smelled of his heritige,
and that was a scent Spike could live with out. He
pondered if he could purge the boy of the
uncleanliness inside him. But he smelled not only of
fear, but sharpy and stinging arousal.
He sauntered over to Xander, placing a finger to trace
the boy's jugular.

He got an idea.

"Tell you what, boy. I've got me a plan."

"Oh God." Xander replied.

"Here's the deal. I know something about you that you
don't want anyone to know, and you know
something about me that I don't want anyone to know."

"That youe chip stopped working?" Xander guessed.

"Yes. But I know yours now. And if you want me to
start talking about your secret, you start
talking about mine." Spike grinned, cat-like.

"I don't get it, what's in it for you?" Xander
flattened his body against the wall as Spike
began to push into him harder.

"You let me beat on you. I'll train with you, until
I'm good enough to beat the best. And I
mean more than just the slayer, ok? Not that your kind
is much for fighting, but you can take
my beating until I've worked it up again. And in
return for for you taking it like the man you
aren't, I'll keep my mouth shut about the thing you
are." Spike's grin turned evil, feral, and
he attacked Xander's mouth with his own, knowing the
answer already was

"Ok."

****

Continue? Stop? Hand me a dull butter knife and some
spare shoelaces now? ^^; I had to share this idea, get
it out and see if it made sense. Of course, for once
this idea has a road map, yay...hmm...*wanders off*

[Gast]

das mit Herr der Ringe ist ja sowas von geil

[margie]

So und noch eine *gg* make me stop!! Die ist total super aber derbe Spoiler für Season 7 und insbesondere Potential also Mys Maus warte bis mein Päckchen bei dir angekommen ist!! Das ähm morgen losgeht bin doch nimmer zu Post gekommen vorher...

Title: Chosen 1/1

Author: Anatari chocolateduckies@quackquack.com

Rating: PG-13 or so. Kinda fluffy.

Warning: MAJOR, MAJOR SPOILERS. Season 7, through to the Xander/Dawn talk. I transcribed it and use it as the Prologue, just to refresh people's memories. If you haven't seen the latest episode (airdate 1/21/03 US), don't read this!!!

Summary: Spike overheard the conversation, and wants to share his views on the subject. Complete and total bunny attack. I just pictured Spike listening in and this is the result.

Disclaimer: Joss is a god, I'm a mosquito. Also, if transcribing this was wrong, I'm sorry. Don't sue me!




Prologue:

Dawn: What's up?
Xander: Oh, I'm just thinking about the girls. It's a harsh gig, being a potential.
Dawn: They can handle it.
Xander: Yea. They're special, no doubt. And the amazing thing is, not one of them will ever know. not even Buffy.
Dawn: Know what?
Xander: How much harder it is for the rest of us.
Dawn: No way. They've got--
Xander: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. The witch, the demon... Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon he had a wolfy mojo not to be reckoned with. Powerful. All of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows.
Dawn: Well, you had that sexy army training for a while, and--and the windows really did need fixing.
Xander: I saw what you did last night.
Dawn: Yea, I guess I kinda lost my head when I thought I was the slayer.
Xander: And you thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren't, you handed the crown to Amanda withou a moment's pause. You gave her the power.
Dawn: The power wasn't mine.
Xander: They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn't chosen. To live so near the spotlight, yet never step into it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night. And I see you working here today. You're not special... you're extraordinary.
Dawn: Maybe that's your power.
Xander: What?
Dawn: Seeing. Knowing.
Xander: Maybe it is. ... Maybe I should get a cape.
Dawn: A cape is good.
Xander: Yea...

Spike watched as Xander left the house. The brunette's shoulders were slumped, a sad smile on his face, haunted look in his eyes. "...and I'm the guy who fixes the windows..." "...so near the spotlight..." "...nobody's watching me..." Spike grabbed the ratty old blanket, wrapped it around himself, and darted outside.


Part 1:

Xander sat on his bed, photo album on his lap. Pictures from junior high, when he and Willow and Jesse were just normal kids. Pictures from the beginning of high school, of the three of them, happy, content... normal. There were very few pictures after Buffy arrived. They just hadn't had time, what with the slaying and the demons and nightly death...

And then life wasn't normal anymore.

It hurt. Talking to Dawn, admitting that he was useless... it hurt like hell. Maybe that was his power. Getting to see everything happening, knowing the inside of it all... but he wasn't able to do anything about it, and probably never would be.

Even little Dawnie had that whole mystical ball of energy thing going for her. Someday she'd learn to unlock the powers within her. And then she'd be special like her sister. And Willow. And Oz. And --

::Knock:: He flipped the album shut and looked at the door. Ok, knocking. Who the hell was knocking on his door? How could anyone get into the apartment? And even if they did, why the hell would they knock? <Geez, Xan, paranoid much?>

He swung the door open, to see a more-than-slightly singed Spike leaning on the doorframe. "What'd you do, Fangless, go for a stroll in the mid-afternoon?" The vampire's expression didn't change. Serious, maybe a little nervous. "Can we talk?" Xander blinked. Spike was still there. He blinked again. Nope, still there. <Ok, nervous now. Looking for a stake...>

"Yea, we can talk, Spike..." <Or should I say "The First?"> he gestured to the rest of the apartment. "Why don't you go... sit... or something?" Spike nodded and headed for the couch.

<Alrighty then.> Xander shoved the stake on his dresser into his back pocket and made sure to stay between Spike and the door. Not that he could get out fast enough, but... <Who am I kidding? I'd be dead in a second. At least it's not a random vamp...>

"So? Talk? About?" He sat awkwardly on the edge of an armchair. He squirmed uncomfortably when the vampire met his eyes, holding the stare. Cool blue, deep and unreadable. Spike's voice snapped him out of it.

"I heard you." Nervousness flickered over the blond's features. "When you were talking to Dawn, I heard you."

Xander sighed. "Doesn't that soul do anything about this? The whole being obnoxious gig? Shouldn't you feel guilty or something?" He rolled his eyes and stood.

"I wasn't meaning to be... nevermind... stupid humans." Xander looked back. The vampire looked frustrated. "Just say it, Spike! Whatever it is, say it, get it over with." He gripped the stake as Spike jumped up and moved towards him.

"I just wanted to say that I never thought of you like that. And you shouldn't either."

Step closer.

"You don't just fix windows, you hold the whole bloody group together. Can't you see that? They'd be nothing without you!"

Step closer.

"You could 'ave gone off and made something great of yourself, but you stay. For them. I see it. Nobody thinks I notice anything, do they? You're not just a human."

Step.

"You're loyal."

Step.

"You're fucking brave for someone who thinks their powerless."

Step. Xander was against the wall, an irate vampire just inches away from his face.

"And you have *got* to stop treating yourself like a nobody, or it'll kill you."

Xander blinked. <What is he *on*?> "Nice to know, Spike. Why don't you go take that walk now?"

***

He was trying to sound menacing, but the edge was gone from his voice. Spike read his expression closely. Acknowledging that Xander didn't want him to stop talking, he nodded and continued.

"No one's ever told you this, have they?"

Shake.

"Your parents... I know they're useless. You're not. You're someone. You save people when you don't have to. Your friends have to. They're "chosen" or whatever bollocks you came up with. You're free, Xander. you know how strong--how powerful-- you are to stay?"

Blink.

"You have a vampire living in your home. For the second time. And you're supposed to hate me. Yet you've saved my unlife, you put up with all the crap I try, and you--"

"I don't have a choice. It's not for you."

"Do you *want* to have a choice, Xander?"

Spike moved closer, until their bodies were almost touching. The brunette shook his head, but whether it was an answer to his question or a reaction to their position he didn't know.

"Or do you want to be chosen?"

"I--"

"Is that it, Xander? You want someone to choose you? And no one can? There's always someone better?"

Slow nod.

"You're chosen."

Confusion crossed the dark features. And almost comical head tilt, raised eyebrows, and a curiosity underneath it. Spike stepped back, dropped his eyes.

"By me."

He looked up and saw anger in Xander's face, eyes swirling with contempt. "And that means what, Spike? You're gonna turn me so I can be 'special'? Thanks but no thanks, you bastard big bad wannabe. I swear to God, Buffy's gonna hea--"

<This oughta stop the babbling.>

***

<He's *kissing* me. Spike is *kissing* *me*. *Spike* is *kissing* *me*. Oh God, what do I do... whoa, hands... Vampire. Vampire mouth, on me, this is bad bad bad bad bad, oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, that doesn't feel bad--NO, bad!>

Soft lips against his own, yet applying more pressure than he was used to. It sent tingles through him, and he had to fight not to hold the blond head to him. Fight not to increase the pressure, deepen the kiss... and find out how those curls felt between his fingers.

"Spike..." <Ok, that was less a protest and more a moan...> As he opened his mouth to speak a cool tongue slipped between his lips, moving slowly, tenderly against his own. <He's possessed. Where's that stake? HOLY FUCK, I didn't mean that kind...>

"Spike, stop. Spike..." The vampire pulled back, allowing Xander to catch his breath. He found himself locked in a gaze with cool blue eyes, darker than before.

"I mean it." The blond placed a last chaste kiss on his lips. "I choose you."

He backed off, seeming too shy to be Spike, too gentle to be a vampire, and too caring to be the fangless nuisance hed known for so long. As the confusing vampire headed for his room, Xander couldn't help but ask, "William?"

Spike just smiled at him from the doorway. Softly, but with a familiar mischief. "I think you should look into the cape." He closed the door, leaving Xander grinning in the living room.

He looked at the stake in his hand, and back at the door Spike had disappeared through. He tossed the stake in the trash on his ay to the phone book. <The costume shop's open 'til 6, I think...>

~fin



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Sorry if it sucks, I usually don't post my writing. So, should I make it a real fic, or are you ready to shoot me for the complete and total 'this would never happen' vibe? Eh, in my mind it does! Hahaha...

[Gast]

So und noch eine *gg* make me stop!! Die ist total super aber derbe Spoiler für Season 7 und insbesondere Potential also Mys Maus warte bis mein Päckchen bei dir angekommen ist!! Das ähm morgen losgeht bin doch nimmer zu Post gekommen vorher...

ich weiss, ich musste mich heute so zusammennehmen, die story nicht zu lesen, und dann hab ich noch dein feedback gesehen und dachte echt so, mensch, das könnt ihr doch nicht machen, mir auch noch sagen wie toll die geschichte ist *lol* aber dann sollte es ja nimmer sooo lange gehen

[margie]

Oh arme Maus also sie geht morgen gleich raus und ist dann hoffentlich schon ganz schnell da und dann ab anschauen weinen vor Freude du wirst schon sehen was ich meine und dann lesen!!

[Gast]

ok, ich brauche hilfe...

mag sich noch irgendwer an die fanfic erinnern, wo Spike Xander im kaufhaus in der umkleide-kabine mit nem gurt anbinden und ihn grade verführen will, und Xander dann die augen zu macht, weil überall spiegel um ihn herum sind und Spike will ihn dazu bringen "zu sehen, was er in ihm sieht" und anstatt ner smut szene wird das dann total traurig, weil Xander sowas meint wie "ich sehe mich, und dich nicht, und wenn das sowas wahrsage-mässiges sein soll find ich es nicht toll" (natürlich auf englisch *lol*)... ist total traurig, geht dann aber "gut" aus...

hilfe..

[margie]

Hehe Sweetie bist ja echt verzweifelt, nummytreat und hier... hm aber mir sagt die Fic leider nix. Kann natürlich sein, dass es eine der vielen ungelesenen Fics ist die ich gespeichert hab, aber who knows... Sorry

[Gast]

meine suche auf nummytreat muss auch sehr verzweifelt wirken *lol*

aber eigentlich isses gar nicht die fic, die ich suche sondern eine, die au fder gleichen page ist nur an die mag ich mich besser erinnern und ich weiss, ich hab dir und pam die addi dazu auch mal über icq geschickt und... arg! ich weiss soviel von der fic und find sie trotzdem nicht

[Gast]

ok, das gute ist... ich habs gefunden

das schlechte ist, die page, die ich eigentlich gesucht habe, war nicht die...


egal, hier die fic

http://thegates.net/cicific/windowdress.html

[margie]

Schön, dass du es gefunden hast Maus, schade dass es die falsche Seite war. Aber die Fic werde ich auf jedenfall mal lesen...

[winterblue]

@ Mys: hätt ich schon früher hergeschaut, dann hättest du dir diese kaufhaus fic suche ersparen können. hab mir nämlich gleich gedacht, dass du die meintest, weil ja auf derselben site diese chocolate hurricane fic ist.

@ margie: awwww ... 'chosen' ist soooo schön. ich wünschte, die fic wäre länger, würde weitergehen oder so. die ist soooo schön geschrieben und hat den genau den spike drin, den ich so mag.

[margie]

Ja Chosen ist klasse!! Ich hoffe FB reicht das weitergeschrieben wird! Weil William ich liebe William Ach was für´n doofer Satz aber ihr versteht mich ja hoffentlich

[Gast]

unterdessen hab ich auch die story gefunden, die ich gesucht habe... die ist total süss, und auch recht kurz, als husch, lesen gehen

http://nummy.verticalcrawl.com/archive/1/bedmice.html


(gell ihr kanntet die schon? )