A heartfelt recommendation
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winterSome of you may have noticed that there are 260 comments on my last post. 240 of these are me and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.)
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.)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:18 am (UTC)*ambles off to eat her lunch in peace in your hindbrain*
*twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:27 am (UTC)“Never lie to me or doubt me again, William,” the Graf’s voice was soft, as it had been moments earlier, but there was a ferocity in his eyes that Spike had never seen before. “I do not appreciate it.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Spike whispered faintly, warily staring up at the Graf, his ice-cold hands still grasping von Krolock’s shoulders. He could feel his blood streaming from his throat, could feel it soaking into his shirt. “I... I didn’t mean to...”
It felt like his legs were going out from beneath him, but by degrees, he realised that von Krolock was lowering him to the floor, more gently now. Half-seated, half-flopped uselessly, he tried to sit, but too much blood was still spilling from his throat.
“You are under my protection, William,” the Graf’s voice was quiet, grave, his right arm slipping under Spike’s shoulders. Drawn against von Krolock’s chest, he was cradled as gently as a babe in arms. “Thus, I expect you trust me.”
Shivering from loss of blood and from lingering fear of his host’s wrath, Spike tried to wet his lips with his tongue, his hands dropping heavily to his chest. “Y-yes, sir.”
Von Krolock gazed at him. With his left hand, he gently stroked Spike’s cheek, his gaze penetrating. “Good boy,” he murmured, then lifted his hand.
With his vision blurring, Spike was sure he was seeing things. No way he was seeing what thought he was seeing. He squinted a moment before the Graf’s bitten wrist was placed to his lips, powerful, old blood splashing over his tongue.
He inhaled in shock, so sharply that he almost choked.
“Slowly,” von Krolock murmured. “Drink.”
His eyes fluttering shut, Spike’s mouth hungrily latched onto the bleeding wound, one hand weakly rising to clutch at von Krolock’s arm, strength returning with every urgent mouthful.
Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:30 am (UTC)And oooh... *bows to the master of the mind manipulation*
Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:32 am (UTC)Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:36 am (UTC)*snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:43 am (UTC)“Oh Christ...” he moaned faintly, groping at von Krolock with one shaking hand, as if seeking proof that he wasn’t in the throes of some completely trippy dream. “Christ on a cupcake...”
With a chuckle, von Krolock shifted Spike’s weight against his chest. With a paternal tut, he withdrew his kerchief and dabbed the splatters of blood from Spike’s chin and lips. “You can be so foolish occasionally, William,” he murmured.
“Yeah... bad habit...” Spike panted, slightly-glazed eyes trying to focus on the face above him. “Oh god...” He blinked feverishly, then laughed giddily. “Shit... I can see the stars...”
Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:46 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:47 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:49 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:51 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:52 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:54 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:56 am (UTC)*eyes them* Um.
Date: 2006-03-17 06:05 am (UTC)“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.
Re: *eyes them* Um.
Date: 2006-03-17 06:16 am (UTC)Poor Spikey :D No wonder VK's so irresistible...
Re: *eyes them* Um.
Date: 2006-03-17 06:17 am (UTC)Re: *eyes them* Um.
Date: 2006-03-17 06:19 am (UTC)and lo, VK winz!1
Date: 2006-03-17 06:25 am (UTC)“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.
Re: and lo, VK winz!1
Date: 2006-03-17 06:28 am (UTC)Re: and lo, VK winz!1
Date: 2006-03-17 06:29 am (UTC)Re: and lo, VK winz!1
Date: 2006-03-17 06:32 am (UTC)Re: and lo, VK winz!1
Date: 2006-03-17 06:34 am (UTC)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
Re: and lo, VK winz!1
Date: 2006-03-17 06:40 am (UTC)Mrrrr. I really don't see what VK's existential angst is all about.
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Date: 2006-03-17 10:00 am (UTC)“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.
Re: And the last two paragraphs of the scene:
Date: 2006-03-17 10:03 am (UTC)Now, shall you go back to Dawn-glompage, or straight on to next morning?
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