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22nd-Oct-2008 10:58 pm - Buffy

reremouse

Spike/Xander.

This is awesome and also a bit fucked up.

"Okay - I'm pretty sure I remember telling you not to stuff the pinatas with entrails," Xander says making his entrance.

"It's not a pinata, my little pumpkin empanada." Lorne puts an arm around his shoulders and steers him away.

"What was it?"

Lorne's grimacing and Xander seriously considers the possibility he hasn't had enough to drink to deal with planning a Wolfram & Hart Halloween party. "The caterer. I need a drink. Do you need a drink?"

Xander needs a drink and for a really tall green guy with horns, Lorne makes a great new best friend.

"Sea breeze," Lorne says.

"Same," Xander says. "Hold the sea. Unless it's the breeze."

The kid tending bar looks at Xander funny and Xander stares into the middle distance and a pile of Halloween decor. The skeletons look disturbingly realistic.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

9th-Sep-2005 01:33 pm - Buffy

[No Poetry] by

moireach

Spike/Xander.

I like the stillness of this, the caught-in-a-moment sort of thing.

The problem is, though, they're supposed to be *his* thing, but it never works out like that. Well, nothing ever works out the way he thinks it will, but the basement thing gets fucked up for one specific reason. Because somehow, there Spike always, always is. Tied to the chair in his parent's house, of course, pain-in-the-assing it up in Xander's only (semi-)private space. And it's like one of the two of them got stuck on the image. Because there Spike was, busy being crazy in the basement of the new highschool, *Xander's* basement, because hey, he built it, knew the plans inside out and upside down, at least before the walls decided to start moving around on their own, about which he's still a little bitter. And no sooner is he out of there than it's Xander, why don't you let Spike stay with you again for a while? Until that blows up and now here he is, brooding around the Revello Street cellar itself, all chains and angst.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

15th-May-2005 05:11 pm - Buffy

[Never-Ever Land] by

shrift

Xander/Spike.

This was just pretty, and deftly written. And pre-chip Spike always rocks the world.

"It's from Drusilla," Spike said confidently. "Looks like her handwriting, with the loopy things drawn in there."

He peered at the package. "There's a 'd' and like half an 'r'. It could be from Dr. Doom, for all you know."

"Or Dr. Love."

"Dr. Strange," Xander said.

"Dr. Who."

"Dr. No."

"Dr. Kildare," Spike said, shaking the box again.

"Dr. Dolit -- never mind," Xander said, cutting that one off at the pass.

They squinted at each other over the box top, and Xander for one was a little perturbed by their moment of geeky bonhomie.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

27th-Apr-2005 12:22 pm - Buffy

[The One In The Cave] by

eliade

Xander/Spike.

Demons make them do it.

"Good point." Spike gave him a fresh study. "Beasties go for you." He stepped closer and leaned in elaborately for a long sniff of Xander's neck. "Why is that?"

"Get off!" Xander withdrew on pure instinct, body folding and flapping at unlikely angles in avoidance.

"A minute ago you wanted sex." Spike shook his head in a wounded attitude, as if Xander had just broken their five-year engagement. "Fickle boy."

"That was my survival instinct talking." Feeling a bit sick, Xander waited to see if it would yap again. "Stupid survival instinct," he muttered.

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12th-Mar-2005 01:21 am - Buffy

[Seeing Distant Things As If They Were Close] by

wesleysgirl

Spike/Xander.

Beautifully built up.

"Maybe I should shave my head," Xander says, out of nowhere.

Spike turns, mildly astonished. "Yeah, you, bald. That'd be a good look."

"Better than this one," Xander says, pointing at his hair. "If it's like this now, how do you think it'll look in another week?"

"And your solution's to shave it all off?" Spike's always thought the boy had nice hair -- bit long and floppy, of course, but at least it had a bit of body to it.

"You have any other suggestions?"

Tentative, unsure how it'll be received, Spike makes the offer he'd stopped himself from making before. "I could wash it for you."

Big toe in the back of his neck, hard.

"Ow!" Spike says, even though the pain is fleeting, a flare briefer than a kiss.

"Don't be an asshole," Xander says.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

4th-Mar-2005 10:15 pm - Buffy

[Involuntary Bodies] by

eliade

Spike/Xander.

Beautifully written, with a gripping plot.

"I used to think I was a nice guy," Xander said. Spike opened his eyes again with what might have been a shadow of interest. "Now, not so much. I haven't cared enough to find out how you've been. When Dawn talked about you, I killed every conversation dead." A flicker of something crossed the vampire's face. "Now I," he took a ragged breath, "I'm here looking for favors. I need your help."

All interest drained away. "Need somethin' killed," he said, resigned, his words less than a question.

"I need you to come live with us."

Wan as a ghost against his pillow, Spike frowned up at him for several passing ticks. "Sorry," he finally muttered. "Ears going funny. Thought you said you needed me to come live with you."

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

24th-Jan-2005 01:31 am - Buffy

[Phrase And Fable] by

dodyskin

Spike/Xander.

Xander dreams. Fantastic.

His dreams always start the same way, with the morning rituals. He shaves in his parent's bathroom, showers in his apartment, and dresses in the basement. He drinks coffee in Joyce's kitchen and dunks his doughnut from the box on the library desk. He picks up his car keys from Giles's coffee table, and heads out of the crypt to the dorm.

Spike is there, always, waiting by the Espresso Pump with a pool cue and a minion, and crinkling up his eyes in the sun that shines down fiercely in the alley behind the Bronze. He's dead, as usual, and soulless, which is the way of dreams.

He runs a comb over his bald head, because his hair always gets in his eyes and picks up Spike who slides into the back of the ice cream van, complaining about the mess of bodies. There are always bodies in the back of the Taurus, so they sit side by side, as usual.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

20th-Nov-2004 12:49 am - Buffy

[Hero] by

tabaqui

Spike/Xander.

Fantastic story: original premise and heartbreaking in places.

"We - well, mostly me, but dad too - we just can't help it. The kid is so..." Will doesn't know how to finish that - doesn't really know how to put into words the feelings that Xander evoked in him. He was so scared, that kid - so lonely, and so wounded. And his world was so dark and scary; full of monsters and pain and evil that he can't stop or control - just battle, endlessly. Will felt like, if he didn't help him out - do what he could - it'd be like...like stepping on Superman's cape, or trying to de-mask Batman. Or taking a little, bedraggled kitten and putting it in a box by the highway. It just wouldn't be right. And that smile... Will shook his head, breaking himself out of his thoughts. Oz and Devon staggered back on stage just then, loaded down with more equipment and he moved to help them.

Tags:buffy: au, buffy: xander/spike

14th-Jun-2004 05:26 pm - Buffy

[Throwing Shapes] by

eliade

Xander/Spike.

This is utterly adorable. Fluffy fluff.

"Yeahhhh," the man drawled dubiously. "Listen...er, what's your name again, mate?"

He opened his mouth, tongue and throat working automatically as if to form some word in reply, but nothing came out. It was his brain that had frozen, though, lost. "I don't know. I don't know my own name. Why don't I know my name?" Panicky, he turned and focused on the other man, who seemed to have found the one square foot of alley that received any of the faint light shining from above. His white hair and a slice of cheek glowed. One eyebrow, so dark it might have been drawn on with a pencil, raised.

"Dunno. Maybe you've got that whattayoucallit."

"What?"

"That thing where you forget things."

"Amnesia?"

"Yeah, that's it."

He stared, slightly gape-mouthed. "Are you fucking with me?"

The man frowned. Or at least, the half of his face that was visible did. The other half was still in shadow. It was probably frowning too. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. Wait, I do." He assessed the strange impressions that were crashing in on him from all sides and singled one out. "You have this tone of voice that says 'I will fuck with you.'"

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

2nd-Jun-2004 01:27 am - Buffy

Dark Horse by

witling

Spike/Xander.

This story claws into you and won't let go. Dark and heartbreaking and still slightly hopeful, set in a future where the demons have won.

He went out and drank his weight, and next thing he knew he was crouched under the table again, the world weaving and pulsing between its legs, watching the kid's eyes jitter behind his eyelids. Thin skin, pale and papery. Whole world inside there. When had he put the table back up? Nobody told him he could do that. Kind of thing could get him smacked in the head, if a body had a mind.

Kid's skin was luminous in the darkness, glowing like a candle behind a screen. Glow of life, internal combustion. That was rare. And warm. Everything was so cold now, always cold and dark, streets running with blood but where was the fun in that?

He wanted to see what was behind the kid's eyelids. Inside his skull. Wanted to just—

The kid's skin was smooth under his thumb. For a second. Warm and smooth, and then the eyelid opened under his touch, the eye naked and alarmed. Gasp of breath, interruption, freeze. It startled him. He was sitting back on his ass, braced on both hands, trying to make things stop moving.

"I just—" he started, and then realized he was on the floor of his kitchen, about to explain. No. That was for another world. In this world he didn't have to explain, didn't have to do anything except take what he wanted.

And he wanted—

The kid was right there, pressed to the wall, staring at him with huge stark eyes.

"Piss off," he snarled, and got carefully to his feet, and almost walked into the door on his way out.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

27th-May-2004 06:49 pm - Buffy

Repossession by

lazuli_kat

Spike/Xander.

This one is one big, fat h/c fest, heavy on the 'c'. It's a guilty pleasure of mine - the characterisation may not be perfect, and the plot is cliched, but it's a darn nice read.

Sometimes the past finds a way of catching up.

Even when you’re five years and many hundreds of miles out of Sunnydale, there are certain unavoidable connections and reactions.

There are invitations to school reunions so you can discuss how many kids didn’t make it past graduation. There are expectant voices on the end of the telephone waiting for you to manufacture some enthusiasm: ‘Sure I’ll be on the Hellmouth for Thanksgiving, try keeping me away’. There is the way you unpleasantly perk up whenever there’s a programme on TV that contains words or phrases like demon, vampire, hell, ascension or ‘…intent on taking over the world’ in the trailer. There are dreams too fantastic to be unreal.

Connections, reactions. Who, why, what. Cause, effect. Things that go bump in the life.

And then there is simply…fate.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

24th-May-2004 06:56 pm - Buffy

Loserville by

shrift

Spike/Xander.

Lovely first-time fic. They sort of stumble accidentally into it.

Xander balanced the greasy box on his left hand and narrowly escaped death-by-clobbering in the hallway as an Amazonishly-tall girl with multi-colored clown hair zipped past him on rollerblades. Xander glared a death ray at her back as he knocked on Buffy and Willow's door, and hoped someone managed to clothesline her before she endangered the lives of more innocent pizza delivery guys. When the door remained stubbornly closed, Xander knocked harder and said, "Ladies? Your free food is getting cold."

Someone yanked the door open so fast that Xander nearly got vertigo. Buffy smiled at him brightly before snatching the box out of his hands and stepping back, inviting him in with the flip of a perky blonde ponytail. "Ooh!" she said as she lifted the top of the cardboard box. "Three-cheese bread!"

"Yay!" Willow said, sitting up on her bed. She was surrounded by so many thick textbooks that it looked like she'd been constructing a fort like they used to do when they were little, only back then they'd used blankets and refrigerator boxes and commandeered the middle of the Rosenberg living room.

"I bring the cheesy goodness," Xander said, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "It's my raison du fromage."

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

19th-May-2004 12:19 pm - BtVS

A Week Of Wrong by

eliade

Xander/Spike.

So much love for this story. So much.

Xander cleared his throat softly. "So explain the part again where kissing makes the bad demon go away?"

"They don't eat prey that's mating."

"I hate my life. So. Much."

"I hate your life too," Spike said irritably, and then his body stiffened. "Oh oh."

"Oh oh?" Panic gripped Xander's capellini. "Oh oh?"

That was the last thing he had a chance to utter before Spike kissed him.

Xander struggled against fate, of course. His strict heterosexual code demanded that he try to twist from Spike's grasp and break from his vile vampire lips, defying death and the brutal Swadhhyu. Which made it hard to explain how he found himself back up against the alley wall, leaning on it for support as Spike's body blanketed him from head to foot, or why a hand had climbed into Undead Boy's back pocket while the other one wound into his bleached and extra-crispy hair.

Tags:buffy: xander/spike

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