All About Spike - Print Version
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Disclaimers: If they belonged to me, my collection would
be complete. *insert evil laughter*
Spoilers: General early 4th season-ness.
Ratings Note: NC-17
Summary: The trouble with humans...
Author's Note: Purely to distract the Spike.
It should be scary, being here like this. Spike is utterly
naked, gleaming white in the dark. Xander's got all his
clothes on, and just feels vulnerable and out of place.
Like the only reason he's not naked is because he's
scared to be.
But he's not. This is the part he knows. Spike half-hard
and growing, rapidly. His cock is massive, thick and
long. Something out of one of those inadequacy causing
pornos. And it's much too light in color to be this
hard. Roseate marble, almost, and waiting for
His mouth, his ass, whatever.
And even if Spike has 200 years of experience and
control, Xander has his own weapons. Naked hunger that
Spike seemingly can't help responding to and...
Plain, mortal heat. Wet and humid and searing to a
room-temperature vampire. Almost painful, so Spike
always hesitates, just a little, with the head of his
cock resting on Xander's lower lip. He breathes very
deliberately on it and Spike shudders. Openly.
Clear, thick drop of pre-come and Xander dives in to lap it
away. Breathing and sucking and holding before Spike is
ready. Hands on his shoulders rigidly still, like he's
trying to decide whether to pull Xander in further or
push him away.
This is the control Xander takes, just being human, being
soft- mouthed and hot and utterly beyond Spike's
hesitation. Fucking his mouth further and further down,
stretched and aching and cock hard and cock and mouth
both drooling for more.
"Ah... ah *shit*"
Spike's first helpless thrust, and the sound he makes, pained
and utterly needful and it's worth every twinge in his
jaw. The light- headedness of breathing only through
his nose, fast and ragged. Spike's hand in his hair
now, gripping and releasing. Whimpers from the other
pain, the one Spike can't control at all.
He has to be gentle, and Xander can feel every thought in
the tautness of his muscles, flexing ass and trembling
abdomen. He wants to pull out and he wants to fuck
Xander bloody. Wants to kill him to make it easier,
cooler and harder. Wants to rip the softness apart with
his cock and his fists and his cock again and Xander goes down another inch.
Eyes rolling back in his head, can't manage anything fancier
than the suck and hold. The groan of Xander's pain
traveling right up Spike's spine and he thrusts again.
Xander, looking up can see Spike shaking his head,
throwing it back, mouth open and denying it and thrusting. Slow, grinding pushes, so helpless and Xander needs to touch
himself so bad he groans again, and again. But he has
other plans for his cock and so he just.
Catching Spike just on the next thrust and it feels like a
freight train barreling down the tender flesh of his
throat, complete with iron wheels. So hard and thick
and cool. Warming up but still cool and. Ruthless.
Because there's nothing Spike can do now but fuck him. Hurt and
cry out and leak iron-tasting pre-come. Slicking the
way. Xander's throat like a good tight pussy and oh.
It's that image that always gets him makes him arch up,
tilt back, open so wide because yes. Pussy... had to
get fucked so good.
Not letting Spike escape, fingers digging into the globes of
his ass holding and pulling Spike faster, harder. So
afraid of the pain, the ricochet of hurting Xander but
oh. That's exactly what he wants. Wants the pain, wants
the ricochet even more and *yes*. He's yelling now,
voice bouncing and bouncing off the marble crypt walls and *this*.
This is taking it. Nobody's giving him this, he's taking it
all, Spike just this superman style thick rod. And he's
melting it right down, taking it and using and
swallowing it all down. Going numb and this is the
part... the pressure. The one he knows he'll feel, and be suspiciously hoarse the next day. But *yes*. Groaning again and
he's creaming all over the inside of his
Fucking at air and sucking and digging in and pulling and
pulling and Spike comes with this... this fucking roar.
Pumping the first jet down Xander's throat then yanking
himself away, staggering, one hand grasping his head,
the other pumping helplessly at his jetting cock.
Falls to his knees, sucking in big, irregular gulps of
Just to moan.
"You *fucker*." Spat out and Spike's still blinking it away,
heaving a bit and oh fuck yes. Spike's bitten his lip
bloody and is lapping it up and Xander lunges. Grabs
Spike's head and frees himself from his clothes and
No plan, no torture, no control at all because Spike is wincing
from the heat *and* swallowing convulsively and Xander
can only hold on and ride it out. Fucking the cool.
Fucking away all the cool and leaving his own reluctant
softness to just... swallow him down.
And now Spike's the one holding on, the one sucking and licking
and swallowing and oh fuck *teeth* and Spike groans and
tries to shake his head and pull off but Xander just
holds on and follows him down and fucks
Comes half-braced on the floor, straddling Spike's chest and
screwing down and down and scratching at his own
nipples and "fuck *Spike* yes fuck oh fuck yes
And Spike swallows it all down, sucks *almost* hard enough to
hurt before shoving Xander off.
And they stay there, silent and recovering, until Xander can
stand again. Rub at his throat. Meet Spike's look.
Which is... angry and smirking and hungry and...
And Xander knows his own look is just as fucked.
And as he walks out Spike grabs him by the arm and pulls him
in. Looks and *just* looks, mouth open and eyes too
close, too hard to read and Xander can smell his own
come and vampire blood and breaks away
Before he can do anything stupider.