Drabbles and Ficlets

by
Nomelon

Kitchen Corner

Rating: R
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Written for: open_on_sunday
Prompt: Oil

Xander's world narrows to the corner of the tiny kitchen. It's quiet, only the occasional thud of heel or knee against formica as Spike insinuates himself between Xander's thighs.

'Wait. Wait. I need... Spike.'

It's apparently a mammoth effort for Spike to focus on anything except Xander's mouth. He grabs the olive oil with a careless hand, drizzles out enough to coat trembling fingers, leaving the bottle within easy reach.

'Extra Virgin,' Spike grins.

Xander only tugs Spike's hand to where he needs it most. Heat rises and spirals, flushing his cheeks.

'Not for long,' he breathes into their kiss.

Where the Heart Is

Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Written for: open_on_sunday
Prompt: Shift

"Shift over, Xander."

Xander twitches, mumbling into his pillow.

"Xander."

Xander grunts, lurching upright. He's blinking, eyes rolling, not really awake. "Spike," he says, like it's an alien concept.

"In the flesh."

Xander smiles, a big, silly, sappy thing that eats up his whole face, only to get lost in an expansive yawn. "You're here." He curls his fingers over Spike's waistband and yanks him onto the bed.

"Bedhog," Spike grouches as Xander sprawls over him, solid warmth and heavy limbs, snuffling against Spike's skin.

"Missed you," Xander murmurs, already drifting.

Spike closes his eyes and breathes deep, finally home.

Never Play Poker with a Vampire

I just wrote this for writercon100, a new multi-fandom drabble-off, raising money for the Writercon Scholarship Fund. Original post here.

Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Con
Word count: 100

"You scammed me!"

"I prefer to think of it as a flim-flam, myself."

"Spike, you conned me. Give me back my money."

"Not likely."

"Then give me back my pants."

"You shouldn't have bet them."

"You cheated!"

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Maybe you weren't paying attention."

"Maybe you cheated."

"Maybe I just wanted to see what you looked like naked."

"I hate you."

"Mutual."

"I'm never playing poker with you again."

"You've got nothing left worth winning anyway."

"I can't go home like this."

"So stay."

"What, here?"

"Sure. See if we can't figure out a mutually beneficial repayment system."

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