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Turned this schmoopy drabble into this little piece of smut.
Title: Uh, I'll call this Fire.
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chocgood84
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, don't sue.
A/N: Total PWP, completely indulgent.
“You mean it, love?” Spike asked, sapphire eyes blazing beneath his long lashes. He breathed deeply, enveloped in the scent of Xander.
“Course, Spike. I…I love you.” Xander whispered, stepping closer to the shorter man. So close, in fact, that their chests touched, and he could smell the tantalizing aroma that was Spike – that mixture of earth and sea and cinnamon and brown sugar.
“Xander, I, I can’t say-” Xander placed a finger to Spike’s lips, cutting off the unnecessary words.
“Shhh, I know, Spike. I don’t need to you to say it. I just need you to feel it. I need to feel you. I need you, Spike.”
The two men’s eyes locked upon each other, maple and sapphire, sparking with the reflected light of fire and candlelight. An unexplained breeze swam through the room, causing the light to dance and whip the shadows around them like marionettes. One by one, the long taper candles in the candelabra and chandelier overhead extinguished themselves.
From some ancient and decaying room above them the sweetest music drifted down the rotten and falling away staircase. Music like raindrops plucking the strings of a tiny harp. A soft melody struck up of thunder and wind chimes, the leaves in the courtyard swaying softly to the beat of nature’s drum.
The fire seemed to explode upon itself, growing larger and brighter and hotter, filling the room with the scent of sulfur and wood and intense heat.
“Spike.” Xander whispered, moving his hand to the vampire’s solid chest, the other stroking his flexed bicep.
“Xander.” Spike moaned, a deep and aching hunger bellowing from inside him. “Love, I need you. I need you. Now.”
Spike placed his hands behind Xander’s neck and pulled him in, forcing their mouths open, thrusting his tongue hungrily in, only to be met with the same amount of force and pure need. Xander was breathing heavily, his shoulders ascending and descending as if on fire themselves. His lungs were burning and his chest was scorched by the all consuming flame of desire for this man, this beast that he knew only love and need for.
Xander pulled away, sucking in air and forcing his lungs to pump. Gold flashed against sapphire, and Xander knew what the vampire wanted.
He nodded and only moments later found himself lying on the stone floor, the heat of the fire against the soles of his bare feet. Spike straddled his hips, tearing and clawing Xander’s shirt of his chest, leaning down and repeating that hard, needing kiss once more. Xander writhed beneath Spike, his denim clad cock chafing as he pressed against Spike’s own powerful length, thrusting up against him, wanting more, needing that all consuming contact of flesh against flesh, cold steel against burning iron.
Xander reached between them and ripped Spike’s shirt open, hearing buttons scatter to floor around him. He grabbed and pinched and molded his hands to Spike’s white chest, thumbing the pink nipples, screaming as Spike grinded down on him in ecstasy.
Spike fumbled and finally ripped his leather belt in two, and clawed his black jeans off, doing the same to Xander, and finally, finally, the two men began a rocking motion, grinding their naked bodies against one another.
Xander called to every god he’d ever heard of while Spike screamed in every language, lost as they were in the contact of rigid flesh sliding against muscle and tendons, slick with their sweat. Xander pulled Spike back down and explored the cool cavern of his mouth once more, wanting more of the taste and the pleasure that was him.
He reached between them grabbed Spike’s cock, hard and cold as ice, and began pulling on it, making the vampire scream and cry. Once, twice, three times Xander pulled on Spike’s cock and he was rewarded with a flood of cold seed on his stomach, on his face, in his hair.
Spike trailed a finger through the puddles and brought it to his lips, sucking his finger into his mouth. He gathered more into his hand, smearing it across Xander’s too-hot chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples. Xander bucked up, his cock jutting in the air, craving attention and release.
Spike used the cool liquid to stroke Xander’s cock and he was almost there when suddenly he gasped for suddenly absent air as Spike impaled himself on the solid heat, both men calling out once more of gods and monsters.
Xander brought his hands up and placed them on Spike’s hips, pulling and pushing and pumping Spike up and down on his cock. Spike laughed as he slid up and down, bouncing and grinding as buttocks met thighs, reaching behind himself and grabbing Xander’s balls, squeezing them hard.
“FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK SPPPPPIIIIIIIIKE!” Xander screeched as cannons fired and again the fire exploded, feeling himself spewing inside of Spike like a volcano of heat and fire and ice and waterfalls. He again reached up and stroked Spike’s cock, once, and was again rewarded by the flood of semen that rushed to escape Spike’s breathless body.
Spike collapsed on top of Xander, exhausted and shivering from the mixture of warmth and cold. Xander felt himself slip out of the used vampire who moaned at the loss of contact. He wrapped his arms around the blond, pulling him in tight against them, wrapping the blanket lying nearby on the floor around their spent naked bodies.
As Spike drifted away into sleep, Xander heard the words he’d longed for and dreamed of for so many achingly lonely nights.
“Love you, Xander.” The vampire whispered.
Xander stared at the fire blazing in the hearth. The room around him was dark, save for the steady flicker and sway of the firelight. The soft chenille blanket wrapped around his legs captured and intensified the warmth of the fire on this December evening.
Somewhere in the old house, a clock chimed twelve times.
Xander’s gaze swept from the fire to the man asleep in his arms, blonde head laying gently on his chest. He sifted the down of Spike’s hair through his fingers. He leaned down and placed a kiss upon the cool forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispered, falling into a peaceful sleep.
Title: Uh, I'll call this Fire.
Author:
chocgood84Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, don't sue.
A/N: Total PWP, completely indulgent.
“You mean it, love?” Spike asked, sapphire eyes blazing beneath his long lashes. He breathed deeply, enveloped in the scent of Xander.
“Course, Spike. I…I love you.” Xander whispered, stepping closer to the shorter man. So close, in fact, that their chests touched, and he could smell the tantalizing aroma that was Spike – that mixture of earth and sea and cinnamon and brown sugar.
“Xander, I, I can’t say-” Xander placed a finger to Spike’s lips, cutting off the unnecessary words.
“Shhh, I know, Spike. I don’t need to you to say it. I just need you to feel it. I need to feel you. I need you, Spike.”
The two men’s eyes locked upon each other, maple and sapphire, sparking with the reflected light of fire and candlelight. An unexplained breeze swam through the room, causing the light to dance and whip the shadows around them like marionettes. One by one, the long taper candles in the candelabra and chandelier overhead extinguished themselves.
From some ancient and decaying room above them the sweetest music drifted down the rotten and falling away staircase. Music like raindrops plucking the strings of a tiny harp. A soft melody struck up of thunder and wind chimes, the leaves in the courtyard swaying softly to the beat of nature’s drum.
The fire seemed to explode upon itself, growing larger and brighter and hotter, filling the room with the scent of sulfur and wood and intense heat.
“Spike.” Xander whispered, moving his hand to the vampire’s solid chest, the other stroking his flexed bicep.
“Xander.” Spike moaned, a deep and aching hunger bellowing from inside him. “Love, I need you. I need you. Now.”
Spike placed his hands behind Xander’s neck and pulled him in, forcing their mouths open, thrusting his tongue hungrily in, only to be met with the same amount of force and pure need. Xander was breathing heavily, his shoulders ascending and descending as if on fire themselves. His lungs were burning and his chest was scorched by the all consuming flame of desire for this man, this beast that he knew only love and need for.
Xander pulled away, sucking in air and forcing his lungs to pump. Gold flashed against sapphire, and Xander knew what the vampire wanted.
He nodded and only moments later found himself lying on the stone floor, the heat of the fire against the soles of his bare feet. Spike straddled his hips, tearing and clawing Xander’s shirt of his chest, leaning down and repeating that hard, needing kiss once more. Xander writhed beneath Spike, his denim clad cock chafing as he pressed against Spike’s own powerful length, thrusting up against him, wanting more, needing that all consuming contact of flesh against flesh, cold steel against burning iron.
Xander reached between them and ripped Spike’s shirt open, hearing buttons scatter to floor around him. He grabbed and pinched and molded his hands to Spike’s white chest, thumbing the pink nipples, screaming as Spike grinded down on him in ecstasy.
Spike fumbled and finally ripped his leather belt in two, and clawed his black jeans off, doing the same to Xander, and finally, finally, the two men began a rocking motion, grinding their naked bodies against one another.
Xander called to every god he’d ever heard of while Spike screamed in every language, lost as they were in the contact of rigid flesh sliding against muscle and tendons, slick with their sweat. Xander pulled Spike back down and explored the cool cavern of his mouth once more, wanting more of the taste and the pleasure that was him.
He reached between them grabbed Spike’s cock, hard and cold as ice, and began pulling on it, making the vampire scream and cry. Once, twice, three times Xander pulled on Spike’s cock and he was rewarded with a flood of cold seed on his stomach, on his face, in his hair.
Spike trailed a finger through the puddles and brought it to his lips, sucking his finger into his mouth. He gathered more into his hand, smearing it across Xander’s too-hot chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples. Xander bucked up, his cock jutting in the air, craving attention and release.
Spike used the cool liquid to stroke Xander’s cock and he was almost there when suddenly he gasped for suddenly absent air as Spike impaled himself on the solid heat, both men calling out once more of gods and monsters.
Xander brought his hands up and placed them on Spike’s hips, pulling and pushing and pumping Spike up and down on his cock. Spike laughed as he slid up and down, bouncing and grinding as buttocks met thighs, reaching behind himself and grabbing Xander’s balls, squeezing them hard.
“FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK SPPPPPIIIIIIIIKE!” Xander screeched as cannons fired and again the fire exploded, feeling himself spewing inside of Spike like a volcano of heat and fire and ice and waterfalls. He again reached up and stroked Spike’s cock, once, and was again rewarded by the flood of semen that rushed to escape Spike’s breathless body.
Spike collapsed on top of Xander, exhausted and shivering from the mixture of warmth and cold. Xander felt himself slip out of the used vampire who moaned at the loss of contact. He wrapped his arms around the blond, pulling him in tight against them, wrapping the blanket lying nearby on the floor around their spent naked bodies.
As Spike drifted away into sleep, Xander heard the words he’d longed for and dreamed of for so many achingly lonely nights.
“Love you, Xander.” The vampire whispered.
Xander stared at the fire blazing in the hearth. The room around him was dark, save for the steady flicker and sway of the firelight. The soft chenille blanket wrapped around his legs captured and intensified the warmth of the fire on this December evening.
Somewhere in the old house, a clock chimed twelve times.
Xander’s gaze swept from the fire to the man asleep in his arms, blonde head laying gently on his chest. He sifted the down of Spike’s hair through his fingers. He leaned down and placed a kiss upon the cool forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispered, falling into a peaceful sleep.
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Lovely imagery, on top of a hot fic.
Mmmm
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*bounce*
Thanks!
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Nice!
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*g*