Fic: Playing with Fire
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dragonyphoenixTitle: Playing with Fire
Fandom: BtVS
Category: Light smut
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Word Count: 235
Note: Written for Advent Drabbles and a prompt at Spike/Buffy Fag Ends: candle
Note: This is what I came up with when, having trouble with the prompt, I asked myself, “What would skargasm write?” I'm betting something more Christmasy than red and green felt under the tealights!
“What’s that?” Spike asked, a smile in his voice as he felt Xander put somethings – light was about all he got from them – on his torso and arms.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
“God, you’re cute when you’re trying to top,” Spike replied.
“Don’t move,” Xander said.
Spike heard the click of a lighter and, peering down under the edge of the blindfold, got a sense of flickering flames. “Hey,” he shouted, “what’s that?” There was no response. “Xan?” he called out tentatively.
Xander removed the blindfold. Spike saw tealights, lit little candles, all over his upper body. “Hey! You know I’m highly flammable, right?”
“Yep,” Xander agreed cheerfully.
“And you know what flammable means?”
Xander scowled at him. “It means don’t move.”
“Xander,” Spike tried. “Those candleholders are metal. Do you know how hot they’ll be in just a few minutes? You wouldn’t want to burn your favorite vamp, would you?”
Xander picked up a tealight, displaying the red felt glued to the bottom. “One, you like pain and two, got that covered.” With a grin he added, "They're red and green for Christmas! 'Cause I know little touches like that are important to you."
“Xan,” Spike wailed.
“Don’t move,” Xander repeated. Dipping his head, he tickled his tongue over Spike’s cock.
“There’s no way I’m going to come with the threat of fiery death hanging over me.”
Xander grinned. “Wanna bet?”
Fandom: BtVS
Category: Light smut
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Word Count: 235
Note: Written for Advent Drabbles and a prompt at Spike/Buffy Fag Ends: candle
Note: This is what I came up with when, having trouble with the prompt, I asked myself, “What would skargasm write?” I'm betting something more Christmasy than red and green felt under the tealights!
“What’s that?” Spike asked, a smile in his voice as he felt Xander put somethings – light was about all he got from them – on his torso and arms.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
“God, you’re cute when you’re trying to top,” Spike replied.
“Don’t move,” Xander said.
Spike heard the click of a lighter and, peering down under the edge of the blindfold, got a sense of flickering flames. “Hey,” he shouted, “what’s that?” There was no response. “Xan?” he called out tentatively.
Xander removed the blindfold. Spike saw tealights, lit little candles, all over his upper body. “Hey! You know I’m highly flammable, right?”
“Yep,” Xander agreed cheerfully.
“And you know what flammable means?”
Xander scowled at him. “It means don’t move.”
“Xander,” Spike tried. “Those candleholders are metal. Do you know how hot they’ll be in just a few minutes? You wouldn’t want to burn your favorite vamp, would you?”
Xander picked up a tealight, displaying the red felt glued to the bottom. “One, you like pain and two, got that covered.” With a grin he added, "They're red and green for Christmas! 'Cause I know little touches like that are important to you."
“Xan,” Spike wailed.
“Don’t move,” Xander repeated. Dipping his head, he tickled his tongue over Spike’s cock.
“There’s no way I’m going to come with the threat of fiery death hanging over me.”
Xander grinned. “Wanna bet?”
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Date: 2010-12-18 01:55 am (UTC)