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  <title>Xander Slash</title>
  <subtitle>Slashing the Zeppo</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Xander Slash</name>
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  <updated>2008-07-18T19:14:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:293661</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
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    <title>What I Need 1/1</title>
    <published>2008-07-18T19:14:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T19:14:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; What I Need 1/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; mentions of non-con, sex, boys loving boys, character death (Let me know if I missed any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Someone takes his kitten away and Spike fights to get him back. Set after School Hard, but I don't know how far, goes AU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 2728 (As per MS Word Count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='purpledodah' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://purpledodah.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://purpledodah.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;purpledodah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; requested: &lt;i&gt;Ohhh gets excited. Erm.... my request was Xander being vamped by a strange vampire, possibly just a minion.... Spike takes over his care after finding him and dusting the 'sire'. I'm sure Xan would need lots of training. Scoobies reactions are optional, don't really care what they think, but would assume they would want xander cared for, esp if he was still somehow very much 'Xan'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've fulfilled at least part of what you wanted hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/33025.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;Ah well, hindsight 20/20 and all that; besides sometimes torture was fun for torture’s sake.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visit my &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/20936.html"&gt;Post Post Post&lt;/a&gt; For a complete list of my works!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:293440</id>
    <author>
      <name>davinci_1985</name>
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    <title>Drabble: Wound</title>
    <published>2008-07-15T22:09:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-15T22:09:59Z</updated>
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&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Wound
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='davinci_1985' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://davinci-1985.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://davinci-1985.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;davinci_1985&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; BTVS/ATS
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Length:&lt;/b&gt; 800 words, in two drabbles of 300 and 500 words, respectively. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;NC-17
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='slashthedrabble' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/slashthedrabble/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/slashthedrabble/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;slashthedrabble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the prompt "Wound/Wounded". This should be read under your own advice, as  this was inspired by something I saw on the news today. Includes domestic abuse (nothing too graphic), implied character death, and this is a *dark* couple of drabbles. Be warned. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Xander hadn’t worried about it. His lover was a demon without a conscience, it was obvious he was going to lose it at some moment, and besides, Xander had really gone too far that time; he didn’t even blame him. &lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://davinci-1985.livejournal.com/28930.html"&gt;Wound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:293336</id>
    <author>
      <name>LeiaDianaMinerva</name>
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    <lj:poster user="leiadiana"/>
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    <title>The More Things Change</title>
    <published>2008-07-12T07:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-12T07:46:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: The More Things Change&lt;br /&gt;Author: LeiaDianaMinerva&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: BTVS&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Character: Xander/Giles&lt;br /&gt;Rating: R&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: need and restraint&lt;br /&gt;Kink: dominance&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: slash, no spoilers, post-Chosen, mild d/s and bondage&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 521&lt;br /&gt;Beta: Dino&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes:&amp;nbsp;Written for ROK. This also should have been complete kinky smut. "glares at Sub"&amp;nbsp;Feedback is love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leiadiana.livejournal.com/18242.html"&gt;http://leiadiana.livejournal.com/18242.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:292876</id>
    <author>
      <name>LeiaDianaMinerva</name>
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    <lj:poster user="leiadiana"/>
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    <title>The Meaning of Walls</title>
    <published>2008-07-12T01:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-12T01:11:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: The Meaning of Walls&lt;br /&gt;Author: LeiaDianaMinerva&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: BTVS&lt;br /&gt;Pairing/Character: Xander/Giles&lt;br /&gt;Rating: R&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: a habit he can't give up&lt;br /&gt;Kink: sex against a wall&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: slash, no spoilers, post-Chosen&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I own nothing, except in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 503&lt;br /&gt;Beta: Thanks Silvia/SRS and Becca/Maj. Paul.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes:&amp;nbsp;Written for ROK. This should have been complete kinky smut, and instead turned into angst/fluff/metaphorical introspection. "glares at Sub"&amp;nbsp;Feedback is love and will be rewarded with cookies (and smut).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leiadiana.livejournal.com/18168.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font color="#727d6d"&gt;http://leiadiana.livejournal.com/18168.h&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;tml#cutid1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:292707</id>
    <author>
      <name>davinci_1985</name>
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    <title>Drabble: Not alone</title>
    <published>2008-06-30T18:58:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-30T18:58:50Z</updated>
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&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='davinci_1985' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://davinci-1985.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://davinci-1985.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;davinci_1985&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Not alone
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fandom: &lt;/b&gt; BTVS
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Spoilers: &lt;/b&gt; S8 Buffy, for Issue #15, "Wolves at the Gate, part IV"
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/b&gt; See them? Recognize them? Not mine, then. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;slash-y undertones. I wouldn't be myself if there weren't slashy undertones. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Word count: &lt;/b&gt; 299 words. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt;Written for the prompt #169 at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='slashthedrabble' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/slashthedrabble/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/slashthedrabble/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;slashthedrabble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;What if?&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt; Dracula could simply watch Xander as he broke down, nerveless fingers straining to get a hold of the dying body of the slayer. It struck him, again, just how frail these humans were, how precious their life could be. How easily their blood was drawn. 
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://davinci-1985.livejournal.com/28094.html"&gt;Not alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:292467</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
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    <title>What To Do With A Vampire</title>
    <published>2008-06-29T00:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T00:18:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; What to do with a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 356&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; None... not really. It's mostly just dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate rating:&lt;/b&gt; Uhm... PG13? I think PG13 is applicable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Spander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; These characters do not belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for a few! I promise to wash them when I'm done! Joss Whedon is my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; It'll fit! Spike entertains Xander while he's stuck in that horrid orange chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/2772.html?mode=reply" taget="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Drabble... No real warnings, this is just... well, other then the first line, it's nothing but dialogue...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.&lt;/b&gt; I wrote this a while ago but have decided to post them to comms I missed the first time. My muse has been quiet lately and I'm hoping new comments will help me write more &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Truth+Denied+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all" target="_blank"&gt;Truth Denied&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html" target="_blank"&gt;Puppy Love&lt;/a&gt; for your reading enjoyment because right now? I'm so very very stuck. I have this amazing arch planned for each of them very very close to where I have them now but I can't seem to get them from where they are to where they need to be. In any case, yes, comments please! Even concrit in comments, e-mail or MSN messenger will help, so please feel free. E-mail and MSN = perverted.pages at gmail dot com . I hope y'all enjoy it! I had a blast writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Check out the rest of my work on my &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/20936.html" target="_blank"&gt;Post Post Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:292206</id>
    <author>
      <name>Nash</name>
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    <lj:poster user="nashmaveric"/>
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    <title>BtVS Fic: SNAFU, S/X, Part 5/5, NC-17 overall</title>
    <published>2008-06-27T18:53:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-27T18:53:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; SNAFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Cas (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='virtualpersonal' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;virtualpersonal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and Nash (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nashmaveric' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nashmaveric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; BtVS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating/warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Adult Rated later chaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Not ours Joss Whedon's - We're just playin' with 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concrits:&lt;/b&gt; welcome in comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors' Note and Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This is written for the lovely and generous &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='stawberynvanila' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stawberynvanila.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://stawberynvanila.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stawberynvanila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who made lovely banners for our TAT series.  She asked for a story that includes brave young Xander and then evolves into Spander, and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/278726.html"&gt;Wherein the two Xanders have a chat&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:292029</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
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    <title>Puppy Love 22/50 - Spicy</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T19:39:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-26T19:39:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So now you're all caught up. No more new chapters have been written and y'all will have to wait for me to write 'em before you can get 'em. I hope you all enjoyed and I hope my muse takes the comments I received and helps me write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 22/50 - Spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Bum play, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy learns a new trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 1375&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/32670.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;Oh god it hurt, but it hurt so good.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:291789</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/291789.html"/>
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    <title>Puppy Love 21/50 - Black</title>
    <published>2008-06-23T01:34:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T01:34:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 21/50 - Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Boy boy kinky sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy learns the dark doesn't always hide badness and evil, sometimes it's just damned fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 1375&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/32264.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;He’d lost track of time, no longer sure how long ago he’d been captured or how long he’d held out before he’d given in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:291347</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/291347.html"/>
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    <title>Still Wrong 2/2</title>
    <published>2008-06-21T01:18:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T01:18:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Still Wrong 2/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Boys playing with boys, shame, bruises, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Spike's side of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 582 (As per MS Word Count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; Written in thanks for my new beta &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for everything sweety! I hope you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.2&lt;/b&gt; Uhh... still no such thing as Anya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/32853.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;He was trying to bandage his broken arm when he heard his crypt door open.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous part found &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/30077.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visit my &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/20936.html"&gt;Post Post Post&lt;/a&gt; For a complete list of my works!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:291295</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/291295.html"/>
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    <title> Puppy Love 20/50 - Cookies and Milk</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T18:47:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T18:47:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 20/50 - Cookies and Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Uhm.... not anything I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy gets a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 746&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.2&lt;/b&gt; Longer than before, but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fic won an award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/bigbad_awards/profile"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/perverted_pages/pic/0000bhk7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/31992.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;They’d gone on a lot longer than he’d thought the boy could take; the pain must have been excruciating by the end but still he was begging Spike for more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:290924</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/290924.html"/>
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    <title>Puppy Love 19/50 - Thunder</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T19:27:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T19:27:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 19/50 - Thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; m/m sex, anal toy mention, I dunno, not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy's heart beat is so loud... (Sorry, it's really hard to synopsis this chapter without giving a lot away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.2&lt;/b&gt; Longer than before, but not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/31712.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;His eyes narrowed sharply and his lip curled into a snarl, heated words of reprimand all but ready to blister his lips before he blistered the boy’s hide.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:290649</id>
    <author>
      <name>Nash</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="nashmaveric"/>
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    <title>Fic: SNAFU</title>
    <published>2008-06-17T17:34:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T17:34:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; SNAFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Cas (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='virtualpersonal' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;virtualpersonal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and Nash (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nashmaveric' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nashmaveric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; BtVS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating/warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Adult Rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Not ours Joss Whedon's - We're just playin' with 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concrits:&lt;/b&gt; welcome in comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors' Note and Summary:&lt;/b&gt; This is written for the lovley and generous &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='stawberynvanila' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stawberynvanila.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://stawberynvanila.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stawberynvanila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who made lovely banners for our TAT series.  She asked for a story that includes brave young Xander and then evolves into Spander, and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previous parts&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/275535.html#cutid1"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/149160.html#cutid1"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/277444.html#cutid1"&gt;Wherein whatever Xander wants, Xander gets&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:290407</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/290407.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/data/atom/?itemid=290407"/>
    <title>Puppy Love 18/50 - Deprivation</title>
    <published>2008-06-16T18:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T18:28:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 18/50 - Deprivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing big, lots of talk of masturbation though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy begins his self control lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 645&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.2&lt;/b&gt; I know this is short. This is the length I envisioned all other chapters being when I started this, so this fic woulda been finished and complete ages ago. I hope y'all don't mind, but this was the best way to work this prompt with what's coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/31073.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;He woke up alone. Alone and in considerable pain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:290080</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/290080.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/data/atom/?itemid=290080"/>
    <title>Puppy Love 17B/50 - Pet</title>
    <published>2008-06-15T00:09:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T00:09:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 17B/50 - Pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; mild torture, humiliation, nudity, slavery, bondage, nothing huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy gets interrogated, Spike learns about puppy's past. Cut in two for length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 2425&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fic won an award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/bigbad_awards/profile"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/perverted_pages/pic/0000bhk7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/30685.html?mode=reply" target="_blank"&gt;Xander breathed deep as instructed, the heavy scent of leather overpowering everything else.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:290024</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/290024.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/data/atom/?itemid=290024"/>
    <title>Puppy Love 17A/50 - Pet</title>
    <published>2008-06-14T02:23:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T02:35:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 17A/50 - Pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; mild torture, humiliation, nudity, slavery, bondage, nothing huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy gets interrogated, Spike learns about puppy's past. Cut in two for length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 1497&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;List available on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;prompt table&lt;/a&gt; given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/30449.html?mode=reply"&gt;He was well fed and pampered for days and just when he was beginning to wonder when the other shoe was going to drop, it did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous Chapter: &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/30449.html?mode=reply"&gt;Chapter 16 - Leather&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Chapter: &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/30685.html?mode=reply"&gt;Chapter 17B - Pet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:289568</id>
    <author>
      <name>Your Royal Pie-ness</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="entrenous88"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/289568.html"/>
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    <title>FIC:  Cuddly Predators (Spike/Xander, PG-13, 14/14) **complete**</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T18:06:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T18:06:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt;  EntreNous (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='entrenous88' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://entrenous88.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://entrenous88.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;entrenous88&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  Cuddly Predators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt;  Spike/Xander (some Xander/omc); Anya/Giles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;  PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback:&lt;/b&gt;  Yes, please. Concrit welcome &lt;a href="mailto:entrenous88@gmail.com"&gt;via email&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;Distribution&lt;/b&gt; Info &lt;a href="http://entrenous88.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;Found Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt;  Xander gets a kitten, and suddenly Spike seems to have a lot more interest in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previous Parts:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://entrenous88.livejournal.com/tag/cuddly+predators"&gt;Find earlier parts of Cuddly Predators here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN:&lt;/b&gt; Xander's ringtone is, of course, the &lt;i&gt;Blossom&lt;/i&gt; theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AN2:&lt;/b&gt;  Here is the very last part of Cuddly Predators, written for my posting day at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spring_with_xan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spring_with_xan/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spring_with_xan/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spring_with_xan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Many thanks to the moderators for keeping this great seasonal fest going, and for allowing participants to finish WiPs as part of their contributions.  This final installment clocks in at 2,957 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://entrenous88.livejournal.com/623388.html"&gt;FIC:  Cuddly Predators (Spike/Xander, PG-13, 14/14) **complete**&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:289454</id>
    <author>
      <name>Nash</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="nashmaveric"/>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.livejournal.com/xander_slash/289454.html"/>
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    <title>Fic: SNAFU</title>
    <published>2008-06-08T11:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-08T11:59:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; SNAFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter:&lt;/b&gt; 1/??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors:&lt;/b&gt; Nash (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nashmaveric' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nashmaveric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)and Cas (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='virtualpersonal' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://virtualpersonal.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;virtualpersonal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; BtVS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG for now, NC-17 overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Sadly, not ours. Joss Whedon made them up, we just get to play around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concrits:&lt;/b&gt; welcome in comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Note:&lt;/b&gt; Written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='stawberynvanila' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://stawberynvanila.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://stawberynvanila.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;stawberynvanila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a thank you for the lovely banners she made for TAT! ::grin::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nashmaveric.livejournal.com/275535.html#cutid1"&gt;Wherein Xander is an LLC and Spike is a FAV&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:289082</id>
    <author>
      <name>the difference between mostly dead and all dead</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="electricalgwen"/>
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    <title>Fic: By Any Other Name (Spike/Xander, PG-13)</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T13:30:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T13:30:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/48860.html#cutid1"&gt;By Any Other Name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; Gwen (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='electricalgwen' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;electricalgwen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 2400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback/Concrit:&lt;/b&gt; Oxygen to the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Characters not mine; full disclaimer &lt;a href="http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='spring_with_xan' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spring_with_xan/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/spring_with_xan/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spring_with_xan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and (kinda) for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='apreludetoanend' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://apreludetoanend.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://apreludetoanend.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;apreludetoanend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Also fulfills the prompt "We're pretending, right?" on my &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='10_cliche_fics' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/10_cliche_fics/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/10_cliche_fics/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;10_cliche_fics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/26740.html"&gt;table&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://electricalgwen.livejournal.com/48860.html#cutid1"&gt;'Oh dear,' said Giles.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:288800</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
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    <title>Puppy Love 16/50 - Leather</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T22:00:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T22:00:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy Love 16/50 - Leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spike/Xander &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13 (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Nothing for this chapter worth warning about. (Again, if I'm wrong, lemme know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Puppy gets a prezzie, Spike begins to question things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 2375&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Complete list on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.N.1&lt;/b&gt; This is in response to the prompt table given to me by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='hawk_soaring' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hawk-soaring.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hawk_soaring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks bunches again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/29459.html?mode=reply"&gt;He woke up once more on silk sheets strewn over a plush mattress, but for the first time he didn’t have a sinking, clawing feeling in his stomach.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous parts found on &lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/18414.html"&gt;this prompt chart&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Puppy+Love+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;in my memories.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:288575</id>
    <author>
      <name>xanzpet</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="xanzpet"/>
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    <title>Fic:  Fortunate Soldiers (Xander/Riley/Graham; FRAO) (3/?)</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T15:35:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T15:35:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=xanzpetfiction&amp;amp;keyword=Fortunate+Soldiers+%28Xander/Riley/Graham%29&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;Fortunate Soldiers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xanzpet' style='white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;'&gt;xanzpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mysterious_daze' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mysterious-daze.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mysterious-daze.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mysterious_daze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/i&gt;, Season Four, AU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genre&lt;/b&gt;:  Comedy/PWP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;:  Xander/Riley/Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;:  FRAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning(s)&lt;/b&gt;:  m/m slash; threesome, language.  Spoilers for &lt;i&gt;This Year's Girl&lt;/i&gt;, the events of which precipitated a breakup between Buffy and Riley, who then took up with Graham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count&lt;/b&gt;:  ~ 1740&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distribution&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xanzpetfiction' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xanzpetfiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.athenewolfe.com/justrewards"&gt;Just Rewards&lt;/a&gt;. Please refer to our &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/23284.html"&gt;archiving policy&lt;/a&gt; for more information. Please do not screencap this story, save it to hard drives, exchange with others, or translate into other languages without our explicit written consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback&lt;/b&gt;: Con-crit is always welcome; flames are displayed and mocked by all and sundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: Located in our &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/profile"&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;:  Graham is with Riley but also wants Xander, who wants both of them.  Thus, trickery ensues against an earnest and befuddled Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A/N&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  This is a belated birthday present for the wonderful &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='jasonsnene' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://jasonsnene.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://jasonsnene.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jasonsnene&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  *hugs*  Also, I thoroughly blame her for this.  I &lt;i&gt;meant&lt;/i&gt; for it only to be two parts, but the boys just wouldn't cooperate, claiming their hotness could not be denied and two parts was insufficient.  Also, because it's porn and because it's me, enter angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/61682.html"&gt;Part Three&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:288328</id>
    <author>
      <name>xanzpet</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="xanzpet"/>
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    <title>Drabble:  Pocketful of Sunshine (Verses Series) (Xander/Nine; FRC)</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T17:18:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T17:18:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/61340.html"&gt;Pocketful of Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Verses&lt;/i&gt; (1/20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xanzpet' style='white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;'&gt;xanzpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mysterious_daze' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mysterious-daze.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mysterious-daze.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mysterious_daze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom&lt;/b&gt;:  Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Doctor Who, prior to Seasons Four and One, respectively, AU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing&lt;/b&gt;:  Xander/Ninth Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;:  FRC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count&lt;/b&gt;:  322&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distribution&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xanzpetfiction' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xanzpetfiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.athenewolfe.com/justrewards"&gt;Just Rewards&lt;/a&gt;. Please refer to our &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/23284.html"&gt;archiving policy&lt;/a&gt; for more information. Please do not screencap this story, save it to hard drives, exchange with others, or translate into other languages without our explicit written consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feedback&lt;/b&gt;: Con-crit is always welcome; flames are displayed and mocked by all and sundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/b&gt;: Located in our &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/xanzpetfiction/profile"&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary&lt;/b&gt;:  The first in a series of twenty multifandom drabbles, with characters and pairings prompted by the wonderful &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nyghtpet' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nyghtpet.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nyghtpet.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nyghtpet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and based on the following meme:  1) Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.  2) Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.  3) Write a drabble titled the same as the song playing.  4) The number of words in the drabble should the song's length.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:288109</id>
    <author>
      <email>takhen@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>takhen</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="takhen"/>
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    <title>Fiction Recomendation</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T05:11:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T05:11:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I dont do these very often but every now and then an author writes something so brilliant, so incredible it just needs to be shared. &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='orchidluv' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://orchidluv.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://orchidluv.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;orchidluv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=slashtheboyz&amp;amp;keyword=Nothing+the+Same&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;Nothing The Same&lt;/a&gt;' and &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=orchidluv&amp;amp;keyword=NTS+Book+2&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;'Nothing The Same Book 2'&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have been following her writing since she was about half way done with the first book.&amp;nbsp; Its been one of those where you check your email daily a couple times hoping for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stories are in my opinoin two of the best Spander fictions ever writen.&amp;nbsp; They have won past awards and they are well deserved.&amp;nbsp; I have been dreading the day she finally completed the fic. So hated for it to end. Its like watching an incredible dance, or listening to a piece of music that resonates through your whole being coming to an end. However even when it does end, it still stays with, weaving through your mind, and taking root in that place where wonderful memories reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incredible end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='orchidluv' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://orchidluv.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://orchidluv.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;orchidluv&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brought everything together and joined the parts closer than the most intricate puzzle. No loose ends, no feeling of anything being out of place. Marvelous. From the very first chapter&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;brought us along with&amp;nbsp;her on an incredible journey of discovery. The changes that each character went through to become, in the end more than any of us could have ever expected or hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every character has grown and changed before our eyes to become better than anything cannon could have made them. Her insight into the depths, quirks, emotions, and thoughts of each one of them was like being there with them experiencing and seeing the changes happen. I am in awe of&amp;nbsp;her imagination and understanding of the nature of every character&amp;nbsp;she sculpted with such care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a pleasure to watch her writing style grow and evolve along with the wonderful world&amp;nbsp;she created, and let us share with her.&amp;nbsp; If you have not read anything by this brilliant author you are missing out.&amp;nbsp; And of all that she has written this is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="" height="136" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/takhen/pic/000967as" align="absBottom"&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:xander_slash:287818</id>
    <author>
      <email>perverted.pages@gmail.com</email>
      <name>Wicked Writing Wench</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="perverted_pages"/>
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    <title>Truth Denied 21/?</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T14:38:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T14:38:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Truth Denied 21/?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairings:&lt;/b&gt; Spander (eventually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appropriate Ratings:&lt;/b&gt; NC17 overall but this chapter... pg-13 Or possibly R (If I'm wrong, lemme know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Not much for this chappie other than talking about Spike's kinks and history (Again, lemme know if I'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/b&gt; Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short Summary:&lt;/b&gt; About five years post NFA, Xander needs a job, like, NOW! And runs into someone he knows where he'd least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 3128 (As per MS Word Count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tamakin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tamakin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tamakin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='laazikaat' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://laazikaat.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;laazikaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X-posted to:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;List available on my LJ&lt;/i&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comments keep my muse well fed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a topless, low pant riding Spike banner beneath the cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/32108.html?mode=reply"&gt;He was waiting for Xander in his apartment; glass of scotch swimming with ice clinked idly in his hand while he waited for the sound of a key in the lock.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous parts found &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=perverted_pages&amp;amp;keyword=Truth+Denied+-+Spander+-+NC17&amp;amp;filter=all"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <author>
      <email>takhen@livejournal.com</email>
      <name>takhen</name>
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    <title>Birthday Fic for me by purpledodah</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T05:29:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T05:29:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='purpledodah' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://purpledodah.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://purpledodah.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;purpledodah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrote this lovely Spander fic for me. Taking two of my origional poems &lt;a href="http://takhen.livejournal.com/6795.html"&gt;'On Love'&lt;/a&gt; and '&lt;a href="http://takhen.livejournal.com/1155.html"&gt;Vindication&lt;/a&gt;'.&amp;nbsp; Both can be found in my Memoires under the heading of &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen"&gt;'The Many Faces of Love'&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It was a supprise and what a fantastic gift.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Purp! I means a great deal to me.&amp;nbsp; Have always wished I could write Fan Fic, but my skills (small as they are) are in poetry.&amp;nbsp; This makes me feel like I was a part of writing this lovely piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;TITLE:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;AUTHOR: &lt;a href="http://purpledodah.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;PURPLEDODAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;FANDOM: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;PAIRING: SPIKE/XANDER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;RATING: NC17&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Authors Notes:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Happy Birthday Tak. I’ve shamelessly stolen off you for this. Love ya. *hugs* &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Links to original poem provided in fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO SLEEP, PERCHANCE TO DREAM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Black Chancery&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;ander sat on his couch and stared at the holdall on the floor. It was Spike’s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;As usual they had argued, as usual Xander had insisted Spike leave. Why he had to be the one to put up with the narky vamp all the time he didn’t understand. Xander considered himself tolerant and understanding. He put up with weetabix in blood, wet towels on the bathroom floor, sexy wet vampires walking around naked if Dawn was out. He didn’t mind most things Spike did. Yet finding him kissing a guy outside the bar had just been too much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander had shouted and screamed. Why hadn’t Spike told him he was gay? Did Spike think he was so shallow he wouldn’t have understood?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike had replied he was a demon, gender made no odds. Xander tried to get his head around that and was doing quite well, until Spike had calmly told him he thought the problem was that Xander was just jealous that Spike was getting some and Xander hadn’t kissed anyone for years. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;That was the straw that broke the camels back. Xander saw red. How could Spike say that? Didn’t the skinny blond dead guy realize no one wanted a one eyed carpenter? An ugly guy that came with a dead house mate? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;A few choice words later and Spike had packed a bag. Spike had made a few calls and had just gone to say goodbye to Dawn, she was staying over at a friend’s house. Angel was coming to pick Spike up in a few hours. So Xander sat and looked at the bag. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;The bag was unzipped. Spike’s worldly goods crammed inside. The vampire didn’t own much. Apart from his leather duster and his boots the one constant item was Spike’s black leather bound book. The book he wrote in when he thought Xander wasn’t looking, using an old silver fountain pen that was engraved ‘William’. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The book he hid under the couch cushions whenever Xander came home unexpected. That book was now lying on top of the bag. The last time Xander had had a proper look at it had been the day Angel had given it to Spike. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;The two vampires had been getting on, in an odd sort of way. Angel had turned up one evening to see Spike. Spike had been surprised Angel had remembered the date. Angel had said he would never forget it. Neither vampire would explain what the special occasion was. Angel had given Spike the book, pulled the smaller vampire into an awkward hug kissing the top of his head, then left abruptly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike had shown Xander it was just a journal, leather bound, no inscription. Xander had wondered why it would please Spike so much to get a big fat empty book, not even a picture in it. It did have ‘William’ carved into the leather in red, but that was all. Vampires were odd things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Curiosity got the better of Xander, he had the chance to see what Spike used the book for. Probably his last chance. Another few hours and Spike would be gone with Angel. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander sucked in a deep breath and reached over and picked the book up. His hands trembled as he ran his fingers over the leather cover. He traced the red letters with a fingertip. He pondered for a second if this was invading Spike’s privacy but hell the vamp had no qualms about invading Xander’s, nothing was sacred or secret with Spike in the house. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander opened the book. He smiled despite his annoyance with Spike. The pages were full of Spike’s flowing script, all done with his fountain pen. Xander loved Spike’s writing, even a shopping list looked more exciting when Spike wrote it. There were no mistakes or words scribbled out. Every word was precise and neat. The book was a work of art, a thing of beauty. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander read a few pages and then flipped ahead. Poems. Each page had a poem hand written by Spike. As he read Xander realised Spike hadn’t copied these poems, he had written them. Sure he had known Spike was intelligent, he helped Dawn with her homework but he had no idea he could write poetry. It was like seeing another aspect of Spike. Spike knew film scripts and read tons of books and he always knew the answers on the TV quiz shows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander became absorbed in the book. Reading poem after poem. The later ones seemed to all be sad, about a lover not seeing him. Xander huffed, Spike mustn’t be over Buffy at all. Yet as he read he realised something, the poems were not about a long dead girl, they were about a human man. Xander wasn’t stupid. He knew a line like ‘I listen to your breathing as you sleep’ was about him. He often woke to find Spike sat on the edge of his bed. Xander had nightmares, bad ones. Spike always woke him from them then went back to his own bed when Xander had settled back to sleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;The last poem in the book brought tears to Xander’s eye. He read it despite the blurred vision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://takhen.livejournal.com/6795.html"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;ON LOVE:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none; text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;Be not afraid to love &lt;br /&gt;for in loving there is no sin -&lt;br /&gt;only in avoiding love -&lt;br /&gt;Sin against one's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love, even if it's not returned, &lt;br /&gt;brings only blessings on the giver; &lt;br /&gt;and love springing from a full heart &lt;br /&gt;and received with welcome arms&lt;br /&gt;can light the world's dark hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is sometimes painful it’s also merciful,&lt;br /&gt;for if we know pain we have also known joy,&lt;br /&gt;and the measure of our joy is in our pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the days that follow, with memories&lt;br /&gt;of our love retuning, only the joy will be&lt;br /&gt;remembered&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander was petrified to love again, felt unworthy. He’d explained it all to Spike a few weeks ago when he was drunk. He remembered Spike telling him he had to let go of the past, open his heart to love again. Xander read more poems, a theme becoming obvious. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike was lonely? Waiting for love because the one he loved was oblivious? That’s where all the poems pointed. One eye was wasted on him, he’d been blind. A blind stupid fool. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander never noticed Spike walk in, he was to busy hugging Spike’s book. Spike growled and snatched the book from Xander’s arms. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“That’s mine, s’private. Ya’ve no right touching it.” Spike held the book he’d poured his heart and soul into tightly against his chest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander winced. “Spike… I…. shit. I’m sorry ok? I was just curious. I didn’t read it all. Hell I didn’t understand the big words.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike trembled. The whelp was lying. His jaw twitched, he wanted to rage and smash things. He wanted to do nothing at the same time. Scaring and fighting with Xander would get him nowhere. He couldn’t do this any more. He breathed in deeply in an effort to calm himself. He’d be the grown up and walk away before he did something stupid, again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander watched open mouthed as Spike picked up his bag and walked towards the door. “Spike?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Bye Pet. I’ll wait outside for Peaches. Keep an eye on the Bit for me yeah?” Spike rummaged in a pocket as he opened the door and fished out a set of keys. “Keys.” Spike dropped the keys into the dish on the hall table and walked out, closing the door silently. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander couldn’t believe there had been no shouting, nothing. He stared at the door Spike had walked through. There was something on the floor. A scrap of folded paper had fallen out of Spike’s pocket. Xander walked over and picked it up along with the keys. The keys were still on the key ring Xander had given Spike. The Count from Sesame Street dangled happily flashing his fangs. Xander put the keys in his jeans pocket and unfolded the piece of paper. It was another poem. He didn’t read it, just folded it back up and opened the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander found Spike sitting on the kerb, smoking a cigarette. He sat down next to him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike raised a brow and looked at Xander. “What now? Owe ya rent or something?” Spike was pretty certain he’d been paying his way for once. Of course if Xander decided he was going to add up all the times when Spike hadn’t paid his way then yeah…. He’d owe him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander shook his head and held out the crap of paper. “You dropped this. I didn’t look to see what it was.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike took the piece of paper, looked at it then refolded it. “Ta Pet.” It was hard to talk. He’d never liked saying goodbye. “It’s for you anyway. Read it when I’ve gone.” He passed the paper back to Xander. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander held the paper tightly in his hand. He suddenly realised he didn’t want Spike to leave. Spike was HIS vampire, his best friend and he loved him. Shit… He loved Spike. Tears filled Xander’s eye. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Even in the dim light from the nearest streetlight Spike could see Xander’s tears. He didn’t need enhanced vision either. Xander’s bottom lip trembled and he looked adorable, but then he always did. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Spike? I don’t want you to go.” Xander fiddled with the hem of his red checked shirt, more nervous than he’d been on the day he never married Anya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike sighed. “Xan? Luv I have to go. All we do is fight. I can’t do it anymore Pet. I need…. Need things you don’t like.” He looked into Xander’s eye, willing him to understand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xan smiled sadly. “Guy kissing? Someone to love you?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike’s voice was gruff. “Somethin’ like that yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“I love you.” Xander’s voice trembled as he admitted his feelings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“No ya don’t Pet. You won’t let anyone love ya, ya don’t let anyone close no more.” Spike itched to run his fingers through Xander’s hair. He worried who would wake his boy when he had his next nightmare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“I know. I’ve been a fool. Let me try Spike? Please?” Xander began to panic as Angel’s car pulled up to the kerb near them. His eye went wide as Spike stood up. “Spike?” Xander stood up too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Take care Pet. I’m not what you need or want, ya’ve made that abundantly clear.” Spike swallowed his heart back down and kissed the tip of Xander’s nose. Without another word or glance at Xander, Spike picked up his bag and climbed into Angel’s car. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander’s heart broke as he watched Angel’s tail lights disappear around the corner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Angel never spoke, he just placed his arm around Spike’s shoulders as his Childe curled up against him and cried all the way to LA. Through their fragile bond Angel could feel Spike’s pain. Even Drusilla and he had never managed to hurt Spike this much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;There was nothing Angel could do to help Spike. He watched his sad Grandchilde grieve for something he hadn’t even quite had. Angel had the grace to feel guilty. It was his fault after all. All those years ago when he had given Xander to Spike may have been a bluff, but their demons didn’t see it that way. Spike saw Xander as HIS. Simple fact. It was the living with it that was complicated. Spike had been more patient than Angel would have credited him with. He never made a move on Xander, just calmly waited for the human to come to him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Angel had been horrified when one night he’d got Spike to explain the pain. It was worse than Angelus leaving, worse than Drusilla running off with that slime demon. Spike had belonged to Angelus and Dru, and though it had hurt like hell Spike was the one abandoned he hadn’t been the one to walk away. This time though, this time he’d walked away from the one person that was HIS alone. Spike had abandoned Xander. Spike had never given up on a loved one before. It made no difference to the demon that Xander just didn’t want him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike’s demon was pining away and he wasn’t feeding. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander was a wreck. He missed Spike constantly and not just to wake him from his nightmares. He wasn’t eating or sleeping properly and only the fact he was Dawn’s guardian kept him going. When Xander did sleep Spike haunted his dreams. He carried the scrap of paper off Spike in his pocket everywhere with him, though he now knew the words by heart. They were carved into his soul with Spike’s sharp mind, it was just what Xander deserved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://takhen.livejournal.com/1155.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;VINDICATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: none; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; text-underline: none"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;I take love where I find it, &lt;br /&gt;asking no questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you know of thousand-year nights?&lt;br /&gt;Of fire that burns the blood, unquenched?&lt;br /&gt;Of desperate longing for human warmth,&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of a voice in the dark &lt;br /&gt;whispering caresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, who've laughed at scores like me,&lt;br /&gt;What can you know of hunger that drives me&lt;br /&gt;to seek shelter in a stranger's arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take love where I find it -&lt;br /&gt;Though all eternity waits, &lt;br /&gt;there is never enough to go around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander knew he had hurt Spike. He had judged his one friend without thinking. Every kindness Spike had shown him he had thrown back in his face. Xander had made it perfectly clear he didn’t want a relationship with anyone ever again, but was jealous when Spike went in search of comfort. Xander, more than anyone should know Spike was not a solitary being. He craved love and companionship, he was tactile and needed to touch and feel. Xander had starved Spike of these things when Spike had given Xander everything he had to give. Spike had moved with Dawn and Xander while Dawn finished university, putting his unlife on hold to keep his humans safe. Xander could not forgive himself, he felt like part of himself was missing and was too ashamed to call and beg forgiveness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn put up with a sulky, sad, pathetic Xander for six weeks. He wasn’t the only one missing Spike. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As soon as the end of term came around Dawn had rang Angel to see if they could sort something out. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Spike had refused to come to the phone, Angel explained Spike was now too weak to pay attention. Dawn had been horrified to learn how Spike was, that he could die without Xander. Xander acting the way he was, was bad enough but this was unacceptable. Xander had refused to go to LA, saying Spike didn’t want him anyway. Spike refused to come back to Xander saying Xander didn’t want him. Dawn decided enough was enough. She told Angel her plan, and he surprisingly agreed to it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;So the next day Dawn drugged Xander with a magical sleeping potion in his coffee and got Clem to carry him to the car. Dawn had packed for the both of them, and even told Xander’s boss she was taking him on a surprise holiday. She made sure Xander was comfortable on the back seat one last time then drove to LA. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Angel had been waiting for their arrival. As soon as Dawn parked the car Angel carried Xander inside and straight to Spike’s room. Spike was curled up fast asleep, he hardly woke up at all now, and never stirred when Angel placed Xander in the bed next to him. Angel stripped Xander to his boxer shorts and rolled him so he was snuggled up to Spike’s back. Spike never noticed. This was more serious than he had thought. Skin on skin contact should have woken Spike’s demon at least. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn stood in the doorway crying softly. “What now?” She whispered. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Blood. We need to wake Xander and let him see Spike. Even if they end up fighting maybe we could break the original gift bond I did and they can both move on. What did you use on Xander? Will he wake soon?” Angel walked over to Spike’s side of the bed and tried to wake him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“I used a magical potion, I have the antidote. He’ll wake as soon as we give it to him.” Dawn pulled a small vile of pink powder out of her jeans pocket. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Wake him, I’ll warm some blood.” Angel left the room, looking more worried than ever. It had taken years for him and Spike to get along, he didn’t want to lose him now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn tugged Xander over onto his back and sat beside him. If she gave him all the powder he would wake up properly and possibly try to run off. She decided to give him half of it and keep him groggy. Feeling not in the least bit guilty she sprinkled half of the powder into Xander’s mouth, it fizzed like sherbet when it hit his tongue. It took a few minutes to work, as if Xander was coming back from somewhere far away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander groaned and yawned.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey Dawnie, what time is it?” Xander stretched and yawned again. He groped for his eye patch and Dawn showed it to him, she’d had it in her pocket. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Time to save Spike. He’s dying because you are both so pigheaded and stupid.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Huh? Wha? Where’s Spike now?” Xander tried to sit up but felt woozy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn helpfully turned Xander’s head rather roughly in the direction of Spike. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Whoa…. Why’s Spike in my bed?” Xander lifted the covers and gulped. Naked Spike, almost naked Xander. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn smacked Xander’s shoulder. “You’re in his bed. Idiot. I drugged you to get you here in time.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander thought all sorts of stuff was wrong with what Dawn said. But the sight of a skinny shivering Spike made him feel sick with worry. He reached out his hand and touched a freezing cold shoulder. “Spike?” Xander yawned again. Why was he so tired again? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“He can’t hear you. Breaking his bond with you because you told him to leave is killing him. His demon is dying.” Angel said as he walked back in with a mug of warm blood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander began to panic, and tried to sit up. “How do we fix it? Gotta do something… need to wake up.” He yawned again and looked at Dawn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Xander do you promise to help us fix Spike before going home?” Dawn used her ‘Joyce’ voice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Of course I do, he needs to come home with me anyway. Nothing’s right without him.” Xander was stroking Spike’s arm and shoulder, concern obvious despite his yawns. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn gave Xander the rest of the powder. As soon as he was wide awake Xander pulled Spike towards himself. “Spike? Oh Spike I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to leave.” Spike lay unmoving against Xander. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Xander he needs blood but won’t feed. I think the scent of your blood might wake him.” Angel held out a small knife and Xander took it from him then cut a small gash in his index finger. Xander cradled Spike’s head and dripped the blood along Spike’s lips, forcing it into his mouth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;For the longest time Spike lay unmoving, the cut on Xander’s finger had all but stopped bleeding just as Spike’s fangs lowered. Xander smiled and smeared some of his blood on his own throat. “Feed from me Spike, bite me. Come on I’m your nummy treat.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Dawn gasped and wanted to stop Xander but Angel’s hand on her shoulder held her back. Angel was ready to jump in and stop Spike if he was out of control. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander looked up at Dawn. “Leave the room Dawnie.” Dawn blushed as she realised Spike was naked as Xander moved him into his lap. She ran out of the room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike was still docile and not awake as Xander held him like a child in his lap. Xander moved Spike’s head again so he could bite him. Only once before had he fed Spike, and then it was from a cut he already had. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike’s nostrils flared as he got closer to the scent of fresh blood. His demon wasn’t quite awake, yet it knew this wasn’t just food. With Xander’s hand on the back of his head his fangs bit down. Warm blood filled his mouth and he swallowed deeply. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander groaned. He’d been expecting the bite to really hurt but it just felt like he was getting a hickey. He held Spike tighter, willing him to wake up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike moaned in pleasure. The taste of his Pet filling his mouth and his scent enveloping him. His Pet. Xander. Spike’s eyes flew open as his fangs withdrew. He’d bitten his boy. “No, no, no…. Sorry so sorry” He mumbled trying to escape Xander’s hold. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Xander had expected Spike to wake and carry on feeding, perhaps having to have Angel pull him off. He grabbed Spike tightly. “Hey it’s ok. I made you bite me to wake you up.” Xander held the trembling vampire closer, rocking him slightly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike’s eyes flew to Xander’s face. His Pet wasn’t mad with him? He stopped struggling when he saw the look on Xander’s face. The whelp was worried. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Angel sat on the edge of the bed. “Spike drink this. You won’t be thinking straight till you feed.” Angel helped Spike hold the mug of blood as he drank it. He noticed Spike didn’t put up any protest about the assistance, just drank the blood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike drank the blood. It was a mixture of human and Angel’s blood. After the taste of Xander’s blood it tasted awful but he needed to feed if he was to speak with his boy. He’d been dreaming of his boy and now here he was. When the mug was empty he watched Angel leave to get more, and then turned his eyes back to Xander. He found it amusing he was sat in Xander’s lap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike cupped the side of Xander’s face. “Why ya here luv?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“I woke up here. Dawn had a plan. I’m glad she did.” Xander leaned into Spike’s hand, his eye half closing. “I miss you so much.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Miss you too Pet. But we don’t get on do we?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;“Yes we do. It’s me that’s been stupid. I’m sorry, so sorry. I don’t know if I can fix us, but I want to try. Let me try Spike. Don’t say anything just be a good naked vampire and let me do this.” Xander wrapped Spike in his arms and kissed his lips gently. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;#39;"&gt;Spike couldn’t believe Xander was kissing him and