spikes_heart | Fantasy Drabbles For slashthedrabble

For our first outing, we have the challenge of: "Fanstasies".

Cross posted to

slashthedrabble and my regular journal.

Broadening Horizons

William lies on the soft featherbed, looking up into Dru’s glittering brown eyes, surrounded by her soft, cool, scented flesh. His lovely, mad Sire. He’ll give anything to please her… has, in point of fact. Given his very life for her… to her. A week alone in her company and he’s just beginning to find out what lust is all about.

As he closes his eyes, he can’t help but wish that the chest he’s kneading was flatter and broader. Instead of being ridden, he wonders what it would be like to do the riding, filled and stretched beyond endurance.

The More Things Change

More than a hundred years of lying in beds with Drusilla, and while his love for her is unwavering, Spike’s still wishing for Angelus’ presence at his side.

His girl is weak now, the incident in Prague taking more and more of a toll on her with each passing day. Sex is non-existent given her fragile state. After running into Angel at the school several weeks ago, it’s all he can think about.

It’s a shame the ritual calls for death. He can think of better things to sink into his grandsire than the pointy end of the DuLac cross.

Behind Closed Doors

The bathroom door slams shut and Spike hears the snick of the lock. As if that’s enough to restrain him if he decides to go after the boy. Bloody chip buggers up everything. If he ever gets it removed, Xander Harris is vamp food, poste haste.

And while he’s at it, Spike can think of something else he’d like to sink into the Slayer’s little lap dog. His cock twitches at the thought of being gripped tightly between soft round cheeks. Weeks of watching him scoot across the bed have given the vampire plenty of grist for the wank mill.

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