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Spikeslashfic #1
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spikedluv
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Requirements: D/S. nipple ring, smut, no character death
Rating: NC-17
AN: Thank you tospikes_heart for the beta
Spike ran his hands over Xander’s chest. He willed himself not to be mesmerized at the response the man had to him, the quick tightening of his nipples, the shift in his breathing patterns, the rise of his hair on golden skin. Xander would never win at poker. He had too many obvious tells; wore his feelings on his skin, like waving a flag for all the world to see.
He was shocked that the Scoobies hadn’t discovered it yet. The way Xander froze when Spike walked in the room. The rapid and mecurial jump between babbling flipness and heavy disdain when Xander spoke to or about Spike. As if holding him beneath notice, or verbally relegating him to the trash bin, going from one extreme to the other on the spectrum would hide his true feelings where the vampire was concerned. Maybe to the daft bunch that he ran with it would, but not to Spike. Spike could suss it out. Couldn’t suss out Buffy. Never could, part of The Slayer intrigue he supposed. But Xander? Xander was as easy to follow as a large print Reader’s Digest.
And even though he knew how Xander felt. Saw it clearly displayed in every fiber of the man’s being, he was still amazed by it. That he could so definitively mark this human’s existence. He wanted to write himself large on Xander. Lay his claim. And tonight he would.
Or at least he would begin. It was a small thing. Negligible really, but they would know. Most importantly, Xander would know. Xander would carry it close to him, feel it, and know without a doubt who had put it there and why.
He let his hands roam farther, over the now tight abdomen, muscles jumping under the smooth skin that lead to more smooth, denuded skin. Xander had looked at him with quiet rebellion when Spike had first told him about the series of changes that would be made. But like the rest of the modifications Spike had slowly introduced him to and led him through, he had found a deep appreciation for the silken softness that lay underneath crisp curling hair. Spike was told by the moans and soft, deep cries he received and the quivering of the naked flesh beneath his touch.
Then he was touching metal. Warmed by delicious body heat, it was no longer the chilled ring of ice that he’d initially placed around the base of Xander’s cock. Xander had been rock hard--if you’ll pardon the overused metaphor--when Spike had gripped him in a firm fist to hold him steady for the ring’s placement. Then he’d yelped and jerked back hard against the leather restraints, trying to remove the offending cold from his hot member. Grinning, Spike continued implacably, shoving the ring down Xander’s prick while he whined and writhed and cursed. His cock had loosened a bit, shocked by the extreme temperature change, but Spike had leaned close to Xander’s ear and whispered raunchy-nothings while his hand pumped and squoze, thumb dancing across the flared head, fingernail dipping into the tiny slit, teasing the fluid out and over the glans.
“You fucking love this, don’t you Harris? Tied up for me? Stretched out so I can touch every inch of you. Splayed bare.” Spike was answered by a slow stream of clear fluid from Xander’s cock.
“Bet you wish they could see you now, don’t you? Watch while I touch you, gasp while I suck you, watch with burning faces and half-covered eyes while I fuck you. See how much you love being mine.” Xander was keening and writhing under the strains of Spike’s molten voice and teasing touch.
“Watch and know that you yearn for this. For these moments where you are nothing unless I tell you to be. That you’re not in control of anything here. That you’ve given it all to me. That I fucking own you.”
Xander was bucking now, was groaning and mindlessly whispering, “Yes, yes, yes…” Toes pointed, back arched, hands clenched white around the straps that bound him.
Spike wasn’t entirely unaffected either. Having warm, willing, human flesh literally within his grasp, inhaling pheromones like once precious oxygen, hearing Xander’s instinctive, uncontrolled utterances, they all spiraled through Spike’s system, eventually ending in his prick. Filling it with sensation and luke-warm blood. Raising it up and out, jutting into Xander’s side, leaving signs of his own arousal in slick trails there.
“But I’m not going to fuck you tonight, boy.”
Xander made a sound like a drowned kitten--half plea, half protest.
“Tonight, pet,” Spike wrapped his palm firmly around Xander’s engorged cock, applying increasing pressure, “tonight, it’s not about you. It’s about me. What I want. What I’ll do. What I’ll take. The only thing you’ve got to do?”
Spike leaned close to Xander’s ear, bending Xander’s cock down between his legs as his did so, delighting in the grunts and mewls that emanated from the human, “Is GIVE.”
Ripples flowed through Xander’s muscles sending hairs standing on end and various bits of flesh flushing and perking. His legs started to shake, his breathing shifted yet again--hyper-excitement causing a whistling pant to emanate from him, caving his stomach and raising his chest, parting his lips with each exhalation.
Spike had fully intended to carry on longer. Tease this man until he passed out from want. But Spike was never as calm as he seemed. Especially when it was blatantly obvious that he COULD do whatever he wanted to Xander and be given his every desire.
Lust won out. The boy had given enough to him now, stirred Spike’s passion into a frenzy--gotten his cock hard and made his balls draw tight against his groin, made the pleasure flick through not only his heavy cock and balls, but his brain too. He should be rewarded.
Spike’s hand left Xander’s swollen flesh for a moment to retrieve his prize from the nightstand, briefly caressing it between thumb and forefinger before laying it in the center of Xander’s heaving chest.
Xander’s eyes focused and flicked down to rest on the small token.
“Fuck. Oh fuck…Spike…please…fuck…” It lilted into a mantra, a hypnotizing chant that led Spike through his next moves.
His blonde head bent and sucked Xander’s left nipple into his mouth. Agate hard, he flicked it lightly with a quick tongue tip and then splayed his mouth open, sucking briskly on the firm pectoral that flexed reflexively against his lips. The small bit of flesh grew--lengthened and swelled, just like his pretty-boy prick--stood straight and proud for it’s master. Blue eyes fastened on hazy brown as Spike turned slightly and sunk a fang into that taut nipple, letting the few drops of blood drip a lazy path over his tongue. Xander’s mouth opened in a voiceless scream, while his entire body arched like a bow. Moving swiftly, Spike let go of his prize and slipped the silver hoop into the mark. Nimble fingertips fastened the small ball into place and he swept down again to lightly suck on his boy’s tag.
Urged on by blood, sweat, scent and Xander’s wanton response, Spike slid between Xander’s stretched legs and rammed himself home, sliding into the man’s prepared hole, while he released the ecstasy riddled human from the restraint that prevented completion.
Xander shot white cream all over his chest in jagged spurts the moment Spike’s cockhead touched his prostate. Screaming incoherent praise and encouragement as Spike gripped his hipbones and thrust into him brutally again and again until the blinding heat and clenching ring of Xander’s ass pulled his own explosion of spunk from him.
Spike barely had presence of mind to release Xander’s arms from their bonds. More for selfish reasons than for Xander’s comfort--he wanted to feel those large, muscled, blood hot arms around him as he collapsed forward. A few gentle contractions and Spike slid from Xander’s ass with a moan from them both.
“Goddamn.” Xander breathed.
“Yeah.” Spike managed.
They lay there, sated for long minutes. Then Spike’s eye was drawn to his mark. His fingers rose to follow the curve of the tiny hoop, dallying on the tiny flat plane of Xander’s nipple. The sudden rise of Xander’s chest and Spike’s head was accompanied by a small, exhaled, “Ow.”
“Hurts, pet?”
“A little.”
“Good.”
“Yeah.” Though the agreement was soft and low, Spike could hear it resound in Xander’s chest as though he’d shouted it into a canyon.
Spike drifted down to undo the ankle straps, and then sprawled back over his partner. He was lulled into near sleep by the regularly beating heart and the inhale-exhale of Xander’s chest.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“When can we do you?”
spikedluvPairing: Xander/Spike
Requirements: D/S. nipple ring, smut, no character death
Rating: NC-17
AN: Thank you to
spikes_heart for the betaSpike ran his hands over Xander’s chest. He willed himself not to be mesmerized at the response the man had to him, the quick tightening of his nipples, the shift in his breathing patterns, the rise of his hair on golden skin. Xander would never win at poker. He had too many obvious tells; wore his feelings on his skin, like waving a flag for all the world to see.
He was shocked that the Scoobies hadn’t discovered it yet. The way Xander froze when Spike walked in the room. The rapid and mecurial jump between babbling flipness and heavy disdain when Xander spoke to or about Spike. As if holding him beneath notice, or verbally relegating him to the trash bin, going from one extreme to the other on the spectrum would hide his true feelings where the vampire was concerned. Maybe to the daft bunch that he ran with it would, but not to Spike. Spike could suss it out. Couldn’t suss out Buffy. Never could, part of The Slayer intrigue he supposed. But Xander? Xander was as easy to follow as a large print Reader’s Digest.
And even though he knew how Xander felt. Saw it clearly displayed in every fiber of the man’s being, he was still amazed by it. That he could so definitively mark this human’s existence. He wanted to write himself large on Xander. Lay his claim. And tonight he would.
Or at least he would begin. It was a small thing. Negligible really, but they would know. Most importantly, Xander would know. Xander would carry it close to him, feel it, and know without a doubt who had put it there and why.
He let his hands roam farther, over the now tight abdomen, muscles jumping under the smooth skin that lead to more smooth, denuded skin. Xander had looked at him with quiet rebellion when Spike had first told him about the series of changes that would be made. But like the rest of the modifications Spike had slowly introduced him to and led him through, he had found a deep appreciation for the silken softness that lay underneath crisp curling hair. Spike was told by the moans and soft, deep cries he received and the quivering of the naked flesh beneath his touch.
Then he was touching metal. Warmed by delicious body heat, it was no longer the chilled ring of ice that he’d initially placed around the base of Xander’s cock. Xander had been rock hard--if you’ll pardon the overused metaphor--when Spike had gripped him in a firm fist to hold him steady for the ring’s placement. Then he’d yelped and jerked back hard against the leather restraints, trying to remove the offending cold from his hot member. Grinning, Spike continued implacably, shoving the ring down Xander’s prick while he whined and writhed and cursed. His cock had loosened a bit, shocked by the extreme temperature change, but Spike had leaned close to Xander’s ear and whispered raunchy-nothings while his hand pumped and squoze, thumb dancing across the flared head, fingernail dipping into the tiny slit, teasing the fluid out and over the glans.
“You fucking love this, don’t you Harris? Tied up for me? Stretched out so I can touch every inch of you. Splayed bare.” Spike was answered by a slow stream of clear fluid from Xander’s cock.
“Bet you wish they could see you now, don’t you? Watch while I touch you, gasp while I suck you, watch with burning faces and half-covered eyes while I fuck you. See how much you love being mine.” Xander was keening and writhing under the strains of Spike’s molten voice and teasing touch.
“Watch and know that you yearn for this. For these moments where you are nothing unless I tell you to be. That you’re not in control of anything here. That you’ve given it all to me. That I fucking own you.”
Xander was bucking now, was groaning and mindlessly whispering, “Yes, yes, yes…” Toes pointed, back arched, hands clenched white around the straps that bound him.
Spike wasn’t entirely unaffected either. Having warm, willing, human flesh literally within his grasp, inhaling pheromones like once precious oxygen, hearing Xander’s instinctive, uncontrolled utterances, they all spiraled through Spike’s system, eventually ending in his prick. Filling it with sensation and luke-warm blood. Raising it up and out, jutting into Xander’s side, leaving signs of his own arousal in slick trails there.
“But I’m not going to fuck you tonight, boy.”
Xander made a sound like a drowned kitten--half plea, half protest.
“Tonight, pet,” Spike wrapped his palm firmly around Xander’s engorged cock, applying increasing pressure, “tonight, it’s not about you. It’s about me. What I want. What I’ll do. What I’ll take. The only thing you’ve got to do?”
Spike leaned close to Xander’s ear, bending Xander’s cock down between his legs as his did so, delighting in the grunts and mewls that emanated from the human, “Is GIVE.”
Ripples flowed through Xander’s muscles sending hairs standing on end and various bits of flesh flushing and perking. His legs started to shake, his breathing shifted yet again--hyper-excitement causing a whistling pant to emanate from him, caving his stomach and raising his chest, parting his lips with each exhalation.
Spike had fully intended to carry on longer. Tease this man until he passed out from want. But Spike was never as calm as he seemed. Especially when it was blatantly obvious that he COULD do whatever he wanted to Xander and be given his every desire.
Lust won out. The boy had given enough to him now, stirred Spike’s passion into a frenzy--gotten his cock hard and made his balls draw tight against his groin, made the pleasure flick through not only his heavy cock and balls, but his brain too. He should be rewarded.
Spike’s hand left Xander’s swollen flesh for a moment to retrieve his prize from the nightstand, briefly caressing it between thumb and forefinger before laying it in the center of Xander’s heaving chest.
Xander’s eyes focused and flicked down to rest on the small token.
“Fuck. Oh fuck…Spike…please…fuck…” It lilted into a mantra, a hypnotizing chant that led Spike through his next moves.
His blonde head bent and sucked Xander’s left nipple into his mouth. Agate hard, he flicked it lightly with a quick tongue tip and then splayed his mouth open, sucking briskly on the firm pectoral that flexed reflexively against his lips. The small bit of flesh grew--lengthened and swelled, just like his pretty-boy prick--stood straight and proud for it’s master. Blue eyes fastened on hazy brown as Spike turned slightly and sunk a fang into that taut nipple, letting the few drops of blood drip a lazy path over his tongue. Xander’s mouth opened in a voiceless scream, while his entire body arched like a bow. Moving swiftly, Spike let go of his prize and slipped the silver hoop into the mark. Nimble fingertips fastened the small ball into place and he swept down again to lightly suck on his boy’s tag.
Urged on by blood, sweat, scent and Xander’s wanton response, Spike slid between Xander’s stretched legs and rammed himself home, sliding into the man’s prepared hole, while he released the ecstasy riddled human from the restraint that prevented completion.
Xander shot white cream all over his chest in jagged spurts the moment Spike’s cockhead touched his prostate. Screaming incoherent praise and encouragement as Spike gripped his hipbones and thrust into him brutally again and again until the blinding heat and clenching ring of Xander’s ass pulled his own explosion of spunk from him.
Spike barely had presence of mind to release Xander’s arms from their bonds. More for selfish reasons than for Xander’s comfort--he wanted to feel those large, muscled, blood hot arms around him as he collapsed forward. A few gentle contractions and Spike slid from Xander’s ass with a moan from them both.
“Goddamn.” Xander breathed.
“Yeah.” Spike managed.
They lay there, sated for long minutes. Then Spike’s eye was drawn to his mark. His fingers rose to follow the curve of the tiny hoop, dallying on the tiny flat plane of Xander’s nipple. The sudden rise of Xander’s chest and Spike’s head was accompanied by a small, exhaled, “Ow.”
“Hurts, pet?”
“A little.”
“Good.”
“Yeah.” Though the agreement was soft and low, Spike could hear it resound in Xander’s chest as though he’d shouted it into a canyon.
Spike drifted down to undo the ankle straps, and then sprawled back over his partner. He was lulled into near sleep by the regularly beating heart and the inhale-exhale of Xander’s chest.
“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“When can we do you?”
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Date: 2004-04-03 12:43 pm (UTC)And Xander all hot and bothered and blood and NIPPLE RING. Mmmm.
*licks you*
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:30 pm (UTC)I must admit that this one pretty much wrote itself thanks to it.
Glad you liked!
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Date: 2004-04-03 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-03 03:31 pm (UTC)Pleased that you liked it!
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Date: 2004-04-03 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-03 01:44 pm (UTC)I really enjoy it when caring and affection come through even when there's a D/s focus in a story. Sometimes the two are hard to mesh and you've done it beautifully.
Did I mention it was damn hot too? *fans self* I need a shower now. yeah.
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Date: 2004-04-03 03:32 pm (UTC)Nice to know you...enjoyed it. ahem.
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Date: 2004-04-03 04:30 pm (UTC)oh goodness.. that was... hot doesn't even begin to describe it...
wow
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Date: 2004-04-03 11:01 pm (UTC)Thank you! Delighted that you enjoyed!
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Date: 2004-04-03 05:01 pm (UTC)I'm going to go take a bath.
Yes, that's what I'll do.
A nice, long, hot bath.
Bathing is good.
Clean is good.
Warm water and thinking about piercer!Spike.
Make that hot water.
Fantastic pacing. Especially: -=Xander’s eyes focused and flicked down to rest on the small token.
“Fuck. Oh fuck…Spike…please…fuck…”=-
So good. Bathing awaits.
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Date: 2004-04-03 06:09 pm (UTC)And you enjoy the hell out of that...bath. ::leer::
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Date: 2004-04-03 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-03 11:02 pm (UTC)...especially since you gave me such a happy this weekend with Discoveries!
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Date: 2004-04-04 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-04 07:59 pm (UTC)*sigh*
So hot.
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