Day: March 14, 2015

Treasures

Published by Asharia

Title: Treasures
Fandom: BtVS
Relationship: Spike/Xander
Warnings: Character Death
Rating: G
Summary: Spike fulfills promises he mad

 

Blue eyes stared down at the package, twisting it around nervously. This was not something he wanted to be doing, but he had been charged with the task and he would carry it through to the end. He always kept his promises. Raising a trembling hand, he knocked sharply on the door and prayed to forsaken gods for courage.

“Spike?” He looked up to meet red-rimmed green eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Can I come in?” Spike asked quietly, needed to do this final task in private. Willow stepped back, letting him slide past. He shuddered as her wards slid across his skin, prickling his demon into the fore. Shaking his head he returned to his human guise and waited for the redhead to rejoin him.

“Would you like anything to drink?’ Willow asked.

“No, I just came to do something,” he answered. “A final request of sorts.”

Tears welled up in the witch’s eyes at the reminder and Spike found himself feeling like a heel. He didn’t want to do this. It hurt each time, like a sliver of sunlight scoring his flesh, burning the finality and reality into his skin. Putting the package on a table, he pulled the sobbing woman into his arms. Each tear that hit his skin scalded and he felt his own grief rise up to overwhelming proportions. Ruthlessly he pushed his own sorrow down and focused his attention of Willow, letting her lean her slight weight against his strength.

“Sorry,” she whispered when she finally stopped crying. “Didn’t mean to break down like that.”

“S’okay, luv, you have every right too,” Spike soothed, running gentle hands down her back.

“So, what did you bring me,” she asked brightly, pulling away.

“Pressies, of course,” Spike smiled, reaching for the package. “He spent a lot of time on these, asked me to give you yours last.”

“Why last?” Willow asked. She took the present from Spike’s hands, turning it around in her own, trying to determine what lay inside.

“Don’t know, I was suppose to open mine first and deliver yours last,” he shrugged. “Go on, open it.”

With careful fingers she removed the wrapping paper to reveal a plain cardboard box. A quick glance at Spike found him staring at her intently, waiting. She opened the box and pulled a wooden bowl from it. The bowl was plain wood, unvarnished with a strange grey sheen on the outside. Confused, she turned to Spike for an explanation.

“‘S crabapple wood. All the gifts are. Told me when he got the wood it’s ’cause it’s the perfect metaphor for life.” At her bewildered look he continued. “Ever see a crabapple tree bloom. ‘S beautiful. All pinks, whites and reds. But the fruit is bitter, almost nasty. Just like life.”

Willow nodded her understanding. Xander would have seen life like that, good and bad together.
“What’s the grey stuff on the bottom?”

“Xander,” came the soft reply. “He wanted a way to be with everyone always, so he was cremated and his ashes incorporated into each gift.”

“How?”

“On your bowl, it’s the bottom. Buffy and Faith both got a cross and stake set, with his ashes inside the stakes. Made them promise not to lose them. Giles received a traditional Japanese puzzle box, the inlay on it glued with a special resin made with the ashes. Dawn got a necklace, each bead coated,” he told her.

“And you?” Willow asked.

Spike pulled on the chain around his neck, bringing his pendant into view. It was a wood heart with a glass center. The glass shimmered grey for a moment and Willow smiled sadly.

“Said I was his heart and he was mine. This way I can keep the two together even though he’s gone.” There were tears in the blonde’s eyes.

“Spike?” She moved closer to him. “You’re not going to do anything stupid are you? We can’t lose you too!”

“You’re stuck with me for a while more, Red,” Spike laughed through his tears. “Made my boy a promise. Wouldn’t follow just yet. Gonna help you white hats fight for a while more.”

“Then?”

“He said I’d know when the time was right. I trust my boy, I’ll know when it’s time to go,” he assured her.

They sat there in silence, each thinking about the man they had loved and lost before Willow spoke again.

“Why didn’t you turn him?” There was no accusation in her voice, only curiosity.

“He asked me not to. Said he’d had his time,” Spike stopped for a moment, turning blue eyes on his friend. “I wanted to, didn’t want to watch him waste away like that. Didn’t want to watch as the cancer ate him alive. But I always keep my promises, and as much as it hurts, I had to let him go.”

“I understand,” she whispered softly. “Don’t worry, you two belong together. Not even the Powers That Be can keep you apart.”

 

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Cleaning

Published by Asharia

Title: Cleaning
Fandom: BtVS
Relationship: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander does some cleaning.  Seriously people,this is just porn for the sake of porn.

 

He pulled the box from beneath the bed and lifted it up with reverent hands. Carefully, he placed it on the bedspread, lifting the lid with a soft creak. It was his turn to do the cleaning, and while at first he had been disgusted at the job, it was now one he treasured and looked forward to. Each swipe of the cloth, sliding the fabric into every crevice, always brought back the events that led to the need for cleaning.

Smiling he reached for the spray and the first one, liberally coating the silicone with the cleaner. The small toy wasn’t one they used often, and probably didn’t need to be cleaned, but he was always thorough when he cleaned. Setting aside, he reached for the next one, shivering at the weight of it filling his hands. It wasn’t the largest of their collection by far, but it was one of Xander’s favourites. He loved the feel of it, almost life-like in texture and size. It was the first toy they had bought together and he could still remember the heat of his face as his lover waggled it at him in the porn shop.

“How about this one, pet?” Spike leered, brushing the toy across Xander’s cheek.

The younger man blushed and shook his head, looking everywhere but at the toy in his lover’s hand. “Isn’t it kind of big?” he whispered hesitantly.

“Not big, pet,” Spike whispered back, seductively. “It’s a little smaller than me. And it does this.”

The vibrations made Xander jump, eyes wide as he stared at the shaking toy. He swallowed and met brilliant blue eyes, hardening as he saw the lust, desire and sheer mischievousness in them. “Okay,” he finally managed to squeak. He was rewarded with a blinding grin and fast kiss.

“You won’t regret this, luv,” Spike promised.

Shrugging off the memories the toy aroused, he quickly went back to cleaning, spraying down each toy before setting it on the towel he had laid out. Once they were all coated with the special cleaner, he looked them over, checking for weak spots and breaks. Satisfied that they were all whole and sound, he reached for the bowl of water he had brought with him and the cloth. He wiped the cleaner off each toy and placed it back into the box until he came to the prize of their little collection. It was the largest, his fingers just managing to touch around the girth and it was long. Making sure that it was clean of the special soap, he placed in on the bed next to the pillows and closed the toy box. He put the box back in it’s place and carried the towel, cloth and bowl into the bathroom

Once the room was again tidied up, he stopped beside the bed and gazed down at the lovely toy. Quickly he stripped down, pausing to brush his fingers over his nipples, stomach and the thatch of hair between his thighs. Nearly vibrating with need, he stopped to reach for the lube they kept beside the bed and climbed on top of the covers. One hand reached out and pulled the toy closer, while the other popped the top on the lube. Coating his hand, he reached down and starting to stretch himself, painting his hole with the slick substance. Once he managed to fit three fingers, he removed his hand and slicked up the toy.

Dragging the large dildo down his body, he shook as he imagined the feeling of Spike doing this, being the one to tease him. When the toy finally rested against his hole, he began to push it in, groaning at the slight burning sensation. The burn grew until he had to pause, letting his body adjust. Finally his body relaxed enough to slid it in the rest of the way, and he moaned deep in his throat at the full feeling. Carefully, he flicked the little switch at the bottom that turned it on, nearly screaming at the vibrations it sent through his body. Constant sounds fell from his lips as he began to rock the toy in and out of his body, brushing his prostate on nearly every stroke. Soon he was thrusting it in hard, his hips lifting into every movement. He continued to fuck himself with the toy, time lost as the pleasure surged over him again and again. Finally he came with a loud scream, his body tensing for a moment before sagging limply on the bed. His hand shaking, he flicked the toy off, sighing as the vibrations stopped sending shocks through is sensitive flesh.

“That was just lovely, pet.” His eyes flew open and he looked at Spike lounging in the doorway, a smirk on the blonde’s face. The vampire sauntered over, stopping beside Xander to run a hand down the young man’s body. “Now it’s my turn.” Xander gasped as Spike flicked the toy back on and thrust it deep, an evil grin on the blonde’s face.

 

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