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A heartfelt recommendation

Some of you may have noticed that there are 260 comments on my last post. 240 of these are me and

fyrie talking about a single story. She fed it to me by spoonfuls, killing me softly just as I was trying to work, or sleep, or just get the vampires out of my head by any means possible.

What Remains - Jossverse and Tanz der Vampire. After LA goes boom, Spike comes back to the last two vampires he knows who might take him in.

If I had to put a label on this, it'd probably be Hurt/Comfort. After the Angel finale, Spike is broken to pieces, and it's up to von Krolock, with Herbert's help, to put him back together. But gods, this is so sweet and heart-breaking, and there's one scene (which I won't spoil) that killed me dead.

Even if all you know about Tanz is that I blather about it a lot, go read it - all you need to know is that von Krolock is Herbert's dad, and that he's a sorcerer and occasional seer. All else speaks for itself.

(She's not finished with the first chronological fic in this series, but it will explain a lot if you read the two she posted previously - Until the Moon is Abed, slash and het Herbert/Spike, von Krolock/Dru, and then Unwritten Words, where pre-Buffy Season 2 Spike asks for advice on helping Dru.)

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Actually, nope ;) When Spike's vision went blurry, he thought he was passing out, but VK was just... moving them, to prevent interruption ;) That's why Spike thinks he's seeing stars - VK still likes his old-fashioned candelabra :D

Whee :D Comfy bed nearby together with any accessories that may come in handy, I presume?

Depends how nice VK feels like being ;)

Mwahahaha. Much love for VK. Can't wait to read about the writhing...

Von Krolock looked up, then smiled down at him, so fondly and so benevolently that it seemed that the previous half hour could not have happened. “Those are candles, William,” he murmured. “I took the opportunity to bring you to my chambers, so your young woman wouldn’t witness your crass manners.”

“Oh... right,” Spike’s fingers twisted into his shirt, his body shivering as if a wave of pure pleasure had just surged through him. His other hand tugged at his shirt, his back arching against von Krolock’s arm. “Oh God... what...” He pulled the Graf closer to him, groping at the heavy fabric of the elder vampire’s shirt. “What the hell have you been taking?”

The smile was nowhere near as gentle close up, slow, deliberate and thoroughly wicked. “Nothing, William,” von Krolock purred, pressing his palm to Spike’s throat, the sharp nail of his thumb pushing the younger vampire’s chin up. “I let you have but a taste of my desires.”

Blue eyes went round. “Bloody hell...” he whimpered.

Von Krolock’s smile remained, quiet, calm, in control. “Mm?”

Panting, his body twisting and shuddering against the cool stone of the floor, Spike felt like invisible hands were caressing him from within, teasing like sexual fire along every nerve. The unbearable but incredible heat scorching through him, he pressed his brow against the Graf’s ribs.

*fans self*

Poor Spikey :D No wonder VK's so irresistible...

Poor Spike. Thought he was getting the good stuff ;D Only a new way for VK to wrap the boy around his ickle finger.

Like he needs one more. Spike's such a fanboy :D

Dark eyes gazed down at him, a cool hand covering the one that was clutching so feverishly at the front of the Graf’s shirt.

“You need only ask, William.”

His tongue stuttering along his lips, Spike inhaled rapid breaths. “S’okay...” he managed to say, then arched with a cry that was part heated pain and part unfettered desire. “Oh God...”

“I can wait for eternity, William,” von Krolock’s voice’s was like aural silk, low, deep and warm, as sensual and teasing as the invisible caress granted by his blood. “I can and I do and I will, if I must.”

“No...” the young vampire whimpered.

Von Krolock laughed softly. “I have played this game far longer than you can begin to imagine, William,” he murmured, drawing his hand down Spike’s arm and splaying it on his chest. “I could make this last forever.”

Biting his lip until blood came, Spike could feel himself teetering on the brink of climax. He was so damnably close, but that was as close as he was going to get. he could tell by the way the Graf’s fingers were teasing across his ribs, by the fire raging in his blood, by the shudders shaking him.

“Please...” he whispered, eyes squeezed closed against the thought of such desperation.

“Pardon, William?”

“I said please!” he exclaimed, unable to silence the ringing cry of satisfaction as von Krolock’s hand pressed flat to his chest and pleasure beyond anything he had ever felt crashed in on him in wave after dizzying wave.

Heh, and Spike's complaining? :D I absolutely adore VK's dominating mood. Mmmmm.

He doesn't like the idea of being kept on the edge of a climax for eternity ;) Spike, he likes the pleasure ;D

Not one for refinement, is he? But hey, whatever works for him. End of scene, or VK getting more of his own back? :D

He gets put to bed and is all limp and floppy and Krolock has a white board on which he marks his latest triumph. Again.

But seriously, yes, put to bed. Gonna wake up from VK's pov in the morning with ickle vampire clinging on him like he's the best thing ever :D

Not notches on the bedpost, then? ;)

Mrrrr. I really don't see what VK's existential angst is all about.

Everyone has to have some down side ;D

Herbert's sprawled on the couch upstairs, eyes closed, lsitening to Spike's yells and having a gay old time of it himself ;)

Mmmm, mental image again :D Now you've got me wondering whether this particular power is one Herbert inherited. It'd go well with his other incubus traits....

Pleasure from others pleasure? It would fit well, wouldn't it? :D Herbert's sprawling, legs akimbo, fingering his chest, a lazy grin on his face.

Mmmm, image...

Meanwhile, I'm a little bogged down in the kidletfic. I'm running out of ways in which a nanny can be unsuitable for a vampire's baby boy...

Eating the child is usually frowned upon :D Dirty, lazy, idle, stealing, crazy-religious, feeding the sprog garlic... um..

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It could have been five minutes later or it might have been five hours when he felt himself lifted, carried as if he weighed nothing more than a child. Laid upon a bed, he felt the sharp invasion of fangs at his throat once more, then the more gentle lap of a tongue against his skin.

“Mm...” he mumbled, trying to lift his hands, but his body felt completely and utterly sated and drained. He heard the soft chuckle and felt the brief brush of lips to his as he drifted into what he assumed was sleep without protest.

Mmm, a perfect good-night thing :D

Now, shall you go back to Dawn-glompage, or straight on to next morning?

I think I'll jump to the next morning, because bah! Glompage is nowhere near as fun as cutely clingy vampires and their knowing Masters ;D

Although I did just have the thought that Dawn going wandering and running into Herbert properly and them having a mutual "you hurt him, I keel you" match ;)

Either's fine with me, really ;)

And gah. I need to glue together all the fragments of today's scene, print them out and carry in my wallet for reading when I'm feeling down :D

*pops open the window* So much for homework ;)

*flails* You just made me squee and blush like a crazy giddy person, I hope you know :D

Bah, who needs homework anyway? :D

*OMGiconLUV*

...now I really, really want to write Dracula and a young von Krolock being all snarly at each other...