Repossession, Throwing Shapes

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Claim: BtVS: Xander Harris
Title: Repossession
Author: Lazuli
Characters: Xander/Spike
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Length: Epic
Brief summary: There's something you should keep in mind when starting this story: It's 124 chapters. Think about how much angst and torture you'd put in an h/c fic of that length...and then double it. That's not a criticism, by the way; if it's not your thing, though, you should know that up front. This story's Xander has been away from Sunnydale for years, and grown up a lot. But he never completely moved on, as we see when a mute, injured, amnesiac Spike shows up practically at his door.
Link to the story: Repossession

Claim: BtVS: Xander Harris
Title: Throwing Shapes
Author: Anna S.
Characters: Xander/Spike
Prompt: Fandom Cliche
Rating: NC-17
Length: Epic
Brief summary: (Fandom Cliche: Amnesia) This story is...God, it's pretty. And even with amnesia, Spike and Xander are utterly, utterly themselves.
In the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital, Xander noticed for the first time how unusual looking Spike was, with his pale skin and penciled-on eyebrows. The blond-white shock of his hair might have branded him a Billy Idol wannabe, but who wanted to look like Billy Idol these days? Which assumed Xander knew when these days were, and he didn't really, but they felt post-Billy Idol. It was the kind of thing you just knew in your gut. Anyway, Spike didn't need to try and look like anyone else. He carried an exaggerated, cinematic air about him, like a movie bad-ass who'd taken a wrong turn and wound up in this very mundane hallway, and it was an air that had nothing to do with the expense of his clothes but everything to do with drama. The battered leather coat, scuffed ass-kicker boots, and threadbare jeans were a second skin, and the snaky line of his hips said he'd shed them in an instant and do nasty things to you, maybe with a knife, maybe just with his body.
Link to the story: Throwing Shapes