Spike/Xander
- "Bad For You" by The Spike: NC-17 for sex, kink and darkness -- but kinda happy darkness. So very, very hot. Xander's been thinking about Spike's belt. One side smooth and cool against his heated face -- blushing. He's been thinking about this damn belt far too much...
- "boy" AKA "gay bar" by automatedalice_: William/Xander AU. Gay bar. Very, very hot. Go read now. He's a new guy. In a new town. And the only thing messier than a new guy in a new town is a new guy, in a new town, at a gay bar. And the only thing messier than that is a new guy, in a new town, at a gay bar on fight night.
- Chocolatey Goodness - Mad Poetess. Xander. Spike. Chocolate. One neurotic human with dark eyes and no self-esteem, one psychotic vampire with bleached hair and no self-control, falling in love. And lust. And possibly vats of chocolate sauce... It's okay to laugh. It's meant to be funny. Sometimes. (I've actually made Count Chochula treats). Off in the shadows, there's a blonde with a stake and a snotty attitude. Or maybe she has fangs. There's always a bitchy blonde, ain't there. Sitting in the middle of the stage, sucking chocolate off his fingers, is Alexander Harris, with the big gormless grin on his face and no sodding clue that Mr. The Bloody (let's call him that, shall we, since he doesn't admit to his own surname anymore) is completely, totally, suicidally in love with him--- and is terrified out of his not-so-limited, but utterly scattered wits that he's going to lose the boy. To who or what doesn't really enter into the picture. Hey, come on in. Mingle. Black-tie optional. Bring your own dip, but we've already got a nice little government chip in here to munch on.
- "FDR" by Rubywisp: The boys go dancing. Plans go awry. And 'joys' really was too strong a word, but he seemed to have left his thesaurus in his other pants. The comfy ones, the ones made of denim, not leather. The ones that left him room to breathe, that came complete with back pockets that would have provided another whole layer of protection between his ass and Spike's crotch, which was pushing up against him and was right up there with Spike's voice and Spike's mouth in the 'way too close' department.
- "Good Cop Gone Bad" by Wyrdchaos: A motorist gets pulled over for speeding on a lonely road. Yes, it was Xander Harris. Officer Harris, if the uniform was to be believed. Xander "Officer" Harris with two eyes and a terrific tan. A Xander Harris who had shaken off the extra pounds and bloaty look, and seemed muscle-packed into his uniform. "I thought you were in Africa? Wot's with the fancy dress?"
- Reaching One's Limits by flaming muse: There are some things even Spike doesn't want to touch. "I'm not bloody touching it," Spike said in a voice that didn't brook argument. Xander, of course, argued.
- "Twitch" by The Spuzz: Rated R. Really really dark, people. A dark tale of obsessive love. In retrospect, Xander realizes he never should have mocked Spike. Especially a Spike in love.
Spike/Willow
- Short Silly Fics: The Summer Series and Higher Learning - Saber Shadowkitten. Super cute and long series that's nice and fluffy, and has lots of Disney thrown in. "I thought you said you didn't have a job?" Martin pointed out.
"Er, right, I don't," Spike said. "I, um..."
"Volunteer," Willow lied quickly. "At the, uh, the...blood bank."
Spike and Willow looked at one another, then burst out laughing. The four others at the table wondered what the joke was and they exchanged shrugs as the two calmed down.
"Oh goddess, I'm sorry," Willow said, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Spike shot her a grin. "Sometimes I help out at the morgue, too."
Willow started giggling again. "How about at those nights at the cemetery?"
"You hang around with the dead?" Martin asked.
The redhead snorted and quickly stuffed her mouth with fries. Spike smirked. "We have a lot in common."
Willow