Fic: Treasure

Title: Treasure
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Dru/Spike
Rating: PG-13 for death
Summary: Dru will keep her treasure safe, even if it kills him.


“Oh no Spike, not that one.” Pulling the man out of Spike’s reach, Dru added, “He’s my treasure. Once we are home, I will keep him very, very safe.”

“Um, pet,” Spike said over the man’s screams. “You do recall that you aren’t very good at keeping things alive.”

“Oh.” Dru’s expression grew quite serious. “I know just the thing. Come along.” Dragging the man by the arm, she ran off into the night until she found an open grave. Pointing down at the coffin she said, “There. I’ll put all my golden doubloons into that chest and bury it where no one will ever look. Then he’ll be as safe as houses.”

Tossing the man into the coffin, she kicked the lid shut. As he tried to push it open, she leaped down into the grave. The bones in his hand gave a small snap as the coffin slammed down again. Responding to Dru’s playful pout, Spike filled in the grave until the muted screams were silenced by the dirt.

Fic: Unexpected Package

Title: Unexpected Package
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be once I take over the world. Bwah-ha-ha
Summary: Dru sends Xander something unexpected.
Note: Written for Skuzzy's Spander Pick-Me-Up Drabble Fest!, which is actually now a ficlet fest (and good thing since this is 258 words!

Seeing Xander dozing before the tv, Spike smirked as he tossed the object into the boy’s lap. Xander bolted up, glanced around a bit in a daze before finding it. With a shriek that was everything Spike had hoped it would be, Xander tossed it to the other side of the couch. “What the hell is that?”

After a lascivious lick of his lips, Spike said, “If you don’t know by now, pet…”

Xander looked at the dildo, lying there harmlessly on the other end of the couch, as if it were some kind of soul sucking demon. “I know what it is,” he shouted. “What’s it doing here?”

Tossing the box onto the kitchen table, Spike ignored Xander’s question and asked, “Got something you forgot to mention?”

“What?” Xander asked. “Why would you think that I?”

Spike shrugged. “Dru doesn’t tend to be wrong about these things.” Leaning in over Xander until their faces were inches apart, trapping the boy against the back of the couch, Spike added, “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I, um,” Xander added unhelpfully.

Spike darted his tongue out, almost but not quite touching Xander’s lips. “Need some help with that thing?” he asked, nodding toward the dildo.

Xander frowned. “What do you think I am, stupid?”

Spike took three steps back, crossed his arms, and glared down at Xander, who, frowning even harder, glanced between the dildo and Spike. With an “oh” of understanding, Xander finally replied. “Maybe I could use a little help?” he asked uncertainly.

Spike’s grin came back.