Ashes to Ashes, 3/30
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
A/N: Written for prompt # 12 on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 table: Collective Unconscious. For a further explanation of the concept, a very good explanation can be found here.
Spike twined his fingers through Xander’s, shepherding him into the lower level of the crypt. A single candle flickered in the far corner, struggling to cast a feeble glow in the dark room. Spike stepped back and looked at Xander.
“Lamb to the slaughter,” he crooned, honey sweet. “Will you embrace your demons, I wonder?”
Xander finally lifted his eyes to stare at Spike. In the shadows, Xander’s eyes were near black and fathomless. He nodded once, grave and slow. Rough hands moved jerkily towards his clothing, then dropped abruptly at Spike’s warning hiss.
“Oh no, my lovely lamb,” Spike told him. “I want you in the light. That’s where heroes belong, innit? Bathed in brightest sunlight, removed from the terrors found in dark corners.”
Xander shrugged, still unwilling to commit to words. He obeyed, striding over to stand in the stark relief provided by the single candle. As the shadows melted from his body, Spike sighed.
“Strip,” the blonde commanded.
Xander’s hands traveled up his body, tugging gracelessly at the oversized t-shirt he wore. He pulled it off, dropping it at his feet. He toed off his sneakers as his fumbled with his zipper. The snick of the teeth unclasping blasted through the silence. Xander flinched at the noise, his jeans falling off his hips of their own accord.
Spike stared from the safety of the shadows. The boy had grown-up when he wasn’t looking, all nicely muscled and firm. The pretty cock between his legs glistened in the candlelight, quivering with the rush of blood Spike could hear from across the room.
“Touch yourself,” Spike rasped as he pressed the heel of his hand against his own erection, relishing the slight pain from the pressure. “Show me how it’s done, little lamb.”
Xander wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, tugging upwards slowly. His thumb swiped the moist crown and he jerked, overcome by the sensation. His other hand reached down to tugging at his full sac, kneading and cradling the heavy globes.
“You still dream about her, don’t you?” Spike questioned, eyes fixed on Xander’s busy hands. “Dream of saving her, being quicker or stronger. White knight rushing in to save lady fair.”
Xander shook his head, eyes closing as his hand sped up. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his face. He shook his head again, face tensing as his body tensed.
“Ah-ah, pet,” Spike chided softly. “Don’t be in such a hurry to reach the finish, yeah? Slow down and take your time.”
Xander trembled, hand instantly changing to a slower tempo. He whimpered, biting his full lower lip. He slid his hand up his body, pinching and rolling his tightly budded nipples.
“There’s a good boy,” Spike encouraged. “Such a sweet treat for the Big Bad. Never though you’d be the one to come lie down in the dark with me. I’ve seen you, staring at me, eyes hungry. Is it evil you’re craving, or me?”
Xander nodded, still refusing to speak. Spike held all the words here. In the light, he didn’t know what to do or what to say. The light stripped him of his mask, dug into his raw flesh and ate at his wounds.
A cooler, smaller hand covered his and Xander moaned, low in his throat. This was animal, pure and simple. No need for thought or words when bodies took over.
“I’ll give you what you crave,” Spike murmured in his ear. “All you have to do is surrender.”
Xander shuddered, hot rushes of semen pulsing out onto his belly. Surrender was exactly what he craved, what haunted his dreams. Nights of furious jacking off to dreams of pain, and submission, of animal want and inhuman need.
Spike’s fingers traced his lips, covering them in cooling spunk. Xander licked eagerly at the salty fluid, sucking the jism coated fingers deep into his mouth. Spike laughed roughly, pulling Xander gratefully into the cool dark.
“So sweet,” Spike whispered huskily. “I can’t wait to see what other little nasties are running around that psyche of yours, pet.” Chapter 4
Rating: NC-17 overall
A/N: Written for prompt # 12 on my
psych_30 table: Collective Unconscious. For a further explanation of the concept, a very good explanation can be found here. Spike twined his fingers through Xander’s, shepherding him into the lower level of the crypt. A single candle flickered in the far corner, struggling to cast a feeble glow in the dark room. Spike stepped back and looked at Xander.
“Lamb to the slaughter,” he crooned, honey sweet. “Will you embrace your demons, I wonder?”
Xander finally lifted his eyes to stare at Spike. In the shadows, Xander’s eyes were near black and fathomless. He nodded once, grave and slow. Rough hands moved jerkily towards his clothing, then dropped abruptly at Spike’s warning hiss.
“Oh no, my lovely lamb,” Spike told him. “I want you in the light. That’s where heroes belong, innit? Bathed in brightest sunlight, removed from the terrors found in dark corners.”
Xander shrugged, still unwilling to commit to words. He obeyed, striding over to stand in the stark relief provided by the single candle. As the shadows melted from his body, Spike sighed.
“Strip,” the blonde commanded.
Xander’s hands traveled up his body, tugging gracelessly at the oversized t-shirt he wore. He pulled it off, dropping it at his feet. He toed off his sneakers as his fumbled with his zipper. The snick of the teeth unclasping blasted through the silence. Xander flinched at the noise, his jeans falling off his hips of their own accord.
Spike stared from the safety of the shadows. The boy had grown-up when he wasn’t looking, all nicely muscled and firm. The pretty cock between his legs glistened in the candlelight, quivering with the rush of blood Spike could hear from across the room.
“Touch yourself,” Spike rasped as he pressed the heel of his hand against his own erection, relishing the slight pain from the pressure. “Show me how it’s done, little lamb.”
Xander wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, tugging upwards slowly. His thumb swiped the moist crown and he jerked, overcome by the sensation. His other hand reached down to tugging at his full sac, kneading and cradling the heavy globes.
“You still dream about her, don’t you?” Spike questioned, eyes fixed on Xander’s busy hands. “Dream of saving her, being quicker or stronger. White knight rushing in to save lady fair.”
Xander shook his head, eyes closing as his hand sped up. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his face. He shook his head again, face tensing as his body tensed.
“Ah-ah, pet,” Spike chided softly. “Don’t be in such a hurry to reach the finish, yeah? Slow down and take your time.”
Xander trembled, hand instantly changing to a slower tempo. He whimpered, biting his full lower lip. He slid his hand up his body, pinching and rolling his tightly budded nipples.
“There’s a good boy,” Spike encouraged. “Such a sweet treat for the Big Bad. Never though you’d be the one to come lie down in the dark with me. I’ve seen you, staring at me, eyes hungry. Is it evil you’re craving, or me?”
Xander nodded, still refusing to speak. Spike held all the words here. In the light, he didn’t know what to do or what to say. The light stripped him of his mask, dug into his raw flesh and ate at his wounds.
A cooler, smaller hand covered his and Xander moaned, low in his throat. This was animal, pure and simple. No need for thought or words when bodies took over.
“I’ll give you what you crave,” Spike murmured in his ear. “All you have to do is surrender.”
Xander shuddered, hot rushes of semen pulsing out onto his belly. Surrender was exactly what he craved, what haunted his dreams. Nights of furious jacking off to dreams of pain, and submission, of animal want and inhuman need.
Spike’s fingers traced his lips, covering them in cooling spunk. Xander licked eagerly at the salty fluid, sucking the jism coated fingers deep into his mouth. Spike laughed roughly, pulling Xander gratefully into the cool dark.
“So sweet,” Spike whispered huskily. “I can’t wait to see what other little nasties are running around that psyche of yours, pet.” Chapter 4
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on 2007-09-20 06:16 am (UTC)Yeah, baby!
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on 2007-09-20 04:03 pm (UTC)Shakatany
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on 2007-09-20 10:09 pm (UTC)*Mwah*
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on 2007-09-21 04:02 am (UTC)I really like it.
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on 2008-09-23 02:47 pm (UTC)I like his inability to speak, his silences.
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