BtVS, early season four.
Paring:  Spander
Rating/Warnings:  Adult/Solo, slash
Disclaimer: I hired a pack of ninjas to kidnap Joss; he was threatened with hot poker torture, chainsaws, and an exorcism. I now own all. Thank you. *Doctor's Note: Patient exhibits delusions of grandeur and any claims of ownership are pure fantasy. No harm is meant. Seriously, it's better than her throwing rocks at people.
Author's Note:  These connected drabbles were written for the community fanfic_fiesta

Dreaming in Color

by
Vinniebatman

Prompt 29: I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers./ Faces and darkness separate us over and over. ~ Sylvia Plath

Every morning, Xander wakes up aroused, achingly hard.  He wants someone, craves the touch of the lover from his dreams.  Arousal thrumming through his veins, he starts to jerk off.  Desperate, his only lubrication is the precum leaking from his cock.  He moans at flashes of memory, the feeling of fingers teasing, teeth nibbling.  He frantically searches his mind for images from his dreams.  There's a tongue against his skin, lips wrapped around his dick.  Eventually, the images fade.  But he comes, whimpering, remembering the feeling of being fucked by a man.

Prompt: 31. But tonight I'm watching every dream I have come true

A quick spell to remember dreams melts into chaos.  Buffy barks like a dog and Willow runs from Tara-frogs.  In his basement, Spike has Xander on his knees, ass in the air, fingers inside, slick and stretching.  He begs and moans, until Spike's cock is pushing in, then pounding in.  The crystal by the bed falls, spell broken.  Spike leans forward, growling in Xander's ear.

"Spell is over pet, time for your spanking."  

One smack and Xander comes with a keening wail.

Later, Spike fucks him again, smirking.  "Ready to apologize?" 

And Xander comes again, screaming.

The End

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