This is a list-christening snippet I wrote for the new Spenderfic list. It
also features Our Man Pendrell, so I thought you might enjoy. No spoilers
to speak
of. Rated PG13.

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EX LIBRIS
by Hal <prillalar@geocities.com>

Spender walked around the library, admiring the bound volumes
lining the shelves. He ran his finger along the spines and breathed
in the slightly dusty smell of paper before sitting in a creaking
leather chair.

The library wasn't new, but he'd recently had it organised and
re-decorated. He smiled a little, remembering the nice young man
who'd come to catalogue the books. And now he had a steady source
of new stories. No more scrambling around in out of the way
bookshops, pawing through piles and piles to find a mention of his
name.

Putting his feet up, he began to slide into a catnap. He stiffened
and grabbed his weapon when he heard the door creak. Pendrell
appeared through the stacks and Jeff relaxed.

"Jeez, Jeff, it's only me." Pendrell took the other chair. "I
haven't been here for a while -- busy with my move. I like what
you've done with the place."

"Thanks. Can't let you get ahead of me."

Pendrell raised his eyebrows. "And what do you mean by that?"

"Anything you can have, I can have." Spender sat up straighter.

"Don't you think it's a little soon to be so ambitious?" Pendrell
frowned a little. "Wait a bit, until you've matured as a fanfic
character."

Spender grinned. "I don't think I'm ambitious -- I've already got
everything you have."

"A fanatical champion?"

"Oh, yes." Spender leaned forward. "More fanatical than yours, I
think."

"That's a matter of opinion. Loyal fans who are in denial?"

"Check."

Pendrell pondered a moment. "A mailing list?"

"Brand spanking new." A look of chagrin passed over Spender's face.
"Uh... 'spanking' is just a figure of speech, by the way, in case
any authors are reading this."

"You'll get yours, I'm sure. An archive?"

"Yes, for a long time now."

"I have two." Pendrell didn't even try to hide his smirk. "But
you've never had hot sex with Krycek."

It was Spender's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Sure I have. Lots of
times."

"You have?" Pendrell flushed red. "You...you...if I weren't slashed
with you in so many stories already, I'd leave right now."

Spender wondered how he could have forgotten how cute Pendrell
looked when he got mad. "You know, we have been slashed in a lot of
stories."

Pendrell didn't answer.

Getting up, Spender crossed over and perched on the arm of
Pendrell's chair. "Hot stories." Pendrell looked away. "Like Shae
D'el. Like Armani." Putting a finger under his chin, Spender turned
Pendrell to face him. "Like this one."

"This one? Give me a break." Pendrell didn't quite succeed at
making his voice derisive. "I saw the author's name. I saw the PG13
rating."

"That's OK. It means we start in with a slow, lingering kiss,
building in intensity, then leave things up to each reader's
imagination." Spender ran the finger across Pendrell's mouth and up
over his cheekbone. "And you know what kind of imaginations these
readers have..."

Pendrell lifted his face. "OK, but I hope nobody shows this one
to--" The name was lost inside Spender's kiss, slow, lingering, and
building in intensity. They fit themselves together in the chair, a
sweet tangle of arms and legs and tightly pressing bodies.

The last page turned.

F I N I S


Halrloprillalar "Hal" prillalar@geocities.com
"Always two there are -- a master and an apprentice."
-- Yoda
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