Prompt #5 - Penny Arcade - Spike/Michael
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tamingthemusePenny Arcade
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: BtVS/Lost Boys
Characters: Spike, Michael
Genre: I honestly have no idea.
Warnings: Contains references to vampires feeding and includes men kissing.
Disclaimer: owned by other people, I don’t make money off it.
Summary: Before Sunnydale Spike is drawn to a coastal town called Santa Carla. I just got a new copy of Lost Boys on DVD and darn it I got bit by a plot bunny that just begged to be used with this prompt.
The town stank of vampires but that wasn’t why he was there. He couldn’t give a toss about protocols so he avoided the video store and the beach where the scent was strongest.
His real goal was the boardwalk with its raucous piped in music and garish colours. It was everything he loved about America, fresh faced kids wandering the night with no fear, no thought what-so-ever. Santa Carla was called the murder capital of America and yet here they were licking on their toffee applies and consoling themselves with tame frights, offering their cotton candy veins to the predators that stalked them.
His fangs itched at the smell of them, but he had a more important task a prize worth more than a hundred easy meals. He had searched for a long time for this, followed a number of dead end leads finally ending up in this little seaside town frantically hiding from its own reality.
Down the sand dusted wooden treads he weaved past frozen faces purposely turned away from the sheets of missing people plastered on every wall. He heard the wind whispers of hunters marking their prey and smiled at the sniffs of recognition. If he stayed much longer he would have to join the pissing contest but he was only going to be as long as it took to find his prize.
Further down the boardwalk he walked into the arcades of shadowy booths that promised different sorts of entertainments. Some promised answers and dreams, others offered a few brief moments of forgetting. Further still and he reached the forgotten edges of time where the last of the earlier arcades had been banished.
And there with one faint bulb to light it was his prize, his bagatelle. In the flickering glow it had nothing to attract the now youth, but when he had been a child it had attracted him.
Summer holidays in Brighton before his father died before he had to watch his mother cough roses into her handkerchief. Before the darkness had descended forever a little boy had watched with awe as the older boys wielded the cue stick with contemptuous ease. He had desperately wanted to try his luck and prove his abilities to those boys who were always walking away on longer legs.
He had spent every penny he had to master the skill of the bagatelle saving one last coin to casually step up and take his turn in front of the others. For five sweet minutes he had been the centre of everything and heard the heady sound of approval from his peers. Until in a swish of silk his mother had pulled him away with a murmured scold that twisted the approval to mocking sniggers.
Two days later he had snuck back down to find the bagatelle abandoned for newer entertainments, but when he touched it he could still hear their praise and feel the pride of an accomplishment that could never be taken away.
Now he stroked the battered surface and that feeling of success that only came from recognition rushed over him again. There was even a pock-marked steel ball sitting waiting to be pushed forward by the cue in a flick of the hand never forgotten.
A quick scan of the area confirmed his solitude and with one flex of vampiric strength the bagatelle was torn free and tucked under one leather wrapped arm.
“I don’t think that’s yours,” a voice stopped him.
Spike turned casually to face the voice, “think it is actually.” He stared curiously at the young man standing watching him. The piece of wood in his hand told Spike this one knew what he was. Strong jaw hard and square with determination, blue eyes watching him carefully, it was a combination Spike had always liked.
“It isn’t worth anything,” the man said. He looked older than Spike worn out by living so close to death everyday.
“Not to you maybe,” Spike said calmly.
The vampires here were not his kind and Spike was not afraid of them, but this human smelt intriguing. There was a scent to the man, of old blood and holy water. This one had been bitten by a vampire felt the call of the blood but not turned.
This one would put up a good fight but he had no time to play with his food. He also smelt of arousal. The blood called forever no matter how much time passed.
“Came for the memory,” Spike said putting the bagatelle down carefully. Quicker than even this human eye could follow Spike moved in close and pinned his arms.
He kissed the human biting down lightly on the pouting lower lip. There was a whisper of a sigh and the kiss was responded to. The stake clattered to the ground forgotten as Spike pulled him closer. This man had fought off the others in this town the scars almost gone now, but still it itched at Spike’s demon pushing him to obliterate the mark with his own.
Spike pulled back from the kiss and watched the man’s head loll back in offering. Before the human could think about what was happening Spike lunged and bit deep over the last mark. He didn’t take much he didn’t have the time but what he tasted was hot and wild full of lust and anger.
Spike grabbed his bagatelle and left the human standing there still in a feeding haze. If he didn’t have to find Dru he would be tempted to hang around Santa Carla and take the human properly.
Michael shook off the sensation of being fed off and turned to watch the vampire disappear. He didn’t know what it was about blond vampires but they always got under his skin. He would watch for that one to return and maybe they would dance again.
THE END
A/N: a bagatelle is an early version of the pinball machine popular in the 1800’s. I figured it was possible that Spike would have played with one as a boy. If you are interested in what it looked like you can see one here http://pinballhistory.com/tivoli.jpg
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: BtVS/Lost Boys
Characters: Spike, Michael
Genre: I honestly have no idea.
Warnings: Contains references to vampires feeding and includes men kissing.
Disclaimer: owned by other people, I don’t make money off it.
Summary: Before Sunnydale Spike is drawn to a coastal town called Santa Carla. I just got a new copy of Lost Boys on DVD and darn it I got bit by a plot bunny that just begged to be used with this prompt.
The town stank of vampires but that wasn’t why he was there. He couldn’t give a toss about protocols so he avoided the video store and the beach where the scent was strongest.
His real goal was the boardwalk with its raucous piped in music and garish colours. It was everything he loved about America, fresh faced kids wandering the night with no fear, no thought what-so-ever. Santa Carla was called the murder capital of America and yet here they were licking on their toffee applies and consoling themselves with tame frights, offering their cotton candy veins to the predators that stalked them.
His fangs itched at the smell of them, but he had a more important task a prize worth more than a hundred easy meals. He had searched for a long time for this, followed a number of dead end leads finally ending up in this little seaside town frantically hiding from its own reality.
Down the sand dusted wooden treads he weaved past frozen faces purposely turned away from the sheets of missing people plastered on every wall. He heard the wind whispers of hunters marking their prey and smiled at the sniffs of recognition. If he stayed much longer he would have to join the pissing contest but he was only going to be as long as it took to find his prize.
Further down the boardwalk he walked into the arcades of shadowy booths that promised different sorts of entertainments. Some promised answers and dreams, others offered a few brief moments of forgetting. Further still and he reached the forgotten edges of time where the last of the earlier arcades had been banished.
And there with one faint bulb to light it was his prize, his bagatelle. In the flickering glow it had nothing to attract the now youth, but when he had been a child it had attracted him.
Summer holidays in Brighton before his father died before he had to watch his mother cough roses into her handkerchief. Before the darkness had descended forever a little boy had watched with awe as the older boys wielded the cue stick with contemptuous ease. He had desperately wanted to try his luck and prove his abilities to those boys who were always walking away on longer legs.
He had spent every penny he had to master the skill of the bagatelle saving one last coin to casually step up and take his turn in front of the others. For five sweet minutes he had been the centre of everything and heard the heady sound of approval from his peers. Until in a swish of silk his mother had pulled him away with a murmured scold that twisted the approval to mocking sniggers.
Two days later he had snuck back down to find the bagatelle abandoned for newer entertainments, but when he touched it he could still hear their praise and feel the pride of an accomplishment that could never be taken away.
Now he stroked the battered surface and that feeling of success that only came from recognition rushed over him again. There was even a pock-marked steel ball sitting waiting to be pushed forward by the cue in a flick of the hand never forgotten.
A quick scan of the area confirmed his solitude and with one flex of vampiric strength the bagatelle was torn free and tucked under one leather wrapped arm.
“I don’t think that’s yours,” a voice stopped him.
Spike turned casually to face the voice, “think it is actually.” He stared curiously at the young man standing watching him. The piece of wood in his hand told Spike this one knew what he was. Strong jaw hard and square with determination, blue eyes watching him carefully, it was a combination Spike had always liked.
“It isn’t worth anything,” the man said. He looked older than Spike worn out by living so close to death everyday.
“Not to you maybe,” Spike said calmly.
The vampires here were not his kind and Spike was not afraid of them, but this human smelt intriguing. There was a scent to the man, of old blood and holy water. This one had been bitten by a vampire felt the call of the blood but not turned.
This one would put up a good fight but he had no time to play with his food. He also smelt of arousal. The blood called forever no matter how much time passed.
“Came for the memory,” Spike said putting the bagatelle down carefully. Quicker than even this human eye could follow Spike moved in close and pinned his arms.
He kissed the human biting down lightly on the pouting lower lip. There was a whisper of a sigh and the kiss was responded to. The stake clattered to the ground forgotten as Spike pulled him closer. This man had fought off the others in this town the scars almost gone now, but still it itched at Spike’s demon pushing him to obliterate the mark with his own.
Spike pulled back from the kiss and watched the man’s head loll back in offering. Before the human could think about what was happening Spike lunged and bit deep over the last mark. He didn’t take much he didn’t have the time but what he tasted was hot and wild full of lust and anger.
Spike grabbed his bagatelle and left the human standing there still in a feeding haze. If he didn’t have to find Dru he would be tempted to hang around Santa Carla and take the human properly.
Michael shook off the sensation of being fed off and turned to watch the vampire disappear. He didn’t know what it was about blond vampires but they always got under his skin. He would watch for that one to return and maybe they would dance again.
THE END
A/N: a bagatelle is an early version of the pinball machine popular in the 1800’s. I figured it was possible that Spike would have played with one as a boy. If you are interested in what it looked like you can see one here http://pinballhistory.com/tivoli.jpg
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Date: 2006-08-08 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-08 08:55 pm (UTC)(I have an ongoing battle with commas *blush*)
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Date: 2006-08-08 07:12 pm (UTC)I could have only liked this phrase better if I'd written it myself. There were others, but that was probably my favorite.
Lovely job!
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Date: 2006-08-08 08:58 pm (UTC)*grin*
that phrase has been running around my mind for a while now I was really glad to find a place for it
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Date: 2006-08-09 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-11 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-11 04:08 am (UTC)figured there was nothing wrong with giving Michael my wee kink *grin*
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Date: 2006-08-12 01:11 pm (UTC)He looked older than Spike worn out by living so close to death everyday. wow!
Loved the linking of the blond vampires.
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Date: 2006-08-12 10:47 pm (UTC)they are my two favourite blonds and they keep sneaking around together in my mind. This was too much of a temptation.
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Date: 2006-08-13 07:11 pm (UTC)offering their cotton candy veins to the predators that stalked them
little seaside town frantically hiding from its own reality
he had to watch his mother cough roses into her handkerchief
a murmured scold that twisted the approval to mocking sniggers
I really adore the idea that Michael has been changed by his bite, and I wouldn't mind seeing Spike wander back there some time. Very yummy.
A few beta comments
toffee applies [apples?]
he had a more important task [I'm not sure if you need a comma or a colon here] a prize
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:56 am (UTC)they are my two favourite vampire worlds,
isn't it funny even with two sets of eyes sometimes you see what you expect to see rather than what is there,
yep definitely toffee apples... *grin*
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Date: 2006-08-14 04:58 am (UTC)so did I,
David made vampires sexy for me especially the way he played with Michael which I am only now making the connection to with my slash writing *grin*