Writing - my favourite subject
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estepheiaI started work on a sequel to Pandora's Closet.
Spike/Xander - NC-17 - slash
AN: This sets in shortly after the first part.
unbetaed, subject to changes...
Spike can’t sleep. Strictly speaking, he doesn’t want to. He’s lying on his narrow cot, on his belly, naked. His hard-on is trapped between his body and the mattress, his face turned sideways. He doesn’t move. All he does is breathe. In and out. In and out.
The closet has its own stale odor that carries memories of Xander’s old basement: slightly moldy with just a hint of fabric softener. Maybe that’s because of the three big cardboard boxes that reside behind the pile of unused fitness gear. They contain comic books and model spaceships and other treasures never unpacked since Xander moved out of the basement of doom.
In and out.
On top of the familiar closet smell there’s a more vibrant scent: human, male, healthy, sweaty. A very down-to-earth scent that is seasoned with hints of soap, shampoo and after shave – always the same brands for the past few years. Xander is conservative that way.
In and out.
It’s how a vampire commits places, people and events to memory. What Spike is really inhaling is the smell of sex. Unlike Xander he didn’t take a shower afterwards. Spike can still smell both his and Xander’s come clinging to his body. He can still taste Xander’s come in his mouth. He remembers the other man’s cock sliding in and out and can almost feel it happening again.
Tomorrow, Xander will tell him it was a mistake and that they should both try to forget what happened.
If that’s what he wants – fine. Spike has no intention of ever forcing himself on anyone again. Vampires aren’t fast learners, but that’s a lesson he’s learnt: Not to go where he’s not wanted.
But he can always go back to the memory.
Spike/Xander - NC-17 - slash
AN: This sets in shortly after the first part.
unbetaed, subject to changes...
Spike can’t sleep. Strictly speaking, he doesn’t want to. He’s lying on his narrow cot, on his belly, naked. His hard-on is trapped between his body and the mattress, his face turned sideways. He doesn’t move. All he does is breathe. In and out. In and out.
The closet has its own stale odor that carries memories of Xander’s old basement: slightly moldy with just a hint of fabric softener. Maybe that’s because of the three big cardboard boxes that reside behind the pile of unused fitness gear. They contain comic books and model spaceships and other treasures never unpacked since Xander moved out of the basement of doom.
In and out.
On top of the familiar closet smell there’s a more vibrant scent: human, male, healthy, sweaty. A very down-to-earth scent that is seasoned with hints of soap, shampoo and after shave – always the same brands for the past few years. Xander is conservative that way.
In and out.
It’s how a vampire commits places, people and events to memory. What Spike is really inhaling is the smell of sex. Unlike Xander he didn’t take a shower afterwards. Spike can still smell both his and Xander’s come clinging to his body. He can still taste Xander’s come in his mouth. He remembers the other man’s cock sliding in and out and can almost feel it happening again.
Tomorrow, Xander will tell him it was a mistake and that they should both try to forget what happened.
If that’s what he wants – fine. Spike has no intention of ever forcing himself on anyone again. Vampires aren’t fast learners, but that’s a lesson he’s learnt: Not to go where he’s not wanted.
But he can always go back to the memory.
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Date: 2003-02-20 07:14 am (UTC)Gimme more please ... it's mean to tease ! :-)
Please may I also ask a huge favour - I've just posted my first (completed) story in my LJ
I'd really appreciate your comments
Thanks - SV