Oh dude, this is bloody wonderful. Despite the ew-hetness of the pairing, there's a certain queerness to Spike that makes the whole thing not quite straight, which I like. Maybe it's lines like this: He likes to give it about a count of ten, with a girl, before he slips the tongue in. Implying he does something different with a boy.

This line, as well, I love: Explodes at last, empties his load into her with a force fit to catalyse a shift in interdimensional plasma dynamics all over again.

But then it's no secret that I love everything you write. So I am rather happy to see you writing again, but don't want to say so for fear of jinxing something. I live in hope, always, of more.