Home Is Where The Heart Is
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lady_windermereI got my baby beta-ed! I'm so happy, anyway I posted this when I first came to lj, but only on my own site, so some people may not have seen it before. Yes the first fic I tried was an X-over with LotR, but I so love these two characters!
I got my baby a nomination! So it has it's own button now. :-)
Title: Home Is Where the Heart Is
Author: woman_of_
Word count: 1,832
Genre: M/M
Pairings/Characters: Legolas/Spike
Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M relationship. A bit of Smut. Crossover, style formal mainly.
Notes: Just a little something that would not leave me alone, since I thought of the pairing and came up with the plot bunny.
Acknowledgments: Everyone who gave me support on yahoo group, lj. Especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prettypotato for the fantastic Beta!
Summary: Legolas finds himself in Spike’s world. How does he cope on Earth?
Legolas stirred. He had been looking at a book filled with pictures of forests. This world had some lovely forests he would like to visit, like the South American Rain Forest. If the stories he had heard were true, the humans were wantonly burning down these beautiful trees. He had managed to take Spike into a forest, with a sturdy sun blocking tent. He had assured Spike that the canopy of the trees would protect him from the sun, but Spike did not chance it, and stayed in the tent until the sun went down.
This world mystified him. When the portal opened, dragging him from Middle-Earth into this dark polluted world, the only comfort he had found was his lover. Thinking about Spike made him smile. Vampires - he was not used to them, either; Middle-Earth had no such creatures. They drank blood, Legolas shivered, grimacing. He had insisted they have two fridges; he did not want blood to spill onto his honey and oat biscuits.
He reached over for his bow and arrows, his weapons of choice. He could not freely carry them here, and even had to conceal his knife. This world was indeed strange - violent, too, but tried to hide it behind rules and civilised behaviour.
Spike had been in his life since he arrived. He had gone through the portal to find Spike at the other end, enchanted by his high cheekbones, slim muscular build and fanciful speech. He had to admit that to an elf from Middle-Earth, Spike was quite short at 5’10”, but when he had told Spike he was an elf, he had laughed.
It seemed elves on this world were different. They did inhabit forests, but were small, and rather, well, wimpy. He could not see them holding their own against a leaf, let alone the massed armies of Morgul.
Spike thrived on city life, fighting, blood and sex. Legolas sighed. He, too, enjoyed fighting, but not without his bow and arrows, and not as much as on Middle-Earth. Spike had taken him to an archery range, but the unmoving ringed targets were no challenge. They had hunted demons that dwelled in the forest, but Legolas wanted out of the city.
Spike was a city man; he had explained that when he was human he lived in a large city, and that was where he felt at home. Legolas did not understand how Spike could have been human, then, at twenty-three, became a vampire. Spike had explained this to him one morning, curled up in bed after they had made love, but he still did not understand. The whole draining of the human, the exchange of blood letting the demon in ... it was beyond Legolas’ understanding.
Spike had a soul, which made him different from other demons. He was a good man who defended humans, and protected them. Legolas often made Spike tell him of his trials to gain his soul back. But, he had to promise to comply to any demands the vampire had. The demands were usually enjoyable, so Legolas often shared his body with his lover in anticipation of orgasmic bliss.
Legolas had not allowed Spike to bite him. Spike had promised it would make his orgasm even more intense, and had explained that humans went to certain venues to allow vampires to bite them, but the whole idea repelled Legolas. Spike seemed excited at the idea of tasting elf blood, and had assured Legolas he would only take a little. Legolas refused and was assured that Spike would not force himself on him; he was sure Spike was a caring lover. They often took their time, completing each other as much as possible. When either needed an outlet for more forceful fucking the other would give as good as they got - they were strong, ardent and physical.
Legolas opened the window. The city smog caused him to bathe or shower four times a day, and Spike laughed at him because of this. Spike had bought him body lotions so that his skin would not dry out, and had laughed even more at the elf’s preference for baby lotions. He had taken to calling Legolas ‘his baby’ more than other endearments, even ‘Legs’. At home, Spike had insisted on singing a song he said was by someone called ZZ Top. Legolas was sure he knew how to use his legs, and did not understand the attraction Spike felt for the song, or how it related to himself.
“How is my baby, I always get the brooders, at least you are tall, slim and fair. Still handsome tho’,” Spike called from the door.
“Spike, my love, how did you get on? Did we get the money?” Legolas asked.
“Right here,” the vampire replied. “Want to go out? Cinema, shopping ... anything you fancy.” Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“In good time, my fair Spike. I wanted to ask you something.” Legolas crossed his legs demurely.
“Just going to feed, luv,” Spike went into the kitchen, knowing Legolas did not like to see him feed. It was something they had to work on.
Legolas readied himself for an outburst of enraged vampire. He was going to ask Spike if they could move into the country, somewhere surrounded by trees. They had made quite a bit of money; Legolas’ talent with wood had helped. He crafted intricate designs on chairs, tables and bookcases. The humans had called it art, and paid well for his work. The country would be better for his carving of wood; it was more tranquil. The city bustle upset his concentration. They had the money now to get a pleasant abode. He closed his eyes to picture it.
“Bring me some of the chocolate, the one with nuts in them.” Legolas called.
“Always like your nuts, baby.” Spike’s double-meaning was lost on Legolas. He shrugged and sat down.
“Do you not want hot chocolate with the little marshmallows, my fair one? We can both have some.” Legolas knew that the hot sweet drink comforted Spike, and he wanted him relaxed.
“If you want a sweet drink, bloody make it yourself,” Spike ranted, but seeing Legolas’ pained expression, Spike got up and made the drink.
Legolas assembled the papers he had collected. It had taken some time to learn how to use a computer, the technology of this world was alien to him, but he had managed. He found some acceptable abodes, and was ready to convince Spike that one of these houses would be more suitable for them.
Spike returned with the drinks. He took a sip and spied the papers.
“Been on the Internet again? You're getting to be quite the computer whiz.” Spike picked up the papers and leafed through them, a frown marring his exquisite features.
“We cannot move into the country, Legolas. I need to be here in the city to fight the demons and protect defenceless humans. It’s what I get paid for.” Spike tried to keep calm; he knew Legs pined for a forest home.
“I need nature and greenery for my work, Spike. I am earning more than you now. My work is acclaimed as art, and sells for high prices.” Legolas said, equally calm.
“You don’t understand. I was a merciless demon for one hundred and twenty years. I have to help people to calm my soul. My soul does not want the guilt that it feels for what my demon did. I have to try and help people.” Spike sighed, sinking onto the couch beside him.
“You can help people in the country, Spike. The fresh air and calmness would be good for your soul as well,” Legolas reasoned.
“Demons are attracted to highly populated areas, like cities. This is where they hunt.”
Legolas considered. He still had one trump card up his sleeve, and he was sure it was an ace. He smiled. Spike taught him poker and he had picked up some poker terminology, or maybe it was some other card game he had been taught. He rubbed himself against Spike, his hand on his crotch, feeling him harden.
“You are trying to seduce me, but it will not work. I may be a passionate, even sensual vampire, but my brain is not between my legs, Legs.” Spike moaned as Legolas unzipped his jeans, teasing his hardened length with his fingers.
“Take me, Spike. Let me feel you inside me,” Legolas murmured into Spike’s ear.
Spike drew back to admire his lover. They were equals, but sometimes one of them just needed to feel the other inside of them. If that was what Legolas wanted, Spike would oblige.
Legolas liked natural fabrics. He also preferred browns and greens. He was dressed in brown cotton trousers and a green silk shirt. His feet were bare, and his long blonde hair was thrown back over his shoulders. He looked like a male siren ready to lure Spike to a second death with sexual longing.
Quickly taking off his boots and T-shirt, Spike was already unfastened and slipped out of his jeans. He slowly unpeeled Legolas from his clothing and found him hard as well.
Legolas lay prostate on the bed. Spike’s demon growled at the sight of the elf in a subordinate position; he lifted his legs up to his shoulders. “Yeah, Legs, you sure know how to use them.”
Moving towards the bedside cabinet, Spike took out the pine scented lube. He lubed up a finger and gently pushed it into Legolas. It seemed to Spike that Legolas’ whole rectum was as sensitive as his prostate gland. He had wanted to take his time, but Legolas was demanding more, quicker, and harder from him. Spike’s heart sang at his lover’s demands to feel his body. He complied, lubed himself up, then entered Legolas.
Feeling the heat from Legolas, Spike soon found a steady, firm rhythm, hitting the prostate gland with his cock. Legolas thrashed about on the bed, enjoying Spike’s attention to detail. They both had stamina and could continue like this for hours, and Legolas knew exactly where to touch Spike so he would come quicker, but not now. He wanted to enjoy the intense feeling singing throughout his body. Spike arched his back, letting out a long moan, and Legolas seized his chance, whispering so that only enhanced vampire senses could hear, “Bite me, Spike.”
Spike did not need to be asked twice. Shifting into game face, Legolas offered his neck, and Spike bit as gently as he could. The sweet, heady, strong taste of elf blood filled his mouth, and he exploded, his face a mask of ecstasy. He pulled them both together to lie side by side on the bed, holding Legolas close to him. He was speechless; nothing could compare to the blood in his mouth which he savoured.
“Can we move to the forest? I shall often give you my blood to drink,” Legolas asked, sleepily. Spike merely nodded yes.
May do more of the boys, just for my own peace of mind!
I got my baby a nomination! So it has it's own button now. :-)
Title: Home Is Where the Heart Is
Author: woman_of_
Word count: 1,832
Genre: M/M
Pairings/Characters: Legolas/Spike
Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M relationship. A bit of Smut. Crossover, style formal mainly.
Notes: Just a little something that would not leave me alone, since I thought of the pairing and came up with the plot bunny.
Acknowledgments: Everyone who gave me support on yahoo group, lj. Especially
prettypotato for the fantastic Beta!Summary: Legolas finds himself in Spike’s world. How does he cope on Earth?
Legolas stirred. He had been looking at a book filled with pictures of forests. This world had some lovely forests he would like to visit, like the South American Rain Forest. If the stories he had heard were true, the humans were wantonly burning down these beautiful trees. He had managed to take Spike into a forest, with a sturdy sun blocking tent. He had assured Spike that the canopy of the trees would protect him from the sun, but Spike did not chance it, and stayed in the tent until the sun went down.
This world mystified him. When the portal opened, dragging him from Middle-Earth into this dark polluted world, the only comfort he had found was his lover. Thinking about Spike made him smile. Vampires - he was not used to them, either; Middle-Earth had no such creatures. They drank blood, Legolas shivered, grimacing. He had insisted they have two fridges; he did not want blood to spill onto his honey and oat biscuits.
He reached over for his bow and arrows, his weapons of choice. He could not freely carry them here, and even had to conceal his knife. This world was indeed strange - violent, too, but tried to hide it behind rules and civilised behaviour.
Spike had been in his life since he arrived. He had gone through the portal to find Spike at the other end, enchanted by his high cheekbones, slim muscular build and fanciful speech. He had to admit that to an elf from Middle-Earth, Spike was quite short at 5’10”, but when he had told Spike he was an elf, he had laughed.
It seemed elves on this world were different. They did inhabit forests, but were small, and rather, well, wimpy. He could not see them holding their own against a leaf, let alone the massed armies of Morgul.
Spike thrived on city life, fighting, blood and sex. Legolas sighed. He, too, enjoyed fighting, but not without his bow and arrows, and not as much as on Middle-Earth. Spike had taken him to an archery range, but the unmoving ringed targets were no challenge. They had hunted demons that dwelled in the forest, but Legolas wanted out of the city.
Spike was a city man; he had explained that when he was human he lived in a large city, and that was where he felt at home. Legolas did not understand how Spike could have been human, then, at twenty-three, became a vampire. Spike had explained this to him one morning, curled up in bed after they had made love, but he still did not understand. The whole draining of the human, the exchange of blood letting the demon in ... it was beyond Legolas’ understanding.
Spike had a soul, which made him different from other demons. He was a good man who defended humans, and protected them. Legolas often made Spike tell him of his trials to gain his soul back. But, he had to promise to comply to any demands the vampire had. The demands were usually enjoyable, so Legolas often shared his body with his lover in anticipation of orgasmic bliss.
Legolas had not allowed Spike to bite him. Spike had promised it would make his orgasm even more intense, and had explained that humans went to certain venues to allow vampires to bite them, but the whole idea repelled Legolas. Spike seemed excited at the idea of tasting elf blood, and had assured Legolas he would only take a little. Legolas refused and was assured that Spike would not force himself on him; he was sure Spike was a caring lover. They often took their time, completing each other as much as possible. When either needed an outlet for more forceful fucking the other would give as good as they got - they were strong, ardent and physical.
Legolas opened the window. The city smog caused him to bathe or shower four times a day, and Spike laughed at him because of this. Spike had bought him body lotions so that his skin would not dry out, and had laughed even more at the elf’s preference for baby lotions. He had taken to calling Legolas ‘his baby’ more than other endearments, even ‘Legs’. At home, Spike had insisted on singing a song he said was by someone called ZZ Top. Legolas was sure he knew how to use his legs, and did not understand the attraction Spike felt for the song, or how it related to himself.
“How is my baby, I always get the brooders, at least you are tall, slim and fair. Still handsome tho’,” Spike called from the door.
“Spike, my love, how did you get on? Did we get the money?” Legolas asked.
“Right here,” the vampire replied. “Want to go out? Cinema, shopping ... anything you fancy.” Spike raised an eyebrow suggestively.
“In good time, my fair Spike. I wanted to ask you something.” Legolas crossed his legs demurely.
“Just going to feed, luv,” Spike went into the kitchen, knowing Legolas did not like to see him feed. It was something they had to work on.
Legolas readied himself for an outburst of enraged vampire. He was going to ask Spike if they could move into the country, somewhere surrounded by trees. They had made quite a bit of money; Legolas’ talent with wood had helped. He crafted intricate designs on chairs, tables and bookcases. The humans had called it art, and paid well for his work. The country would be better for his carving of wood; it was more tranquil. The city bustle upset his concentration. They had the money now to get a pleasant abode. He closed his eyes to picture it.
“Bring me some of the chocolate, the one with nuts in them.” Legolas called.
“Always like your nuts, baby.” Spike’s double-meaning was lost on Legolas. He shrugged and sat down.
“Do you not want hot chocolate with the little marshmallows, my fair one? We can both have some.” Legolas knew that the hot sweet drink comforted Spike, and he wanted him relaxed.
“If you want a sweet drink, bloody make it yourself,” Spike ranted, but seeing Legolas’ pained expression, Spike got up and made the drink.
Legolas assembled the papers he had collected. It had taken some time to learn how to use a computer, the technology of this world was alien to him, but he had managed. He found some acceptable abodes, and was ready to convince Spike that one of these houses would be more suitable for them.
Spike returned with the drinks. He took a sip and spied the papers.
“Been on the Internet again? You're getting to be quite the computer whiz.” Spike picked up the papers and leafed through them, a frown marring his exquisite features.
“We cannot move into the country, Legolas. I need to be here in the city to fight the demons and protect defenceless humans. It’s what I get paid for.” Spike tried to keep calm; he knew Legs pined for a forest home.
“I need nature and greenery for my work, Spike. I am earning more than you now. My work is acclaimed as art, and sells for high prices.” Legolas said, equally calm.
“You don’t understand. I was a merciless demon for one hundred and twenty years. I have to help people to calm my soul. My soul does not want the guilt that it feels for what my demon did. I have to try and help people.” Spike sighed, sinking onto the couch beside him.
“You can help people in the country, Spike. The fresh air and calmness would be good for your soul as well,” Legolas reasoned.
“Demons are attracted to highly populated areas, like cities. This is where they hunt.”
Legolas considered. He still had one trump card up his sleeve, and he was sure it was an ace. He smiled. Spike taught him poker and he had picked up some poker terminology, or maybe it was some other card game he had been taught. He rubbed himself against Spike, his hand on his crotch, feeling him harden.
“You are trying to seduce me, but it will not work. I may be a passionate, even sensual vampire, but my brain is not between my legs, Legs.” Spike moaned as Legolas unzipped his jeans, teasing his hardened length with his fingers.
“Take me, Spike. Let me feel you inside me,” Legolas murmured into Spike’s ear.
Spike drew back to admire his lover. They were equals, but sometimes one of them just needed to feel the other inside of them. If that was what Legolas wanted, Spike would oblige.
Legolas liked natural fabrics. He also preferred browns and greens. He was dressed in brown cotton trousers and a green silk shirt. His feet were bare, and his long blonde hair was thrown back over his shoulders. He looked like a male siren ready to lure Spike to a second death with sexual longing.
Quickly taking off his boots and T-shirt, Spike was already unfastened and slipped out of his jeans. He slowly unpeeled Legolas from his clothing and found him hard as well.
Legolas lay prostate on the bed. Spike’s demon growled at the sight of the elf in a subordinate position; he lifted his legs up to his shoulders. “Yeah, Legs, you sure know how to use them.”
Moving towards the bedside cabinet, Spike took out the pine scented lube. He lubed up a finger and gently pushed it into Legolas. It seemed to Spike that Legolas’ whole rectum was as sensitive as his prostate gland. He had wanted to take his time, but Legolas was demanding more, quicker, and harder from him. Spike’s heart sang at his lover’s demands to feel his body. He complied, lubed himself up, then entered Legolas.
Feeling the heat from Legolas, Spike soon found a steady, firm rhythm, hitting the prostate gland with his cock. Legolas thrashed about on the bed, enjoying Spike’s attention to detail. They both had stamina and could continue like this for hours, and Legolas knew exactly where to touch Spike so he would come quicker, but not now. He wanted to enjoy the intense feeling singing throughout his body. Spike arched his back, letting out a long moan, and Legolas seized his chance, whispering so that only enhanced vampire senses could hear, “Bite me, Spike.”
Spike did not need to be asked twice. Shifting into game face, Legolas offered his neck, and Spike bit as gently as he could. The sweet, heady, strong taste of elf blood filled his mouth, and he exploded, his face a mask of ecstasy. He pulled them both together to lie side by side on the bed, holding Legolas close to him. He was speechless; nothing could compare to the blood in his mouth which he savoured.
“Can we move to the forest? I shall often give you my blood to drink,” Legolas asked, sleepily. Spike merely nodded yes.
May do more of the boys, just for my own peace of mind!
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Date: 2006-09-02 12:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-02 01:21 am (UTC)The crazy workings of my brain I guess :-)
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Date: 2007-01-21 11:55 pm (UTC)That was brilliant! I love it! Crossovers rule!
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Date: 2007-08-20 10:21 am (UTC)Thank You, this one is my baby, first story I wrote. I know I am crazy, first story and an Xover.
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Date: 2009-03-02 07:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-02 09:36 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-03-03 07:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-03 08:02 am (UTC)*hug*