Ashes to Ashes, 15/30
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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: Yes, it's back. Took me long enough! This is written for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
psych_30 prompt #28-free association. Previous chapters can be found in my memories or maxin and relaxin in the tags.
Previously: Xander reached out, finger resting between Spike’s cold blue eyes. The chip was somewhere in there, waiting to shock Spike back into line. A tiny little cage designed to chain a vicious beast for the good of the public.
“We’re all totally fucked,” Xander finally replied. “Why should you be any different?”
“Why should I be any different?” Spike repeated, voice curiously hollow. “Why? Because, you aggravating little shit, I AM different.”
Spike fought back against the snarl bubbling in the back of his throat. Bad enough he’d played bitch to the Slayer but at least she’d had the power to kick his arse to hell if he stepped out of line. This mockery of a man was barely a speed bump on a demon’s rampage. But here he was, stroking his skin like finest silk and kissing him better.
“Bloody buggering fuck,” Spike finally said, the repressed snarl transmuting itself to cold, cruel words. “I’m William the Bloody and I’m not your sodding nursemaid.”
He strode up to stand a hairsbreadth away from Xander’s face, his own eyes transforming to the glittering gold of the demon.
“Wiped your nose and your arse long enough, pet,” he said bluntly. “Time for this tragic experiment to come to a blessed end.”
“Fuck you,” Xander said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I’ve had enough of your shit, Spike. You wanna play the Big Bad. That’s all it is, though. A goddamned act you put on to impress the fucking tourists. I know better.”
Xander climbed on top of Spike, pinning the struggling vampire’s hands to the bed. He wasn’t stronger than Spike, but he knew Spike wouldn’t be willing to risk a jolt from the chip so soon after the last one. As an extra incentive to cooperate, he placed his knee directly on Spike’s balls.
“You think I don’t know? You think I’m stupid? Sad little Xander Harris. Doesn’t know a pity fuck when it’s rammed up his ass.” Xander yelled, tanned face flushed bronze as his anger mounted. “You aren’t the first to play that game, Spike and since dangerous and evil seems to be my sick twisted fantasy, you won’t be the last. And if this bad idea is really coming to end, than it’s about time I got a few licks in.”
Xander leaned down, snapping ruthlessly at Spike’s lips. He could smell the sharp copper tang of blood, heard Spike’s moan at the pain. He didn’t care. He wanted this and he was going to have it. He’d earned it.
“I used to watch you,” he said, fingers tweaking and tugging on suddenly stiff peaks. “Even when you were evil I wanted to belong to you. Wanted all this power and hate between my thighs.”
He bent down, drawing the sensitive nub between his lips and pull it across his teeth. Spike croaked, a rusty sound of pleasure that sucker punched Xander in the gut and left him breathless. He closed a hand around the thick cock pushing upwards against him and began to stroke, a fast furious rhythm that had Spike’s hips snapping up off of the bed.
“Most of all,” Xander continued, purging himself as he teased Spike to the brink of orgasm. “I hate you. I hate that I wake up craving the taste of you. I hate that I know exactly how your cock feels inside me. I hate myself for wanting you and I hate you for not wanting me. Dracula may have made me his bug-eating bitch but at least he pretended to care about me. All you care about is this.”
With a final twist of his wrist, Xander scraped his nail over the slit of Spike’s cock and stood up to watch the other man buck and moan as he came, gouts of semen splattering over his belly.
“Thanks for whatever the fuck all of this was,” Xander said quietly, reaching for his clothes. “Therapy or whatever, I don’t know. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
Chapter 16
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: Yes, it's back. Took me long enough! This is written for my
psych_30 prompt #28-free association. Previous chapters can be found in my memories or maxin and relaxin in the tags.Previously: Xander reached out, finger resting between Spike’s cold blue eyes. The chip was somewhere in there, waiting to shock Spike back into line. A tiny little cage designed to chain a vicious beast for the good of the public.
“We’re all totally fucked,” Xander finally replied. “Why should you be any different?”
“Why should I be any different?” Spike repeated, voice curiously hollow. “Why? Because, you aggravating little shit, I AM different.”
Spike fought back against the snarl bubbling in the back of his throat. Bad enough he’d played bitch to the Slayer but at least she’d had the power to kick his arse to hell if he stepped out of line. This mockery of a man was barely a speed bump on a demon’s rampage. But here he was, stroking his skin like finest silk and kissing him better.
“Bloody buggering fuck,” Spike finally said, the repressed snarl transmuting itself to cold, cruel words. “I’m William the Bloody and I’m not your sodding nursemaid.”
He strode up to stand a hairsbreadth away from Xander’s face, his own eyes transforming to the glittering gold of the demon.
“Wiped your nose and your arse long enough, pet,” he said bluntly. “Time for this tragic experiment to come to a blessed end.”
“Fuck you,” Xander said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I’ve had enough of your shit, Spike. You wanna play the Big Bad. That’s all it is, though. A goddamned act you put on to impress the fucking tourists. I know better.”
Xander climbed on top of Spike, pinning the struggling vampire’s hands to the bed. He wasn’t stronger than Spike, but he knew Spike wouldn’t be willing to risk a jolt from the chip so soon after the last one. As an extra incentive to cooperate, he placed his knee directly on Spike’s balls.
“You think I don’t know? You think I’m stupid? Sad little Xander Harris. Doesn’t know a pity fuck when it’s rammed up his ass.” Xander yelled, tanned face flushed bronze as his anger mounted. “You aren’t the first to play that game, Spike and since dangerous and evil seems to be my sick twisted fantasy, you won’t be the last. And if this bad idea is really coming to end, than it’s about time I got a few licks in.”
Xander leaned down, snapping ruthlessly at Spike’s lips. He could smell the sharp copper tang of blood, heard Spike’s moan at the pain. He didn’t care. He wanted this and he was going to have it. He’d earned it.
“I used to watch you,” he said, fingers tweaking and tugging on suddenly stiff peaks. “Even when you were evil I wanted to belong to you. Wanted all this power and hate between my thighs.”
He bent down, drawing the sensitive nub between his lips and pull it across his teeth. Spike croaked, a rusty sound of pleasure that sucker punched Xander in the gut and left him breathless. He closed a hand around the thick cock pushing upwards against him and began to stroke, a fast furious rhythm that had Spike’s hips snapping up off of the bed.
“Most of all,” Xander continued, purging himself as he teased Spike to the brink of orgasm. “I hate you. I hate that I wake up craving the taste of you. I hate that I know exactly how your cock feels inside me. I hate myself for wanting you and I hate you for not wanting me. Dracula may have made me his bug-eating bitch but at least he pretended to care about me. All you care about is this.”
With a final twist of his wrist, Xander scraped his nail over the slit of Spike’s cock and stood up to watch the other man buck and moan as he came, gouts of semen splattering over his belly.
“Thanks for whatever the fuck all of this was,” Xander said quietly, reaching for his clothes. “Therapy or whatever, I don’t know. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
Chapter 16