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Prequel to Poetry Lessons - Part III

Story: Prequel to Poetry Lessons OR Do We Want to STAY Unstuck?
Summary: Who knew being stuck to Spike could be so very interesting...
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The boys do belong to me, but only in a 'I'm obviously delusional and need some psychiatric help' kinda way!
Feedback: would be lovely!


Prequel to Poetry Lessons OR Do We Want to STAY Unstuck?


Once they had finally stopped laughing, Spike and Xander found themselves looking at each other. In silence. Not uncomfortable silence, but not in a silence recognisable as something they had done before.

“So...”

“Yeah....”

“Wasn't expecting that to happen”.

Spike sighed, then got to his feet with less than his normal grace. “Right, well don't go getting yourself in a huff, Harris, s'not like it means anything now is it?”

“It doesn't?! I mean, no I guess it doesn't. “ Pushing himself up to a sitting position, Xander winced as his butt came into direct contact with the firm cushions. Grabbing one of them, he held it in front of himself, unaware that the picture he presented was of a debauched virgin, protecting his modesty with floral upholstery. “But why doesn't it?”. Where that came from, Xander had no idea.

"Did you want it to mean something?" Spike froze in the act of pulling his jeans on.

"Well, did you want it to mean something?"

"For fucks sake, Harris, stop acting like such a daft bint! Say what you mean why don't ya!"

"Ok, fine!! This is my first walk on the male side - and with the evil undead if it comes to that - so I want to know it wasn't just an accidental slip of the dick!" Biting his lip, he looked up at Spike. "Or just the result of the spell."

"The ruddy spell stuck us together, it didn't make us fuck if that's what you mean".

"So - that was just us then?"

"Harris - Xander - spit it out!"

"Alright. Look, Spike, I've only recently realised I have no gender preference so I'm a little wigged out. But I liked that. I liked that a lot, and I don't think it's just in a naughty touching gone way overboard kinda way, cos the XanMan can be rather girlyish inasmuch as I'm generally in a relationship before the naughty touching happens. So I have no practice at one-nighters, or one-eveningers or whatever you wanna call this".

"What, and I have? I'll have you know I was faithful to My Dark Princess for nigh on a century, so I don't go putting it about either".

"Well - good. So, what, neither of us tends to do this without their being something - I dunno - real?"

"About sums it up".

"So, where do we go from here?"

"You are such a girl!" so saying, Spike walked off towards the kitchen.

"Hey!!!" Xander found himself yanked up from the sofa by invisible hands and propelled towards the kitchen! Ah, it would seem as though the spell wasn't quite finished with them. Their bodies smacked together, and BLAM! once again, their eyes met and the rest of the world seemed to have disappeared. "Er, Spike?"

"Yeah Whelp?"

"Since we're still sorta stuck together and all - do you wanna see my bedroom?!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I am. I don't know what this is but I do know I want to see what happens."

"Yeah. I want to see how this ends myself."
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