Fri, Nov. 9th, 2007, 12:18 pm
Pulling Strings - Part 2

Title: Pulling Strings
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own the vampires, but Joss said I could play with 'em.

Previous part
here 

 

Fri, Nov. 9th, 2007, 12:13 pm
Destruction in His Wake (Part 4)

Title: Destruction in His Wake
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17, eventually
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine

Previous parts here

Fri, Nov. 9th, 2007, 11:58 am
Moving Day

Title: Moving Day
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Haven't moved in with either Spike or Angel, seeing as I own neither of them
Dedication: For [info]of_too_minds, who wanted Angel and Spike with a moving van to pick her up. Hope this helps, sweetie!

Fri, Nov. 9th, 2007, 11:55 am
Pulling Strings - Part 1

Title: Pulling Strings
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own the vampires, don't know where to find a drug like this (more's the pity, right? lol)
Dedication: For [info]spankspike , with details provided at the end of the final chapter 

 

Sat, Oct. 6th, 2007, 10:05 am
A Steady Purr

Title: A Steady Purr
Pairing: William/Angelus
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, probably couldn't handle 'em if I did 
 

Mon, Oct. 1st, 2007, 09:00 am

Title: Borrowed Warmth
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of the characters contained herein are mine... we all know the dream
Dedication: For [info]ash_carpenter, because it's my job to see that she never leaves her bunk again 

 

Fri, Sep. 28th, 2007, 05:06 pm
70 Questions for Angel

Okay, so a brief explanation of where I am and why writing exercises are all that's been seen here for a few weeks. Thanks to a pack of rapid, insanely greedy harlots who keep begging for sequels (*grins at the harlots*), I have a large number of WIPs. I don't like to let any of them languish too long, so I've been working away at pretty much all of them, which means there will come a point when there will be new chapters and sequels several times a week. Unfortunately, that time is still a little ways off, as I also often write out of sequence. For instance, the last two parts of Leave of Absence are done, but the second part's still being written, so when it's finished there'll be a flurry of those posts. There's also a few upcoming projects, another FMK challenge I'm answering and some ideas I've been kicking around for [info]fall_for_sx, so look for lots more goodies to come. Don't worry... I haven't forgotten ya'll!

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:35 am
70 Questions for Spike

Slow Friday at work but all my story files are on my new laptop at home... what's a girl to do? Can't catch up on reading because I have a narc at the desk next to mine who's fond of sneaking peeks at my screen, so that leaves either twiddling my thumbs and staring into space or this. Found this writing exercise a while back on [info]girlpire's page and I loved the idea of it, but got snowed under story ideas before I could put it into motion. So I dug it out, and here's the result. Will possibly get around to doing some other characters as well, since I found that this gave me a real interesting look even deeper into Spike's mind that I usually go.

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:30 am
Dance With Me - Part 6

Title: Dance With Me
Rating: R
Summary: All Spike wants is a dance...
Written for [info]spring_spangel 
 

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:25 am
Dance With Me - Part 5

Title: Dance With Me
Rating: R
Summary: All Spike wants is a dance...
Written for [info]spring_spangel
[Bad username:   San Francisco - 2012  She was stunning. All brides are beautiful, but Angel was pretty sure that Dawn Summers was in a category all her own. Dawn McGowan, now, he reminded himself. He was still adjusting to the idea that Buffy's little sister was actually some mystical Key, and to realize that she was a woman and wife was almost too much to take in. And if he was having trouble with it, he could only imagine what it was like for Spike!  He looked over at his childe, who was sitting beside Dawn, their heads together in conversation, hands entwined. She'd barely let go of him since they arrived last Sunday, and it said a lot for her new husband that he greeted his bride's excitement with a tolerant smile and friendly handshake. Jeremy had been told quite some time ago about the once-dead vampire and Dawn's attachment to him, and when Angel had asked him about it, he'd just shrugged and said, "She has the rest of her life with me; She only gets him for the week. I figure I can afford to be a little understanding." Angel liked him for that.  They had all toasted the happy couple when Jeremy rose to his feet. "Thank you, everyone. We're so glad you could all be here to share this with us. Now, we're gonna do things a little differently today. You see, I have a debt to repay today. There's someone here who dedicated himself to protecting my wife, someone who stepped in and took care of her when she was alone in the world, and I'd like him to have the first dance." He turned towards Spike and held his hand out.  Dawn had clapped her hands over her mouth and was staring at her husband with shining eyes. Everyone there could see the love in her eyes, and nobody had any reason to doubt it, not after hearing his speech. Spike rose to clasp Jeremy's outstretched hand, then took Dawn's hand and led her out to the dance floor. At his nod, the DJ started the music, a beautiful soaring ballad that seemed to have been written for weddings and moments like these.  Spike laid a hand on Dawn's waist, drawing her into a formal position, and they began a slow waltz about the floor. They danced as though unaware of the observers, lost in their own private world where nobody else mattered. Spike bent his head and whispered something in her ear, and her reply brought a happy laugh that intertwined with the sweet melody. Angel swallowed hard at the sound, remembering back to when he'd stood and watched another waltz in another place and time. He wanted to believe that only Spike's partner had changed, but to do so would be to deny the changes he'd seen in his childe as well.  Angel swallowed hard as he watched Spike hug Dawn and then place her hand in her husband's with a smile. He knew what was coming, what always seemed to happen when he watched Spike dance. The other man would ask him, like he always did, and Angel would say no, like he always did. Except... except Angel was beginning to realize that he didn't really want to say no anymore. He was tired of watching from the sidelines. For the first time, he wanted to join the dance, hold someone close as they swayed to soft music-and not just someone, but Spike.  The blond had stayed by the head table when Jeremy led Dawn out to the floor for their first official dance as husband and wife, a faint smile lingering on his face. He was obviously pleased with his BIt's choice of a spouse, even though he'd ranted about her being too young to marry when they first got the call. Angel had attempted to help by pointing out that Dawn was 26, which was really only one year younger than Spike was when he was turned, but that had just resulted in one of his large pillar candles being thrown at his head. That had been three months ago and every so often he was still finding the occasional flake of wax in the couch cushions.  The DJ invited everyone else to join Dawn and Jeremy, changing the music to something that Spike must have recognized, by his smile. And it really was perfect for him, the strumming acoustic guitar and rough, scratchy voice with more mellow undertones matching the rough exterior and tender inside of his childe better than anything else he'd herd. Angel waited for those bright blue eyes to turn towards him, resolving that this time he wouldn't turn him away, would rise and take the extended hand and finally know what it was like to dance with his boy.  But the gaze that met his was icy, cold and distant enough to send a chill up his spine, and Angel's smile wavered and then disappeared. Spike's smile was mirthless, as though he'd been waiting for him to falter, and Angel felt his chest tighten when the blond turned away without ever approaching. He went to the head table instead, and his invitation was met with a radiant smile and nod. Buffy had to be helped up from her chair to answer the request, but Spike didn't seem to mind. He said something that made her laugh as they walked out to join the rest of the dancers and she laughed, then gave him a gentle sock in the arm.  Angel swallowed as he watched them. Pregnancy suited Buffy, gave her a radiance that made her glow like she stood in sunlight, and he doubted Spike was completely blind to her appeal. They fumbled a little as they got into position, but soon found a stance that suited them. It was so different from the long-ago dance in the Bronze, the passion that had once burned so brightly banked to a gentle flame that promised to warm them for many more years to come. He would've been jealous if Buffy weren't so obviously in love with her husband and Spike equally as obviously enthralled with the idea of a tiny Slayer to come. He kept glancing down at her stomach with a little boy's look of wide-eyed wonder, and finally Buffy drew him off the floor and brought his hand to the swell of her belly.  Spike stood touching her until the song ended, then he took her hand and tucked it into his elbow, escorting her carefully back to the head table and her waiting husband. Xander rose to seat his wife, then grabbed Spike in a hard hug. The blond slapped his back and said something in his ear, finally stepping back to smile at the little family. After a few last words, he turned and without even seeming to think of looking back at Angel, walked off into the gardens.  Dimly, Angel realized he should get up, should go after Spike and tell him that things had changed and he wanted to dance now, but he couldn't seem to make himself move. He just sat there, cold and still and lonely. God, so lonely. Dawn walked over, hand in hand with Jeremy, and Angel pushed his misery aside, smiling as he got up to greet them. For the rest of the night, he was as pleasant as possible, determined that nobody would know what he'd lost... not even himself, if he could help it. ]

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:17 am
Dance With Me - Part 4

Title: Dance With Me
Rating: R
Summary: All Spike wants is a dance...
Written for [info]spring_spangel

 

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:12 am
Dance With Me - Part 3

Title: Dance With Me
Rating: R
Summary: All Spike wants is a dance...
Written for [info]spring_spangel 

[Bad username: Sunnydale - 2001   Angel told himself that he wasn't skulking, wasn't spying, wasn't doing anything except following up on a vision. The Powers wouldn't have given Cordy the vision that sent him to Sunnydale if they didn't want him to follow up on it, after all. He was just doing his job as a warrior and champion for the Powers That Be. And he wasn't announcing himself because he wanted to spare her feelings. She had enough to worry about without him adding to the burden. But that didn't ease the slight tug of guilt at hiding in the shadows of the Bronze and watching her dance.   Watching her, he was taken back to when she had first come to Sunnydale. He'd done this then, too, basked in her light from a distance. But the longer he stood and studied her, the harder it was to imagine that earlier time. She was changed, hardened by the recent trials she'd had to endure, forged from the girl she'd been into a woman that was equal parts sex and death.   It showed in her dancing, too. Instead of the bouncy girl who used to dance with her friends, Buffy was by herself. The mini skirt and tank top had been replaced by skin tight blue jeans and a white bustier that was just this side of sheer. She was turned away from him, her full attention trained on a figure in the darkness just off the dance floor. Angel strained to see, but was unable to make out anything more than the vague outline of a man. But whoever it was, they had Buffy riveted, for she never took her eyes from them.   When he looked back at Buffy, he nearly stepped out to drag her off the floor. What the hell did she think she was doing, moving like that? Was she trying to get attacked by a mob of college boys? She was undulating in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, hips moving against an unseen lover, head thrown back in surrender, lips parted in a silent plea. Her hands slid first down her thighs, then back up, brushing along the sides of her breasts before rising above her head, a shameless display that left him hard and aching for relief.   And just when he thought things couldn't get worse, Buffy held out her hand and the man in the shadows moved to join her. Angel wanted to scream at the sight of bleached blond hair and black leather, wanted to storm over there and shake her, demand to know what the hell she meant by acting like that around Spike, of all people! And if they were getting cozy on the dance floor, then why had Cordy seen them smacking each other around while a building fell down around them?   Spike opened his arms and Buffy slid into them, fitting herself to his body like matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He buried his face in her hair, hands sliding down to grip her hips, although there was no need. She stayed with him, glued to him, and every move was liquid. They weren't so much dancing as having sex on the floor with their clothes on, but nobody around seemed to either notice or care... except Angel.   He growled softly and Spike's head jerked up, his eyes going straight to the wall where Angel stood. A slow smile spread across his face and he lowered his head, brushing a kiss right over the scar on Buffy's neck. She tilted her head back, mouth opening in a moan that was lost beneath the music, and he began to tease her in earnest, licking and sucking until she was writhing against him and Angel was ready to pound his head in.   The music stopped and Buffy seemed to remember where she was. She pushed away from Spike and when he stepped towards her, held her hand out to ward him off. He nodded when she said something, then leaned against a post and watched her walk off the floor. Once he was sure she was gone, he looked across the floor at Angel, blue eyes burning into brown. One hand slid down to hook in his belt loops, fingers splayed to highlight the very obvious bulge in his jeans. The blond licked his lips and mouthed, "Wanna dance?"   Angel shook his head and mouthed in return, "Never with you." He saw only the briefest flash of hurt in those brilliant eyes before they turned away from him back to the Slayer. Spike leaned down to whisper to her and when she looked over her shoulder, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, the move oddly tender and gentle in comparison with the way they'd mauled each other on the dance floor. Finally she bit her lip and nodded, and he took her hand, drawing her over to the staircase and into the darkness beneath it.   While Angel watched, helpless to either stop him or leave, Spike pressed her back against the supporting post and bent to kiss her. Buffy clenched her fists in his coat and opened her mouth, and in the blink of an eye, what had been sweet became fierce. They kissed like they would devour each other, like they were standing in the center of a whirlwind that threatened to tear the world apart and they had to have each other or die.   He watched them for a second longer before he left. They could figure out the vision on their own, but he wasn't going to watch them any longer. It hurt too much to stand on the outside, knowing what it felt like to be the one holding Buffy steady and having once been the recipient of Spike's wild passion. He slid into his car and sat for a minute, turning over a few bittersweet might have beens before starting the engine and heading back to LA. ]

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:08 am
Dance With Me - Part 2

Title: Dance With Me
Rating: R
Summary: All Spike wants is a dance...
Written for [info]spring_spangel

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 10:04 am
Dance With Me - Part 1

Title: Dance With Me
Rating: R
Summary: All Spike wants is a dance...
Written for [info]spring_spangel

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 09:59 am
Awash in Fire

Title: Awash in Fire
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Angel and Spike aren't mine, more's the pity
Note: Inspired by a gorgeous pic from [info]tamakin. And she even personalized it for the story!

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 09:53 am
Bedposts and Cold Cream

Title: Bedposts and Cold Cream
Pairing: William/bedpost/Angelus
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Yep, I own them... well, at least the Palz versions of them. Does that count?
Summary: For the Valentines Day Kinkathon at [info]feedmykink. No real redeeming plot whatsoever
 

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 09:45 am
Brotherly Love

Title: Brotherly Love
Author: Morgana
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own Angel or knowledge of his private fantasies
Warning: Contains incestuous teenage sex... kinda. Can't explain or I'll give the surprise away, so just trust me on this one?
 

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 09:24 am
Destruction in His Wake - Part 3

Title: Destruction in His Wake
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17, eventually
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine

Previous parts here 

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 09:12 am
Destruction in His Wake - Part 2

Title: Destruction in His Wake
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17, eventually
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine

Previous part here

Thu, Sep. 27th, 2007, 08:47 am
Destruction in His Wake - Part 1

Title: Destruction in His Wake
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17, eventually (just to give me some breathing room)
Disclaimer: Not mine, and sometimes I'm not much better to them than Joss
Dedication: For [info]of_too_minds, who bribed the muse with chocolate
  

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