I shipped these two so hard.
The night Anthony Head passed away Tumblr wouldn't allow me to post this fic:
(from back in my Livejournal days)
When The Monsters Go Away
Rocking, rocking, endlessly rocking, Xander moved with the large man above him in a smooth, graceful parody of a man making love to a woman. On his back, legs spread wide, pierced to the core, Xander was in the position of the woman. Which meant that he had turned out to be the useless fucking faggot his father always knew he would be. The constant scraping of his prostrate was driving him crazy and the sounds above him were frying his brain. He had kept his mouth clenched tight for fear of what might come out of it, something like ‘stop’ or ‘more’ or ‘I love you’ or ‘My gods why didn’t anyone tell me I could feel this way?’” But he was slack-jawed now, awestruck, whimpering. His eyes were clenched tight -- maybe, if he kept them closed, this wouldn’t really be happening, he wouldn’t really be here; his legs spread, his hands clenching the headboard, his impending orgasm threatening to blow the top of his head off, his lover above him making impossible demands…. “Open your eyes.”




















