Ashes to Ashes, 11/30
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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 # 3-addiction of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 table and tamingthemuse prompt # 81-grovel. Previous chapters can be found in my memories or in my brand-new took me a week to make tags.
Spike smirked, staring down at Xander’s swollen lips. Poor little man, with his quick tongue and second-hand life, his love me smiles and his hurt me eyes. It was a tragedy of comic proportions or a comedy of tragic proportions. Only time would tell on that one, Spike supposed. But sooner or later Xander would settle down with his determined demon bint into a life with no wishes, popping out brats and popping open brews.
“Waste,” Spike murmured, running his hands possessively over exposed flesh. Casually, he split the thin cotton undershirt down the middle, pushing it off the skin he wanted to taste. “You and her, tryin’ not to be what you are and what you need. ‘S waste.”
Xander didn’t seem to hear him, his eyes still closed and body still shaking. Spike looked up, tweaking a nipple and saw the ripple pass over Xander’s face, the bitten lip and scrunched brow. Spike leaned in, sinking his teeth into the hot puffy nub and watched as strong hands clenched into fists.
“Want it, don’t you,” Spike asked softly. “That’s how you’re worthy, how you prove you’re good for something. On your knees, on your back, groveling for a bit more pain.”
“No,” Spike corrected himself, pulling back slightly to stare at the red flush creeping over Xander’s face and torso. “Not pain. Pain’s just a bit of side benefit, innit? Bit of a kink for you and not a punishment. Seen enough of that in your sad little life, haven’t you?”
Xander nodded, refusing to open his eyes. Spike was right. He didn’t need punished. His whole life was punishment. This was a reward, earned and desperately needed.
“Not addicted to the pain, than,” Spike mused, dragging Xander back into his arms. Spike began to pop the buttons on his jeans, his thick erection springing free. He sighed, and tugged Xander’s baggy cargos off, pressing their cocks together. “Not pain, but pleasure. Like the attention, the focus, like being what I get off on.”
“Yeah,” Xander whispered hoarsely. “Yeah, I do.”
“Poor little lamb,” Spike crooned, maneuvering Xander’s back to the wall. “Hard to get any light in the background, yeah? Slayer and the witch took all your sun and now you’ve nothing left, no way to grow strong. Gonna give you a new addiction, Xander. Gonna fuck it into you.”
Xander could only moan, too caught up in the feel of Spike’s cock mashed against his own. The catch and drag of sweat dampened skin, the slight seductive pain as his sac was crushed between them, it caught him and held him fast. He whimpered when the thrusts ceased, but opened bleary eyes and followed where Spike led him.
Spike tossed Xander on the bed, smiling as he watched Xander began to crank his own cock, desperate for some sensation, any sensation on his stiff prick. Xander’s legs twitched restlessly, pushing at the bedding as though searching for purchase.
“Stop,” Spike told him firmly, crawling up the restless body and removing Xander’s hand. “Little boys have to wait for permission, yeah? No playing with toys ‘til its time.”
“Little…” Xander murmured, voice trailing off as Spike twisted a nipple harshly.
“Yeah,” Spike said, leaning down to lap the now raw nipple. “ “S what you are. Just a little boy, all needy and desperate. Addicted to attention, aren’t you? Well, Daddy’s got plenty of attention for his boy, yeah? Just got to ask for it, baby.”
“Daddy,” Xander repeated, mind fogged with lust and need. “Need, Daddy.”
“I know, baby.” Spike smiled. “Daddy’ll get you ready and then you’ll have as much attention as you need.” Chapter 12
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 # 3-addiction of my
psych_30 table and tamingthemuse prompt # 81-grovel. Previous chapters can be found in my memories or in my brand-new took me a week to make tags.Spike smirked, staring down at Xander’s swollen lips. Poor little man, with his quick tongue and second-hand life, his love me smiles and his hurt me eyes. It was a tragedy of comic proportions or a comedy of tragic proportions. Only time would tell on that one, Spike supposed. But sooner or later Xander would settle down with his determined demon bint into a life with no wishes, popping out brats and popping open brews.
“Waste,” Spike murmured, running his hands possessively over exposed flesh. Casually, he split the thin cotton undershirt down the middle, pushing it off the skin he wanted to taste. “You and her, tryin’ not to be what you are and what you need. ‘S waste.”
Xander didn’t seem to hear him, his eyes still closed and body still shaking. Spike looked up, tweaking a nipple and saw the ripple pass over Xander’s face, the bitten lip and scrunched brow. Spike leaned in, sinking his teeth into the hot puffy nub and watched as strong hands clenched into fists.
“Want it, don’t you,” Spike asked softly. “That’s how you’re worthy, how you prove you’re good for something. On your knees, on your back, groveling for a bit more pain.”
“No,” Spike corrected himself, pulling back slightly to stare at the red flush creeping over Xander’s face and torso. “Not pain. Pain’s just a bit of side benefit, innit? Bit of a kink for you and not a punishment. Seen enough of that in your sad little life, haven’t you?”
Xander nodded, refusing to open his eyes. Spike was right. He didn’t need punished. His whole life was punishment. This was a reward, earned and desperately needed.
“Not addicted to the pain, than,” Spike mused, dragging Xander back into his arms. Spike began to pop the buttons on his jeans, his thick erection springing free. He sighed, and tugged Xander’s baggy cargos off, pressing their cocks together. “Not pain, but pleasure. Like the attention, the focus, like being what I get off on.”
“Yeah,” Xander whispered hoarsely. “Yeah, I do.”
“Poor little lamb,” Spike crooned, maneuvering Xander’s back to the wall. “Hard to get any light in the background, yeah? Slayer and the witch took all your sun and now you’ve nothing left, no way to grow strong. Gonna give you a new addiction, Xander. Gonna fuck it into you.”
Xander could only moan, too caught up in the feel of Spike’s cock mashed against his own. The catch and drag of sweat dampened skin, the slight seductive pain as his sac was crushed between them, it caught him and held him fast. He whimpered when the thrusts ceased, but opened bleary eyes and followed where Spike led him.
Spike tossed Xander on the bed, smiling as he watched Xander began to crank his own cock, desperate for some sensation, any sensation on his stiff prick. Xander’s legs twitched restlessly, pushing at the bedding as though searching for purchase.
“Stop,” Spike told him firmly, crawling up the restless body and removing Xander’s hand. “Little boys have to wait for permission, yeah? No playing with toys ‘til its time.”
“Little…” Xander murmured, voice trailing off as Spike twisted a nipple harshly.
“Yeah,” Spike said, leaning down to lap the now raw nipple. “ “S what you are. Just a little boy, all needy and desperate. Addicted to attention, aren’t you? Well, Daddy’s got plenty of attention for his boy, yeah? Just got to ask for it, baby.”
“Daddy,” Xander repeated, mind fogged with lust and need. “Need, Daddy.”
“I know, baby.” Spike smiled. “Daddy’ll get you ready and then you’ll have as much attention as you need.” Chapter 12
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on 2008-02-07 05:29 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm a praise whore. Glad you enjoyed it (?)!
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on 2008-02-07 09:25 am (UTC)And I absolutly loved the first paragraph...
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on 2008-02-07 02:18 pm (UTC)*thud*
This keeps getting hotter. More please.
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on 2008-02-11 07:58 am (UTC)Gods, that is hot.
"Need, Daddy."
That got to me.
Thank you for updating again.
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on 2008-02-11 11:16 pm (UTC)It was a tragedy of comic proportions or a comedy of tragic proportions.
Clever!
Spike was right. He didn’t need punished. His whole life was punishment. This was a reward, earned and desperately needed.
Ugh. So sad.
“I know, baby.” Spike smiled. “Daddy’ll get you ready and then you’ll have as much attention as you need."
Goodness gracious! Hot.
More? Should I beg and call you "daddy"? ;-)
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on 2008-02-12 12:19 am (UTC)Brain... melty...
~Alice~
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on 2008-02-12 06:16 pm (UTC)I liked to read that story, but would put me off it.
Thats really twisted if you think about it. It's like someone calling his partner child when he fucks him/her. To incesty!
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on 2008-02-13 09:31 am (UTC)*Mwah*
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on 2008-02-16 05:50 am (UTC)*hugs*
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on 2008-02-16 08:02 pm (UTC)*Mwah*
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