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Title: Fanmix
Author: heuradys
Rating: G-R (mostly for language, because the sex doesn't get explicit)
Summary: Ten ficlets based on a Spike/Xander fanmix, cover, and ten bonus tracks. All the ficlets are as AU as necessary to suit the songs. A little something for everyone.
Warnings: One character death that didn't happen in canon.
Notes: My very first S/X! Written for fall_for_sx. All the thanks ever to theamusedone for alpha-reading and cheerleading. This is what happened when I did the Music Ficlet Meme (The Rules: 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. 2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. 3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! 4. Do ten of these, then post them.). I must admit to cheating a tinge, since I stacked the deck, only randomized a limited number of songs, and lingered a bit on some, too. All songs hosted on Box.net, so you can listen and download.






Download PDF file of CD cover with full track listing









Duke Special - Closer To The Start


He could have had years with Spike instead of days. He could have, if he'd been paying attention.

Now he saw. With his one fucking remaining eye and his painkiller-filled brain and his heart aching with desperate loss, he saw.

Spike's helpless expression, graceful hands. They'd touched, had bittersweet, thrilling sex.

Lucky him.

Oh, lucky him. Realizing he had been in love – at the end of the world – with the vampire who'd saved it.

Was loved in return.

The regret seared through him like the sunlight had Spike's body. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the crater. "I didn't get it."





The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight


"No, no slayage. Just I—not feeling so hot—"

Xander could feel Buffy and Willow's eyes on him as he headed for the door, could hear their discussion "looks like he's seen a ghost"—but he didn't care.

He'd nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw her. They'd talked a bit. He thought it was going okay, that they were going to forgive each other. Dizzy with relief, he went to get his jacket, turned around—

She looked right at him. And left with another guy.

The knots in his stomach competed with the pain in his heart, the beers he'd had not soothing either.

He didn't spot them outside. He spun in a circle under a streetlight, then started walking with no destination in mind, anger and arousal and 'have to see her' orbiting in his mind like biplanes harassing King Kong.

She was waiting in the entryway of his apartment building when he finally got there, hint of a smirk on her pink lips as she brushed an errant strand of her dark brown hair out of her face, her hand trailing down her neck and brushing over her breast as she lowered it to her side. She looked perfect and classy—the opposite of the porn collection which had caused part of their argument—and he'd been so incredibly fucking wrong to say, "No, it doesn't turn me on."

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before finishing his walk to the door. "Did he fuck you?" he asked as he opened it.

Spike slammed him against the wall once he was inside, not at all demure despite the white dress. "Jealous, pet?"

"Fuck yeah," Xander groaned as Spike's hands slid inside his jacket, over his chest.

Spike chuckled softly beside his ear. "I didn't let him touch me."





Ra Ra Riot - Ghost Under Rocks


Sometimes Xander wishes he'd never returned to and climbed down into the crater that had been Sunnydale, never walked to where the Hellmouth had been, never found the amulet, never breathed on it.

Left the ghost under the rocks.

Because then he could have kept mourning. It was simpler.

Instead he has his boyfriend back, and they can't touch each other.

He's sure there's some way to make Spike corporeal again, some explanation for why he's a ghost, but he doubts they'll ever find it.

Still, if this had happened years ago, he'd never have been fired from that phone sex line.






The Beautiful South - Don't Marry Her


Xander took a deep breath as Spike answered the door half-awake and half-dressed.

"You were right about the wedding." Xander looked up at Spike through his lashes. "I should've listened to you last week instead of going through with it. Well, trying to."

Spike raised his eyebrow, and opened his mouth to speak.

Xander cut him off with a kiss and slid his hand into Spike's half-zipped jeans.

"So it wasn't just the visions then?" Spike asked when Xander broke the kiss for air. "Heard about those."

Xander shook his head, looking a little chagrined. "I always do better with pictures, but they were the same as your words." He rested his forehead against Spike's. "Phony doesn't necessarily mean false."






Ben Christophers - Spaces In Between

Ever since Parent-Teacher Night, the dreams have come like clockwork.

They're all different. Some, like the one with the umbrellas that turn into birds or the one where they're in outer space, don't make much sense. Others leave him sticky and sweating, to wake breathless and shaking.

They all have one theme in common, though: Spike's trying to get him to come to the Dark Side. Or at least the Grey Middle.

"Come with me, boy," Spike says, laying him down in a sea of black flowers.

And he sees Spike lurking outside his house some nights not long after sunset, the in between of twilight. Spike looks at him so knowingly. And he wants to follow the sun into the darkness.





Holly McNarland - Porno Mouth


Harris is everything but beautiful. Annoying, loyal, foolhardy, goofy, good. Anyaka's. Mouthy.

Harris' mouth is wide, tremendously expressive, mobile, constantly fucking babbling.

Except for now, when he's making nonverbal noise with it and – Spike glances away from the TV toward Xander – eating an éclair. Licking chocolate and custard off his fingers.

Spike stares.

Harris' mouth is positively obscene.

"Spike? Earth to Spike?"

It takes Harris a few times to get his attention. Harris is laughing at him with his eyes. He scowls. "What? Where's demon girl?"

"I broke up with her," Harris says. "She wasn't happy about me keeping a vampire in bondage in my basement."

"Yeah?" Spike shifts his hips on the orange vinyl monstrosity he's tied to.

The corners of Harris' mouth curl upward with a sly wickedness that would make the Grinch proud and has Spike's skin trying to make goosebumps. His hand makes quick work of Spike's fly. "Yeah," he says as he straddles Spike's bound ankles and leans over.

Spike moans.

Harris' mouth is his.





David Ford - I'm Alright Now


"I was bloody stupid, but Red—"

"You were stupid and…?"

"Sodding hell. It was a spell—"

Xander glares. "And? You were all naughty touching with Buffy! After you'd promised me that I'd be the only one you'd touch after the chip came out!"

He caves in the face of Xander's pout. "Insensitive. I was insensitive. Okay? I lost my sense of direction, pet. Won't happen again."

Xander huffs. "Self-destructive more like. But you're all right now?"

Spike grins, meeting Xander's yellow eyes and letting Willow's corpse fall at his feet. "Never better, love."






Easyworld - You And Me


Waiting outside the Magic Box, he listens. Spike runs his tongue over his teeth to keep from laughing aloud—the boy doth protest too much, methinks—as Xander rants his illusory hatred to his friends. He takes a swig from his flask, relishing the slight burn the bourbon spreads through his throat, delicate counterpoint to the anticipatory heat flooding his body.

One of these days, they're going to stop believing him, despite those big, brown innocent eyes of his. It's getting to the point where his faux dislike of Spike is stronger than his actual hate for Angel and nobody with an ounce of sense would believe that.

Xander's voice gets louder as he nears the front door. "If I see him in the next forty-eight hours, I'm going to beat him senseless! I swear! This weekend is sacred Xander time! No interruptions, not even for apocalypses." Xander says his goodbyes, leaves the shop.

Spike steps out of the shadows and falls into step beside him. "'Beat him senseless'?"

"Promise," Xander says. "Dinner first, though. We've got the whole weekend, after all."

Spike stops abruptly, pins Xander to the nearest wall, and kisses him until he's grinding his dick against Spike's hip and his heartbeat is erratic. "And after dinner, eat me?"





Duke Special - Kill Me Quickly Please


"Ow, ow, ow!" Spike howled in pain as the chip fired again, again, again; sharp staccato pyrrhic bursts of fireworks in his brain. Tears on his cheeks went unheeded when blood trickled from his left nostril to drip onto Xander's hand.

"Jesus, Spike!"

Spike opened his eyes, not letting go of Xander's wrist. He scrabbled beside himself on the cot, the chains of the manacles on his own wrists rattling, until he found the stake Xander kept dropping. "Please, love, just… just do it. Even if it hurts. Don't tease me. Please—"

"No! We'll fix it!" Xander made a fist, not letting Spike fit the stake into his captive hand. "We'll fix it."

His other hand caressed Spike's forehead, comforting with its sweaty warmth, and Spike leaned into it even as he kept trying to force the stake into Xander's other hand. He couldn't hope, had put Xander through far too much for that. "I need you so much," he whispered, "Don't want to hurt you ever. Told her to tell you to stay away."

"Spike, I lo—"

The chip fired again.






Imogen Heap - Come Here Boy


He's outside the boy's house almost nightly, right after sunset, with visits throughout until dawn to watch the boy sleep, leaving dreams scattered in the boy's subconscious like a spill of pomegranate seeds or the spray of arterial blood or burning baby fish. He makes sure the boy can see him sometimes, glories in the scent of the boy's certain arousal, the anapestic rush of his heartbeat, the longing in his eyes.

He'll make the most of this dubious gift from his sire, with its built-in bond, the craving building to a howl inside him.

The boy's more afraid than he should be, but he'll give in before too long.

Spike lights another cigarette.

The curtain moves.

"Come here, boy," he murmurs, thinking of black flowers, of spreading the boy's thighs and giving him his every fantasy. "Let your dreams run free."









The bonus tracks are ten more random songs from the playlist I was working with. Enjoy them, write to them...


The Real Tuesday Weld - (Still) Terminally Ambivalent Over You
Ashley MacIsaac - Sick Of Rock & Roll
Lone Justice - Ways To Be Wicked
Stars - Barricade
Duke Special - Digging An Early Grave
Ida Marie - I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked
Easyworld - Demons
Wild Sweet Orange - Tilt
David Ford - Go To Hell
Rob Dougan - Furious Angels


Download .rar file of all songs in order here!


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