Kink Bingo - Silence
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setos_puppyTitle: Thump
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Spike/Xander
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 663
Warning: Fluff
Summary: The Gentleman come to town, the silence is deafening
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Joss
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Silence square.
Dedication: Dedicated toramsy_kins
What the hell was he supposed to do?
He couldn't talk, Goddammit!
And now he was stuck in his house with a tied up fangless vampire who also couldn't talk and maybe he was freaking out.
Xander whirled in place, chest heaving, trying to calm his rattled nerves as he looked over at Spike, who was watching him with a mixture of amusement and disgust from his place tied to Xander's dad's old easy chair. Xander groaned, but no sound was produced and he fisted his hands in his hair at the sides of his head and collapsed to his bed, feeling overwhelmed.
Xander scrubbed his hands over his face and looked at his phone. He had tried calling Buffy and Willow already, but it had been pretty much useless. More than useless, actually. Anya wouldn't be up for another hour or two, since she didn't have a job to work on – which would have been canceled anyway – just another week on the Hellmouth where vacation and sick pay were through the roof. So he was stuck in the basement with Spike for at least two hours.
His life officially sucked.
He looked up at the too loud sound of his dad's easy chair scraping across the floor and saw Spike trying to slide it by throwing his weight. Xander shot up in bed and opened his mouth, ready to scream before deflating. He grabbed a pillow and whipped it at Spike, who turned and glared in his direction, face melting with a shift of bone to his game face, Spike snapped at the air before reeling back, head slamming against the back of the chair in pain.
If it had been possible, Xander would have given a mocking chuckle. Instead he settled for a smirk.
Silence reigned between the two of them and in a strange, perverted way Xander found it comforting. The fact that the two of them, more or less, were on equal footing. It was something he was still struggling with when it came to Anya. His girlfriend who viewed him as less than her. Who didn't see him as equal because he was a man and therefore a disaster waiting to happen. Someone waiting for punishment doted upon by her broken heart and a still powerful vengeance demon.
They never talked. They only fucked.
Xander stood, watching as Spike tracked him with his eyes and with resignation Xander untied the ropes around Spike's body. The blonde's eyes widened and his brows winged up in shock and he nodded his head slowly.
Xander opened his mouth to speak before his mouth closed slowly and screwed up. Xander backed away before turning in place and pulled over a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote for a moment before turning it to face Spike.
I DON'T HAVE BLOOD BUT I HAVE BAGEL BITES
Spike's face shifted in a way that indicated a snort and he rose his shoulders in a shrug before nodding his head. Xander walked off and up the rickety stairs as Spike rose from the chair and walked around the cramped space. He poked at some things on shelves before opening a few comics and scanning them. Xander came back down balancing a plate of cheese and bacon bites and toting two cans of warm beer. Spike took the bites and ate a few, settling himself on Xander's bed. Xander watched him for a long minute before sitting on the other side of the bed and cracked the can open before taking a long sip.
They watched each other in silence, eating and drinking, both sort of unsure and awkward. After the food and beer was done Xander toyed with his shirt before he looked up when Spike's hands pressed against Xander's and stilled them. Xander watched as Spike pushed him against the wall and Xander watched with wide eyes as Spike's head settled against his chest.
In the silence Spike listened to Xander's heart pound.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Spike/Xander
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 663
Warning: Fluff
Summary: The Gentleman come to town, the silence is deafening
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Joss
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Silence square.Dedication: Dedicated to
ramsy_kinsWhat the hell was he supposed to do?
He couldn't talk, Goddammit!
And now he was stuck in his house with a tied up fangless vampire who also couldn't talk and maybe he was freaking out.
Xander whirled in place, chest heaving, trying to calm his rattled nerves as he looked over at Spike, who was watching him with a mixture of amusement and disgust from his place tied to Xander's dad's old easy chair. Xander groaned, but no sound was produced and he fisted his hands in his hair at the sides of his head and collapsed to his bed, feeling overwhelmed.
Xander scrubbed his hands over his face and looked at his phone. He had tried calling Buffy and Willow already, but it had been pretty much useless. More than useless, actually. Anya wouldn't be up for another hour or two, since she didn't have a job to work on – which would have been canceled anyway – just another week on the Hellmouth where vacation and sick pay were through the roof. So he was stuck in the basement with Spike for at least two hours.
His life officially sucked.
He looked up at the too loud sound of his dad's easy chair scraping across the floor and saw Spike trying to slide it by throwing his weight. Xander shot up in bed and opened his mouth, ready to scream before deflating. He grabbed a pillow and whipped it at Spike, who turned and glared in his direction, face melting with a shift of bone to his game face, Spike snapped at the air before reeling back, head slamming against the back of the chair in pain.
If it had been possible, Xander would have given a mocking chuckle. Instead he settled for a smirk.
Silence reigned between the two of them and in a strange, perverted way Xander found it comforting. The fact that the two of them, more or less, were on equal footing. It was something he was still struggling with when it came to Anya. His girlfriend who viewed him as less than her. Who didn't see him as equal because he was a man and therefore a disaster waiting to happen. Someone waiting for punishment doted upon by her broken heart and a still powerful vengeance demon.
They never talked. They only fucked.
Xander stood, watching as Spike tracked him with his eyes and with resignation Xander untied the ropes around Spike's body. The blonde's eyes widened and his brows winged up in shock and he nodded his head slowly.
Xander opened his mouth to speak before his mouth closed slowly and screwed up. Xander backed away before turning in place and pulled over a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote for a moment before turning it to face Spike.
I DON'T HAVE BLOOD BUT I HAVE BAGEL BITES
Spike's face shifted in a way that indicated a snort and he rose his shoulders in a shrug before nodding his head. Xander walked off and up the rickety stairs as Spike rose from the chair and walked around the cramped space. He poked at some things on shelves before opening a few comics and scanning them. Xander came back down balancing a plate of cheese and bacon bites and toting two cans of warm beer. Spike took the bites and ate a few, settling himself on Xander's bed. Xander watched him for a long minute before sitting on the other side of the bed and cracked the can open before taking a long sip.
They watched each other in silence, eating and drinking, both sort of unsure and awkward. After the food and beer was done Xander toyed with his shirt before he looked up when Spike's hands pressed against Xander's and stilled them. Xander watched as Spike pushed him against the wall and Xander watched with wide eyes as Spike's head settled against his chest.
In the silence Spike listened to Xander's heart pound.
