Ashes to Ashes, 7/30
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
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 prompt number 4: Ego/Id on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 table. Also written for tamingthemuse prompt number 70: arcane
Previous Chapters
Xander stared hazily at Spike, lust cramping his belly and fogging his mind. As the summer wore on, he saw more and more of the Spike he remembered. This wasn’t Dawn’s gentle protector, who held a crying teenager and soothed her nightmares. This was a demon, hungry and demanding.
“Why are you here,” Xander asked quietly. He could here the tremble in his voice and he hated it, hated the fear that was building inside him.
Spike cocked his head, eyes narrowing. A possessive hand snaked down Xander’s torso and wrapped around his cock. Xander shivered, the fear toppling and crashing into misery. Somehow, he’d hoped to for a different answer, a better one.
“My dick,” Xander spat. “I should have known. Is there something in the water? I mean, seriously, is there? If there’s not, then I think I should get some kind of compensation for all the whoring I’m doing. Christ, between you and Anya I could be making a tidy living.”
Spike snarled, his face sliding and shifting to the ridges and fangs of his demon. Xander smiled, almost perversely glad to be proven right. This was Spike, the real Spike, he was facing and that was easy. He couldn’t handle the one who tried to be a better man, who cared and seemed to love. Demons were different, easier, simpler in some ways.
“You think that’s what this is,” Spike questioned him softly. “Think I’d bother with some human just because he has a pretty face or a nice prick?”
“Yeah,” Xander answered honestly. “I think you would. Of course, now that you can’t make me your midnight snack, maybe you don’t know how to end it. I’ll save you the trouble.”
Xander pushed Spike away, or tried to. The vampire didn’t budge. Xander tried again, but Spike merely tightened his hold. He leaned in and Xander could feel electric sparks fly across his skin as those bony ridges brushed across his cheek.
“Not going to end it,” Spike whispered. “I want you, Xander. The feel of your skin under my hands, the bulge and flex of your muscles when I slide into you, the sweet way you moan when I kiss you…I want it all. Want to take you, keep you, fuck you.”
Xander whimpered slightly. He could feel it, everything Spike was saying somehow translating into actual physical sensations. He closed his eyes, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. He wanted more, needed it.
“This is how a demon loves,” Spike continued, pushing a finger into Xander’s mouth. “There’s no sweet words here, Xander. No fancy promises or gilded lies. Nothing more arcane than want, take, have. You think that’s simple, don’t you?”
Xander nodded, mouth sucking eagerly on the slim finger. It was simple, maybe too simple. Just this, skin on skin and want? That wasn’t love, no matter what Spike called it.
“Nothing simple about me,” Spike growled in Xander’s ear, his free hand stroking Xander’s thick cock. “Nothing easy about what I want. I’ll take everything I can get, and a little you won’t want to give me. Pretty boy, so scared of his own wants. Let me show you how good it can be. I want your hurt, your pain. I’ll give it and take it away. My demon’s right here, where you can see it. No catches, no hidden meanings. Not like you humans, who hide your demons away in the dark and spout bloody rubbish about souls. Everyone has a demon, pet. Even you.”
Xander moaned breathlessly as Spike removed his finger, and when the cool air hit his warm flesh, his hips bucked forward. Spike trailed the moist finger around the swollen mushroom head, leaning in to lap at the clear bubble of pre-come that sat like a jewel on the top of Xander’s cock. That simple touch sent Xander over the edge, and Spike hissed at the hot drops of come splattered over his face.
Xander was shaking, his knees almost too weak to support his weight. He looked down to see Spike kneeling in front of him, face painted in white stripes. Even covered in jizz, Spike looked strong and arrogant. This was a warrior painted to do battle, not a man pleasing his lover.
“Lover,” Xander murmured. “You’re my lover.”
“No,” Spike corrected him, leaping to his feet. “You’re mine. When you’re ready for that, you know where to find me. I won’t play push me, pull me with you, Xander. Had enough of that rubbish to last an entire unlife.”
He strode off, secure in the knowledge that he’d see Xander soon enough. He hadn’t lied about Xander having a demon. He’d seen them, fought them. But only Xander could land the killing blow. Spike smirked to himself. He fancied Xander would make short work of those pesky inner demons. Chapter 8
Rating: NC-17 overall
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 prompt number 4: Ego/Id on my
psych_30 table. Also written for tamingthemuse prompt number 70: arcanePrevious Chapters
Xander stared hazily at Spike, lust cramping his belly and fogging his mind. As the summer wore on, he saw more and more of the Spike he remembered. This wasn’t Dawn’s gentle protector, who held a crying teenager and soothed her nightmares. This was a demon, hungry and demanding.
“Why are you here,” Xander asked quietly. He could here the tremble in his voice and he hated it, hated the fear that was building inside him.
Spike cocked his head, eyes narrowing. A possessive hand snaked down Xander’s torso and wrapped around his cock. Xander shivered, the fear toppling and crashing into misery. Somehow, he’d hoped to for a different answer, a better one.
“My dick,” Xander spat. “I should have known. Is there something in the water? I mean, seriously, is there? If there’s not, then I think I should get some kind of compensation for all the whoring I’m doing. Christ, between you and Anya I could be making a tidy living.”
Spike snarled, his face sliding and shifting to the ridges and fangs of his demon. Xander smiled, almost perversely glad to be proven right. This was Spike, the real Spike, he was facing and that was easy. He couldn’t handle the one who tried to be a better man, who cared and seemed to love. Demons were different, easier, simpler in some ways.
“You think that’s what this is,” Spike questioned him softly. “Think I’d bother with some human just because he has a pretty face or a nice prick?”
“Yeah,” Xander answered honestly. “I think you would. Of course, now that you can’t make me your midnight snack, maybe you don’t know how to end it. I’ll save you the trouble.”
Xander pushed Spike away, or tried to. The vampire didn’t budge. Xander tried again, but Spike merely tightened his hold. He leaned in and Xander could feel electric sparks fly across his skin as those bony ridges brushed across his cheek.
“Not going to end it,” Spike whispered. “I want you, Xander. The feel of your skin under my hands, the bulge and flex of your muscles when I slide into you, the sweet way you moan when I kiss you…I want it all. Want to take you, keep you, fuck you.”
Xander whimpered slightly. He could feel it, everything Spike was saying somehow translating into actual physical sensations. He closed his eyes, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. He wanted more, needed it.
“This is how a demon loves,” Spike continued, pushing a finger into Xander’s mouth. “There’s no sweet words here, Xander. No fancy promises or gilded lies. Nothing more arcane than want, take, have. You think that’s simple, don’t you?”
Xander nodded, mouth sucking eagerly on the slim finger. It was simple, maybe too simple. Just this, skin on skin and want? That wasn’t love, no matter what Spike called it.
“Nothing simple about me,” Spike growled in Xander’s ear, his free hand stroking Xander’s thick cock. “Nothing easy about what I want. I’ll take everything I can get, and a little you won’t want to give me. Pretty boy, so scared of his own wants. Let me show you how good it can be. I want your hurt, your pain. I’ll give it and take it away. My demon’s right here, where you can see it. No catches, no hidden meanings. Not like you humans, who hide your demons away in the dark and spout bloody rubbish about souls. Everyone has a demon, pet. Even you.”
Xander moaned breathlessly as Spike removed his finger, and when the cool air hit his warm flesh, his hips bucked forward. Spike trailed the moist finger around the swollen mushroom head, leaning in to lap at the clear bubble of pre-come that sat like a jewel on the top of Xander’s cock. That simple touch sent Xander over the edge, and Spike hissed at the hot drops of come splattered over his face.
Xander was shaking, his knees almost too weak to support his weight. He looked down to see Spike kneeling in front of him, face painted in white stripes. Even covered in jizz, Spike looked strong and arrogant. This was a warrior painted to do battle, not a man pleasing his lover.
“Lover,” Xander murmured. “You’re my lover.”
“No,” Spike corrected him, leaping to his feet. “You’re mine. When you’re ready for that, you know where to find me. I won’t play push me, pull me with you, Xander. Had enough of that rubbish to last an entire unlife.”
He strode off, secure in the knowledge that he’d see Xander soon enough. He hadn’t lied about Xander having a demon. He’d seen them, fought them. But only Xander could land the killing blow. Spike smirked to himself. He fancied Xander would make short work of those pesky inner demons. Chapter 8
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on 2007-11-25 08:40 am (UTC)"This was a warrior painted to do battle, not a man pleasing his lover." Oh Xander my boy, are you in for it now, and you're going to love every single twisted minute of it - and so are we!!!
Btw, you've still got 'nurture' down in the heading as this week's prompt. :)
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on 2007-11-26 03:11 pm (UTC)Still, I got a flail which more than makes up for it! Glad you enjoyed it, hon!
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on 2007-11-26 12:20 am (UTC)*Mwah*
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on 2007-11-26 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-26 01:25 am (UTC)Shakatany
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on 2007-11-26 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-11-29 10:38 pm (UTC)Um, wow. Can't wait for more...
Soooo hot.
~Alice~
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on 2007-11-30 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-09-23 03:43 pm (UTC)I think he's right - Xan does have some good motivation to beat his emotional demons.