Ashes to Ashes, 5/30
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Grief and a kind of madness take Spike and Xander places they aren't sure they want to go....
A/N: Written for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 prompt # 6: inferiority Complex as well as tamingthemuse prompt #66: hue and cry.
Previous Chapters
“S-spike,” Xander moaned, hips twisting restlessly. “Need...more. Please, more…”
Spike stared down at the man lying on his bed. Xander was the perfect picture of need, and Spike wished for a camera to capture this intensely erotic image. The strong legs splayed open, hips pumping and leaking cock bouncing; the beauty of Xander’s body struck sparks inside him and he licked his lips as he realized all of it was for him.
All for him and he intended to have his fill. He didn’t know if Xander would come back. Hell, it was bloody likely Xander’d dust him for this after all was said and done.
If he was going to die for this, he was going to have his fun. Spike reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Nimble fingers threaded the cuffs through the decorative holes in the headboard, and with a soft snick, Xander was bound. Spike sat back on his haunches to admire the effect. The cuffs pulled Xander’s arms higher, stretching and defining the toned muscles in his arms. Xander arched upwards, back bowed slightly.
“Spike,” he panted, eyes opening in panic. “Let me…I can’t…”
“Ssh,” Spike soothed him, fingers trailing up Xander’s thighs. The crisp hairs rasped against his palms, tickling his fingers. Muscles danced and twitched, leaping under the light touch. “Told you, I’m taking.”
“Nooo,” Xander groaned, thrashing around in a futile effort to free himself.
“Oh yeah,” Spike replied huskily. “Wonder how long I could keep you here, laid out for me? How long till anyone missed you? Doubt there’d be much of a hue and cry. Scoobies are all scattered now, everyone off nursing their own pain. Could be days ‘til anyone bothers to check with old Spike, see if I’ve seen you.”
Xander subsided at those words, the taunts slashing open old wounds. He’d always been the least important, the one Buffy told to stay fray adjacent. Would anyone miss him? He shivered, wishing he could be certain that someone would come for him. But Spike had him dead to rights. He barely saw Willow these days and Anya would only notice him gone when she had to resort to self-service orgasms. He was her optional accessory.
“Poor boy,” Spike murmured, leaning down to nuzzle the thick nest of hair between Xander’s thighs. “Always second best, always second choice. Not tonight though, love. Tonight, I choose you.”
Spike’s cool tongue lapped delicately at satiny skin on Xander’s shaft, marveling again at the responsiveness of the flesh underneath him. Xander soaked up affection and attention like a sponge, seemed to feed on caresses the way Spike fed on blood and fear. It made his misery all the sweeter, coming so hard on the heels of his pleasure.
Spike continued to nip and lap at the engorged cock, all the while searching surreptitiously for the metal ring he kept beside the bed. Time to teach Xander about the thin line between pleasure and pain. His fingers bumped against the cock ring and he grabbed at it. Wiggling his tongue into the moist slit of Xander’s prick as a distraction, he slid the cock ring on and closed it.
The icy metal almost sizzled against Xander’s overheated flesh, and he gasped. Spike began to suck his cock, taking the throbbing flesh all the way into his throat. Xander came off the bed, feet flat and hips thrust upward. He could feel his orgasm building, sizzling low in his sac.
“Gonna cum,” he grunted and Spike shook his head, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh of Xander’s cock head.
The feeling swelled and crested, rushing over Xander like a flood. His cock pulsed, jerking and twitching inside the moist tightness of Spike’s mouth. Xander began to scream, a high-pitched wail that filled the tiny room. His vision blurred and then dimmed, his body incapable of processing any more than the intense sensations radiating out from his dick and controlling his body.
A deep popping sound broke the silence as Spike reluctantly pulled off of Xander’s still-erect cock. He smirked in satisfaction, lighting a cigarette as he lay next to Xander’s unconscious body. If that didn’t show him he was worthwhile, Spike wasn’t sure what would. He sighed, fingers trailing down Xander’s chest. One dry orgasm wouldn’t cure Xander of his feelings of worthlessness. Still, it had been fun trying. Chapter 6
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Grief and a kind of madness take Spike and Xander places they aren't sure they want to go....
A/N: Written for my
psych_30 prompt # 6: inferiority Complex as well as tamingthemuse prompt #66: hue and cry.Previous Chapters
“S-spike,” Xander moaned, hips twisting restlessly. “Need...more. Please, more…”
Spike stared down at the man lying on his bed. Xander was the perfect picture of need, and Spike wished for a camera to capture this intensely erotic image. The strong legs splayed open, hips pumping and leaking cock bouncing; the beauty of Xander’s body struck sparks inside him and he licked his lips as he realized all of it was for him.
All for him and he intended to have his fill. He didn’t know if Xander would come back. Hell, it was bloody likely Xander’d dust him for this after all was said and done.
If he was going to die for this, he was going to have his fun. Spike reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Nimble fingers threaded the cuffs through the decorative holes in the headboard, and with a soft snick, Xander was bound. Spike sat back on his haunches to admire the effect. The cuffs pulled Xander’s arms higher, stretching and defining the toned muscles in his arms. Xander arched upwards, back bowed slightly.
“Spike,” he panted, eyes opening in panic. “Let me…I can’t…”
“Ssh,” Spike soothed him, fingers trailing up Xander’s thighs. The crisp hairs rasped against his palms, tickling his fingers. Muscles danced and twitched, leaping under the light touch. “Told you, I’m taking.”
“Nooo,” Xander groaned, thrashing around in a futile effort to free himself.
“Oh yeah,” Spike replied huskily. “Wonder how long I could keep you here, laid out for me? How long till anyone missed you? Doubt there’d be much of a hue and cry. Scoobies are all scattered now, everyone off nursing their own pain. Could be days ‘til anyone bothers to check with old Spike, see if I’ve seen you.”
Xander subsided at those words, the taunts slashing open old wounds. He’d always been the least important, the one Buffy told to stay fray adjacent. Would anyone miss him? He shivered, wishing he could be certain that someone would come for him. But Spike had him dead to rights. He barely saw Willow these days and Anya would only notice him gone when she had to resort to self-service orgasms. He was her optional accessory.
“Poor boy,” Spike murmured, leaning down to nuzzle the thick nest of hair between Xander’s thighs. “Always second best, always second choice. Not tonight though, love. Tonight, I choose you.”
Spike’s cool tongue lapped delicately at satiny skin on Xander’s shaft, marveling again at the responsiveness of the flesh underneath him. Xander soaked up affection and attention like a sponge, seemed to feed on caresses the way Spike fed on blood and fear. It made his misery all the sweeter, coming so hard on the heels of his pleasure.
Spike continued to nip and lap at the engorged cock, all the while searching surreptitiously for the metal ring he kept beside the bed. Time to teach Xander about the thin line between pleasure and pain. His fingers bumped against the cock ring and he grabbed at it. Wiggling his tongue into the moist slit of Xander’s prick as a distraction, he slid the cock ring on and closed it.
The icy metal almost sizzled against Xander’s overheated flesh, and he gasped. Spike began to suck his cock, taking the throbbing flesh all the way into his throat. Xander came off the bed, feet flat and hips thrust upward. He could feel his orgasm building, sizzling low in his sac.
“Gonna cum,” he grunted and Spike shook his head, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh of Xander’s cock head.
The feeling swelled and crested, rushing over Xander like a flood. His cock pulsed, jerking and twitching inside the moist tightness of Spike’s mouth. Xander began to scream, a high-pitched wail that filled the tiny room. His vision blurred and then dimmed, his body incapable of processing any more than the intense sensations radiating out from his dick and controlling his body.
A deep popping sound broke the silence as Spike reluctantly pulled off of Xander’s still-erect cock. He smirked in satisfaction, lighting a cigarette as he lay next to Xander’s unconscious body. If that didn’t show him he was worthwhile, Spike wasn’t sure what would. He sighed, fingers trailing down Xander’s chest. One dry orgasm wouldn’t cure Xander of his feelings of worthlessness. Still, it had been fun trying. Chapter 6
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on 2007-10-28 06:55 am (UTC)Whimper! This is soooo good. More please? Soon please? Very soon please?
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on 2007-10-29 12:15 pm (UTC)So glad you keep updating this. I love your work! Besides, hot!!!!
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