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you walk into the room and there are these two posters on the blank wall to the right, and they're of Spike and Legolas, and the first time I walked into the room and saw them both up there I just stopped. dead. My jaw dropped, and I just wanted them slashed at a very high rating.

the goth, and some of the goth's friends, apparently agree with this assessment, having asked me once or twice to produce some Spike/Legolas porn. so, without further ado,

He wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up here, but having sharp wooden objects pointed squarely at his heart had always been something of a rush. So once the pair of them had exchanged pleasantries that were nothing of the sort, he had explained away his presence as the result of magic and the bowman had unstrung his arrow and tucked it smoothly back in the quiver, they had assessed each other in a different way.

They were both pretty in a strong and masculine way, though he was more vibrant, harsh and angular when compared to the subtle grace and ageless flow of his erstwhile attacker. Said attacker laid down his most obvious weapons, setting them neatly aside, and Spike let his coat slide off his shoulders and crumple at his feet in reply.

They both stripped efficiently, pausing for another assessing glance (admiring smooth pale skin covering toned frames, one shorter and more muscular, the other taller and leaner, both inhumanly attractive) before Legolas stepped forward and pressed the vampire back against the tree, dipping his head for a forceful kiss before dropping gracefully to his knees, hands tracing over the muscles of Spike’s chest and abdomen and ending on his hips, gripping them firmly. Spike, looking down at the long blond hair and elegantly arched spine, considered testing to see if the chip would recognise the elf as human, but decided against it. The hot mouth closing around his cock may have had something to do with that. He gasped, and slammed his head back against the trunk, trusting the elf’s sure hands to control him as he dug his own bitten nails under the splintering bark. One elegant hand cupped his balls, two long fingers tracing back along his perineum and pressing at his anus. The bright stars of this foreign world were blotted out by the colours flashing across his eyes as he gave in to the expert suction, stopped breathing, and came.

He didn’t remember to breathe again for several seconds, and when he did, he was facing the tree, two clever fingers scissoring inside him, forcing a gasp from him as they scraped across his prostate. The fingers withdrew, and a slick snub nudge at his entrance was the only warning Spike had before Legolas drove deep, slim cock pushing ecstatically far into him. The rhythm set was slow and forceful and drove Spike inexorably to another climax, followed shortly by the elf’s cry of completion. They separated, eventually, and Spike sank to the ground, turning to admire the ethereal beauty of the moonlit elf – unaware that Legolas was reciprocating the lustful thought.

Before the words could pass their lips, however, there was a swirling in the air, and Spike found himself pulled unceremoniously back to Sunnydale, where he attempted to explain why his clothes were several feet away from him. Legolas, alone, stared at the spot where the vampire had rested, then dressed, took up his bow, and continued his hunt.

I feel so accomplished. but the goth has not yet told me if she liked her present or not. so. hmm. I don't care, I needed to write it anyway. See, this is like, the third attempt, because before when I tried, they wouldn't damn well stop talking to each other, so in this one I just skipped the introductions and went straight for the sex. in a manner of speaking.

'k, stopping now, really really ought to go sleep.