Fic: Don't Get Caught
Jun. 22nd, 2011 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonyphoenixTitle: Don’t Get Caught
Fandom: BtVS
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.
Summary: It is all forsaken2003’s fault. I was bored at work, OK so maybe it’s also my boss’ fault since he can’t keep me busy, and the kind folks at Open on Sunday had a hand in it as well since they provided the prompt (Rule One). So there I was, bored at work, musing over the story Weekend Stuck Together and thinking about the prompt, when I came up with this.
Notes: Written for a prompt at Open On Sunday: Rule One
A blur, coming from nowhere, pinned Xander against the crypt. Spike’s fingers brushed over lips in a shushing motion. “Rule One: don’t get caught.”
“Gonna be quiet for me?” he added, waiting for Xander’s nod before pulling his fingers back.
“What’s Rule Two?” The whispered question was quiet enough; no punishment necessary. Not yet.
Grabbing with both hands, Spike tore Xander’s t-shirt. “Hey ow,” Xander complained.
The fingers returned, shushing the lad again. “Rule Two.” Pushing the shirt aside, Spike said, “If you’re caught, scream.”
As Spike twisted his nipple, Xander let out a yelp.
“That’ll do for a start.”
Fandom: BtVS
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.
Summary: It is all forsaken2003’s fault. I was bored at work, OK so maybe it’s also my boss’ fault since he can’t keep me busy, and the kind folks at Open on Sunday had a hand in it as well since they provided the prompt (Rule One). So there I was, bored at work, musing over the story Weekend Stuck Together and thinking about the prompt, when I came up with this.
Notes: Written for a prompt at Open On Sunday: Rule One
A blur, coming from nowhere, pinned Xander against the crypt. Spike’s fingers brushed over lips in a shushing motion. “Rule One: don’t get caught.”
“Gonna be quiet for me?” he added, waiting for Xander’s nod before pulling his fingers back.
“What’s Rule Two?” The whispered question was quiet enough; no punishment necessary. Not yet.
Grabbing with both hands, Spike tore Xander’s t-shirt. “Hey ow,” Xander complained.
The fingers returned, shushing the lad again. “Rule Two.” Pushing the shirt aside, Spike said, “If you’re caught, scream.”
As Spike twisted his nipple, Xander let out a yelp.
“That’ll do for a start.”
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-24 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-25 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-25 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-26 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-26 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-26 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-26 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-27 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-27 06:26 pm (UTC)