Headers in Red denote Works in Progress

AFTER THE FALL
by Josie_h
NC-17

There was almost no muscle left on the vampire. Old bruises remained and cuts had become gaping holes. Xander opened his wrist again, he wished for his friend to drain him. It was only a matter of time before he died. In the arms of a friend seemed preferable. An unwilling tongue eventually complied lapping quietly before the softly spoken “Reckon I owe you one Pet”

BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS
by Nash
Xander/Spike

NC-17

Xander stood in the kitchen, lost in thought. He remembered the helplessness of being possessed by the hyena. Feeling her power wash over him; trying to stop himself from attacking Buffy but being unable to do anything but watch. Feeling responsible for actions out of his control; for not being able to stop himself. What would a hundred and twenty odd years of that be like, he wondered. The boy resolved to give Spike a chance to become more than an enemy.

BEYOND THE END
by AngstPuppy
S/X/G
PG to NC-17

Both sets of eyes took on a far away look and then Spike spoke.
"It's sealed. Permanently." He glanced at Giles, who nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, he's quite right. Sunnydale is no more, and the Hellmouth here is sealed to the point that no one will ever be able to open it again."

Xander looked out over the disaster area that was once his home. "What do we do now?"

BLISS TOOK HOLD
by Dani
Xander/Spike
NC-17

They were out of the dump by now, and Spike eased Xander against the fence, but the whelp didn’t let go of his duster, and Spike was pulled with him. They ended up with Xander’s back to the creaky boards with Spike’s torso pressed to his and his arm wrapped around the vamp in a death grip. Smirk playing on his lips, Spike thought he knew how to rattle this one’s cage. He ground his hips against the boy’s, savoring the human’s gasp and shutter.

BLOOD ON A SUNDIAL
by Maz
PG

"Yes. Something like that." Xander snapped. "Just... No! That's it! I can't cope with this. My head aches and I'm uncomfortable. And I've been kidnapped. Again. And..." He trailed off and Spike, for once, didn't push it.

CANDY PERFUME BOYS
by fanbot
Xander/Spike
NC-17

Xander pulled back from the vampire who was now oozing more sex at him than he had ever had focused on him. Not even his girlfriend Anya had so totally, psychically undressed him and done naughty things.

CHANGES
by Tabaqui
Xander/Spike
NC-17

Spike reached out and pushed a lock of hair off Xander's face - tucked it behind his ear, and Xander thought of Drusilla, and how careful Spike's fingers were being; that they were trembling, and that Xander was.
                "You ... you thought it wasn't safe for me, at the crypt."
                "We - we all d-did, I mean... "
                "Lie.  You're lying, pet.  It was just you."

CHANNELS
by Abbie
Xander/Spike & Giles/Ethan
NC-17

This starts approximately one year after the end of BtVS. Ethan casts a mysterious spell. Xander starts to channel Spike. Wackiness ensues.

CHANGING TOMORROW
by Danielle
NC-17

“Buy me a drink, mate?” A voice full of smoke and silk crooned in his ear.

A zing of arousal shot to his groin before the terror registered.

The surprised human turned to look into the cold blue eyes of Spike. His severe angled features were twisted into a cruel gloat. Smoke billowed from the vampire’s lit cigarette, adding to Xander’s prevailing sense of doom. //Man, I am so dead.//

CHILDE OF MY HEART
by Shanyah
NC-17

“Good?” Xander asked, hoarse.

Good? Xander’s possessive gaze was more than good. It was the tock that made him tick, the chime that set his whole body purring. He couldn’t have stopped his legs from winching onto Xander’s shoulders if he’d wanted to, or his hands from framing Xander’s face, or his ass contracting in waves around Xander.

“More, Xander,” and he couldn’t have stopped that greedy buck of his hips neither.

ECLIPSE
by AngstPuppy
BtVS/The Sentinel crossover
Xander/Spike & Jim/Blair - possibly other combinations
PG - NC-17

But he remembered everything from his time with her, and right now he was remembering saving, and marking, a boy with curly hair and big blue eyes, simply because his Princess said the little shit had a ‘Destiny’ and would help ‘her Spike’ someday.

ELEVEN TWENTY THREE O FIVE
by Josie_h
NC-17

It was insane! Of all the Scoobies, he was the one they had picked up, and it looked well and truly like he might even get a jail term… OK Faith got life… but…. He couldn’t go to jail… surely??… He was simply doing his job! But it wasn’t …. Sunnydale, it was Cleveland where they noticed things like folks with axes!

FIVE RINGS
by Josie_h
NC-17

Xander hardly caught the words but couldn’t miss the tone, and wondered at his own stupidity as his pool partner flashed him a pained look. Playing Confessions 101 with a hundred and twenty something, ensouled vampire might not prove the most jovial accompaniment to a pool game.

HONORABLE SONS
by Josie_h
NC-17

It was fortunate that the dragon had only been able to take one swipe with its talons before it fell to the vampire’s sword. It was unfortunate that the talons had found their mark.
Spike had watched his Sire fall, unable to reach him in time as he fought for his own survival...

HUNGER
by Lazuli
Xander/Spike
NC-17

Spike’s attention focused on the face before him, and he found himself wishing that he didn’t need to see an emotion, a reaction, a smile: a smile would be good.   Anything in the eyes, anything at all, even if it were hatred; he’d lived with the hate in Xander’s eyes before and come through it, won him around, forced those eyes to reflect their camaraderie.   Now those lovely eyes were vacant, and Spike wanted to put a smile on this face.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS
by Taltos
Xander/Spike
NC-17

I know they told me the name of this movie but I don't think I've seen more than ten minutes of it.  All I can think about is Xander's thigh pressed tight against mine. The heat coming off his body in waves has warmed the entire right side of my body and I'm swimming in a cloud of need so thick I'm afraid to move.   I'm afraid if I move I'll drag him to the bedroom, tie him down, strip him naked and taste every inch of that hot human warmth.

MISSION IMPLAUSIBLE
by Spikedluv
Xander/Spike
NC-17

"Oh...my...God!" They all heard a screech from the training room.
Spike’s eyes narrowed as he watched the three chits exchange looks and struggle to keep straight faces.
"Buffy!" Xander screamed. "I am *not* wearing these!"
"I told you he’d balk at the red lace-up leather pants," Tara said calmly, and then all three girls broke into sniggers.

NOBODY
by Trixx
Xander/Spike
NC-17

“What are you?”

A smirk still graced the lower half of the shadow’s mouth, and with the twitch of a hand a stake was being held between bruised fingers. A deadly smoky voice broke from the man's mouth, as he grated out over unused vocal cords, “Me.. I'm nobody.” The stake thrust forward before the words had finished leaving his mouth, a look of surprise gracing the vampire's face as he turned to dust that drifted away on the wind.

NOTHING IS FOREVER
by flaming muse
Xander/Spike
NC-17

It was just his mind playing tricks, turning familiar shapes into faces, like seeing the man in the moon or catching a glimpse of your grandfather walking down the street two weeks after he had died. Although, in Sunnydale, that was entirely possible.

But this wasn't Sunnydale, and that man wasn't Spike. Spike was dead. It couldn't possibly be him. Not this time. Not here.

NUMBER ONE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR
by Adsum
Spike/Angel

NC-17

Angel watched the display with increasing enjoyment. One of the things he had never tired of in Spike was his hedonistic ability to revel in sensation. Even when Angel had been hanging in chains with pokers skewering his body, there had been a small, detached part of him that had taken pleasure from the sight of Spike's delight at causing and witnessing the torture. His boy fairly glowed with life sometimes, which, for one of the undead, was a pretty mean trick.

OBSERVATIONS
by Maz
Xander/Spike
NC-17

Spike reached out and rested his hand on Xander's head: slow caress, cupping his skull and stroking his hair down to the nape of his neck, repeating the gesture in long, soothing touches. Xander relaxed and Spike pulled his head down, petting gently. Xander rested his cheek on Spike's knee and blinked out towards the rest of the room.

"Tell me what you see, Pet."

PIECES OF OZ
by Abbie
Xander/Oz
R to NC-17

Summer nights this far north are short. Even so, once in a while, they still get to him. There is no safe cave to barricade himself in, no expanse to ground him, humanize him. So he fights it. Change means changing back, and it's too easy to get lost up here.

Oz suspects sometimes that he's lost anyway.

PREDICTIONS
by Raventown74
Xander/Spike
PG-13

A series of vignette's about different relationships between Spike and Xander

REFLECTIONS
by Sangue
Spike/Connor
NC-17

Now he wonders what particular quirk this vampire has that he’s making such a game of it.  Maybe he was a perv before he was turned. Maybe he liked to be let in, make friends – then move in for the kill. Sick bastard! The need to hunt and kill Connor could understand - vamps needed to eat – but these fuckers, the ones who make a long drawn out game of it – these were the ones he hated with a side-order of bile in his mouth. And it always seemed to be the old ones.

ROAD TRIP
by Maz
NC-17

The town of Fairclough was anything but fair. It had a run-down air, as if
the life had been slowly squeezed out of it, leaving only the husk.

Xander had no idea why he was here.

SALVATION
by Margie
NC-17

They sat in silence for a minute, each sipping at their beers only as an afterthought.  Finally, Xander broke the silence between them.  "So, you're not going to go away, are you?"
"No, not until we talk."
"We've already talked."
"You were upset.
  Understandable, but you don't even know Buffy.  Don't know anything about her, or why her life's worth saving."

SECRETS
by Edibbea
Xander/Spike
NC-17

He put his lips to Xander's ear and whispered, "Do you want me to feed from you as I fuck you, Xander?" Xander gasped as the words sparked through him like an electric shock - those words has haunted him, teasing and taunting him in his dreams. He groaned, and admitted what he couldn't the first time Spike had asked. "Yes. Please."

SLEEPING BEAUTY
by Robin
Wesley/Angel
NC-17

A sketch near the ottoman catches Wesley's eye, and he bends to pick it up. He studies it for a moment, brow furrowed. It looks to be a fairly young man, perhaps a teenager.
"Who's this, Angel?"
"It's not important, Wes."
"No, I don't suppose it is..."

SOUL
by LadyCat
Xander/Spike
NC-17

Xander tightened his hold and realized why Spike was staying and why Xander wanted him to stay so very much.  The Scoobies, for better or for worse, were a family.  A very close knit one.  And while Dawn, and Buffy, and Anya, and even Willow were off finding themselves and reconnecting. . . Xander was alone.  Xander had no one to come home to, no one to talk about his day with, no one to. . . care for.  To love.

Just like Spike.

SOULFUL
by Abbie
Spike
NC-17

A series of soulful drabbles about Spike

SPIKE'S HOLIDAY HUNT
by EntreNous
Xander/Spike
R

The door slammed, and Xander slowly turned to watch Spike out the window.
“Um, Xander?” Dawn pulled at his leg from her position on the floor. “I don’t mean to change the subject, or, well . . . but what did you get for Spike?”
Everyone started at this question, and Xander’s bleary eyes came back into focus rapidly. “For Spike,” he said dumbly, and then “Oh, fuck!!!!”

SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN
by crazydiamondsue
NC-17

He heard a quiet cough and then the rustle of leather as turned to face the vampire that strolled out of the darkness.

Xander smiled humorlessly at the look of irritated confusion on Spike’s face. “Yes, I knew you were there,” he said, watching as Spike smoked and affected a bored stance. “My super-human skills alerted me to the flicking of the biggest lighter known to man and then my spider-sense really started tingling as the cloud of smoke drifted over my head.”

THE TRIANGLE
by Randy Sex Kiten
Xander/Spike
NC-17

A scream filled the air as the scent of blood wafted across the breeze.
Shadows filtered across the sand as the trees continued to sway gently in the warm nighttime breeze.
There was no carnage, no sign of the life that had just been destroyed. A murky shape slipped across the sand, vanishing into the welcoming dark waters. The waves splashed against hard skin as the figure silently slipped under the swells.
No other sound was heard.

TRIPPING
by Maz
NC-17

Spike snorted. "You're pissed, aren't you, Mate?" he asked. He stepped up to
Xander and put an arm around his waist. "Come on, Pet," he said. "Let's get
you out of here." He pulled Xander towards him and walked him away from the
lamp post and into the dark.

Briefly Xander/Devon at the beginning of this story

THE TWELVE DAYS
OF SPANDER

by Various
R to NC-17

Christmas 2004 collection from the writers at Excessant.

TWO SQUARED
by Josie_h
NC-17

Approaching the tiger enclosure, there were no animals to be seen. They wandered around the back to the sleeping quarters. As they stepped up to push open the stiff gate together, the entire area shimmered and felt distinctly odd, then the world spun and went black as they both fell unconscious…

UNDERFOOT
by ainm
Spike/Andrew
NC-17

A tale told three times: once without any insight from either character, once with Spike's insight, and once with Andrew's perspective.

"Oh come on now," Spike cajoled. "You don't think I bought your 'Xander sent me on a mission' story, do you?"
"But -" Andrew protested weakly.
Spike put one hand on the wall alongside Andrew's head. "We both know you've had your eye on me since you got here, don't we?"

WANT
by Shanyah
Xander/Spike
NC-17

Spike flicked the tip of his tongue against his teeth, blue eyes twinkling, "Quite the manly man I see, pet."
Xander stopped half way to the elevator, internally chanting 'Zeppo don't live here anymore'.  He turned serious, brown eyes on Spike, "You want me to build you a house to be fucking proud of or not?"
And will wonders never bloody cease? Spike thought, totally digging Xander's whole 'fuck you' attitude, "want," he replied.

WHAT BROUGHT US HERE
by Spikedluv
Xander/Spike

NC-17

It had happened slowly, gradually, but one day he’d looked around and realized he was surrounded by family. And not the kind of family who *have* to put up with you, but the kind that grows from friends becoming more...

WOMEN SUCK
by Spikedluv
Xander/Spike
NC-17

"So, Pet," Spike said as they walked. "Ever wonder what a blow job from someone who doesn’t have to breathe feels like?"

 

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