Ashes to Ashes, 12/30
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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 # 2-Daddy Issues on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 table. Many, many thanks and several internets to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noandwhere for her heroic rescue to my pathetic flailings. This chapter was much improved by her attention.
Previous Chapters Here
Spike lifts him up, pulling him forward. Xander follows, body limp and unresisting. It’s not that he doesn’t want this. He does. But he can’t make it happen. He’s lost that somewhere, his ability to make things happen. Sometimes he wonders if he ever had it.
Spike’s kissing him now, ridiculously soft mouth brushing insubstantially against his skin. Xander sits on his lap and he’s patient because Spike said he’d take care of him. But the kisses go on, and Xander’s hips twitch restlessly.
“Want to play?” Spike asks softly, but there’s something like laughter under the softness.
Xander nods, eyes closed. He doesn’t need to see, doesn’t want to know. He just wants to feel.
There’s a cold wetness between his thighs, fingers sliding into him. Not nicely because there was no nice. Not here, not between them. Xander bites back a groan. He doesn’t need nice. He needs something to fill the hollow shell he’s become and if Spike’s fingers don’t quite do that, they’re a nice start.
The fingers retreat and press forward, rubbing him down with the slick gel. Xander sat still, cock erect and brushing against Spike’s belly. It stirs as Spike finger fucks him, a drop of pre-cum sliding down the fat mushroom head.
Spike kisses him again, a real kiss and not a tease. That lush and infuriating mouth presses against his, and he thinks of all the times Spike tried to shut him up before. He’s quiet now because what could he say that would matter? The loss of his words is harder to take than the loss of his friend and that makes him sadder than either of those two together.
The kiss breaks as Xander’s body is turned. He’s facing forward now, his back to Spike’s chest. Spike pinches his nipples again, tugging them until Xander is perfectly upright.
“Like little leashes,” Spike observes, and the laughter is gone. His voice, clinical and detached, pushes through Xander and he hunches forward. “Ah-ah, pet. Not after I’ve gone to so much trouble.”
Spike repositions him, balancing over the thick cock brushing against his pucker. Xander feels the internal burn as his muscles tried to stretch around the blunt head that’s forcing its way in. Xander is relaxed, barely lucid, so it burns sweet, like hot chocolate. He relishes the feeling of being slowly hollowed out.
But Spike just sits there. Balls deep and unmoving, Spike’s hands play along his skin but his body stays utterly still. The fog begins to dissipate, with Xander becoming coldly, starkly aware of just what was happening. He tries to rise, ass sliding sleekly up Spike’s still hard dick.
Spike pushes him down, hands like vice grips on Xander’s shoulders. Xander struggles, his body rising and falling, until the first heavy blow to his prostate. The electric sensation is a shock, leeching away Xander’s resistance.
“There’s my boy,” Spike murmurs. “That’s how this works, yeah? What you want from me, you take. ‘M not handing it out.”
“Taking,” Xander pants and he moves his hips tentatively, the grip and slip of his body pulling a gasp from Spike’s throat.
“My boy,” Spike repeats. “Not your Daddy, though. Not likely to beat you or hate you for taking your pleasure, am I? Not bloody Rupert with his sighs and his disapproval. Don’t need a father substitute, do you, luv? Need this.”
Spike begins to thrust in counterpoint to Xander’s rapid hip rolls. Xander nods as he rides, agreeing that yes, this is what he needs. A thick cock to push him forward and pull the cum straight from his full and aching sac. The first cool sprays of semen shoot inside him and Xander lets go, fist clenching spastically around his dick as he comes.
Chapter 13
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 # 2-Daddy Issues on my
psych_30 table. Many, many thanks and several internets to noandwhere for her heroic rescue to my pathetic flailings. This chapter was much improved by her attention.Previous Chapters Here
Spike lifts him up, pulling him forward. Xander follows, body limp and unresisting. It’s not that he doesn’t want this. He does. But he can’t make it happen. He’s lost that somewhere, his ability to make things happen. Sometimes he wonders if he ever had it.
Spike’s kissing him now, ridiculously soft mouth brushing insubstantially against his skin. Xander sits on his lap and he’s patient because Spike said he’d take care of him. But the kisses go on, and Xander’s hips twitch restlessly.
“Want to play?” Spike asks softly, but there’s something like laughter under the softness.
Xander nods, eyes closed. He doesn’t need to see, doesn’t want to know. He just wants to feel.
There’s a cold wetness between his thighs, fingers sliding into him. Not nicely because there was no nice. Not here, not between them. Xander bites back a groan. He doesn’t need nice. He needs something to fill the hollow shell he’s become and if Spike’s fingers don’t quite do that, they’re a nice start.
The fingers retreat and press forward, rubbing him down with the slick gel. Xander sat still, cock erect and brushing against Spike’s belly. It stirs as Spike finger fucks him, a drop of pre-cum sliding down the fat mushroom head.
Spike kisses him again, a real kiss and not a tease. That lush and infuriating mouth presses against his, and he thinks of all the times Spike tried to shut him up before. He’s quiet now because what could he say that would matter? The loss of his words is harder to take than the loss of his friend and that makes him sadder than either of those two together.
The kiss breaks as Xander’s body is turned. He’s facing forward now, his back to Spike’s chest. Spike pinches his nipples again, tugging them until Xander is perfectly upright.
“Like little leashes,” Spike observes, and the laughter is gone. His voice, clinical and detached, pushes through Xander and he hunches forward. “Ah-ah, pet. Not after I’ve gone to so much trouble.”
Spike repositions him, balancing over the thick cock brushing against his pucker. Xander feels the internal burn as his muscles tried to stretch around the blunt head that’s forcing its way in. Xander is relaxed, barely lucid, so it burns sweet, like hot chocolate. He relishes the feeling of being slowly hollowed out.
But Spike just sits there. Balls deep and unmoving, Spike’s hands play along his skin but his body stays utterly still. The fog begins to dissipate, with Xander becoming coldly, starkly aware of just what was happening. He tries to rise, ass sliding sleekly up Spike’s still hard dick.
Spike pushes him down, hands like vice grips on Xander’s shoulders. Xander struggles, his body rising and falling, until the first heavy blow to his prostate. The electric sensation is a shock, leeching away Xander’s resistance.
“There’s my boy,” Spike murmurs. “That’s how this works, yeah? What you want from me, you take. ‘M not handing it out.”
“Taking,” Xander pants and he moves his hips tentatively, the grip and slip of his body pulling a gasp from Spike’s throat.
“My boy,” Spike repeats. “Not your Daddy, though. Not likely to beat you or hate you for taking your pleasure, am I? Not bloody Rupert with his sighs and his disapproval. Don’t need a father substitute, do you, luv? Need this.”
Spike begins to thrust in counterpoint to Xander’s rapid hip rolls. Xander nods as he rides, agreeing that yes, this is what he needs. A thick cock to push him forward and pull the cum straight from his full and aching sac. The first cool sprays of semen shoot inside him and Xander lets go, fist clenching spastically around his dick as he comes.
Chapter 13
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on 2008-03-31 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2008-03-31 06:17 am (UTC)*flails*
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on 2008-04-01 01:42 am (UTC)(I'm blushing. Can you see me blushing?)
Thank you. I'm so happy that you like it!
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on 2008-03-31 02:39 pm (UTC)Please, don't make us wait so long between chapters? Please? Next update soon? Pretty pleasessssssseeeeeeeeeeee?!?!?!?!?!
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on 2008-04-01 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-31 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-01 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-31 05:53 pm (UTC)That was yummy.
~Alice~
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on 2008-04-01 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-03-31 11:23 pm (UTC)Spike is terrible/delicious in this. These paradoxes make the fic great!
Congrats on all your noms all over the place! They are well deserved. :-)
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on 2008-04-01 01:47 am (UTC)I was nommed places? I know about
*is confused*
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on 2008-04-01 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-04-02 11:49 am (UTC)Love this story, hope you get a little time to write more soon.
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on 2008-04-02 01:19 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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on 2008-04-02 01:26 pm (UTC)I'm glad you didn't mind, I always feel it's such a cheek for me to be nit-picking when I'm not pouring out stories myself, and especially nit-picking such a good story.
Thank you for the reassurance.
*snuggles*
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on 2008-04-08 05:43 pm (UTC)*Mwah*
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on 2008-04-12 02:05 am (UTC)Bah! I say we ban RL! :)
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on 2008-04-12 01:23 pm (UTC)*Mwah*
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on 2008-09-23 04:17 pm (UTC)sex therapy.
Like I said, that Spike, he's a giver. :)
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on 2009-06-21 01:38 pm (UTC)Spike pushes him down, hands like vice grips on Xander’s shoulders. Xander struggles, his body rising and falling, until the first heavy blow to his prostate. The electric sensation is a shock, leeching away Xander’s resistance.
Guh...