Title: In Times Of Joy And Sorrow
Disclaimer: Don't own or profit from them
Written for: open_on_sunday
Word count: 100
Prompt: Placebo (Song title: I Do)
The pain, the pull, the liquid pulse of pleasure. Right and wrong, yes and no, life and death, distilled and crystallized into a perfect whole.
Each time a little longer, a little deeper, a dance on the edge of a knife. Each time, a little slower to emerge, a little weaker when he does.
Spike's eyes are glassy, skin flushed a borrowed pink. Wet-dog head-shake, and his brow unfurls, fangs receding.
"Good?" Spike asks.
Then, softly, "Love me?"
And lower still, "Hate me?"
"Yes," Xander says, and all of it is true. "Spike, I do, I do."